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Chapter 201: The Streets of Heaven have stepped on the bones of Gongqingqing

Kang Mazi looked up at him in horror.

Everyone was running around like headless flies. The terrifying weapons on the hillside kept spraying flames, and bullets kept flying over his head, either squeezing into the soil to stir up dust, or hitting the Eight Banners elites who were running through their bodies, carrying their lives with the splashed flesh and blood, and the dead bodies kept falling in his sight, and almost all were people who could call him, almost all of them were ministers and ministers. He even saw Prince Zhuang Boguoduo fall down less than two meters away from him, and then stared at him with his eyes open with his eyes open.

Kang Mazi buried her head deeply.

He crawled on the ground like a worm, taking off his dragon robe while crawling, and a dead body of a shell beside him. He quickly lay there and carefully took it down to put it on. The dragon robe is too conspicuous, and he must not wear this if he wants to escape. Not only the dragon robe, but also the crown and other things are thrown as far away.

However, he forgot something.

"Your Highness, there is someone wearing a golden mask on his face over there."

A soldier in the bunker held up a telescope and said to Yang Feng, then pointed at him with his fingers. Because of the angle of the sunlight, a golden reflection could be seen in Yang Feng's position.

"Brother Ma, you are here!"

Yang Feng said with a sinister smile.

Then he moved Maxim's muzzle slightly, and the stormy bullet immediately followed Kang Mazi.

Kang Mazi had just finished changing clothes, and was beaten so hard that he hugged his head and curled up in the soil and screamed with all his strength. The bullet hit him like hail, causing the soil to splash around him. The dead body of Beizi was even smashed into pieces, and the meat kept falling on Kang Mazi. A bullet almost wiped his scalp and almost cut off his braid. Then another bullet drilled into his piss. The poor Tartars screamed helplessly like a little sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves.

"Master, golden face, golden face!"

Suddenly, a mud-filled head emerged from the dirt pit not far away and shouted at him anxiously.

Kang Mazi immediately woke up and hurriedly pulled off his golden mask and threw it out. Who would have thought that the golden mask would go straight to the head? Yang Feng, who was aiming at him, saw the golden light flying out. He almost subconsciously turned the gun and swept the dense bullets immediately. The loyal minister screamed in surprise, and then the mask fell in front of him. Before he could react, a series of machine gun bullets arrived and instantly knocked him into a sieve.

"Xiong Aiqing!"

Kang Mazi shouted in grief and anger.

Well, that was Xiong Cilu who was as loyal as Li Guangdi, who had been following him. Poor Grand Secretary Xiong, a famous minister and a Neo-Confucian scholar, died in a mud pit like this.

But his sacrifice is valuable.

After Kang Mazi threw away the golden mask, Yang Feng could not find him. After all, there were too many corpses there, and they were almost piled up. It was not easy to lock a target that kept crawling on the ground among so many corpses. And at this moment, some Qing troops who woke up from the chaos also began to launch a counterattack. Yang Feng had to temporarily adjust the target and aim the gun at the attacking Qing troops.

These warriors saved Kang Mazi and the fleeing Eight Banners refugees.

Although their attack was just to die, although these elite soldiers in the military guards were equipped with the best short-barrel rifled guns and were considered to be long-term training, they had no practical experience at all, especially their practical experience in dealing with machine guns. They still lined up in dense formations and shouted at the Maxim machine guns that were spraying flames, and then fell one after another in a blink of an eye. These Qing warriors continued to stubbornly serve as targets for Yang Feng, and then turned into piles of dead bodies.

Kang Mazi, who finally climbed to a safe distance, lay beside a bossless war horse and watched the scene with grief and anger.

"Master, Master, I finally see you again!"

Li Guang, covered in blood, lay down at his feet and howled.

It was obvious that Grand Secretary Li had suffered a lot, and he had lost all his ears. He wrapped it around with a piece of rag. At this time, when he saw Kang Mazi, he was as tearful as the dog who was sucked, and Kang Mazi couldn't help but sigh at his loyalty. However, his loyalty was useless at this time, because Kang Mazi found that he was almost alone. Not only his army, but also his civil and military officials, and even his wives and children didn't know where to go. There were no more than one hundred people around him who could gather around him. Fortunately, Niu Lu, a military guard camp, recognized him and brought a bunch of defeated soldiers.

And the other refugees, whether they were his guard camp or the refugees who were following, had completely collapsed at this time.

There is no way to fail to collapse.

He followed him south just to take Ziwu Road to Hanzhong, but now Yang Feng blocked Ziwukou and could not enter Ziwu Road. Unless he crossed mountains and ridges from both sides, the problem is that so many people carry large bags of luggage, especially grain. Ziwu Road cannot provide more than 100,000 people with food. When he escaped from Beijing and passed the Taihang Mountains, how many people were starved to death on the mountain road, but how could they cross mountains and ridges with food?

The best choice left is to go west, go up the Fengyukou along the Fenghe River to the Heiziping and Rotary Wu Road, but that road is not very good. At least you don’t expect to drive a carriage, especially in summer, it’s time for mountain torrents to break out. As for the remaining carriages, you can only go to the south of Zhouzhi to walk on Tangluo Road. But the problem is that no one knows when the Ming army will come here, so no one cares about others. Everyone cares about each other, and whoever likes to walk will walk.

What's more, everyone knows that Kang Mazi is a disaster star. Following him will definitely become the target of the Ming army. If he doesn't follow him, Ming army will not pursue a group of old, weak, women and children even if he doesn't follow him. In this way, no one will come here. Even if anyone recognizes the emperor, he will pretend not to see him and walk away quickly.

Of course, Kang Mazi didn't bother with this anymore. The most important thing now is to escape.

But how to escape?

"Master, you can't walk on Ziwu Road anymore. If the thief guards Ziwukou, we can't get through. If you walk on Fengyukou, your master's body can't stand it. You can only walk west as soon as possible. It will take almost a day for the thief cavalry to get here from Tongguan. Let's go quickly enough to enter the mountain in front. As long as we enter the mountain, we burn the plank road while walking, the thief will not be able to catch up with you no matter what."

Li Guangdi said.

"Just according to my dear!"

Kang Mazi said.

However, he could not ride the horse at this time, but the carriage was too slow. After all, it was difficult for them to find a suitable road now, so they finally found two horses, made a soft bag in the middle, and then let Kang Mazi lie inside. He was injured in his leg and a pi thigh, and there was no other position to choose except lying down. So he hurriedly started a new round of escape, and there was only a minister, a Qing army Niu Lu and seventy soldiers following him.

There is nothing else.

Yang Feng didn't know that his brother Ma had run away. At this time, he had wiped out hundreds of attacking Qing troops, then raised his gun and began to shoot the hardcore farmers running around outside Ziwukou, and then watched them fall down one by one under the bullet.

In this great collapse of more than 100,000 people, there were too many escapees like Kang Mazi. After taking off his dragon robe and taking off his golden mask, Kang Mazi was no different from other fleeing officials and nobles. It was not difficult to escape from Yang Feng's sight. Besides, Yang Feng's goal to block Ziwukou was not originally intended to kill Kang Mazi. His goal was just to block the nearest road and buy time for the chasing Ming army. As long as the life camp arrived, it would be very simple to capture Kang Mazi.

At this time, the pursuit of the life-catching camp had arrived in Xi'an.

"Quick, open the city gate!"

A cavalry outside Changle Gate ran towards him with two pairs of horses, holding the dragon in his hand and the sun and moon flag flying.

The green camp soldiers in front of him quickly opened the city gate as quickly as possible, and then filled with flattering smiles to welcome the king's army. However, the king's army obviously had no time to talk nonsense with them. The cavalry rushed into the Changle Gate like a gust of wind. Almost at the same time, countless war horses rolled in like a torrent and directly crashed into the Changle Gate. The cavalry in front, who was the leader, kept firing into the sky, shouting loudly to disperse the crowds on the streets in the city to clear the road for the army.

Immediately afterwards, the torrent of the iron cavalry passed through Xi'an City and rushed out of Andingmen in the same way to Zhouzhi.

More than ten miles south of them, Kang Mazi's team was also running westward on an almost parallel route. Their destination was Luoyukou in the southwest of Zhouzhi County, and then went south to Tangluo Road from there. This ancient plank road was the most difficult of the Qinling road, but Kang Mazi had no other choice. If he continued to walk the Baoxi Road westward, he would probably be caught up by the Ming army, and the road was at least closer. In addition to his team, there were actually many fleeing bannermen who also chose this route. Behind him, a scattered fleeing army was also following, and there were a large number of bandits, local militias, green camp defenders, and even ordinary people carrying farm tools.

Of course they are not following the light.
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