Hong Chengchou's mood was very relaxed at this time.

Not even a hint of joy.

In his opinion, this victory was predictable and deserved.

There is nothing possibly to show off.

It's like an elephant trampling an ant to death, and it should be.

Even he had a little appreciation for the chief general of the Ming army, the little-known Wu Zheng.

The winner's appreciation of the loser.

It's like a cat's appreciation for the dying little mouse under its paws, it's so cute, it's so tenacious, it's so interesting! But to no avail!

After hearing that there was a Wu dispute in Shaoxing Mansion, three battles and three victories, and even Prince Yu Duoduo suffered a big loss under his men, Hong Chengchou was a little moved at that time, and even vigilant.

But when he heard that Wu Zheng was only eighteen years old, Hong Chengchou was relieved.

In Hong Chengchou's view, talent needs time to accumulate, just like himself, it is also through the accumulation of experience that he has today's achievements, and any innate is unreliable.

Talent is a thing that the benevolent see and the wise see the wise.

Only by accumulating experience and experience can it be truly reliable.

And Duoduo is probably careless and arrogant, so he accidentally fell into Wu Zheng's way.

Even if Duoduo was an opponent in Hong Chengchou's eyes, it did not prevent him from admiring Duoduo's ability.

Hong Chengchou is distracted, he is qualified to be distracted.

Because, at most, in an hour, before it gets dark, the Qing army will be able to defeat this Ming army.

Hong Chengchou hoped that Wu Zheng could escape.

He even swore in his heart that he would never send an army in pursuit.

It's not that he suddenly has mercy, it's because Hong Chengchou has a wish in his heart, he hopes that the remnant Ming will not perish too quickly, give him a little more time, he needs enough merit to go to the court in Shuntian Mansion to stand more firmly.

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Wu Zheng's ears kept ringing the wails of the Ming soldiers.

Every wail signifies the end of a life.

In this flesh mill, no one can survive if they are wounded and fall to the ground.

Even if you are lucky and don't get mended by the enemy, you will be trampled to death by the feet of the enemy.

It is conceivable that nearly 50,000 or 60,000 people on both sides crowded the streets of the southern third of the city to fight.

Every time the knife is swung, it will not miss, or you can hear a light and brittle metal sound, which is blocked, or it is a dull sound of "poof", which is the sound of a knife entering the human body.

In the densest places, soldiers on both sides could not even swing their knives, because with each swing, it was their own people who were injured first.

The soldier had no choice but to compromise and stab him forward from the waist with a knife.

You don't need to exert force, just aim in the direction and the crowd behind you will drive you forward.

And often, while stabbing the other party, the other party also stabs you.

Then they both fell and died.

Before consciousness disappears, both parties can even see each other's faces clearly, deeply imprinted in the widening pupils.

War is so cruel.

Cruel enough to turn himself into a beast, desperately killing each other and killing more people without a trace of guilt in his heart.

Wu Zheng is also killing people, he is a good hand at killing.

Although he is not as fast as Chi Erhan's knife, he is not as accurate as Song An's archery.

But Wu Zheng is more flexible than Chi Erhan and more powerful than Song An.

This comparison is a bit of a scoundrel, like comparing with a monk who has more hair.

But if these two points are combined in one person, you can imagine some of Wu Zheng's skills.

In half an hour, no less than seventeen people died at the hands of this boy. Qian Sudian, who had been following and covering Wu Zheng's right wing, silently counted for Wu Zheng.

It's not that Wu Zheng needs this military feat, and it's not that Qian Sudian is full of food.

It was Qian Sudian who was really attracted by Wu Zheng's knife technique of killing people.

Wu Zheng's knife is as if it is specially practiced for killing.

Fast, accurate, and with a hint of weirdness.

In this crowded scene, Wu Zheng's long knife was still wielding like a cloud.

Qian Sudian believed that if the place was larger and more spacious, the number of people killed by Wu Zheng would be fifty percent more.

At this moment, in addition to admiration, Qian Sudian also had some ...... in his heart Pity.

It's a pity, such a person...... You shouldn't just die.

But God will not heed the begging of the weak.

It can't hear and doesn't want to hear.

At this moment, all the Ming troops, including Wu Zheng and others, were weak.

The people and horses who broke through on the five roads, only the westernmost Qian Qiaogong department and the middle Xia Wanchun department could hold on, which was the way that Wu Zheng reinforced, and the other three roads were already powerless, and gradually retreated.

This is the harbinger of the collapse of the whole army.

Any retreat along the way will make those who have no retreat fall into a siege, let alone three roads.

Xia Wanchun, who was covered in blood, roared as hard as he could: "Lord Wu...... Wu Zheng, retreat! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, don't send them to death...... Yes! ”

At the moment of distraction, Xia Wanchun's left arm was pierced, and while Xia Wanchun made an "ah" sound, he stabbed through the other party's stomach with all his might, and then kicked the other party over, forcing the tip of the knife to come out, making Xia Wanchun "ah" again.

Wu Zheng rushed towards Xia Wanchun, and the guards around him used their bodies to block the knives stabbed from both sides for Wu Zheng.

Shengsheng squeezed close to Xia Wanchun, Wu Zheng leaned his back against Xia Wanchun, panting and said, "I'm really sorry, you should have been able to live for another year." ”

Xia Wanchun was disturbed by the pain in his left arm, and he couldn't understand what Wu Zheng was saying, so he said loudly: "What are you talking about...... Wu Zheng, you're a fool, now it's okay, no one can get out. ”

The two couldn't see each other's faces or hear what each other was saying.

You can feel the other party's smile from the shaking back.

Laughter is a good remedy for pain and the best tool for adjustment, which can make people forget their fear and anxiety in a short period of time, so that they can have more strength and speed to swing the knife.

Wield a knife just to kill!

Qian Sudian couldn't squeeze in, he could only watch his nephew and prospective niece and son-in-law fall into a siege.

He was swinging a knife like crazy, killing people.

At this time, as long as any Ming soldier who participated in the battle, he knew that defeat was certain.

They don't want to retreat, they don't want to retreat, they don't dare to retreat.

In a crowded environment, whoever retreats will definitely die.

Since retreating is death, it is better to resist and live a little longer.

It was in this state of mind that the Wulu Ming Army did not collapse all the way, although it was retreating, it was still persistent.

Hong Chengchou never imagined that a duck that had already been cooked would fly!

It's starting to get dark.

The defeat of the Ming army has been revealed.

To Hong Chengchou's surprise, the young general of the Ming army did not flee, but rushed in to die.

This made Hong Chengchou appreciate Wu Zheng a little more.

It's not about the position, it's about humanity.

Well, people appreciate stupid people, and no one likes people who are too smart.

Because people who are dumber than themselves do not pose a threat to themselves, but those who are smarter than themselves will instinctively become wary.