Hearing the footsteps, Guo Xiaowu immediately stood up. Seeing that the person coming was Yang Zhen, a smile appeared on his face and he said: "The Governor is indeed a lucky man. I congratulate the Governor on his triumphant return after winning many battles!"

"Boy, when did you learn to speak glibly?"

Seeing that Guo Xiaowu was so conscientious in his duties, Yang Zhen was also very happy. Taking the opportunity of him bowing to greet him, he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder to show his recognition of him.

"How's it going, this tenth prince full of Tatars?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night last night. After that, until now, I sometimes fell into coma and sometimes woke up. As soon as I woke up, I wanted to seek death. I kept banging my head against the wall. Fortunately, there was wood here, so I couldn't kill him."

After receiving Yang Zhen's affirmation, Guo Xiaowu's originally sluggish and sleepy spirit was suddenly cheered up, and he quickly introduced Duoduo's situation to Yang Zhen:

"In order to prevent him from committing suicide, I tied his hands and feet, blocked his mouth, and removed all sharp objects from his body as the governor said.

"However, there were gold wounds on his front and back. The shrapnel on his back did not penetrate deep into his flesh. Beizhi had taken it out. As for the bullet on his thigh, it was deep into his bones. There was no gold wound medicine on Beizhi's body, so he did not dare to move lightly."

Guo Xiaowu was obviously aware of Yang Zhen's high regard for the Tatar prince. He knew that keeping the Tatar prince alive would be more useful than letting him die, so he simply helped him deal with the wounds on his back without waiting for Yang Zhen's instructions.

Wound.

As for the lead bullet that penetrated his thigh bone from close range from the front, there was nothing he could do.

Yang Zhen nodded at him, and while saying "no problem" and "no problem", he approached the place where Duduo was lying on his side, went up and kicked him on the back where blood was oozing.

Duduo was always proud and arrogant, and would rather die than be humiliated.

However, this time, when he gradually woke up from the coma caused by the big explosion, he had already been tied to this place. Knowing that humiliation was inevitable made him feel despair, and he only wanted to die quickly, and Guo Xiaowu

However, he was unable to survive or die for the time being.

When Yang Zhen and the others descended into the bilge of the 400-seat boat, he was actually already awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes or face reality.

However, Yang Zhen's sudden kick caused Doduo to suffer unbearable pain. He couldn't help but twitch and hum in pain, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Pick him up and let him sit and talk."

Yang Zhen spoke, and Guo Xiaowu and Ma Keqing immediately stepped forward, helped Duduo, who was a little unable to move, and made him sit up with his back leaning against the bulkhead.

"Take off the ropes around his legs too."

After entering the bottom cabin for a long time, Yang Zhen had already adapted to the darkness below. He saw a large dark red blood stain on Duduo's left thigh. He knew that he could no longer stand and walk, and he was not worried about what he could do.

When Guo Xiaowu heard this, he immediately pulled out a short knife from his boot, bent down and cut the ropes tied around Duoduo's ankles.

Duduo, who was originally sitting leaning against the bulkhead, now straightened up with difficulty and sat cross-legged with a painful expression.

After sitting like this, his expression gradually calmed down a little.

At this time, Yang Zhen stepped forward, squatted down two steps away, reached out and pulled out the rag that was blocked in his mouth, and then said to him: "Are you Duduo?"

After Yang Zhen finished asking, he looked at Duduo, but saw that his eyes, which had been closed tightly due to pain, slowly opened again, but he just looked at Yang Zhen coldly and did not speak.

For a long time, just when Yang Zhen's patience was about to run out, he thought he couldn't understand or didn't know Chinese. He was about to ask Ma Keqing to translate, but when he saw that Duduo didn't answer the question, he said slowly:

"Are you Yang Zhen?"

Duduo's voice was not loud and somewhat hoarse, but what he spoke was Liaodong Mandarin that Yang Zhen could fully understand.

It seems that most of the upper-class Manchu Tatars can speak some Liaodong Chinese, which is a fact.

Of course, most of the upper-class Manchu Tatars also speak some Mongolian, which is also a fact.

This is not to say that the upper-class Manchu Tatars have any great language talent. In fact, this can only show that they have lived in an environment where Han, Mongolian and Jurchen people intermingled since childhood.

This means that Liaodong is not the territory of the Jurchens. It was the territory of the Han people a long time ago.

Hundreds of years before the rise of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Han population in Liaodong was already the dominant local population.

"Yes, I am Yang Zhen! On the coast of southern Liaoning, I destroyed Xiongyue City, Gaizhou City, and killed Yang Zhen of Gushan Beizi Boluo! I am the one who ambushed Shi Tingzhu in Woniugou and attacked Dongguangou

It was me who ambushed you!"

After hearing what Yang Zhen said, Doduo's eyes gradually became angry. However, after just a moment, the anger in his eyes dissipated again. In the end, he just asked lightly:

"Where's Shi Tingzhu?"

"Dead!"

When Yang Zhen said that Shi Tingzhu was dead, Duduo was somewhat surprised, but in the blink of an eye, he regained his composure and only murmured to himself:

"Dead? It's best to die. He deserves death."

After saying this, Duduo paused for a moment and suddenly asked straight to the point: "What are you going to do to me?"

Yang Zhen originally thought that Duduo had a violent temper and that it would be difficult to have a direct conversation with him after being captured. Even if he could have a conversation, it would probably take a while.

What he didn't expect was that Duduo's reaction was completely different. His frankness or forthrightness far exceeded Yang Zhen's expectations, which made him a little uncomfortable for a while.

"I haven't decided what to do with you yet. After all, I have never captured someone like you!"

When Duduo heard Yang Zhen's words, his face that looked extremely pale due to excessive blood loss showed an extremely contemptuous smile, and said coldly:

"After all, it's just a death. If you and I change places, I will never ask you a question. Victory, defeat, life and death are all God's will. I will catch you and kill you with one blow, so there is no need to make too many calculations."

Yang Zhen suddenly realized that Duduo was inducing him to kill him, so he asked: "What if I don't kill you?"

After hearing this, Duduo was stunned. The look that was originally showing contempt immediately disappeared from his eyes, and his whole person quickly became depressed.

"After this defeat, there is no more humiliation. From now on, all I have to do is die. Even if you don't kill me, Dodo is no longer Dodo. The current Dodo is just a walking corpse!"

Duduo's voice was low and hoarse, and the words he spoke were like tongue twisters, which fell on the ears of everyone present, making them very confused.

"Captain, what does this mean? Why can't I understand what this guy is talking about?"

Guo Xiaowu and Ma Keqing were all confused. Even Yuan Jin, deputy general of Juehua Island Navy, was confused and couldn't help but ask Yang Zhen.

Of course Yang Zhen understood. Duduo was giving in to him in his own way, which meant that he could kill him and he didn't care about life or death, but he couldn't humiliate him.

Duduo was awarded the title of Beile at the age of thirteen, and has been a banner leader of the Eight Banners since then. It has been twelve or thirteen years now.

During these twelve or three years, he conquered east and west, conquered south and north, and became invincible, almost invincible. His life had reached a certain height.

Therefore, the words he said were of a certain height, and not everyone could understand them.

Although Yang Zhen understood what he said, he didn't want to explain it to Yuan Jin and others. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, indicating that he was also confused.

At this time, Duduo looked at Yang Zhen and asked another question that surprised him: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"I don't believe it. Do you believe it?"

Although Yang Zhen was surprised by Duduo like this, he still took the time to continue talking to him with great interest.

"Of course I believe it," Duduo replied.

"Oh?" Yang Zhen continued to cooperate.

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in dreams, like dew or lightning. They stay for a moment and deceive ordinary people. You and I are like this, and everyone in the world is like this. All the prosperity of the world is all false and false. Life is not necessarily good, and death is not necessarily evil.

. Therefore, killing people means saving people, and killing sentient beings means saving sentient beings."

Duduo was immersed in his own world, as if he was talking to Yang Zhen or mumbling to himself.

Seeing that Duduo's views on life and death were like this, Yang Zhen had nothing more to say to him.

He looked at Duduo, was silent for a moment, and said to Duduo: "I don't believe in the Buddhism you talk about. But as long as you don't seek death, I can treat you with courtesy. Since you have seen through life and death,

, why should we hold on to those victories, defeats, honors and disgrace and keep them in our hearts?”

After hearing this, Duduo was stunned for a moment, and then said as if he had realized something: "That's right. Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, has no worries in the heart. Because there are no worries, there is no fear, and he stays away from upside-down dreams.

Ultimate nirvana.”

Duduo muttered to himself, forgetting himself for a moment, just repeating these words over and over again, as if chanting a mantra, as if repeating these words continuously could stop or alleviate the pain in his body.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhen knew that he might not get anything useful from his mouth, and he couldn't kill him immediately, so he turned around and left.

The upper-class Manchu Tatars believe in Buddhism, especially the Tibetan Yellow Sect.

Yang Zhen originally thought that they were doing this just to win over the Mongolian tribes, but he didn't expect that there were actually obsessed people among them.

Duduo, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, was severely hit by this defeat and turned to seek comfort from Buddhist scriptures. For Yang Zhen, it was not a bad thing.

Of course Duduo, the Tenth Prince of the Manchu Tatars, was guilty of heinous crimes, but Yang Zhen would not kill him personally, at least he would not lynch him in this cabin.

Since he fell into Yang Zhen's hands, his end was destined to be death.

The only question is how he should die, and this question will be decided by Emperor Chongzhen.

But before Emperor Chongzhen made his decision, Duduo could not die, at least he had to be alive.

This is Yang Zhen's only hope for Duduo.
Chapter completed!