"One!"

Yang Qing shouted.

It is the first time he has appreciated such a big drama as Ling Chi, although he has killed countless people on the battlefield, but it is nothing more than a stick to shoot to death, which is different from appreciating Ling Chi, it is said that this executioner is an ancestral good craft, he can cut people until the next day, and he can slice thousands of knives in total......

That's really wrong!

How could he feel that way? Before he crossed over, he was also a good young man who was born and grew up under the red flag!

Although this is a bit of an exaggeration.

He thinks he's still working hard to get to this standard, but it's impossible to be so heavy!

"Two!"

He and the assistant shouted almost at the same time.

And at this time, accompanied by the angry roar of those Eight Banner Athletes on the city wall, almost all the Qing officers and soldiers rushed to the nearest artillery, and without hesitation pushed aside the Guan Ning Army, who was originally in charge of these things, and then pried the cannon with hatred to aim. However, Yang Qing and the carriage were constantly galloping, and with these ancient artillery, which had no real adjustment device, it was still difficult to aim at such a target three hundred meters away, in fact, many cannons did not even have an aiming device.

"Three!"

Yang Qing shouted.

A hundred soldiers in the back shouted in unison.

The executioner picked a thin slice of narrow meat on the tip of the knife and raised it to signal, while the Shun army and the defenders of the southern wing city in the back let out an excited scream, it was obvious that they were full of evil taste like Yang Qing, and it was already exciting to think about this kind of thing before the battle, not to mention that these guys who didn't have much entertainment on weekdays still watched the live broadcast at this time.

Then the slice of meat was thrown into the basin.

At this time, Ao Bai's strong chest was already drenched in blood, but our number one fierce general in the Qing Dynasty was worthy of being a fierce general, and he stared at the blood-red eyes without saying a word, and then the executioner's fourth knife also fell on his toned muscles that had been trained by countless killings, and the sharp blade was carefully and slowly cut. Almost at the same time, a Fran machine on the wall of Shanhaiguan that was the first to complete the aim let out an angry roar, and a solid bullet instantly hit a place ten meters away from the carriage. The executioner was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the knife cut deep all of a sudden, almost poking into Aobai's heart, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and slashed, but it also hurt so much that Aobai finally let out a suppressed wail.

"Quality, pay attention to quality, I still want to cultivate you and kill Dolgon in the future!"

Yang Qing said dissatisfied.

Suddenly, two shells hit him at the same time, one of which was less than five meters away from him.

"General, let's go somewhere else!"

The executioner pleaded with a mournful face.

This tama is so scary, this is pure death! As he spoke, three more cannonballs fell at the same time, one of which would have hit him if his carriage hadn't run so fast, and the stirred up dirt fell on him, and the rebounded cannonballs flew through the sky in a visible manner, and then landed on the ground again and splashed dirt and flew up, and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

"No, keep chopping, or I'll let your apprentice chop you!"

Yang Qing threatened very ferociously.

The executioner looked at him with a grudge, and then went on with his heart as the shells fell around them.

However, in good conscience, such shells are really aimed at them, but it is difficult to hit them.

After all, the tragic muzzle velocity of these artillery, more than 300 meters away has to fly for more than an hour, the carriage is closely following Yang Qing, and Yang Qing has always been running an irregular route, although the speed is not fast, but it has to go out six or seven meters per second, these guns themselves are shoddy, and there is even a large gap between the shells and the barrels, and it is almost impossible to rely on aiming to hit any target.

But there were more than thirty cannons blazing in anger.

The probability of them hitting a shell themselves is definitely higher than the probability of a shell hit.

But the executioner doesn't have a say!

He could only lay down his heart, almost gritting his teeth and worshipping in a piece, and soon in the wild running of the carriage and the splash of cannonballs and dirt around him, the blood of the Aobai slice flowed all the way to the carriage.

And on the wall of Shanhaiguan, those Qing troops kept firing like crazy, shells kept flying towards Yang Qinghe's execution carriage one by one, and even several Hongyi cannons were loaded with the largest shotguns, in short, our Qing warriors fell into complete madness, even if they couldn't kill this demon, they had to bombard Aobai to prevent Baturu from continuing to suffer this kind of torture and humiliation.

Even a furlong machine bombed the chamber and did not stop the other Qing troops from continuing to bombard.

However, the strange thing is that there is never a single cannonball that can hit Yang Qing or the carriage.

In the soil constantly stirred up by the cannonballs, this demon whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of our Qing Dynasty ran so arrogantly, always avoiding one cannonball after another without allowing it to happen, as if those dozens of cannonballs falling every minute had any special feelings with him, that is, they did not fall on his body, not even on the carriage, no matter how he aimed, the result was the same, and even a rebounded cannonball flew past his back, but it could not fall on him.

Pity those Qing soldiers who have nowhere to vent their grief and anger just watched the flesh of Ao Bai being slice one by one.

And those Guan Ningjun watched coldly from the sidelines.

Similarly, Shunjun also watched in amazement.

This scene is really a bit unbelievable, this is like a god manipulation in the underworld, the cannonball just can't hit Yang Qing, his figure walking through the splashing dirt, as if with a mysterious color, this can no longer be described by luck.

This is a complete miracle!

Fortunately, Shunjun still quickly sobered up.

Their artillery immediately began to return fire, and even some artillery on the southern flank of the city and the Great Wall joined in the return fire, and the dense shells continued to hit the already somewhat dilapidated city wall, and as the Qing army continued to fall from bullets, the shells fired at Yang Qing also decreased sharply.

Now he was even more unscrupulous, and simply slowed down.

In fact, Yang Qing himself was quite confused at this time, to put it bluntly, he was just hot, and he didn't know why he was so crazy.

It must be understood that more than a month ago he was just a young modern man who ate and waited for death, relying on rent collection to eat and drink every day, he was not a politician or a politician, and he was not a scheming profiteer, although he came to this time and space inexplicably obtained a strong body, as if he had instinctive killing experience and innate medical skills, but his personality was still in the past.

Even if he is already adapting to this era, there are still remnants of his past personality.

For example, by chance, impulsively.

Just like he beat Chongzhen when he met, and landed like a brain pump in Tianjiao Mountain to block it, today's death-like live worship is also the result of impulse.

But it's a bit weird to die like this and still be unscathed.

Could it be that he is really blessed by the gods?

Otherwise, how can you explain your own combat power and self-healing ability that completely surpasses that of humans?

He simply stopped.

"Mada, bring the knife!"

Yang Qing turned around and dismounted and jumped into the carriage, and took the knife from the executioner, who quickly jumped out of the carriage and hurriedly ran away, but as soon as he ran less than two steps away, a cannonball fell beside him, and the cannonball almost grazed his nose and flew by, so frightened that he turned his head and pounced on the carriage again, and then lay there tremblingly, watching in amazement as the shells continued to fall near them, but none of them hit them.

However, Yang Qing's war horse was suddenly hit by a cannonball from a Hongyi cannon, and his flesh and blood splattered.

The executioner looked at Yang Qing who was in charge of the knife like a dumbfounder......

"Silly, huh? This is for the heavens, so the heavens protect the gods, and the cannonballs of Jiannu can't hit the master! ”

Yang Qing said proudly while bowing.

The executioner nodded hurriedly.

He was indeed the protector of heaven, and he was so arrogant in the city, and kept worshipping until dark, during which the Qing army fired at least more than 300 cannonballs of various kinds at him, and the surrounding area of the carriage was the same as the surface of the moon, but not a single cannonball hit the carriage. This strange scene not only made those Qing troops desperate to look up to the sky and howl, but also made the Guan Ning army on the city wall and the Shun army behind them all dumbfounded, and even some people fell down and bowed, it is obvious that Yang Qing's behavior is too righteous, so even the gods in the sky help.

In fact, he has a bit of supernatural properties in his own right.

Super Fierce General!

In ancient times, there were no myths and legends behind those super fierce generals like him, and the worst one was also a star king in the sky, and at this moment, this weird drama confirmed that there were people above him.

Soon night fell.

"Ma, I can't see clearly, continue tomorrow!"

Yang Qing threw the knife and said.

Of course, it's not that he can't see clearly, but the people on Shanhaiguan must not be able to see clearly, at this time it is completely dark, although there are torches to illuminate but useless, the audience can't see clearly that he is still playing a fart, but Ao Bai is still not dead yet, but the poor number one general of the Qing Dynasty has seen the bones, and he still hasn't swallowed his breath, and he is still staring at him with blood-red eyes as if he is going to bite someone, saying that a person who has been stabbed more than 200 times also has this spiritual head, which is also worthy of being the first Baturu in Manchuria.

However, this is not uncommon, in fact, Ling Chi's punishment often has this kind of thing.

For example, Liu Jin lasted until the next day.

Obviously, our number one general in the Qing Dynasty still can't lose to a eunuch.

"Wu Sangui, let's continue to play tomorrow, and when we finish worshipping, it's your turn, Guan Ningjun's brothers listen, cut off the head of the Jiannu people and send His Majesty out of the city, you are not to blame for the past, if you continue to be obsessed, then this is also the end of your wait, brother, I have said it all, whether you want to die or live depends on your own choice!"

Yang Qing then shouted to Shanhaiguan.