Liu Qing finally said to Song Dagui: "Dagui. "The little ones are here." Hearing Liu Qing's words, Song Dagui immediately said. Liu Qing sighed softly and said, "If I wait for a while, I will trouble you to bring a letter to Zheng Shinian, so that they can leave Maishan quickly." ”

Hearing this, Song Dagui was a little choked up and said: "How can the master fail, Dagui is still waiting for the master's wealth, and the villain will not leave." Hearing this, Liu Qing couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only give up.

In fact, this is not surprising, it is human nature to rely on the strong, and Liu Qing's performance over the past few days has proved that he is a strong man. Rightfully attached to people.

And Song Dagui is even more so, the officers and soldiers can't go back, everyone knows that he is also one of the key criminals of the ten cavalry raiding the city, all his hopes are pressed on Liu Qing's body, the ridiculous house slave agreement is ridiculous in Liu Qing's eyes, but in the eyes of people in this era, it is serious and sacred, full of a master-servant relationship.

Seeing Song Dagui's appearance, Liu Qing stopped mentioning this matter, he lifted the knife in his hand and began to pay close attention to the battle ahead. And Chen Lao Wu and they had already rushed to the front of the big array.

On the side of Jingying, the general surnamed Hong saw that there were still people rushing over, smiled cruelly, and made a gesture to the fire gun, and after the fire gun players over there saw it, they immediately turned the direction and launched at Chen Lao Wu. Instantaneous blood flowers erupted in Chen Lao Wu's array.

However, Chen Lao Wu was also really brave, he took off the armor on his body, and scolded: "Damn, grandpa's chest is here, there is a kind of fighting, rabbit cubs, follow me and rush up." "Chen Lao Wu's team of people, most of them are recruited hooligans and scoundrels from Huaiqing Mansion City, and they are also a group of good people on weekdays, but the mixed people all have their principles.

It is also the most admired hero. There is even a trace of blood that the good people do not have, so they saw Chen Lao Wu rushing forward, and the chaotic formation did not change without any change, and followed Chen Lao Wu into the big formation of the Beijing camp.

The night of fighting continued.

Chen Lao Wu led his subordinates to rush into the large array of the Beijing camp, waved his weapons, and killed them in the direction where the firecrackers were, all their efforts were in front.

When the general surnamed Hong saw this scene, he was also shocked, and he shouted: "Stop them." "It turns out that there is no obstacle in front of the musketeers, and now the second launch of the musketeers is not ready.

In this way, Chen Lao Wu took his subordinates and pounced straight over.

Looking at the soldiers of the Dingying Battalion with hideous faces, the Beijing Camp Gunners inevitably had a trace of panic, and next to them, there were only more than 20 officers and soldiers protecting them.

In fact, this is also understandable, although the development of the fire gun is very skillful, but these officers and soldiers of the Great Jing Dynasty do not like to use such weapons very much, more often, they use the fire gun as a special weapon, just used to deter and as a defensive weapon, there are dozens of fire guns under the command of each Qian.

More often than not, they still believe in the knife in their hands, in the bow and arrow, and in the armor on their bodies.

Therefore, the protection of the firecrackers is not so tight, and the firecrackers have not formed the three-stage strikes, five-stage strikes, etc., let alone the Spanish phalanx.

But at this moment, when he saw the power of the firecracker, this Hong surnamed general always knew the meaning of this weapon for them at this moment, although they were well-trained to beat these thieves, but the other party was better than the number of people, taking advantage of the prepared, the people on his side, many soldiers, were not fully armored, this was the early winter, just now he had seen a lot of soldiers were already trembling.

You can only make a quick decision, not delay, otherwise the cold will freeze people.

However, all this needs to rely on the huge deterrent power of the firecracker.

Unknown weapons always make people feel frightened, especially this kind of weapon has a great psychological shock to the soldiers in the Dingzhu camp, but now I see that Chen Laowu's team has actually suffered the first attack of the firecrackers, and they still kill those firecrackers regardless of life or death.

Don't these people know that even if they kill the firecrackers, they will definitely not survive under the encirclement of the Jingying army? When did these lowly thieves turn out to be so brave, this general surnamed Hong was always thinking about the problem.

He woke up suddenly, knowing that this was not the time to think about this problem, he shouted, and with the guards around him, he hurriedly rushed to the direction where the firecracker was.

At this moment, the firecrackers were launched again, and at such a close distance, the brilliant fireworks once again brought the bloodthirsty light, and the soldiers of the camp accepted this baptism with screams and despair.

Chen Lao Wu, at this time, he suddenly felt that his left arm had a violent tremor, followed by boundless pain, he looked down, it turned out that his left arm was broken alive, blood was gushing out, he could hardly endure such pain, at this time, a bright knife light suddenly shook his eyes, he looked up.

In front of him was a soldier, so immature, but with a murderous gaze all over his body.

A young soldier, did you know that your age shouldn't be here?

In that case, let me send you into the underworld.

Chen Lao Wu, that pale face, like a ghost, as if a ghost and god had descended, the blood all over his body was woven into his clothes at the moment, the bloody clothes and blood scene, as if with a trace of indifference, he used the right hand he only had in this life to resist the afterlife.

The blades intersected, but the young officers and soldiers could no longer hold the blades in their hands, and the man in front of him, his strength was so great.

Pain, how did I see my body, the last thought of the young officer and soldier disappeared in the mind, he suddenly thought of the pile of wheat fields in his childhood, he was tired, and the young body suddenly lost its vitality.

Chen Lao Wu, finishing off the soldiers in front of him, roared proudly, he was venting his pain, he was roaring at the enemy?

Kill, a final note resounded in his mouth, and the gang, who had been terrified, saw him, a man with a broken arm.

The blood in my heart, I don't know how, ignited again, the distant road has been sealed by people, and the wealth of this life can only move forward.

Kill!

Mr. Hong has come to this place at this time, the young soldier just now is his personal guard, his eyes scanned the headless corpse, that is a personal guard, he knows him, that is a child who has been a soldier since childhood, that is a soldier who no longer knows how many people he has killed, he is called Da Dud.

Mr. Hong took a deep breath and saw the homeless man with a broken arm, it was Chen Lao Wu, who had already rushed towards him at this moment.

Kill, the same colloquial words shouted out of the mouth of the red general.

Impact, draw the knife, cut off the head.

The same action, the same killing, the same blood.

Chen Lao Wu already felt a blur for a while at this moment, but it was a spirit supporting him, and he was moving forward.

The firecrackers had already fired a third shot, and although there was a robe in front of them, the chaos made them afraid to fire again.

However, all this cannot change Chen Lao Wu's situation.

He's desperate, he's killing, he's surrounded by enemies, his left and right robes aren't many, just a hundred people, and now there are only thirty left.

How many men, how many blood, sprinkled all over the long street.

His eyes were blurring, his spirit was tenacious, at this moment, he was so tall, the once lowered head, it was so arrogant, for the first time, he suddenly felt that he was a scoundrel, and he could be so proud.

He looked at his knife lightly and struck the enemy again.

In the distance, it was his general, watching him.

Liu Qing is also very anxious at the moment, his subordinates, his robes, his brothers, are deeply trapped in the enemy camp, and his cold heart is still cold, but the hot-blooded people are already in the blood.

Kill, he was the first to rush forward, the distant fire gun had lost its sound, there was no way to retreat, and death was behind it.

Wang Heng, the deep guard is on Liu Qing's left and right, he is also shouting, the long knife, for his general to resist the blade in front, his duty is to guard, he is the general's cronies.

Song Dagui, he cowered, but, for some reason, the bottom of his heart suddenly burst out with long-lost blood, just like the first time he put on the general flag costume, he was so excited and happy.

Crying, maybe humility is not what he wants, but he has been powerless to change.

Behind, follow, the old brother of the ten horsemen attacking the city, behind, follow, Qian Xing, the former guard officer, behind, follow, Golden Wing, this ferocious thief, followed by, Zheng Yiling, this old-hearted man.

Only Du Chenggeng was a little at a loss, just with his empty hands, he followed behind their crowd blankly.

Also, and there's the group of soldiers, scene after scene, who have lost everything.

Rushing and killing, converging into a river of ice, in this cold early winter, in the dry air, there is not too much tone, thousands of words, condensed into a big killing word in it.

Boom, it was the sound of an explosion, but it was a firecracker's firebolt that suddenly exploded at this moment, the shattered iron filings made him a flesh-and-blood man, and he rolled on the ground in pain, making the other firecrackers stop shooting.

The officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp suddenly felt the pressure in front of them, but in the same way, they did not retreat, in the past few days, they have suffered too much humiliation, and their proud hearts, the glory of the Taizu era, swelled in their blood.

In that case, then let's fight, men on both sides, finally in this gloomy street, gorgeously collided, or survived, or destroyed, that's all.

Bump, ram, kill.

The mist of blood like a flower blooms in the air, this is the beating spirit, this is the passing of the soul.

Liu Qing's eyes were red, his whole body seemed to be bathed in firelight, and the shouts of General Nachi lingered in the air for a long time, as if a magical power was injected into his body.

With knives in both hands, he aimed at the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp in front of him and killed.

It was an unclothed man, in the cold of winter, but still sweating, the same hope, the same fear, the same longing.

The so-called human life is so despicable at this moment.

Behold, the bloodthirsty beasts, rippling in the air, and the bulls and horses in the underworld, watching all this with excitement, reaping the life, and throwing themselves into the abyss.

Behold, O madmen, are the most terrible, they are striking, like the most furious devils, and the blades of their hands are as bright as snow, and like snowflakes, and like snow, and they are killing and crying out innumerable.

A soldier of the camp, he held this spear, stared ahead, he stabbed a blow, the sharp spear, pierced the flesh, pierced the heart, pierced all the world, he trembled, it was fear, it was excitement, once upon a time, these so-called officers and soldiers were his nightmares.

Then, behind, behind the officer and soldier, a figure suddenly flashed, and he didn't know what he was shouting, he drew his long knife, cut off the spear, and hugged it tightly, the robe that was about to die immediately, this was his brother, and his eyes shone with the flame of revenge.

your reasoning, go to your humanity, go to your rules.

Everything here is based on that sharp edge.

The officers and soldiers rushed towards the soldier of the camp in front of him, he wanted to kill him, every step he took, under his feet, the blood was splashing, why, because he wanted to kill the people in front of him.

However, a dark shadow stopped him, and he roared, fighting back with all his strength, but the next moment, he saw his headless body with his own eyes.

Wang Heng looked at the dead officer and soldier in front of him, this man was really angry, he turned his head, looked at the frightened soldier of the camp, and said, "You kid, yes, you killed one person so quickly." ”

The soldier of the Dingzhu battalion reacted "hehe" and smiled, with a simple smile, making people unable to believe that this was the person who killed people just now, but the next moment, he moved his spear again.

One person fell in response, and an officer and soldier died behind Wang Heng. But just now, some officers and soldiers wanted to sneak attack Wang Heng, and they were stabbed by this young man.

The voice rang out, "Good boy! Yours is the real thing. Wang Heng was overjoyed when he saw this, stepped forward and patted the soldier, and said, "My old king owes you a life, boy, what is your name?" The soldier, obviously hurt by the slap, said, "My name is Han Qiyu." ”

"Haha." Wang Heng laughed twice, then carried a knife into the crowd of the Beijing camp, and said while killing: "Boy, if you and I can survive this battle, you can come to my side." After speaking, Wang Heng had disappeared from the crowd.

This young soldier named Han Qiyu also tightly held the spear in his hand, and with that figure, he entered this flesh and blood battlefield. Here, there is no sympathy or sadness.