Whenever the sun sets, Zhu Tie will carry the Three Kingdoms series Guan Yu on his back, stand on the roof of Jinzhou City, and quietly look at this border city that once belonged to the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Tie, with his extraordinary talent and stubborn temperament, honed the rear-loading sniper rifle extremely exquisitely, in this Jinzhou city full of Jurchens and surrendered Han Chinese.

Zhu Tie completed one wonderful drama after another.

Jinzhou City, as the throat artery connecting inside and outside the Guan, guards the western Liaoning corridor, and its strategic location is extremely important, which has been repeatedly conquered by the Jurchen Tartars and gradually turned into a ruin.

The Jurchens were invincible in the Liaodong region, and the only one who could compete with them head-on was Guan Ning Tieqi.

However, since Huang Taiji established a heavy army, the first regular artillery unit in the world, the Guanning Iron Cavalry will not be dispatched unless it is absolutely necessary, because the casualties in the face of the heavy army are too great.

Fortunately, there are also Cao Wenzhao's troops, with high-quality rifled flintlock pistols, to pull back a little advantage, but it is very limited.

After all, the sergeant under Cao Wenzhao is a drop in the bucket for the entire Liaodong war situation.

The Jinzhou City of the Ming Dynasty has since become the Jinzhou City of the Jurchen Tartars.

In the face of the invincible Jurchen Tartars, Zhu Tie carried this primitive rear-loading sniper rifle, and often shuttled silently between the ruins of Jinzhou City, and began a slaughter of the Jurchen Tartars.

Just like the original Liaodong Massacre, which tortured and killed more than one million Ming people, and the Gyeonggi Massacre, which tortured and killed hundreds of thousands of Ming people.

Zhu Tie wants to use the rear-loading sniper rifle behind him to collect debts for the millions of unjust souls of the Ming Dynasty.

Da Ming's hatred for the Jurchen Tartars, there is no need to say more, it has long been engraved in the bone marrow and blood.

Carrying this rear-loading sniper rifle, Zhu Tie lurked on the roof, hiding behind the broken wall, hiding in the ruins, and became the terrifying yin spirit of the Jurchen Tartars.

Zhu Tie opened a manual in his pocket, this was a sniper training manual handed over to him by his eldest brother, although he could really memorize it backwards, he still had to take it out and study it carefully every day.

It is written in detail that snipers will conduct various extreme sniper training in different weather, temperature, day and night environments, and record them in detail on the shooting record card.

Understand the relationship between firearm performance and error, and constantly correct the muzzle angle until the distance is visually detected, and you can snipe immediately.

Closing the sniper manual, Zhu Tie checked the number of conical bullets, and finally cleaned the sniper rifle, and sneaked into the darkness on this cold and rainy night.

By the time Zhu Tie returned to the Jingbian pier where he lived, it was almost dawn, and the first commander and the rest of the guards were still asleep, not knowing that this wet young man had recorded a number in the sniper manual.

Ninety-nine.

Zhu Tie changed into a clean mandarin duck jacket and lay on the earthen kang covered with straw, his breathing gradually stabilized.

Early in the morning, Commander A and the other guards woke up, looked at Zhu Tie, who had not woken up, and several people glanced at each other and secretly took away the new firearm.

They hadn't been to Daxingbao for a few days to gamble, and this new firearm should be able to exchange a lot of money, and then they could gamble happily again.

After a few breaths, Zhu Tie suddenly woke up, looking at the rear-loading sniper rifle that disappeared around him, with his super psychological quality, he still panicked.

It was something that Big Brother had built with his own hands.

Zhu Tie quickly looked at the commander and several other soldiers who had been idle all day, and did not speak, just a plain look, but made the commander and the soldiers take a few steps back in fright.

The first commander and the soldiers couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, a soft egg who let him do whatever he wanted, what was there to be afraid of.

A Chang scolded inwardly: "Look at what, and then watch Lao Tzu beat you to death." ”

The other six or seven soldiers were also patting their waist knives, scaring Zhu Tie with a babble, and then asked him to pick out the dung from the pit out of the pier.

Zhu Tie didn't speak, stood up and walked to the thatched pit of the pier, and picked out the dung bucket with a flat pole.

The first commander and the soldiers looked at Zhu Tie as the bully softie, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous for their behavior of retreating just now.

A group of people got together again with great interest, and waited until tomorrow to go to Daxingbao to gamble money.

Zhu Tie finished picking up the dung bucket, as if nothing had happened, lay on the bed and continued to sleep.

Midnight.

When the commanders and soldiers in the pier were all asleep, one person suddenly opened his eyes.

Zhu Tie got up from his shabby little earthen kang, pulled out his waist knife, and walked to the warm kang on the opposite side covered with a layer of dogskin roe deer skin.

Standing in front of the big kang, he quietly looked at the commander and the seven soldiers.

Before Zhu Tie came over, his father told him that he must have a good relationship with the veterans in the dunzi, let him do whatever he wants, and be a good person, so that he will not be bullied.

But how could his way of being a tooth man be applied in the treacherous frontier.

On the contrary, the weaker he became, the more he was bullied, and even the only thought that his eldest brother gave him was stolen.

Zhu Tie suddenly laughed and grinned.

Hand up and knife down.

A knife cut off the head of the first chief, starting from the first chief, these veterans who had bullied him cut off one by one.

When he reached the sixth, Xu was blunt with his waist knife and failed to cut off the head of the veteran oil.

Zhu Tie grinded slowly, grinding the bones and tendons little by little.

In this silent night, anyone can bully the soft egg Zhu Tie, who raised his knife and killed eight veteran oils.

The next day.

Zhu Tie packed his bags, buried the rear-loading sniper rifle given by his eldest brother with his own hands, and went to Ning Yuanwei to surrender.

Killing eight veterans is definitely a big case for the imperial court, and Zhu Tie can walk away, but he still has his father and mother, as well as his eldest brother and brother, and uncle and aunt.

If he leaves, his family will definitely be implicated.

This incident quickly alarmed Ningyuan City, and it just so happened that in the past two days, Ningyuan City came to inspect the imperial history of Liaodong, saying that it was an inspection, who didn't know that he was here to make money.

It's a pity that it was Cao Wenzhao who was stationed in Ningyuan City, he himself was poor, and he subsidized all the silver to the sergeant, where is the money to honor this Liaodong imperial envoy.

The angry Liaodong imperial envoy was angry, ready to take Zhu Tie to be angry, and did not report to the military department and the criminal department, so he asked Zhu Tie to be escorted to the vegetable market and personally supervised the beheading.

On the platform, the Liaodong envoy who was only the seventh product sat in the main seat, a general soldier in the hall, Cao Wenzhao could only sit at the bottom, no way, who made the literati have a high status, or a member of the Donglin Party.

Inspector Yuan has already explained, pretending to be a grandson, I have to endure it for a few days, otherwise the food and salary will be gone, and I will find you Cao Wenzhao to settle accounts.

It was almost noon, and the scribe next to him began to recite Zhu Tie's resume.

Hearing that his surname was Zhu, Cao Wenzhao was still sitting there depressed, and when he heard that he was from Huang Village, Liangxiang County, Cao Wenzhao couldn't sit still and asked, "What is the relationship between him and Zhu Zhongyi?" ”

The scribe looked back for a few days and replied, "Master, he is Zhu Zhongyi's nephew. ”

Cao Wenzhao frowned and asked, "Dear?" ”

Seeing the scribe nodding, Cao Wenzhao could only barely squeeze out a smile and looked at the Liaodong imperial envoy: "This.... Brother, look......."

What a human spirit the Liaodong imperial envoy was, he quickly understood what he meant, his eyes widened, and he began to scold Cao Wenzhao again: "The surname is Cao, do you want to shield the prisoner." ”

"You know, he killed eight soldiers under the command of General Zu.......

Cao Wenzhao heard that he began to count himself again, his face became more and more ugly, and seeing that it was about to be noon, he took the case and cut off the head of this corrupt official with a knife.

Several generals around him were shocked and hurried over to stop them, and it was already over when they pounced.

A cronie general said in shock: "Brother Cao, isn't it just a pawn, what are you doing?" ”

Cao Wenzhao wiped his waist knife on the pig's suit, and the big horse golden knife sat on the main seat and did not speak.

I muttered in my heart.

"Zhu Zhongyi is my soldier."

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