The two sides are fiercely contested for this section of the gentle slope.

One side is trying to survive, and the other side is anxious to make a petition.

The numerical superiority of the Green Battalion could not be reflected in this narrow area, and the officers and men of the Great Western Army resisted desperately under the leadership of Zhang Xianzhong.

It's a matter of life and death, and each of them has done their best.

The arrows were shot with a little more force than usual.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!"

In the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the Great Western Army, there is no difference between these green battalion soldiers and real captives, they have the same shaved head and kept a money rat tail, and they wave butcher knives at ordinary people.

National enemies and family hatred are intertwined, and each of them is angry.

Whether it's a real Tartar or a second Tartar, damn it!

Their firepower was fierce enough that it was difficult for the Green Battalion soldiers to go any further.

However, Hong Chengchou's tactic is consumption, rolling logs and arrows are always limited, and when the green battalion soldiers are almost consumed, they will send Han army banner soldiers to press.

No matter in terms of combat effectiveness or execution, the Han military flag is several grades higher than that of the green battalion, and good steel naturally has to be used on the blade.

It was a fierce battle, and both sides gave it their all.

From time to time, men rolled down the gentle slope, and new soldiers filled the vacant places.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianzhong personally stepped forward and bent his bow and arrows, aiming at the Qing army commander flag a hundred steps away.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he heard a whoosh, and the armor-piercing arrow volleyed out and swirled towards the Qing army commander's banner.

The arrow was powerful and accurate, and shot straight through the middle of the banner.

The scarlet banner was shot out of a large hole, and the wind whistled and tore it with a rustling sound.

Hong Chengchou's old face turned red, and he looked at the city angrily.

Zhang Xianzhong! This giant thief! What a damn one!

"Someone!"

"The last general!"

Liu Jinzhong stood up at the right time.

"If you come and shoot an arrow, you will shoot it at the thief!"

Hong Chengchou's beard trembled, and he commanded in a deep voice.

"This..."

Liu Jinzhong was depressed now.

He originally wanted to slap the horse's ass, who knew that Governor Hong was angry, and he slapped the horse's leg...

"Why, can't you?"

Hong Chengchou glared at Liu Jinzhong fiercely.

This stare frightened Liu Jinzhong.

He waved his hand again and again, "No, of course not." Governor Hong has orders, and the last general should obey his orders. ”

The bitterness in his heart.

This old thief Hong Chengchou is really shameless.

Is it the same concept to shoot down from the walls and from under the city to the walls?

Even if he had enough strength to shoot this arrow, he might not be able to shoot near Zhang Xianzhong, let alone shoot Zhang Xianzhong himself.

But he still had to shoot.

If he offends Hong Chengchou, his future in the Qing court will be over.

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Liu Jinzhong decided to let it go.

Isn't it archery?

Who's afraid of whom!

Liu Jinzhong's arm strength is amazing, and he uses the Kaiyuan strong bow.

Normally, the Kaiyuan strong bow doesn't have much chance to use it, but it comes in handy at this time.

Liu Jinzhong took the bow and arrow bag from the hands of his own soldiers, and took out one and put it on the string.

Capacity, bending arms, Liu Jinzhong aimed at Zhang Xianzhong, who was boosting morale at the head of the city.

Once upon a time, Liu Jinzhong was Zhang Xianzhong's most trusted confidant, and he once thought that he would die in the Great West camp.

But creation makes people, and Zhang Xianzhong's "holy decree" completely changed all this.

Liu Jinzhong was scolded by Zhang Xianzhong for just one mistake.

If it's in private, it's fine, but it's in the holy decree.

After the decree was read out in public, Liu Jinzhong couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

They are all good brothers who fight the world together, why bother to say so ugly? This called him, how will Liu Jinzhong deal with himself in front of his subordinates in the future?

Besides, Zhang Xianzhong is full of foul language, and he is also worthy of being the emperor?

From that moment on, Liu Jinzhong decided, Lao Tzu will not mess with you!

Liu Jinzhong did not have many options, either surrendering to the Ming court or the Qing court.

In the end, Liu Jinzhong chose to surrender to the Qing Dynasty.

This is not just because he is more optimistic about the Qing court. is even more because of his background in the "Great Western Army".

You must know that Zhang Xianzhong hit Fengyang at the beginning, but he picked up the ancestral graves of the old Zhu family.

There is such a relationship, even if Liu Jinzhong is clear, life will not be easy.

In case the time comes, the little emperor of the Ming Dynasty will settle accounts after the autumn, he will definitely be the first to be pulled out and cut off his head.

So in the end, Liu Jinzhong chose to surrender to the Qing. He didn't have much to do with the Qing court.

Even that attack on Hanzhong can be interpreted as each its own master.

After that, as long as Liu Jinzhong performed well, he could win the trust of the Qing court.

Therefore, Liu Jinzhong tried his best to express himself after the Qing Dynasty, and he couldn't wait to pull a lot of front-line work to do it himself.

Now he has a chance to prove himself.

Hatred accumulates.

At this moment, in Liu Jinzhong's eyes, Zhang Xianzhong is a heinous villain, a scumbag who should kill a thousand knives.

He used all his strength to burst the bowstring.

Zhang Xianzhong, Zhang Xianzhong!

This arrow is to make you pay for insulting me!

Liu Jinzhong shot this arrow with all his might, and for a moment there was a sense of relief.

In the chaos of the army, this cold arrow went straight to Zhang Xianzhong's front door.

And Zhang Xianzhong didn't realize it.

If it was an ordinary feather arrow, it would have run out of strength when it reached the city.

But this is an armor-piercing arrow shot by Kaiyuan's strong bow.

The arrow shot directly into Zhang Xianzhong's right eye, and the huge force caused the arrow to shoot directly from the back of Zhang Xianzhong's head.

Burst!

Zhang Xianzhong snorted and fell to the ground, convulsed for a while and then stopped moving.

Zhang Kewang discovered the accident for the first time and ran towards Zhang Xianzhong.

"Father, what's wrong with you! Father, don't scare your sons! ”

Zhang Kewang shook Zhang Xianzhong's body desperately, but Zhang Xianzhong just didn't have the slightest movement.

Oh, my God!

Was the stepfather really shot to death!

At this time, Zhang Kewang had a feeling that the sky was falling.

No matter how tyrannical Zhang Xianzhong is, he is also the only power center of the Onishi regime.

Now that Zhang Xianzhong is dead in a daze, there will inevitably be a round of struggle for power in the Daxi camp.

This is likely to tear apart the Great Western Army, which has already become a certain climate.

Of course, this is a matter for the future, but the immediate trouble is even more fatal.

Zhang Xianzhong's violent death in front of the army was a fatal blow to morale.

Originally, the morale of the Great Western Army was full, but now it was afraid that it would plummet.

How can this be?

Zhang Kewang knew that everyone's attention would be shifted to him.

As the heir that Zhang Xianzhong has been cultivating, Zhang Kewang must stand up at this time.

Everyone can panic, but he can't.

Everyone can mess up, but he can't mess up.

"Pass my command, continue to fight, and never let a Tartar come in!"

Zhang Kewang took a deep breath and commanded loudly.

Externally, he was ready to announce that Zhang Xianzhong was slightly injured and had to leave the front line for treatment. Anyway, it was so far away that it was impossible for the vast majority of soldiers to know the truth.

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