In Yijin Alley, after the three major members of Fuzhou City arrived, the first thing was not to attack, but to crack the board.

At the edge of the alley, the governor of Queron pressed the king's garrison and the spearmen on a bench, and each of them struck twenty sticks, and the two screamed and screamed.

Of course, they were not bad, more than a dozen pacesetters and two bannermen were pushed to the middle of the road and beheaded on the spot.

However, the pacesetters of Fubiao were beheaded according to the escape of the battle, and the two bannermen were beheaded because of the poor guards, which led to the death of the main general.

Seeing that the Qing soldiers were killing their own people, and the governors of Fujian and Zhejiang, the governors of Fujian and other officials were also there, the six people behind the prisoner car glanced at each other, and Chen Daozai arched his hand at Lin Fengji.

"I don't know Mr.'s real name yet, let's give each other a name, and when we get to Huangquan Road, we can take care of it!"

Lin Fengji took a deep breath, just now he was frightened by the tragic fight, and he also thought about whether he didn't have to die, but this will, he finally doesn't have to choose, because fate has helped him make a choice, there are a thousand green battalion soldiers outside, and there will be no more chance to live.

After thinking about this, Lin Fengji's mood finally stabilized, and he arched his hand at Chen Daozai.

"In the lower marquis Lin Fengji!"

"Tong'an Chen Daozai!

Fuqing Zhao rat boy!

Lianjiang Huang Wu!

Circumference to the family four!

Hui'an Zhu Qi! ”

The six of them exchanged their names in turn, and Chen Daozai suddenly seemed to remember something, he took out a white silk from his chest and handed it to Lin Fengji, with a few lines of cinnabar written on the silk cloth.

"Mr. Lin, someone asked me to hand it over to you!"

Lin Fengji took it with some surprise, who would give himself this through a Hongmen dead man? He slowly opened it, and it turned out to be a poem!

Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, and the wind and rain are like a dark homeland.

Sending cold stars to Quan without noticing, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.

Lin Fengji's eyes were covered with a faint mist, and he recognized who wrote the words on the silk cloth, except for His Royal Highness King Ming, no one could write such a twisted feeling of writing with a brush.

Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, Lin Fengji doesn't understand it very well, thinking that it should be because his knowledge is not enough, but he understands the last three sentences.

Wind and rain like a dark hometown, His Royal Highness King Ming is showing his heart, he loves the devastated hometown of the country.

The cold star is not noticed, it should be written to him, the king of Ming is far away, and he can only entrust the respect in his heart to himself through the cold star in the sky.

I recommended Xuanyuan with my blood, which is the reason why King Ming called him a comrade, he knew that he wanted to recommend Xuanyuan with blood, in exchange for the resistance of others.

Lin Fengji cherished this white juan cloth close to his body, and then knelt down and bowed three times to the south, some such poems and biography of his life are enough!

When Lin Fengji finished worshipping, Chen Daozai and the others bent down at Lin Fengji, and walked out with a flintlock pistol.

The Qing army on the opposite side discharged a relatively neat horizontal row, there were hundreds of shotguns alone, their flintlock pistols and a prisoner car could not be defended, the last moment had come, but today so many green battalion soldiers have been pulled back, enough for this!

"Bang!" Zhu Qi, who was already as pale as a white cloth, pulled the trigger, and a green battalion soldier fell down without screaming!

However, dozens of shotguns on the opposite side also fired, and more than a dozen lead bullets hit Zhu Qi at the same time, but there was not much blood on Zhu Qi's body, and his blood was almost dry.

"Yikes!" Zhao Ratzai, whose arm was twisted unnaturally, screamed wildly, he couldn't shoot a gun, and he couldn't hold a knife, so he simply howled and rushed forward!

This tall and thin man was born as a fisherman from Haitan Island in Fuqing, had practiced martial arts, and took the initiative to recruit this mortal job in order to find a way to live for his son who had tuberculosis.

The firelight flashed, and in the smoke, Zhao Rat Zai seemed to see a fat and tall young man, who looked a bit like his son, who was suffering from tuberculosis and was only about twenty pounds at the age of six.

is so chubby, he must be able to grow up by eating meat every day, and he should be cured if he thinks about tuberculosis, Zhao Rat Zai thought.

The young man who resembled his son was dressed in satin, followed by a maid servant, and was bowing to a tablet, which was filled with smoke, and it was vaguely written on the tablet that the family was strict and Zhao was the same as the old man.

Zhao Tong is the name of Zhao Ratboy, but no one has ever called him that, it is all called by Ratboy and Ratboy.

A hot buckshot hit Zhao Rat Boy's chest, and he didn't feel much pain, but felt warm on his body.

"It's worth it! It's worth it! He muttered to himself twice, and fell down with a pop.

When Zhao Ratzai fell, Huang Wu was no longer good, this short and stout man, with seven or eight arrows stuck in his body like a hedgehog, which was shot by Hadang's Goshha on the second floor!

Chen Daozai hid behind a pillar and kept breathing deeply, although he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if he was about to pee, but Chen Daozai knew what he should do.

He still had three picric acid bombs in his hand, and the lead and gunpowder on his body had run out, and these three picric acid bombs were the only means he had left to kill the enemy.

Bang! Bang! Shoot buckshots, hitting the pillar where Chen Daozai was hiding sawdust flying wildly, and the governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, Kui Lun, had a black face like the bottom of the pot.

Youmad only have three thieves left, and he doesn't dare to step forward, so he shoots in the distance, is this like a word?

Besides, the smoke produced by this gunpowder is so big, if the thief takes the opportunity to escape, who is responsible?

Kui Lun didn't speak, but Goshha beside him already understood what he meant, and with a wave of Goshha's hand, the shotgunners who supervised the standard stopped firing their guns, and then a group of seven or eight people cautiously approached Chen Daozai.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Three explosions sounded, and five or six supervising soldiers and Chen Daozai were gone, and they couldn't tell who was who, and the stumps and broken arms were intertwined.

Seeing that the four people in front of them had all been sacrificed, the four members of the Tan family were very calm, and this kind of life and death parting was being staged at any time in them, the untouchable people in East Asia.

Speaking of him, he and Huang Laosi, the Mingdehou of Jiaozhi, still have some roundabout kinship, Huang Laosi's ancestor is the Tan family near Kinmen, he is the Tan family of Weitou, and they are not far apart.

Therefore, the fourth member of the Tan family is extremely envious of Huang Laosi, a member of the Tan family who does not even deserve a surname in the eyes of outsiders, can become the first fierce general under the command of King Ming and the second position of Jiaozhi Xungui!

In the eyes of Tan Jiasi, this is a person, compared to it, he can only be regarded as a fish, shrimp and crab in the water.

However, the Tan family showed a hint of a smile, and their parents and children finally don't have to make fish, shrimp and crabs anymore!

He remembered the wife who gave birth to a pair of children for her, but after her death, she couldn't even get a cemetery, and could only use a few logs to tie them into a raft and bury them in water.

"Yu Niang, you wait for me, this time I will reincarnate better, cast into a Jiaozhi old man's house, and then the eight sedan chairs will come to marry you!"

Facing the countless Qing soldiers who came around, the Tan family slowly took off their bloodstained shirts, and then played a trick with a waist knife in one hand, and stood still.

"The four families are here, who dares to take the good head?"

"Your mother's thief!" A quiren Goshha leader yelled at the shotgunner, who was about to shoot the four of the Tan, and then he rushed out with a long knife.

"Zhenghuang Qi Master Wang Jia. Changsheng, come and get your dog's head! ”

The long knife slashed diagonally from left to right, and as soon as the four of the Tan family retreated lightly, Changsheng split into the air, and he just wanted to close the knife and split again.

Tan Jiasi didn't give him a chance at all, the knife in his left hand cut at Changsheng's thigh, and the knife in his right hand stabbed Changsheng in the chest.

I didn't expect the Tan family to come to the knife so quickly, and there was no way to win it, so I could only fight to get a knife in the thigh, and the knife block the knife block the knife that the Tan family four stabbed him in the heart.

With a terrible scream, the blood on Changsheng's thigh flashed, and the four Tanjia roared angrily, took a step forward, and inserted the double knife into Changsheng's chest again!

Bang! Bang! The gun went off, and a few bits of blood appeared on the four bodies of the Tan family, and he hesitated, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"You! No way! The four Tan families, whose eyes began to drift, showed a sneer on their faces, and fell straight down.

Changsheng only felt a tingling all over his body, if the few gunners behind him hadn't fired, he would definitely have confessed!

He wanted to open his mouth to say a few hard words, but he found that he couldn't open his mouth, not only could he not open his mouth, but he couldn't even move his hands and feet, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and at the same time, there was a warm feeling in his crotch!