On the hillside, in the shade of the trees, the archers of the Ming army are like ghosts from time to time to release cold arrows, there are a large number of artillery positions of the Ming army on the two mountains, the cannonballs are always blooming and exploding in the camp of the Qing army, the people and horses of Nikan fly up or fall down from time to time, and the people who lie on the ground are all former warriors, but the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry still allows the roaring artillery fire and insists on fighting in the rain of flying locusts.

There was no swaying grass on the earth, and the battlefield with storms and smoke was full of swords and swords; There were no white clouds in the sky, and the arrows flying on both sides were like a huge net, enveloping the prey, the fisherman, and the turbulent river.

On the battlefield on the west bank of the Zijiang River, Tianlang was full of evil energy, and the four hooves of the war horse under his crotch roared, and he stared at the blood-red eyes and led the Jinyi guard beside him, and the power was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, once he met the enemy, blood splashed seven steps.

The anxiety in his heart about He Tengjiao's sacrifice and the safety of the Ming people and their families behind him was released at this moment, and they all turned into anger and harvested the blood of the enemy.

The emperor was angry, the head was rolling, there was the emperor's first soldier, and the soldiers under his command were really competing for the lead, and everyone dared to die.

In the chaos of the army, Tianlang's mace didn't know how many times he swung it, how many enemies he killed, Tianlang didn't rush out far, he was already covered in blood, this blood has enemies, and there are his own.

The blood-stained robe was glued to his body, and the bloody and murderous aura of his body added a bit of brilliance to him, and there were more and more victims under the mace.

Compared to the battlefield on the east bank of the Zijiang River, where there are two churning dragons at the same time, the west bank is still too quiet. Just look at the two dragons sometimes sweeping, sometimes assaulting, sometimes stopping, sometimes rising, but they have never been quiet.

The innermost dragon was just leaping outward, and it seemed that it was about to get rid of this starry and moonlit battlefield, but for some reason, he circled vigorously and turned back.

Maybe he noticed that the other dragon was biting at him behind him, and Nikan didn't like that feeling? Maybe he didn't want to give up his other comrades on the battlefield? That's why he turned around and collided head-on with the dragon that was about to bite him.

It was Nikan and his guards who turned around and bumped into him, followed by Li Dingguo and his entourage. These two teams of men and horses were like two giant dragons, surrounded by the scorching sun and lined up with the river, and they fought in one place, so that mortals had to give up their breath and applaud on the side.

Li Dingguo and Nikan finally found each other, the horse's head hedged, but they didn't give in, and all they needed was to let their spear head stab each other's chest.

"Wicked thief, you will die!"

"Hahaha, Li Dingguo, the runaway general, today this king will knock you off the horse! Look at the moves! ”

No one cared to dodge each other's guns, their hideous eyes only had each other's flesh and blood, as if their lives could not exist, but the other party had to disappear.

However, the two horses sympathized with each other, and when they ran to face each other, they both said, "Why don't you bump into each other when they hit them?" Then they came to a consensus and passed by.

But Li Dingguo and Nikan had already grasped the blades stabbed by each other at this time, and in an instant, the tips of their guns braked sharply on their chests. But the horses had already run away, and the two horses were freeing themselves in the opposite direction, and neither of them gave in. The two horses tried their best to fight each other, and the two horses tried their best to milk the cows, but they could not milk them, because they suddenly realized that they were only stallions.

But even the two strong stallions were pulled back by the two on horseback, the two horses could not move forward, both raised their front hooves and kicked into the air, but the hind hooves frequently retreated, and then the two on horseback had already turned the tiger hairpin golden gun and the golden halberd in their hands into an arc under the competition. This contest has made the two of them blushing and holding back their strength, and in the end, their faces are purple, but neither of them will say a word.

The blades in the hands of the two could no longer withstand the force, and they broke away from their hands almost at the same time.

The two endured the scorching heat of the palms, grabbed their weapons in the air and fought again!

The two horses are coiled, side by side in the stirrups, their respective personal soldiers also catch and fight together, Li Dingguo's chiseled golden gun is ever-changing, Nikan's golden halberd is sharp, and the two fought fiercely for more than 30 times without winning or losing.

You come and go, you go and I go, the sound of guns and halberds breaking the wind stirs up bursts of flying sand and stones.

After more than 20 years, the two were finally dispersed by the crowd of scuffles, and their eyes were still fighting in the air!

Li Dingguo glared at Nikan coldly and finally glared at Nikan, and then began to take the Qing soldiers around him to be angry, and the tiger head chiseled the golden gun one by one, and how many people died tragically under his gun before they could even wail.

Nikan only smiled faintly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but he also brandished a golden halberd and poked at the surrounding Ming troops like a vent.

In this way, the fierce battle for a long time, the people who died in the hands of the main generals on both sides can no longer be counted, and there are more and more corpses on the battlefield, the first to resist is the Qing army on the west bank of the Zijiang River, and the Qing army that crossed the river is less than half, and the enemy they face is led by the Ming Emperor, and the Shizhu Army is the most well-equipped and the most exquisite army in the Ming army.

The valley was raised, and Tianlang, Qin Gongming, and Hao Yongzhong trampled on the corpses of the enemy and continued to advance. The dead and wounded pillow refers to the corpses that have accumulated in the valley, and the blood is drifting, which is the floating corpses looming on the surface of the Zijiang River.

A few hours later, facing the stubborn Qing army that was finally cowering in a corner, Tianlang's eyes were cold, he raised his arrogant eyebrows, wiped the blood on his face casually, and suddenly smiled, it was chilling, very much like a weasel standing and giving a treacherous smile to people, even Hao Yongzhong and Qin Gongming around him couldn't guess his thoughts from the Nine Heavens.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive! The mace suddenly pointed at the last enemy, and Hao Yongzhong immediately rushed out first, "Grandma's, just wait for this day!" Kill me! ”

Qin Gongming breathed calmly and commanded the Shizhu Army to slowly surround the last remnants of the enemy.

At this time, someone reminded Tianlang that he had been hit by an arrow in the leg, but Tianlang smiled and didn't care at all, and Wuzi also shouted to the soldiers around him: "Brothers! Almost all the Qing troops in Huguang are here, kill them all, and there will be no more Qing soldiers in the whole province of Huguang! ”

With a loud roar from the waves, the warriors shouted: "Kill! Kill! "The enemy was charged again and again, and the space of the Qing army became narrower and narrower, and the soldiers in the rear had even been forced into the Zijiang River, they were tired of parrying, and gradually retreated, but the river became deeper and deeper, and many soldiers lost their balance, and drowned in the choppy river with a single breath.