Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 513 Beile Abatai, Death

Before he could listen carefully, the ground beneath Abatai's feet suddenly went numb, and the muddy ground vanished into thin air.

At the same time, he felt a hand reach out from below and grab his ankle.

A force came, and he was pulled so suddenly!

Abatai didn't even have time to shout, nor could he even instinctively try to grab the soil beside him before he was dragged into the cave entrance.

Those guards were elite soldiers, and they reacted immediately, rushing over to try and pull Abatai away.

But they were a step too slow. From disappearing from the ground to Abatai falling into the cave, it was only a blink of an eye. Moreover, being caught off guard is nothing compared to being premeditated.

Several guards rushed to the ground and reached out to grab it, but they only managed to grab empty air.

Abatai is gone.

Even more strangely, the hole that had just appeared also disappeared, and the ground returned to its flat state, without even a crack.

The very next second after Abatai disappeared, the "Prince" on the other side also encountered the same situation.

This completely threw the camp into chaos.

"Where is the Prince? He disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

"He fell in! A hole suddenly appeared, and after the prince fell into it, the hole disappeared."

"An assassin!" the guard exclaimed in sudden realization.

"I was just saying how they sneaked in; it turns out they came in through an underground route."

"Quick! Get a shovel!"

"What are you all standing there for? Don't you want to live? Grab something and dig! Dig this land up!"

"Even if you have to search every five or even ten feet below, you must rescue the Prince!"

A group of guards drew their long swords from their waists and used the scabbards to stab into the mud.

Those without knives frantically dug at the soil with their bare hands.

They were all exhausted and covered in sweat, with dirt flying everywhere. Some were so anxious that their fingernails were peeling off, but they still dared not stop.

All the places that everyone was digging were concentrated in the area where Abatai had just been.

As for the unfortunate guy in the middle, if Abatai hadn't fallen, these people would definitely have tried to rescue him to make the performance more convincing. But since he's already been exposed, there's no need to rescue him at all, and no one really cares about him.

Bai Li observed the ground and found that these people had gathered with the ordinary soldiers and returned underground.

"You've arrested the right person!"

……

When Abate fell, he landed on his back with a muffled groan. His internal organs felt like they had been turned inside out, and he was in excruciating pain all over his body, unable to move at all.

Before he could even cry out in pain, the only light above his head vanished without a trace, plunging him into darkness. The stench of earth filled his nostrils, accompanied by a chill.

At this moment, he was filled with remorse.

No wonder.

Despite the camp being heavily guarded, they still couldn't figure out where the assassins came from.

It turns out it was dug up from underground, bypassing everyone else!

But how exactly did they do it?

Could these Nikan really be able to burrow underground?

Despite the many doubts, these are not things that Abatai needs to worry about right now.

None of that matters anymore. What matters now is that he's going to die!

Spare me! I am a prince! I will give you whatever you want—gold, silver, grain, land, women! Just let me go, and I will give you whatever you desire!

What is this guy muttering to himself?

Dang Shousu confidently stated: "They're probably begging for mercy, otherwise they wouldn't be asking if we've eaten today."

Abatai heard the sound and then realized what was happening.

These Nikan people probably don't understand Manchu.

The thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. The Nikan language that he usually disdained to learn now became a wall between him and survival.

He opened his mouth, racking his brains to utter a few broken Chinese words: I will give money, and I will not kill the woman.

This was all he could think of that was available.

He felt some regret. Back when he was under the Great Khan's command, those Han Chinese scholars who had surrendered said they wanted to teach him to speak Chinese, but he waved them away.

At the time, he thought to himself, why should I learn that Nikan language? As long as the Jin cavalry tramples over, people will kneel down and learn Manchu.

Now he couldn't kneel down, and was curled up in a dark pit, and no one could understand any of his pleas for mercy.

"I'll pay you, woman, and I won't kill you."

The same sentence kept repeating itself at the bottom of the pit, but perhaps because he had said it so many times, his speech became faster and his pronunciation became much clearer.

The Nirvana soldiers clicked their tongues: "What a pity, all that digging of such a deep pit was for nothing."

"I was thinking that if those Jurchens reacted quickly and someone actually rushed in, they would be sent sprawling face-first into the dirt."

"Unexpectedly, one of them fell down."

They came stealthily to assassinate, without any protective gear. If they were to engage in close combat with the elite armored troops of the Later Jin, they would definitely be the ones at a disadvantage.

Dang Shousu took out an iron sword from his backpack: "I'll go down and finish him off before I come back up."

Bai Li stopped her, saying, "No need, just fill the hole."

He saw it clearly.

Abatai fell on his back, and although he did not die on the spot, the fall was extremely hard.

One of the arms was twisted at an abnormal angle, and the leg was also severely injured.

"He fell too hard. Even if we dig him out now, he won't last long. There's no need to take that risk," Bai Li said calmly.

Since Bai Li had already said that, Dang Shousu naturally wouldn't insist any further.

He nodded and said, "That's good. Along the way, the Jurchen generals we've encountered, especially those of higher status, have rarely treated the common people as human beings."

"They burned villages, looted grain, and killed people—they did it all. Letting them suffer a little before they die is a mercy to them."

Although Abate couldn't see anyone or understand what they were saying, he could sense that someone had dug down, and before he could even think about it, his head was covered by a layer of soil.

They're going to bury me alive!

Abatai stopped begging for mercy, his eyes red, and said, "Stop! I am Abatai, the Great King of Jin, the seventh son of the founding emperor. The current Khan is my own brother. If you dare to kill me, have you considered the consequences?!"

"Stop!"

"You Nikan, stop right there!"

"I am the Great Prince Jin, I am Abatai!"

"Damn it, you Nikans all deserve to die!"

"I, Ben Beile, will haunt you even in death!"

He started cursing wildly.

He started cursing the assassins, then the Ming army, and finally the entire Ming Dynasty.

He even cursed the personal guards who were protecting him in his heart.

As he continued cursing, his voice lowered.

His chest felt heavy, and he could only gasp for breath with his mouth wide open, but the more rapidly he breathed, the more uncomfortable his chest felt.

My mouth is getting drier and drier every second, and I want to drink water.

Abatai murmured something.

"It's cold, so cold."

Soon, the chill turned into a wave of heat.

Some scenes that he had long forgotten flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse.

Finally, he saw his half-brother, now the Great Khan, and then lost consciousness completely.

……

On the ground, the camp was in complete chaos.

"Keep digging!"

"The prince must be down there; we're about to dig him out."

Dozens of Later Jin soldiers took turns attacking.

The torches were changed again and again.