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On the second day of the second month of February, the dragon raised its head.

The ancestors who used the dragon as their totem may not have imagined that their descendants will stand in the world as the strongest for thousands of years.

Jinling is not a thing in the pool, even if it is temporarily stranded, there will be a time to vacate it.

On this day, the continuous shelling of Qingliu Pass finally ended, and the continuous shelling made it impossible for the Qing soldiers to continue to build the fortifications, but also blew up the previously repaired fortifications. The sound of artillery on the top of the mountain stopped, and the Qing soldiers did not slack off in the slightest, but became more nervous.

The soldiers of the Houtu battalion on the Qingliu Pass, all of them in complete armor, stood in front of the mountain. Hou Xuanyan's waist was straight, his shoulders were tilted, he looked a little funny, and said loudly: "Raising soldiers for a thousand days, use it for a while, your opportunity has come." There is no shortage of rewards for those who bravely kill the enemy, and those who retreat from the battle will be immediately killed, and one person who kills the enemy is ten taels of silver, and ten people who kill ten people in a row are promoted to military attachés. Okay, I'm not going to talk nonsense, today is the day when the Northern Expeditionary Army will attack with all its troops, and our Houtu Battalion is no exception. ”

Hou Xuanyan pulled out his sword and pointed down the mountain: "Go down the mountain!" After killing all the Qing soldiers, we can reward our merits. ”

Like the sound of a monster's whimpering horn, it sounded on all fronts, and Shenzhou was full of murderous atmosphere.

Under the Qingliu Pass, the Qing soldiers who were waiting for the battle watched countless men and horses turn down the mountain. The black phalanx was lined up, rushing down the mountain in an orderly manner, crashing into the camp of the Qing soldiers like a boulder. The horses' hooves neighed, their mouths spewed white mist, and the battle was about to break out.

Hou Xuanyan watched from afar for a while, although the battle under the mountain was tragic, but it failed to attract all his attention. Hou Xuanyan's mind has flown to the vast land, every battlefield. The Houtu camp was commanded by Yan Yingyuan, which was destined to be a protracted bloody battle, and the two sides were close to each other under the Qingliu Pass, and there was no strategy to play in the close distance.

On the second day of the second month of the first month of the first year of Jing You, the Houtu camp of the Duke of Yue Xuanyan and the two blue flags of Jierharang fought Qingliu Pass. The two sides fought from early morning to night, the corpses were strewn all over the field, the blood flowed and the pestle drifted, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the world was fishy.

Jierharang finally retreated to Fengyang, Hou Xuanyan settled in Dingyuan, and the Northern Expedition Middle Route Army continued to advance.

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Hanzhong Mansion, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the Sichuan soldiers and the remnants of the yellow flag of Ao Bai started the final battle. Stepping on the shoulders of the so-called Manchurian Baturu, Yang Zhan and his subordinates have become famous all over the world. With the continuous flow of armor and weapons from Huguang to the front line, the combat power of the Sichuan soldiers increased day by day, and by this time they had already suppressed the yellow flag by virtue of their numerical superiority.

Aobai's body was much thicker than that of ordinary people, with two shoulders like ordinary people's calves, and his shoulders were high and raised, and he rode on a horse like a fierce beast. Rushing left and right to kill countless wounds, the Sichuan soldiers, under the command of Yang Zhan, slowly scattered the Qing soldiers around him, and surrounded him and his own soldiers with simple tripping horses. The number of Qing soldiers is getting smaller and smaller, although they see that their commander is besieged, and desperately want to kill in to rescue Aobai, but they can't break through the wall of Sichuan soldiers.

Yang Zhan came from a distance, and the spear in his hand was horizontal, instead of stepping forward to fight, he shouted: "Fire gun!" ”

From behind the Sichuan soldiers, a firecracker wearing a hat with red tassels on a white background and black cloth armor was half-squatting on the ground and raising a gun to light a fire. Aobai's own soldiers surrounded him in the middle, and these human shields were quickly shot down. Ao Bai's eyes were bloodshot, and he scolded in broken Chinese: "Coward, Han dog, don't you dare to shoot people with bows and arrows, you have the ability to fight." ”

Yang Zhan looked up to the sky with a gun and laughed, only feeling the indescribable happiness in his chest, he was born in a martial arts flower, and he was skilled in bows and horses, but he had no intention of stepping forward at all. After laughing, he raised his voice and said: "Aobai, kill pigs with knives, but I have never heard pigs complain about why the butcher doesn't use his teeth to decide the winner." We are like Han people compared to others, just like people and pigs and dogs, where is the fairness. ”

Ao Bai was furious, pulled out the corpse of the pro-soldier who fell on him with a strange scream, and rushed towards Yang Zhan with a big knife in his hand. Yang Zhan lightly took over a latest-style firearm from his own soldiers, which had just been transported from Huguang. Raise the gun to aim, pull the trigger, and the flint is attached to the bolt, and use the sparks emitted on impact to ignite the gunpowder, and thud.

This shot hit Ao Bai's stomach, Bai Huahua's intestines flowed out, Ao Bai looked down and held his stomach and continued to rush forward. At this time, Yang Zhan had just changed the gunpowder, but fortunately, Ao Bai was blocked by a tripping horse, and Yang Zhan raised his gun and shot again, hitting him in the head. There is no room for the martial arts of worship, just like a wild boar with brute force, which can only call twice when it is slaughtered. The era of conquering the world by brute force is going farther and farther...

The remaining Qing soldiers were reduced one by one, and this was a battle without prisoners. The two sides are like a fire hitting oil, and it will not stop when it burns and burns endlessly.

The people and horses left behind by Haoge when he conquered Shu were all wiped out along with their commander Aobai.

On the second day of February, the Sichuan soldiers killed all the soldiers and horses left behind with the yellow flag and obtained the gate of Sichuan and Shu, Hanzhong, Shaanxi.

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In Jinan, Shandong, the soldiers gathered all the poisonous weeds, poisons and even laxatives in the whole city in one place, boiled them in large iron pots, and poured them into the stream that was introduced into the Dewang Mansion in the Liying Lake. The toxicity is diluted by the river water, and it is difficult to kill, but it is impossible to be safe after drinking it.

The Qing soldiers in the palace soon showed symptoms of poison, some of them were rotten in their intestines, some were just unwell, and some were diarrhea. Although there were not many people who were poisoned, a huge panic began to spread in the palace of the king of Germany, and people could not help but drink water, but now the water source of the palace has been polluted, and these people have fallen into the difficult choice of dying of thirst or poisoning.

Hardcore traitor, Shandong and Henan envoys, the governor Wang Aoyong was preaching loyalty to the Qing Dynasty with high morale, telling the soldiers to suspend drinking water and waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from the Qing court. Ahdan's appreciative gaze gave Wang Aoyong the courage to look at death as if he were home. What a glory it was to be appreciated by the Manchu masters, Wang Aoyong's tone rose a little more.

Suddenly, many round objects flew down from the sky, Wang Aoyong thought that the Northern Expeditionary Army outside was throwing stones, but when he hid, he saw that they were human heads.

It turned out that Li Haoxian ordered that after the traitor's family members inside were killed, the heads were thrown into the palace with a stone-throwing tool.

Wang Aoyong took a bloody human head on his chest, and just wanted to throw it away, when he suddenly stared at it and fainted. The original owner of this small head was none other than Wang Aoyong's newly sensible youngest son.

The Qing soldiers in the palace suffered a double blow of physical and psychological blows, and gradually got out of control.

Finally, the Qing soldiers who had fallen into collapse opened the gate of the palace and rushed out with red eyes to find the Northern Expeditionary Army desperately.

They were greeted not by sword-wielding warriors, and there was no fair fight. The black barrel of the cannon with a smaller firebolt and the rain of arrows in the sky. The gate of the palace under the cover of fire has become a shortcut to hell.

After a round of shooting, the last breath of the Qing soldiers of the trapped beast battle was exhausted, and the Northern Expeditionary Army poured into the palace and surrounded the Qing soldiers inside.

Wang Aoyong stiffened his neck, looked up to the sky and scolded angrily, with a strong iron bone, looking like a hard bone. It's a pity that he has the blood of the Han family in his bones, and this loyalty was given to Jiannu outside the gate. Liu Yong, a good man in Fulai Mountain, also admired this loyal minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty very much, so he and his subordinates chopped up his body and threw it into the latrine.

On this day, Li Haoxian sent troops to search carefully, carefully searched out the 20,000 Korean bird soldiers who had been slaughtered along the way, and cut off their heads and put them on the outskirts of Jinan. Li Haoxian personally set up wine to pay tribute to the slaughtered compatriots and the dead soldiers.

After doing it, Li Haoxian said in a deep voice: "Spread the message and the handsome, I have killed all the enemies, and fortunately I will not be dishonored." ”

On the red banner of the Fire Word Camp, a fire-bathed Vermilion Bird spread its wings angrily, as if it wanted to cleanse the world of evil with fire. Fire is the punishment of heaven, the punishment of heaven.

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