Looking at such a tragic and tragic battle, Mao Yulong's eyes couldn't help but blur. Although these Jinyiwei men are hated by officials and the people, their adherence to their mission and their treatment of the enemy are so brave and heroic, which makes Jinyiwei rise in Mao Yulong's heart with great admiration.

People have both positive and negative sides, but as long as he shows his bravery when he is serving the country, then all the dirty things he usually does will be written off.

Mongolian horses are famous for their endurance, they eat the worst hay and bear the heaviest pressure, but with great endurance they maintain their running speed. Although the Mongolian horse sitting down with two people on its back was panting, its running speed did not decrease, although Mao Yulong had clearly felt that the horse was sweating profusely.

Although the Japanese horses were tall and had extremely fast impacts, their stamina could not last, and when they turned their heads to look, they were still rushing forward, but their speed had been significantly reduced.

This Baihu also clearly felt that the speed of the enemy's impact was decreasing, so he continued to roar loudly without looking back: "Are there any brothers who are still alive? ”

The remaining dozen or so Jinyi Wei brothers replied without hesitation: "We are still alive." Then without waiting for Baihu to order, he immediately reined in the war horse, turned the horse's head, and reflexively killed back without hesitation.

Another fight soon ended, but the purpose of the Nishiki guard was achieved, and the Japanese mongrels finally exhausted their charging speed and began to gasp for breath with difficulty. At this time, the only remaining war horse of Baihu and Mao Yulong, although carrying two people out of breath, its speed did not slow down, and it rushed directly to the front of Yang Kuang's military camp.

The front is the camp gate, but there are more than 100 pursuers in the back, once you let two of yourself in, the enemy may also take advantage of the situation to break through the camp gate, the closed camp gate in front, can it be opened for itself?

In front was the barracks, and a war horse carrying two men rushed to it, but behind it, there were nearly 200 enemy cavalry closely following.

Yang Kuang had already seen this situation, stood in front of Gao Yinglei, and raised his hand high.

"General, once you open the camp gate and let the two of them in, the enemy behind can directly break open our camp gate, and then the tens of thousands of robbers who follow them will directly break us." The eunuch of the prison army blocked it hoarsely.

Yang Kuang did not put his hand down.

"General, focus on the overall situation, there are only two people outside, but we have 5,000 people here, once this camp is broken, there will be no force outside Hangzhou to contain the enemy, and the overall situation is the most important."

Yang Kuang turned his head to look at the pale-faced eunuch of the prison army, and then looked at the thousands of people below staring into his eyes, Yang Kuang said loudly: "I have only one belief, I will not give up on anyone, whether it is two people outside, or you inside, I will never give up on anyone." ”

The eunuch of the prison army shouted loudly: "Our family is-"

"You shut up for me, you are only responsible for supervising whether I betray or not, but you have no right to interfere with my military decisions, if you stretch your hand too far, I will cut you right now."

The eunuch shrunk his neck.

"Open the camp gates."

The promise not to give up on anyone won the hearts of all the soldiers at that time, and this shout became their belief. So hundreds of people ran up and opened the camp gate without hesitation.

As soon as the camp gate was opened, the hundred households rushed in directly, and then shouted anxiously: "Close the camp gate, close the camp gate." ”

Yang Kuang said: "There is also a surviving brother." ”

The hundred households roared angrily: "For the sake of this great camp, I command you to close the camp gate." ”

Yang Kuang watched the brocade brother who was lying on horseback covered in blood getting closer and closer to his camp gate, but the enemy behind them was also getting closer and closer, but he still persevered.

At this time, the hundred households rolled down and fell off their horses, shook off Mao Yulong, staggered to the camp gate, and slammed the camp gate with his shoulder. At the moment when the camp gate was finally closed, through the crack in the door, he saw his brother, who was really his brother, his own brother. He was already less than 10 feet from the gate of the camp, and with a little more effort, he would rush in, and if he left him a gap, he might survive. But what he saw more was that the enemy behind him was getting closer and closer. So this hundred households burst into tears and yelled at the brothers outside: "Little bolt, I will tell my mother that you are a heroic warrior." Then he closed the door tightly, and with a bang, the bolt fell. Then he collapsed weakly under the gate, and said to Mao Yulong, who rushed over: "Our 100 brocade guards have completed our task, and our life and death in the future have nothing to do with me." Then he closed his eyes calmly and took his last breath with ease.

Mao Yulong pounced on him, grabbed his increasingly cold hand, tears flowed involuntarily, but he really had nothing to say. In his heart, he only knows that this is a group of people who are faithful, and whether the tasks he performs are good or bad, but as long as they are faithful, they should be praised.

Yang Kuang was also very emotional about the dedication of these people.

The Jinyi guard who was outside the camp gate, the brother of the hundred households, was only three zhang away from the city gate, but he saw the escape gate that was suddenly closed, and at this time he also heard his brother's last words. He stopped running away, sat up straight on the war horse with difficulty, and then turned his war horse back, facing the swarming enemy, high, proudly raised his hand full of gaps embroidered spring knife, at the swarming enemy, proudly roared: "Da Ming Jinyiwei, unfinished mission, do not die, kill-" and then on that one person and one horse, lonely, but more like thousands of horses, rushed back to the enemy.

Yang Kuang's impression of Jinyiwei is the same as everyone, quite bad, in his opinion, like all officials and ordinary people, Jinyiwei is a group of coyotes, as long as it falls into their hands, it is hell on earth.

But when he saw the lonely figure, proudly holding up the embroidered spring sword, reflexively killing the enemy, his eyes couldn't help but blur.

"I can't let such a hero die at the hands of the enemy, then I'll give you a ride."

So Yang Kuang yelled at the already loaded duo around him: "Let's give the hero a ride, all the duo, fire-"

A roar like a burst of beans, like a storm of lead, swept through everything, including the hero, and when the smoke cleared, the battlefield was full of corpses.

But it shows a tragic scene, a man and a horse, facing a group of people and horses, so clearly placed on the battlefield, they are still charging each other, but it is solidified into an eternal picture.

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