The man carrying Li Zicheng continued to run with difficulty. Although every step was like a mountain pressing on his back, he never abandoned Li Zicheng. In fact, at this point, he knew in his heart that he could not escape, but if he let go of Li Zicheng, he still had a chance to save his life.
But that person didn't have that. Some people are born loyal, and some people are born to betray. Those who like to betray can always become leaders, and those who like to be loyal are mostly controlled by those who betray them throughout their lives. Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong both liked to betray people, but they often had some loyal people under them.
Perhaps because he knew he was about to die, Li Zicheng felt a surge of emotion towards the subordinate who carried him on his back. At this time, Li Zicheng's mind was sensitive and fragile, and he would not have any emotions at all, but now a little bit of emotion appeared. Perhaps people often say that when a man is about to die, his words are good. Only when a person is about to die does he realize that the most important thing in the world is not profit, but his own life. However, at this time, it was too late for Li Zicheng to understand this.
With a bang, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet grazed Li Zicheng's cheek and penetrated into the back of the head of the man who was carrying Li Zicheng on his back. Hot blood splattered on Li Zicheng's face, turning the world that Li Zicheng had just come to his senses into a blood-red color. Then, Li Zicheng and the man fell to the ground together. Li Zicheng was still lying on the man without moving. He had no strength to struggle anymore. The man under him was breathing heavily just now, but now there was no sound. Only the warm blood was still flowing, and only the last slight tremor was still telling Li Zicheng that this person was alive just now, but now he was dead.
Li Zicheng laughed and turned around with difficulty to look at the dozen or so pursuers approaching. Lying at their feet were Li Zicheng's men and Li Zicheng himself. No one on Li Zicheng's side was left alive. Li Zicheng's smile was covered in blood, but the pursuers didn't seem to care about Li Zicheng's weird smile. These special forces under Tang Qi had killed countless people over the years, including important figures from various countries in the world. For a Ming rebel leader like Li Zicheng, these people didn't care at all. They cared about whether they had completed their mission.
"It's a pity that there is no hero to take my beautiful head." After Li Zicheng proclaimed himself emperor more than a year ago, his favorite way of calling himself "Zhen" was. This "Zhen" he called himself at this time was probably the last time he would call himself that.
"You are nothing more than a bandit, yet you are so shameless as to call yourself "I". We don't need heroes to come and take the head of a man like you. We are here because we think highly of you." After the dozen people came closer, one of them laughed at Li Zicheng. They had killed many people of status, so why would they care about Li Zicheng's status?
Li Zicheng snorted softly. Ever since he rebelled, he had always considered himself a rare hero in the world. In the past few years, his ego had become even more inflated. Seeing that the other party did not take him seriously at all, he was very uncomfortable. "What do you little people know? In this world, the winner is the king or the bandit..."
"Stop talking nonsense. Er, Liu Ying, tie up those guys for me." One of the pursuers interrupted Li Zicheng impatiently, waved his hand, and two of them rushed over to grab Li Zicheng.
"I am the emperor of Shun State. How can I let little people like you defame me?" Li Zicheng wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't have much strength. He took out a dagger from his bosom with one trembling hand and put it on his throat, wanting to cut his throat, but his hand was shaking violently at this time. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or lack of strength. The dagger was an inch away from Li Zicheng's throat and could not be moved forward. The shaking hand seemed to have a seizure and could not be moved forward.
The two men rushed over to Li Zicheng and quickly seized the dagger from his hand, tying him up. Meanwhile, another man stepped forward to examine Li Zicheng's injuries, finding them gravely serious. He nodded at the man standing in the group, shook his head, and then gave Li Zicheng a simple bandage. Someone then cut down a few small trees to make a simple stretcher, and carried Li Zicheng down the mountain.
Li Zicheng, lying on the stretcher, still smiled strangely. But that smile gradually lost its strength. The blood continued to flow from his body. His consciousness gradually became increasingly dizzy. The past, like a beautiful illusion, once again swirled in Li Zicheng's mind. The illusion grew increasingly vague and dark. In the darkness, the world between heaven and earth became a chaos. Li Zicheng lay on the stretcher and slowly exhaled his last breath.
Li Zicheng died.
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