With He Renlong's team in Pucheng, a big battle ended in a result that made people laugh and cry.

He Renlong, who was preparing to attack from both sides, led the six thousand guards in the four counties around Pucheng who had worked hard and exhausted all means to integrate, and after facing the thieves in a rigorous formation and shouting of heaven and earth, in the battle formation of the guards, there was a loud response to the even higher shouts of "surrender the gun and not kill".

This shout is simply compared to the shout of the thief on the opposite side, and the momentum is definitely comparable to the sun and the moon, not only surprised He Renlong, but even the big array of the thieves on the opposite side rolled forward, and then, the jaws were all over the ground.

"No, this sentence should have been shouted by us, why did it become a slogan of the official army? And shouted so neatly and neatly, rightly arrogant? Zhu Tie looked back at the deputy brothers around him, and asked in disbelief at the confirmation of his eyes and ears.

Those who asked, and those who saw, were blind faces.

Indeed, surrender the gun and not kill, this shout was imposing and neat, and then, when the two armies were facing each other, more than 6,000 officers and soldiers neatly laid down their weapons together. When the weapon was laid down, there was a relief, a relief on everyone's face, and then, everyone cheered together.

Yes, it's cheering, there is no bit of common hatred in the battle array, there is a kind of relief after liberation.

He Renlong took his 100 personal soldiers and circled his horses outside the battlefield, and when he saw this incredible scene, he could only sigh.

"Let's go." He Renlong once again reluctantly looked at the battle formation composed of thousands of people, cheering and inspiring, in fact, at the beginning, he thought that he could fight, although he knew that this battle would definitely fail, it was simply his own calculation, but he never expected that it would be such a result anyway, a result that definitely made He Renlong sad and infinite: "Take the initiative to surrender, there is no intention of resisting a little." ”

"Is this still my Ming soldier?" With a long sigh, looking at the battlefield that was not chaotic at all, He Renlong lowered his head and felt helpless deeply.

"My lord, what should we do next?" A pro-soldier, encircling a restless war horse, surrounded his general and asked.

Raising his head and looking at the battlefield where there was no hope, He Renlong took the war horse and said weakly: "Let's go, what else can we do?" ”

The pro-soldier looked left and right, and then looked at his general, and suggested in a low voice: "But, my lord, we have to be ordered by the governor, and we should cooperate with the outside, really just watching the Zhang family fight to the death, and we are indifferent?" When the time comes, will we not be able to explain? ”

"Hahahaha." He Renlong suddenly burst into laughter, pointed to the battle formation with his fingers, those soldiers, laughing all over, laughing hysterically, laughing bitterly crying, laughing himself out of breath, coughing for a long time, lying on the back of the horse, panting deeply for a while, slowly and with difficulty standing up straight, to his dearest brother said: "Still fighting to the death, in fact, it is to die in battle." Shaking his head helplessly, he pointed his horsewhip at the battlefield in the distance: "Look at such a strong army, look at the high momentum, just our four hundred brothers, do we still have a chance to win?" ”

Look back at Pucheng in the distance. Pucheng is just below the horizon, in the midst of smoke and dust. But in fact, he couldn't see anything, but he could feel the situation on the battlefield there.

"Forget it, everything is no longer our concern, Zhang Shoubei? Ask for more blessings. Then, a circle of war horses, legs clamped, "Let's go, let's continue to train the village braves, thieves, let's fight in Japan." With that, he snorted, beat the horse and ran back and forth, regardless of the battlefield behind him.

The affectionate soldiers looked at the generals who were originally ten thousand enemies, and when facing the boundless Mongolian Tatars, they waved their knives and rushed forward, madly ignoring the life and death of the He madman, and now, under the fiery red cloak, a kind of loneliness and helplessness were deeply revealed.

Just when He Renlong decided to give up and stay away from the battlefield, a team of fiery cavalry rushed into the battlefield with a shout, which made He Renlong and other 400 soldiers shocked.

The main force of the thief, this is the killer weapon of the thief, feelings, everything is already in the calculation of the thief.

Look at the dragon-like cavalry on the opposite side, coming under duress, and then look at his side, it is only four hundred men and horses, even if each is ten thousand enemies, there is still only one result - death in battle.

The arrival of this cavalry not only did not make He Renlong panic, but in this Jedi, it stimulated his invincible blood.

Pulling out a palm-wide war knife, he straightened his body on the war horse, and the loneliness and helplessness disappeared in an instant, recovering his true colors as a madman again.

Compared to the enemy's more than 3,000 dragoons, He Renlong shouted to his own brothers who followed him: "The matter of eating the king, the matter of loyalty to the king, we will die here for long live." ”

All the brothers behind him drew their swords together, raised them high, and shouted silently to the sky.

These war knives, which have drunk the blood of the Mongolian Tartars, have made themselves wait for pleasure and revenge, and now, in this undeserved death-defying killing, they drink blood again, although, although everyone knows, there is no luck in surviving this time.

But so what?

Kill, for his loyalty to the emperor and the Ming Dynasty, fight to the death.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves, knocking on the cracked earth, raising countless loess in the sky, in this loess dust, groups of cavalry as red as the morning sun, holding high the terrifying strange saber, led by a big man in golden helmets and golden armor, shouted, and rushed to the battlefield.

In fact, He Renlong made up his mind to die, but in the face of such an opponent, he didn't even have the psychology of taking a few chances.

Such cavalry, such equipment, and most importantly, such momentum, leaving only death for yourself, what else?

"Die in battle, for the sake of Daming, my parents' help." He Renlong shouted desperately at the formation relative to the opposing thief cavalry.

"For the sake of Da Ming, for the help of our parents, kill-" The four hundred brothers behind him shouted excitedly, but even more desperately.

"Did I die here like this? Dead at the hands of your own people? I don't die on the battlefield of the Mongol Tatars, I still have to fight the Manchu Tatars, but I die now, I am really unwilling. He Renlong brandished a big knife and rushed towards the intruder on the opposite side, while thinking unwillingly.

When people die next to each other, they think so much: "If God gives me another chance, I will never die on the battlefield of the same tribe, I should die on the battlefield of the Mongol Tatars, and I should die on the battlefield of the battle between Gongwei Gyeonggi and the foreigners, then I will die without regrets." ”

It seems that God sensed He Renlong's expectation, and the thief cavalry, like a fire burning the plain, made a bend in front of the small team of four hundred people, bypassed the route of He Renlong's charge, and roared in a circle.

The golden-colored man, on a divine horse, suddenly shouted to himself, "Lao He, we'll see you next time." Then he went around in a circle in front of his horse so arrogantly, and followed his warrior whistling away without stopping for a moment.

He Renlong was stunned, this man seemed to have seen it somewhere, and the deepest impression of him was his arrogance, and, yes, that golden equipment.

Looking at the empty battlefield in front of him, the brothers who were originally holding back their strength and waiting for death to come, suddenly let out a breath together, this gasp, there was a kind of terrifying feeling, at least, in this gasp, He Renlong felt a kind of decadence and - no confidence on his side.

At this time, He Renlong suddenly remembered that the man he had really seen. During the Battle of Yanchuan, the one who fought against himself with ten swords and let himself escape dangerously was him, the commander of the thieves and the second in command of the thieves.

After a circle of war horses, He Renlong suddenly boiled with blood, and a circle of war horses raised his big knife high: "I want to fight with him and divide the victory and defeat." ”

is also a 10,000-strong enemy, and in the bloodline it is a kind of competitiveness.

In the battle array, I fought and I was defeated, but I was not defeated by your men, I was defeated by those unworthy guards, and I was defeated by your thief brothers, but I was also high-spirited, and the two armies were single-handed, and I would never be defeated under your men.

Ten thousand enemies, I am.

A hand stretched out diagonally, tightly grasping the reins of He Renlong's horse, the war horse captured in the steppe khan, let out a long neighing of pain, and after the person stood up, like his master, his heart was unwilling to go back and forth.

"My lord, there's no hope, let's go." The pro-soldier colonel helplessly persuaded He Renlong: "Six thousand guards and soldiers, in the face of the enemy, only five hundred and one teams, took the initiative to surrender, not to mention the three thousand cavalry? Looking at Zuo Jin, although the sword and gun were out of the sheath, his face was full of determination, but more of a frightened brother, the pro-soldier once again sincerely persuaded him: "We have no hope of victory, my lord, it is better to follow your original plan, rectify the township and fight again." ”

But when he said this, he didn't have any confidence in his heart, when he was in Yanchuan, he also faced this group of outlaws, at that time, he really didn't understand, how could a group of rogues have the heart to die, and in the face of tens of thousands of strong border troops, they killed the generals so without hesitation? Now, in just one year, the morale of the army is no longer the kind of Yanchuan, in fact, it is even higher than then.

Is it possible for adults to rely on this battle to gain military merit again, and then restore the military position of the border army? It's just a shame on yourself.

"Now, we should be—" Saying this, the close soldier was a little embarrassed, "let's withdraw from the battlefield, regroup our troops, and fight the thieves." ”

He Renlong, who was unwilling, had actually seen this result a long time ago, in fact, people didn't want to fight with him in the first place, and that kind of conspiracy was actually a conspiracy, and he was aware of it in an instant.

"The conspiracy is easy to solve, but the conspiracy is unsolvable." He Renlong looked at the already harmonious battlefield, and could only shake his head helplessly, and whispered to a group of brothers around him: "Let's go back, the rest is to rectify the military battle." “

Then, He Renlong took his brother and slowly left the battlefield without any hindrance.

Yangmou, it's there, how do you deal with it?