"Sir, don't take off your shoes and socks." Seeing this, the personal soldiers were anxious and quickly persuaded.

Li Yong said coldly: "Talk too much!"

The personal soldiers dared not speak much and retreated with tears in their eyes.

In fact, Li Yong is not stupid. Taking off his shoes and socks was his clever move.

Of course, you can walk on the gloves in your shoes and socks, and you can also walk quickly.

But if you walk fast, you will inevitably lose your grace and will be in a mess when you arrive. How could Li Yong lose his momentum and make people laugh?

Therefore, you must walk slowly and maintain your demeanor.

If you walk slowly, the shoes and socks you wear will burn the fire. Not only will the smoke and dust lose their grace, but the shoes and socks that catch fire will burn the soles of the feet and will not be spared.

Moreover, it will be even more difficult to remove the shoes and socks when they are stuck on the flesh.

Since the soles of your feet are inevitably burned, why bother with this?

The purpose of Mandahai's iron lens formation was naturally not to hurt Li Yong, as Zhu Youlang would hate him to the core. He just wanted Li Yong to trot quickly in his shoes and socks to see his embarrassed appearance.

Unexpectedly, Li Yong took off his shoes and socks and walked barefoot through the red iron ring barefoot.

"Aren't you afraid of pain? Aren't you afraid of destruction?" Mandahai thought in shock.

He was about to say something to stop him, but he saw that Li Yong had already put up the hem of his robe and raised his foot to the rag.

Just as I heard the sound of "Wow!", two smokes rose from under Li Yong's feet, and the stinking smell of flesh spread out - Li Yong's soles were already burnt!

Li Yong felt a heartache coming, sweat came out of pain on his head, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

The beads of sweat fell on the ring, and they were dried with a "wavy" sound and evaporated instantly.

"You can't fall down, you can't fall down, you can't let the Qing soldiers laugh!" Li Yong kept reminding himself, gritted his teeth, and fought against the huge pain.

With a strong perseverance and enduring the piercing pain, Li Yong slowly stood up straight.

In fact, the most difficult thing about a fire-fighting lens is this first stroke, because you have to endure the huge pain of burning flesh.

When all the flesh under the feet are burned and charred, a protective layer will be formed on the flesh and blood vessels on it, and the pain will no longer be exacerbated.

Amid the shocked gaze of the Qing soldiers, Li Yong held his hand and recited a poem while walking towards the second ring.

What he recited was Yang Guodong's desperate poem.

"The general's blood stains the sand with hundreds of battles, and the demonic atmosphere has not been eliminated.

I will never regret going back in this body, and the Ming Dynasty will bloom all the flowers of happiness!”

After chanting the poem, he happened to finish this special road full of pain and suffering.

When he stepped onto the ground again, Li Yong could no longer support him. Three personal soldiers hurried over and put his hands into his armpits and supported him.

The Qing soldiers were cruel, but they admired the heroes very much.

Li Yong walked along the way, causing the Qing soldiers to forget his identity and exclaimed: "What a hero!"

"A literati is so tough, he is such a man!"

Not only were the soldiers who were later sent out, but even Mandahai and IELTS Ha were very impressed.

"General Li, I admire him very much. What is the general's intention to come here?" Mandahai asked very politely.

Although Li Yong was in unbearable pain, he did not forget his mission.

He rushed to the south with his hands and said, "I am here to recruit surrender according to the order of my emperor...... You and others... Jiergalang... has surrendered, and my army is surrounded, and you have no way to escape. My emperor... has a virtuous virtue and is unwilling to kill... and hurt more. I am here to persuade me to surrender." Li Yong's sweat beads as big as beans dripped one by one, his face turned yellow, and he still insisted on finishing his words.

"General Li, don't say it anymore. Not all the people are as cordyceps as Jirgalang. I will never surrender." Mandahai.

When Li Yong heard this, he knew that this was a clear reply and felt relieved: "Your Majesty, I have not been insulted in my mission."

At this point, Li Yong had completely put life and death aside, and gathered his last strength to curse: "Mandahai, the Tartars invaded my country and killed my people, and they were full of evil! Today I am humiliating me again, just wait to bear the anger of my emperor. Poor tens of thousands of soldiers will not be buried because of you, it's a pity! Hahaha..."

After finishing the words in one breath, Li Yong laughed to the sky.

The laughter had not stopped, and finally couldn't hold on and suddenly fainted.

"Sir, sir!" The personal soldier called in tears. Li Yong did not move at all, reached out to his nose and tried, and was still breathing.

The leading personal soldier stood up suddenly, reached out and pulled out a knife from the waist of a Qing general next to him, and sternly said: "Mandahai, Pirate King! Let me wait for it, if not, I will die in front of you!"

"Loyal minister, hero! Come and send the four of them to the city of Ganzhou, and don't make things difficult for you." Mandahai was moved when he saw this tragic scene and hurriedly ordered.

The Qing soldiers did not make things difficult for Li Yong and his four men, but carried Li Yong to the city of Ganzhou with respect.

Li Yong's personal soldiers shouted to the city. The Ming army did not dare to open the city gate, put down a door panel, and pulled Li Yong up to the city.

When Zhang Jiayu saw Li Yong in a coma, he heard the description of his personal soldiers and couldn't help but respect and admire Li Yong. He quickly asked the military doctor to treat him, and quickly wrote the situation into a memorial, and Fei Ge reported to Guangzhou.

...

Chen Zizhuang was the first to receive the memorial from Zhang Jiayu.

After reading the memorial, Chen Zizhuang stood up angrily, slapped the desk, and trembled the pen on the desk: "The bold rats dare to act so recklessly!"

His movement was too big, which scared the rest of the cabinet.

Chen Zizhuang has always been very graceful and calm in dealing with things. What's wrong with this today? Is it a fire?

"Mr. Ji Sheng, what's wrong?" Wu Bing looked up and asked in surprise.

"Mr. Wu, look, look." Chen Zizhuang handed the note in his hand to Wu Bing.

Wu Bing looked at the ten lines at a glance, finished reading the score, and with a "bang", he folded a pen in his hand and cursed: "I am crazy! The two countries are fighting and not killing the envoys. Mandahai humiliated the angels so much, and he will die without a place to bury them!"

Seeing that both of them were out of control, the cabinet ministers realized that something big had happened and quickly grabbed the memorials and passed them one by one.

After reading it, they all cursed.

"Jisheng Gong, the emperor's temperament is the most protective of his shortcomings. However, Li Yong is his trusted minister, so the emperor must be furious. Let's go to the palace together." Wu Bing said.

"Okay, then let's go together." Chen Zizhuang agreed, picked up the memorial and left.

"Slowly, Ji Sheng Gong." Chen Zizhuang was about to step out of the house, but Huang Zongxi shouted behind him.

"Jishenggong, it is certain that the emperor is angry. The key is the next strategy for military use. You must be clear about it." Huang Zongxi reminded.

When Chen Zizhuang heard this, he immediately realized Huang Zongxi's kindness.

Yes, if the emperor asks how to use troops at that time, but as the Minister of the rear, he is speechless, then this anger will definitely pour on his head.

"Thank you for your reminder. Lord Wu, then let's discuss it first?" Chen Zizhuang said.
Chapter completed!