Chapter 7: Ten Days of Yangzhou, the backbone of the Great Ming

Qing Dynasty, Qianlong plane.

Qianlong's face looked ugly again.

Shi Kefa, Great Ming.

The Qing army knocked on the pass.

Putting these phrases together, anyone with toes could think of what happened—the Manchu Qing entered the pass, and the Ming Dynasty perished.

Heshen observed Qianlong's expression cautiously and whispered:

"Your Majesty, this Shi Kefa... seems to be against our Great Qing..."

Qianlong snorted coldly: "I know."

Heshen hurriedly shut his mouth.

Qianlong stared at the sky screen, his eyes flickering.

He wanted to see how this sky screen praised this person who was against the Great Qing.

On the sky screen, the picture continued.

【The last thing I saw was the fire burning Wenchang Pavilion, and the sound I heard was the crying and howling of the whole city. I sat in the hall in my official robes, waiting for Duoduo's envoy to persuade me to surrender. I would rather be torn to pieces, but the millions of lives in Yangzhou City must not be slaughtered!】

Ming Dynasty, Hongwu plane.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes turned red.

"Torn to pieces, I would rather..."

He repeated these words,

"What kind of person can say such things?"

Empress Ma gently held his hand.

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, his voice trembling:

"Father, this person... is the backbone of our Great Ming."

In the pile of generals, Li Wenzhong stood out and said loudly:

"Your Majesty! I request to fight! I want to lead the army to wipe out those northern foreign tribes and never let the Great Ming fall into such a situation!"

Xu Da also stood out: "I second that!"

Lan Yu was even more excited: "Your Majesty! Give me thirty thousand elite troops, and I guarantee to kill those Qing troops without leaving a single one!"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, his voice low: "Don't be anxious. Watch first."

But his eyes were fixed on Shi Kefa in the sky screen, without blinking.

Han Dynasty plane.

Liu Che sighed: "This person is truly a loyal martyr."

Wei Zifu said softly: "Your Majesty, I heard that 'Qing army,' it seems to be a foreign tribe?"

Liu Che nodded: "It should be. Great Ming... it seems it also perished at the hands of foreign tribes."

Huo Qubing clenched his fists: "Foreign tribes again."

Wei Qing looked at him without speaking.

Tang Dynasty plane.

Li Shimin said slowly: "This person's literary talent may not be outstanding, but this loyal bone is enough to remain in history."

Fang Xuanling sighed: "Few people in ancient and modern times can say 'torn to pieces, I would rather' in a desperate situation."

Cheng Yaojin scratched his head,

"I, Old Cheng, am convinced. This civil official is tougher than us rough people."

On the sky screen, Shi Kefa's voice gradually weakened, but became more firm:

【Remains? No need to look for them. The tomb of clothes and hats on Meihua Ridge, seeing the plum blossoms on the ridge, is me guarding here. Remember... Chinese people, the backbone cannot be bent.】

The picture froze, falling into silence.

Ming Dynasty, Hongwu plane.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up abruptly, cupped his hands at the sky screen, and bowed deeply.

Empress Ma was stunned: "Your Majesty?"

Zhu Biao was also stunned.

All the civil and military officials were stunned.

Zhu Yuanzhang straightened up, his eyes red, his voice hoarse:

"Shi Kefa, I, Zhu Chongba, thank you on behalf of the Great Ming."

No one spoke.

Everyone looked at their emperor, looked at the tough guy who had killed his way from a beggar to the dragon throne, and at this moment, bowed to the sky screen, to a minister of later generations.

Then, Xu Da stood out, cupped his hands at the sky screen, and bowed.

Li Wenzhong stood out, and Lan Yu also stood out.

All the civil and military officials bowed together to the person on the sky screen.

Ming Dynasty, Yongle plane.

Zhu Di stood up and cupped his hands at the sky screen.

Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui stood up together.

Zhu Zhanji's small face was tight, and he also cupped his hands and bowed.

Qing Dynasty, Qianlong plane.

Qianlong's face was livid.

He looked at the frozen picture on the sky screen, listened to the words "Huaxia people, the backbone cannot be bent," and felt it was extremely harsh.

Heshen leaned over cautiously,

"Your Majesty, this..."

Qianlong turned around abruptly, pointing at the sky screen:

"Nonsense! What backbone cannot be bent? Our Great Qing entering the Central Plains is the mandate of heaven! This Shi Kefa is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he deserves to die!"

His voice was very loud, so loud that it seemed the entire Forbidden City could hear it.

But no one echoed.

The ministers lowered their heads, not saying a word.

Qianlong was even angrier: "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking?"

Just then, Boom!

A thunderbolt exploded out of thin air!

The artificial rockery in front of Qianlong was struck by a lightning bolt, shattering, rocks flying, smashing beside his feet, smoke and dust filling the air.

"Ah—!"

Qianlong sat on the ground in fright, his face pale.

Heshen collapsed directly, crawling back with hands and feet:

"Spare my life! Spare my life!"

On the sky screen, golden light burst forth, and a cold voice resounded through the world:

【The sky screen producer, Mr. Gu, has an order—】

【Those who insult the heroes on the list shall be punished by heaven!】

All dynasties fell into a brief dead silence.

Qin Dynasty plane.

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank sharply.

He looked at the lightning in the sky screen, looked at the shattered rockery, looked at Qianlong who was paralyzed on the ground, and gasped.

"This... this is..."

Li Si's voice trembled: "Your Majesty, this master of the sky screen... is truly an immortal! Lowering thunder and lightning at will, this is an immortal's method!"

Meng Tian, Meng Yi, and others looked at each other, seeing horror in each other's eyes.

Wang Jian muttered: "Fortunately... fortunately we didn't say bad things about Shi Kefa..."

Han Dynasty plane.

Liu Che stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the sky screen.

"Thunder punishment..."

Wei Qing said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, this master of the sky screen cannot be offended."

Huo Qubing rarely showed a look of gravity,

"Summoning thunder at will, this... this is even more immortal than an immortal."

Liu Che nodded slowly, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands at the sky screen:

"Liu Che of the Han Dynasty, respectfully follows the immortal's decree."

Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan period.

Li Shimin's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to calm.

He stood up and cupped his hands at the sky screen: "Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, respectfully listens to the immortal's decree."

Fang Xuanling and others also stood up and bowed.

Cheng Yaojin whispered: "Goodness, this immortal has quite a temper..."

Yuchi Gong glared at him: "Shut up!"

Ming Dynasty, Hongwu plane.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the light in the sky screen, his eyes wide.

"My goodness..."

Empress Ma pulled his sleeve: "Your Majesty, hurry and bow!"

Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly cupped his hands at the sky screen,

"Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty, thank you, Immortal, for protecting the loyal ministers of our Great Ming!"

Zhu Biao also bowed, a warm current surging in his heart—

That immortal was protecting Shi Kefa! Protecting the loyal ministers of the Great Ming!

Qing Dynasty, Qianlong plane.

Qianlong was paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over.

Heshen knelt beside him, kowtowing one after another:

"Immortal, spare my life! Immortal, spare my life! The Emperor didn't mean it! Immortal, spare my life!"

On the sky screen, that cold voice did not sound again.

But Qianlong knew he was being watched.

He was watched by a real immortal.

"I... I..."

Qianlong's lips trembled, unable to say a complete sentence.

After a long time, he struggled to climb up and knelt down to the sky screen:

"Qianlong... Qianlong knows he was wrong! Please, Immortal, spare my life! Please, Immortal, forgive me!"

People from all dynasties watched this scene with complex feelings.

That was an emperor.

Kneeling and begging for mercy in front of civil and military officials.

But no one laughed at him.

If it were themselves, they might be the same.

That lightning was too scary.

……

Late Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou City.

On the city wall, Shi Kefa was discussing matters with his generals.

They saw everything that happened on the sky screen clearly.

When they saw Qianlong being struck by lightning, a soldier couldn't help but laugh: "Serves him right!"

But Shi Kefa didn't laugh, he stared at the sky screen, his eyes hot.

That immortal was protecting him, protecting the loyal ministers of the Great Ming.

Just then, a soldier rushed in stumbling:

"Commander! It's bad! The Qing army! The Qing army has started to attack the city!"

Shi Kefa stood up abruptly: "Go!"

He rushed to the city wall and looked out—

In the distance, the black Qing army surged like a tide, banners covering the sky, and the sound of horse hooves like thunder.

Duoduo's 100,000-strong army had arrived.

On the city wall, the four thousand local braves turned pale, their hands holding weapons trembling.

Shi Kefa took a deep breath and was about to speak to inspire morale—

The sky screen suddenly lit up. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====