"Crash."

After a moment, more than a dozen bird guns were brought in and placed on the ground. There were also several bundles of leads, six or seven swords, several thousand-mile mirrors, and two model military standard iron kettles that had been flattened.

"This is……"

As these things were put out, there was a commotion in the hall, and the faces of the model army generals also changed.

Jierhalang sneered: "Marty of Haicheng, I don't know, how should you explain these things?"

Xu Changqing squinted his eyes and looked at these things, and he already understood what the trump card of Dorgon and his group of people was.

These arms are a generation more advanced than those given to the Goryeo people, especially these bundles of low-cost, but very effective leads. The Model Army is still in use and is an active product, which was traded to the Daxi Army before.

Obviously, during the time he arrived at Dagukou, Wu Sangui and the Daxi Army had exchanged fire in recent days!

I'm afraid it's just to get these things!

"Haha, Prince Zheng, I don't know if I, Xu Changqing, have a poor understanding ability or your poor expression ability. I don't understand what you mean?"

Although Xu Changqing felt ups and downs in his heart, he did not show any expression on his face. Instead, he smiled and questioned Jiergalang.

These dead objects alone can't condemn him Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing also wanted to see what more ruthless trump cards Dorgon and his group had.

"Oh."

Jiergalang also sneered: "Marty, so, are you sure you want me to provide more tangible evidence? Well, since Martyr, you don't take my Qing Dynasty seriously and take many of my Ming colleagues as if nothing is needed, then let's see the truth under your hands! Come on, bring the person in."

Soon, seven or eight people in ragged clothes and covered in blood were brought in.

These people were obviously covered in dust and extremely tired on their faces. It was obvious that they had been rushing for a long time before they came here.

Their previous encounter must have been not very good. They were already scared to death. As soon as they came in, they knelt down and curled up into a ball, trembling like a little chicken.

Jierhalang looked coldly at the man who was wearing a robe similar to the Ming army's Thousand General Officer's robe but a little different, and said, "Zhang Chuansan, tell me, who are you? Where are you serving! How did you get these model army's equipment!"

This was called Zhang Chuansan's Qian Zong head, and he hurriedly said, "I am the Qian Zong official under the command of Li Kewang, the General of the Great Western Army, who was transferred to the front line in northern Sichuan to defend against the threat of Hanzhong two months ago. These equipment were all from our military advisor Pan Duao, who signed a deal with the Model Army in Haicheng and purchased it from the Model Army in Haicheng..."

Crash.

As soon as he said this, the hall was immediately in an uproar.

Not only did the Manchu and Mongolian royals discuss and whisper, but the Ming envoys such as Ma Shiying were also in a mess, with disbelief on their faces.

Jiergalang seemed to realize that the world was already in his grasp. He raised his head proudly and looked down at Xu Changqing and said, "Marty Haicheng, look, no one wanted to make things so irresistible, but you have to be obsessed with it. You can't blame me for being ruthless. Marty Haicheng, at this time, there are people and physical evidence, what else do you have to say?"

Everyone's eyes were gathered on Xu Changqing.

Not far away, Dong E was biting his lips tightly, his hands tightly tangled, and his delicate skin was almost bleeding.

They actually treated Brother Xu like this. What should Brother Xu do?

I just regret that I am too incompetent and can't help at all...

"Ha, haha."

Xu Changqing's face remained unchanged and suddenly gave Jiergalang a thumbs up and praised: "Prince Zheng, Prince Zheng, I always thought you were a character, with the talent of Zhang Liang and Han Xin, but now I look at it... Xu Changqing, I, looked down on you. You are so futile that you don't want to start a opera troupe and build a high platform to sing big dramas."

"Forehead……"

Everyone in the hall thought that Xu Changqing had no choice but to tell, and the matter was about to settle down, and they were all ready to watch the show. Who would have thought that Xu Changqing

He was so tempted and suddenly made the topic so far.

The key point was that Xu Changqing's words were really a bit "turned". After thinking for a moment, everyone understood that many people on the Manchu and Mongolian royal family were almost unable to help laughing.

Thinking of him, Prince Zheng Jirgalang, as the iron brother of Huang Taiji of "Bodal Khan", has always been superior. Even the Regent Dorgon dared not do anything to him. How could he be teased by Xu Changqing as a clown like this at this time?

It should be noted that the Qing Dynasty was not a monolithic part, and their complexity was not much higher than that of the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, due to ethnic and historical issues, many places were more fierce than those of the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, no one dared to disobey the powerful Jirgalang.

But at this time, Jirgalang was actually criticized by Xu Changqing. Even though they didn't dare to show too much, they couldn't stop their joy.

"you?!"

Jirgalang also held it in a while, and felt a breath of anger accumulate between his chest and abdomen, and he urgently needed to rush out.

In this short time, it was the second time that Xu Changqing had personally attacked him, but he could not be so casual with Xu Changqing, so it was difficult to refute in public...

After suppressing this anger by force, Jierhalang sneered: "Haicheng Hou, don't change the topic. Your model army colluded with the Daxi Army, are unfaithful and filial, unkind and unrighteous. They are both ashamed of the Ming Dynasty and ashamed of my Qing Dynasty covenant. They are extremely despicable and shameless! What else do you have to say?!"

The eyes in the hall immediately gathered on Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing smiled and bowed to Jiergalang: "Prince Zheng, that's why you have to start a opera troupe. Otherwise, who, who else can be like you, can train these nearly ten actors in just a short time? I admire you, admire you."

As he said that, Xu Changqing ignored Jirgalang and asked Sun Chuansan: "Brother, you keep saying that you are the Qiang General under the command of Li Kewang of the Great Western Army, but you are just Qiang General, how could you know such secret news? Where is your hometown?"

"this……"

Sun Chuansan was stunned. Even if he thought about it, he could know that the person in front of him was Xu Changqing, the man in Haicheng who was so powerful that he was the world-shaking Haicheng Hou.

He is indeed a member of the Daxi Army, and indeed a member of Sun Kewang's command. However, he is not Qian Zong, but just deputy Qian Zong, and not Sun Kewang's confidant. He is the cannon fodder soldier whom grandma doesn't love and uncle doesn't love. He belongs to the Ming Dynasty official army's surrender sequence a few days ago.

Dorgon, Jirgalang and others planned very well. According to the news from Wu Sangui, Wu Sangui also implemented it very well.

However, time was limited and they were too anxious to catch the core figures of the Western Army.

So I had to train my confession.

"explain!"

"Where are you from!"

Just as Sun Chuansan was confused, Xu Changqing suddenly continued to ask, and the huge pressure almost scared Sun Chuansan's courage.

Sun Chuansan didn't dare to face Xu Changqing's gaze, so he hurriedly lowered his head and subconsciously said: "I am a native of Santunying, Jizhen..."

"Hahahahahahaha..."

Xu Changqing laughed loudly, glanced at Dorgon, Jiergalang, Duoduo and other members of Manchu and Mongolian masters and said, "Regent, the joke you made today is not funny at all. Why, the confidant under the thief was actually from Santunying, Jizhen? Is it my fellow villager of Xu Changqing? Hahaha..."

“…”

Dorgon, Dodo, Jirgalang and others looked at each other, and they were a little indescribable and terrifying for a moment.

Sun Chuansan has been speaking official language with Sichuan flavor. How did Xu Changqing hear that he is not from Sichuan?

"Did you find it surprising?"

Xu Changqing didn't wait for Dorgon and others to speak, and looked at them with a smile and said, "Although Xian Bids occupied Sichuan and Shu at this time, his old subordinates and core officers were still the men from northern Shaanxi who started with him. Even if there was some fresh blood later, they were mostly from Jingchu in Huguang. Regent, you are also leading troops.

People will not be so confused that the core officers do not need you to be a Manchu, but to use us Han people, right?"

With Dorgon and everyone else's faces changing drastically, Xu Changqing turned to Jiergalang and said, "Prince Zheng, please, next time you want to act, you have to do more homework, right? This brother named Sun speaks Sichuan-Shu dialect, and is insulting from our hometown in Jizhen. Are you teasing me? Or! Prince Zheng, you are not appropriate to see me, Xu Changqing, and don't want to continue these two marriages. Now you are going to tear up the agreement I reached with the Regent!"

After saying that, Xu Changqing suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and slapped it directly on the desk beside him.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

The generals of the model army had been feeling unhappy for a long time, and instantly drew swords at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the bright cold light of the blade pulled down the warm air in the hall several degrees.

"Fuck your mother, the dog Tartar, my grandmaster is kind enough to marry your daughter and help you learn to educate the kingly way. You bastards are not aware of life or death, and threatens my grandmaster. Do you really think that my model army is a good meal?"

"Fuck, what about these miscellaneous moji? Today I will help these dogs get the pot of the pot!"

"Come here, protect the general!"

In an instant, the situation became tense.

The generals of the model army rushed forward quickly and protected Xu Changqing. The personal soldiers and slaves from both sides were also mixed.

Even Dorgon, Dodo, and Jirgalang were all masters who had experienced many battles and had long been used to big scenes, but this sudden tyranny still scared them.

Even though the Manchu and Mongolian royals around them had already drawn out their knives to protect them, they still felt no security.

The competition that day is right in front of you.

The Model Army may not be able to fight alone, but in terms of group combat, how could they be opponents?

Ma Shiying and others were even more trembling. They were no longer as good as quails that had lost their nests.

Ma Shiying couldn't help but bite her teeth in pain. He was still too naive.

Who is Xu Changqing?

That was a hero crawling out of the pile of dead people.

Could it be that they really expect them to do the civil servants to continue to do him?

He hurriedly said, "Everyone, please be calm, calm, are there any misunderstandings here?"

"Misunderstand?"

Xu Changqing smiled coldly: "Since there is a misunderstanding, what have you done long ago?"

As he said that, Xu Changqing ignored Ma Shiying and strode towards Dong'e and Kong Sizhen, pulling the two little girls to him.

"stop!"

"Stop it all for me, and don't put down the sword in my hand!"

At this time, Dorgon finally spoke, his face was already gloomy and as if water was about to drip out, like a wolf king who was about to explode, his eyes swept across the audience.

The Manchu and Mongolian royals were immediately frightened by Dorgon, and subconsciously recycled some of the swords in their hands.

The Model Army did not show his majesty at all, and Mao Tiechong and others looked at him provocatively.

Dorgon was a hero, and he was not afraid of the provocation of the Model Army. He took action and walked towards the Model Army with great strides. He completely ignored the shining lights of the generals of the Model Army. He smiled and looked at Xu Changqing and said, "Marty, this matter seems to be a misunderstanding. There is something wrong with my Qing Dynasty. I apologize to the Martyr."

As he said that, he was almost one step away from Mao Tiecheng and others' swords, and he bowed deeply to Xu Changqing.

"Brother Xu, Ama, he..."

Dong'e hugged Xu Changqing tightly, his eyes full of begging.

Xu Changqing kissed her forehead and signaled her to rest assured, but she couldn't help but admire Dorgon's cruel and courageous look.

In comparison, other Manchu and Mongolian royal families are younger brothers.
Chapter completed!