Chapter 217 The Mother of the Dead

Putting down the leaflet in his hand, Qingliang glanced at the Forbidden City, and then sighed again.

"Your Majesty, I... can't do it!"

With that, he seemed to shake his head helplessly. The Empress Dowager and the emperor were going to flee to the embassy to avoid disaster. He was a little general, how could he sell his life!

When he shook his head and sighed, under the gate of Daqing Gate, hundreds of soldiers were pulling the mud bags blocking the hole of the gate of the urn, and there were more than a dozen bloody minds hanging next to them, which were the heads of soldiers who did not want to surrender.

"Your excellency, you are wise!"

The staff standing next to him immediately answered.

"What a wise man!"

Qingliang sighed and said again.

"I also want to find a way to live for my brothers!"

"Aren't you wise? If you weren't wise, these brothers would have died in vain."

Yinghe, who was standing, smiled. He didn't want to die, and the same brothers who guarded the city didn't want to die. Through the light, he saw that the thieves in the outer city did not kill prisoners indiscriminately, and after being guaranteed, he naturally lost the idea of coexisting with the Qing Dynasty. Anyway, it was lowered once, and it was not bad this time.

"Come on, don't flatter me. I just hope that the Guangfu army can keep its word!"

"Your Excellency, you have no joke!"

In this kung fu, a soldier ran upstairs, and as soon as he entered the arrow tower, he knelt down first.

"Your Excellency, the sandbags have almost been taken out!"

"Gone a signal! Open the gate and raise the white flag!"

A series of orders came out of Qingliang's mouth, and finally he made a special statement.

"Tell my brothers, don't act rashly when the restoration of the army is carried out. We can point to live and reunite with our families. When the Qing Dynasty has passed away, this iron silver grain must be gone. At that time, the old and young in the family will point to our men!"

"Yes, my lord!"

In the gate cave of Wengcheng, the sandbag was called seven, seven, eight and eight. After the three lanterns were hung up, another white flag was inserted into the arrow tower. First, the thick steel-inlaid copper hardwood door of the Wengcheng was opened, and then the Daqing Gate was opened. The Guangfu officers and soldiers who had been waiting for a long time entered along the Daqing Gate with guns. Entering the Wengcheng, there were rows of Qing soldiers kneeling on both sides of the Wengcheng, and the Qing soldiers on both sides of the Wengcheng Street were kneeling.

"The crime will be Qingliang, and the righteous army will enter the city..."

Qingliang, who was kneeling on the ground, said this to the leading officer. As he was talking, he heard a rapid gunshot in the direction of [***] facing the gate of Daqing. At this time, accompanied by a rapid sound of horses' hoofs, the soldiers who entered the city immediately stood on both sides, pressed the muzzle of the gun, and pointed to the ground with a bayonet reflecting the bleak moon. The captives.

A whirlwind-like cavalry held a saber in their right hand, crossed the gate of Daqing first, and then through the gate of Wengcheng, galloping along the long wait. The sound of horseshoes and the slate road under the horses' hoofs and the slate road only made the hearts of the soldiers kneeling on the roadside tremble.

The snowy Chasik cavalry knives pointed to the front, and hundreds of cavalry rode into the inner city in dozens of seconds. The cavalry with sabers on them did not make any sound. Except for the sound of the iron and stone colliding, the only sound on the street was the gasp of the Don hippocampus under the cavalry.

Whether the saber in their hands or the ** mount in their hands, all of them represent the glory they have. The saber was captured, and the war horse was also captured. When the horse entered the inner city, the leading cavalry's legs clamped the horse's belly boots and the spurs made the horse The tingling hiss is faster.

"Quick, protect the emperor, keep the empress dowager..."

In the rapid sound of gunfire, Tie Liang, who waved a pistol and pulled the trigger on the roadside, shouted loudly. Hundreds of standing officers and soldiers lay on the ground or after the body, shooting at the bandits on the roadside. On the wall of the Forbidden City, the Qing army who heard the gunfire also shot at the gangs on the roadside.

"Quick, go..."

Cixi in the car shouted in horror. The two daughters of Qingwang protected her with their bodies, but the handlebars in front seemed to be unresponsive. Cixi, who was protected by the two grids, turned forward with her hands, and her palms only touched a wet ball of blood! The blood flowing from the handlebar.

The handlebars on several carriages were killed in the first place, including the horse pulling the carriage.

"Machine gun...machine gun...machine gun is there..."

Ye Gongliang, who was beaten by the Qing soldiers in the city and couldn't raise his head, shouted loudly.

"Suppress the firepower of the enemy on the wall!"

When he shouted. I only faintly saw a group of enemies poked their heads down and shooting, only a few dozen meters away from them!

"Quick!"

Ye Gongliang shouted while holding a submachine gun and slamming at the top of the city! On the roof of a house more than a hundred meters behind him, there was a fire tongue, which was sprayed by the heavy machine gun on the roof and shot at the [***] tower. The bullets originally swept down from the city wall were suddenly weak.

"Zhang Zhiyue, carriage, hurry up! Don't remember that they ran away! ......"

With this opportunity, Ye Gongliang, who threw away the stuck submachine gun and carried a pistol in his hand, forced two steps forward, saw that more than a dozen Qing soldiers were trying to cover someone from the carriage. After shouting, a few shadows rushed out of the roadside.

"Look at it, learn from me..."

Zhang Zhiyue shouted, holding the submachine gun in his arms. Taking advantage of the enemy's shooting, he jumped out of the roadside slot and ran to the carriage. Almost every time, he rushed to the carriage with bullets.

More than a dozen people behind him learned from him. In the gap between the enemy's shooting, they jumped out of the trough to feed the horses one by one. They ran to the carriages of the big man with submachine guns in their arms. The bullets flew over their heads and beside them, and occasionally some people fell down... See When he was close to the enemy in front of him, Zhang Zhiyue immediately picked up the submachine gun and shot. More than a dozen soldiers around the carriage were suddenly swept down by half. Just as he was about to rush to the side of the carriage, the submachine gun with a fire tongue in his hand suddenly became dumb.

Zhang Zhiyue, who knew that he was stuck, wanted to pull out the pistol, but a bayonet had fallen into his chest. At the moment he fell to the ground, when Zhang Zhiyue saw a frightened face, he thought it was his own submachine gun, for... why... "Ah..."

The sound of gunfire near his ear, against the bullets flying beside him, had already scared off half of Guangxu's soul. He was so scared that his face was pale and cold sweaty. He not only screamed, but even his whole body shrank into the arms of Queen Yulong, curled up in Yulong's arms, screamed loudly, and shuddered all over.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, your emperor, don't be afraid..."

Although Yulong was also scared and pale, he protected Guangxu with his body and patted his back to comfort him. The canopy of the carriage was hit out of more than a dozen gun eyes. Yulong wanted to protect the emperor from the carriage, but his legs could not move. In the sound of escort around, the screams from time to time only made Yulong's heart tighten, but the gunfire and screams almost scared Guangxu's soul out. Even Yulong on the carriage could feel the dampness and heat on the mat. Your Majesty... At this moment, Yulong heard a sound of horses' hoofs, and then she heard a burst of shocking anger. Roar. Sound.

"Kill..."

He rushed into the former cavalry camp with a saber, regardless of the bullets flying overhead. When the cavalry rushed towards the group of enemies on the road, one of the cavalry rushed straight to the bridge on the Yudai River. The eunuch behind the bridge looked at the rushing cavalry and was ready to close the gate. The cavalry took the pistol with the casing from the waist, and the eunuchs holding their shoulders towards the gate hole and the Qing soldiers who were about to rush out of the city to pull the trigger one after another.

Compared with submachine guns that may jam with two or three cartridges of bullets, these cavalry who are torn up with the Russians outside the customs prefer this MJ02 pistol with wooden shell. Although there are not many 16 magazines, one bullet in the chamber is just enough. After 17 bullets are empty, the rest is short soldiers. The waiter of the saber.

The moment the pistol was shot, the Qing soldier and the eunuch who did not escape were close in front of them. The cold light of the knife waved along the rush. The head of the Qing soldier who was about to escape was suddenly cut off in half. A eunuch just raised his hand, but his hands were cut off by the saber. When he lay on the ground and was about to howl, he was hooves by the horse. I broke my head.

After rushing through the gate, the cavalry like a tiger into the sheep rushed through the gate, did not rush directly into the palace, but ran forward for a while, replaced the magazine for the pistol bullets, and then loaded again. Then they rushed to [***] again. When the horse drilled towards the doorway of the upper city, the horse's cavalry cat was dressed, and the horse followed the stairs towards [** *] Rush to the head of the city.

Listening to the sound of horses' hoofs, they saw the cavalry rushing towards the city. They just flashed their kung fu. The cavalry with pistols pulled the trigger towards the city. Immediately, the head of the city was only a few seconds. The next moment, there were bursts of screams and begging for mercy.

When the cavalry rushed to the top of the city, without the help of the Forbidden City Wall and [***] the Qing soldiers, the resistance of the Qing army on Chang'an Street suddenly disintegrated under the attack of the roadside intelligence officers and cavalry. The head of the soldiers wielding a gun to protect Tie Liang had been cut off. Under the roar of the cavalry, the Qing army surrounding the carriage was thrown down. Guns, kneeling on the ground, looked at these rebels riding high-headed ocean horses in horror. At this time, the cavalry on their backs still had murderous intentions on their faces. Just as they knelt on the ground, a cavalryman stepped directly in two steps without saying a word. At the same time, a military knife and a clear soldier covered their throat and fell down. This scene was only Everyone's hearts trembled, and a few people waved their sabres, and they were about to kill.

" Stop!"

The officer on the horse's back shouted and was about to kill all the cavalry as in the past. Only then did he stop. Yiqi, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little soulful. He didn't mention the regret in his heart. If... if... the horse around Chang'an gasped, the same cavalry on the horse's back was also Breathing heavily, when they were gasping, they were adjusting their breathing again. Their original red eyes would calm down a little.

On the battlefield, only the cruellest people can survive, but after cruelty, what is needed is to quickly adjust their emotions. Otherwise, if they don't die in the battlefield, they will die of military law. The lesson of blood has already taught this group of soldiers how to adjust their emotions.

"I'm my own person, the second detective, the head of the Yanjing Intelligence Station..."

When he ran from the roadside with his injured leg, Ye Gongliang shouted one after another. When he shouted these words, the cavalry on the street took the initiative to make way for him. Even if he didn't shout, he could guess his identity by looking at the tricolor armband worn between his left arm. They went to the city to help these people.

"Cixi, Guangxu, please get out of the car!"

The words from Ye Gongliang only shocked the cavalry on horseback. Everyone stared at these people and these carriages.

"I won't get out of the car! I'm not the king of the subjugation..."

There was a sad cry in the carriage, followed by a woman's comfort. Just as the cavalry listened to the words and smiled, there was a "bang" gunshot in the carriage. The gunshot only shocked the people outside the carriage, and then someone in the carriage cried out.

"Your Majesty..."

Your Majesty... The princes and ministers who were originally kneeling listened to the cry of the queen in the carriage and knelt around the carriage and cried out loudly.

Lying in the arms of Empress Yulong, the light was bleeding from her chest. The face was scared and sweating coldly, which would be even whiter. However, at this time, his face was not the previous frightened whiteness, but a pale face with a trace of relief. The silky light did not look at the crying Yulong, but at the thief. The curtain opened by the army muttered.

"I...I...I...I want to die with my body..."

With one word and one sound, the princes and ministers around the carriage cried and kowtowed hard. The "Dong" sound of the forehead and the bluestone plate shocked people's hearts trembled. Even the Qing soldiers who put down the gun before would kowtowed and cried loudly.

The face of Cixi in the other carriage was not painful, and she looked incredible. She never thought that the emperor who would shrink into her arms with thunder would not dare to come out. At this time, she had the courage to die.

The two daughters of King Qing, who cried, looked at the Empress Dowager's expression and only cried.

"Empress Dowager, Emperor...Your Majesty..."

"Get out of the car!"

When Cixi, who was about to get off the bus, didn't forget to look back at the two crying words.

"Don't cry, don't lose the dye of our Qing Dynasty!"

When the old woman like a peasant woman in the countryside got out of the car, the cavalry on the horse were stunned. They didn't expect that this was the empress dowager. The empress dowager was like this. In their hearts, the old empress dowager of Cixi should be... ignored their surprise, let alone Ye Gongliang took out a photo to compare with this person. Originally The princes and ministers who knelt in front of the emperor's body carried out by the Guangfu army cavalry quickly knelt in front of her as soon as they saw the empress dowager get out of the car.

"The Empress Dowager..."

And Cixi also ignored them. She just looked at the body of Guangxu, which was stained with blood on her chest with a complicated expression. She didn't know where he got the gun, and she didn't know how much courage he had given when he was dying, but Cixi knew that she had promised to be strong all her life. In the past few decades, she had never seen this successor. The son, the cowardly emperor who supported herself with one hand, knew that at least at this time, she did not have the courage, but the tears of Cixi flowed out. She walked to the body of Guangxu and held Guangxu's body.

"Your Majesty..."

Tears flowed down from Cixi's old face. When she held Guangxu's body, she seemed to return to the day when she took the 4-year-old man into the palace in Huaiyinzhai's mansion of the mellow king on the lakeside of Taiping Lake. She remembered the child who shrank into her arms when he was thundered when he was a child. At this time, all the hatred was gone, and all that was left in her mind was the opposite. The memory of the love between mother and son in the past.

When Cixi was crying with Guangxu's body in her arms, the rapid footsteps came from the other end of Chang'an Street. A team of Beiyang officers and soldiers who were dressed in Tibetan blue military uniforms and entered the inner city from Dong'anmen appeared on Chang'an Street. On the street, only the light recovery army of green military uniforms and Beiyang in blue military uniforms were seen, and then knelt on the ground. Soldiers, and then this group of surrounded mother and son ministers.

In the year of Jia Chen, Xin Weiyue, Xin Hai said that just after ten o'clock in the evening, Chen Moran, who was about to get up and go out of the suburbs, stopped when he walked out of the study. It seemed that there was something else! Thinking so in his heart, Chen Moran looked back at the study. The light in the study was on, and the documents were neatly distributed in the paper basket on the table. The unprocessed document basket was empty and seemed to be fine.

Today's night in Nanjing, there were some dark clouds in the air, and there was a darkness like an abyss outside the window. There was no half of the starlight, and Chen Moran, who was a little uncertain in his heart, walked back to his desk and sat there. At this time, he was a little restless in his heart. Just over a few hours ago, he experienced the most angry moment of his life.

Three... It should be four hours ago, several councilors of the advisory office who were left by him for dinner. They said that it was good at the table was euphemistic advice, but they interfered with their family affairs.

"The government is based on Xing Han, and the government is the Han Dynasty, but the wife is British. In the past month, there have been opponents, and the newspaper has criticized this!"

"The ruler said the defense of Huayi, but he took the British as his wife. If he said that the people's referendum and decided to take the rule as the emperor and the ruler as the king, how can the Chinese be the son of the British as the crown prince!"

"Foreigners have humiliated me for decades and take foreigners as their wives, which is tantamount to making the world laugh!"

"Please think twice about the affairs of the state!"

"Governing his dynasty is the king, and governing the family is no longer a family matter, but a state affairs..."

The words of persuasion will still appear in Chen Moran's mind. Although he knows that their advice is for himself, Chen Moran knows that there is a conspiracy behind this matter. A group of people try to induce those people to choose the republic in this way in the name of the so-called "British people are not suitable for the queen". Instead of him saying, "After the foreigners, take... as the reserve!" Thinking about those two words, Chen Moran hated it.

Politics has always been ugly, but Chen Moran never thought of attacking the opponent's family, but they... were evil, and the only good impression of those people disappeared.

"You picked it up. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Thinking about the "evidence" "made" by the second detective department according to the information he had already had, Chen Moran sneered in his heart. Since they provoked this invisible war, what he needed to do was to take this move. Maybe... Thinking about it, Chen Moran took out a document from the drawer of the desk. Folder, and then take out a few files from it. There are some photos in the folder, which look a bit like a remake of the file. This is a photo specially synthesized by the computer a while ago in order to cope with possible attacks.

The content is very simple. The content is the masterpiece of the second investigation department, and the only need is to scan the document into the computer, and then move the signature in a document to the document. A "confidential" is generated. However, after these documents are done, Chen Mo Ran has been hesitating. At least the little morality there makes him unwilling to use this dirty trick, but now... Close his eyes, Chen Moran's mind comes to Ji Li from London. Although she is pregnant with Liujia, she has to work hard for this country and fight for the new regime from all walks of life in Britain. In order to let Britain recognize China as soon as possible, but at this time, when she was running for the country with Liujia, there was a group of people here attacking her with promiscuous tricks for political purposes.

"..."

With a sneer, Chen Moran twisted his eyebrows into a ball, and some sneers appeared on his face.

"Do you really think my knife can't kill people?"

He hummed like this in his heart, but Chen Moran still shook his head helplessly and sighed. Although the knife was fast, it did not appear to kill himself.

"Let's meet him again!"

Just as he was thinking about it in his heart, there was a knock on the door first, and Chen Moran said "come in", and Yu Hongyu walked into the study.

"Ruling, a telegram from Yanjing!"

"Oh?"

Chen Moran raised his eyebrows. He knew that if it was a telegram brought by Yu Hongyu, it must be good news, otherwise it would be the staff of the military staff to send a telegram.

"Nian!"

"On July 13, at 21:41, Qingliang, the guard of the Qingmen of the Qing Dynasty, opened the gate to offer the city, and the inner city of the capital was restored. ... At 21:46, the Qing emperor Guangxu committed suicide in the carriage canopy..."

"Is Guangxu dead? Suicide?"

This result really shocked Chen Moran, so that he couldn't speak for a long time. This... According to the intelligence of the second investigation department, Guangxu's surname was cowardly and timid, and he would be scared to death when he heard the thunder. Like such a person, he dared to commit suicide.

"Are you sure it's right?"

"Yes, in power, Guangxu committed suicide by touching his chest with a pistol in the hood!"

"Pistol? Against the chest..."

He muttered that Chen Moran was still incredible. This man... originally wanted to come to the trial of the century, but it's a pity! It's a pity that Chen Moran remembered another person, another person who forced him to turn back.

"Is Cixi still alive?"

Compared with Guangxu, Chen Moran valued Cixi more, not only to judge her, but also to send electricity to Xi'an and Chengdu to order the two governors to give up resistance.

"Cixi did not commit suicide. In addition, Commander Cai asked how to deal with Guangxu's body!"

This... (Well, Guangxu has been cowardly all his life. Let him be brave! Cixi, how to deal with it? This is a problem! Hesitate, consider... Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a definite reading!)

(to be continued)