Good news: Zhu Lian transmigrated, becoming Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Ming, Zhu Youjian.
Bad news: Today is the tenth day of the third month of Chongzhen's seventeenth year, and Li Z...
Looking at the ferocious looks of the Ming soldiers, Bumbutai was completely desperate.
If I fall into their hands, I will probably be tortured inhumanely before death.
Make her life worse than death.
As the Holy Mother Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty, she no longer feared death.
In order to die with dignity, Bumbutai gave a stern order: "Pass the order down, all the women in the family must return to the cabin immediately and prepare to die for their country."
As soon as these words were spoken, the women in the family were immediately furious.
Some people couldn't stand steadily and fell down, crying loudly.
Some people struggled to run to the deck, trying to surrender to the Ming army in order to save their lives.
Some people even felt a black screen before their eyes and fainted.
Few people can face death calmly, especially the pampered royal family.
At this time, the Ming army had already attacked.
The Eight Banners soldiers on the ship resisted the attack of the Ming army while driving the women into the cabin.
The unconscious women were dragged directly in by them.
When most of the people had gathered, Bumbutai gave a solemn order to Sony and Doni: "Set the cabin on fire, and then order the Eight Banners soldiers to seal the cabin door. You can surrender at any time after I die, and I won't blame you."
Sony burst into tears: "Holy Queen Mother, I would rather die than surrender!"
Bumbutai also shed tears: "Let's fight! Kill one and you'll get your money back, kill two and you'll earn one."
"Yes." Sony rushed towards the Ming army with a knife.
Donny commanded the remaining Eight Banners soldiers to guard the hatch and hold torches ready to set fire.
The cabin was very dark and crying could be heard everywhere.
Bumbutai picked up a can of kerosene and slammed it onto the wooden board at her feet.
The black kerosene spilled all over the ground, giving off a pungent smell.
Donnie's face turned pale, and his hand holding the torch was shaking a little: "Holy Queen Mother, are you really going to set a fire?"
Bumbutai frowned and said, "The people on this ship are all women and children of the Qing Dynasty. Although the Qing Dynasty has fallen, its dignity cannot be lost. Rather than letting them die in humiliation, it is better for them to be burned to death and sacrifice their lives for the country."
Looking at the kerosene on the ground and the torch in hand.
Donnie took a deep breath and tried several times to throw the torch onto the kerosene but failed.
He had neither the courage nor the heart to do it.
Bumbutai snatched the torch from his hand and shouted at him, "Stay away."
Donnie burst into tears: "Yes... yes."
As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, Bumbutai threw the torch to the ground.
The kerosene on the ground was ignited with a bang.
At that time, all sea vessels were wooden.
To prevent corrosion, all wood is soaked or painted with tung oil.
These woods will catch fire and are difficult to extinguish.
Therefore, it was strictly forbidden to use open flames on board at that time.
With the help of kerosene, a fire broke out instantly near the cabin door, and black smoke quickly filled the air.
Seeing that their death was approaching, the women and children in the cabin cried even more miserably.
They huddled together and cried bitterly.
"I don't want to die!"
"I don't want to die either. Please, the Holy Mother Queen, spare us."
"Yes, please ask the Holy Mother Queen to let us go."
At this time, the flames had spread to Bumbutai's feet. She endured the burning pain of the flames and shouted angrily: "It's not that I don't want to let you go, but the fate of leaving is worse than dying here."
"The Qing dynasty has fallen, and the emperor is gone too. The Ming court will at most exile us to the frontier, and will not execute us. As the saying goes, a good death is worse than a miserable life. I beg the Holy Mother Empress Dowager to show some leniency and leave us a way out."
"Shut up!" Bumbutai reached out and picked up a gunpowder can. "You only have a hundred people, and there are at least thousands of Ming troops outside. This place is not far from Dengzhou, where there are tens of thousands of Ming troops..."
After Bumbutai's explanation, the voices begging for mercy became much quieter.
However, some people still wanted to rush through the flames and escape out of the cabin.
But the fire at the door was so big that they were quickly forced back by the flames.
Cough cough cough.
As the black smoke increased, coughing sounds continued in the cabin.
Looking at the flames under her feet, Bumbutai was a little dazed.
Countless familiar figures flashed through her mind.
Her father, mother, her sister, her brother.
His husband...
and her husband's brother, Dorgon.
The pain of the burning flames brought her back to consciousness.
She shook her head, and only one person remained in her mind: her son Fulin.
She is thinking...
Where did Fulin go?
Are you living well?
Did Su Moer take good care of Fulin?
Did he think about himself?
Bumbutai opened her eyes again, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
"Oh!" Bumbutai sighed and threw the gunpowder can in his hand down.
With a bang.
The flames instantly filled the entire cabin.
Donny, who was guarding the cabin door, was knocked to the ground by the shock wave.
Just as he was about to stand up, he felt a chill on his neck and a sharp voice rang out above his head: "Don't move, or I'll kill you."
Looking at the knife at his neck, Donny tactfully dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground.
Sony, which is in the same boat, is still fighting hard.
The Ming army stood in a row, holding various weapons and slowly narrowing the encirclement.
Every time they shouted "Kill", varying numbers of Eight Banners soldiers fell down.
Before the fire got out of control, the Ming army surrounded Sony.
"You won't be killed if you surrender." shouted a Ming soldier.
Sony ignored him and pointed the blade at his neck, facing the sky: "Your Majesty, I have not dishonored the reputation of the Eight Banners by dying on the battlefield."
As the Ming army rushed forward, he wiped it hard.
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