The sound of the galloping ———— war horses is boundless, the mandarin duck jacket shows the majesty of the entire military formation, the red army is like a red torrent coming from the sky in the distance, and the iron armor on the body exudes a cold glow, and the most powerful is the Yulin cavalry.

The sound of the horses' hooves, the neighing of the war horses, the neat and tidy cavalry of the cavalry, the scale armor on the body exuded a cold glow, and the armor of many people still had blood stains that could not be wiped away, and it was necessary to apply some oil in the future, and the one-foot-long red feathers on it looked so bright and bright.

The Jiangnan army behind him looked a little sluggish, especially the military appearance without self-confidence, although the five military battalions, the Shenji battalion, and the three thousand battalions were neat and majestic, but they could not see a kind of self-confidence, this kind of self-confidence had been defeated in this battle with the Qing army, they looked very depressed, the prince shook his head and sighed, with an unspeakable sadness in his heart, looking at the Qingzhou army walking on the side, he walked in front of him, not in the back, he sighed, Zhu Hu comforted, "Your Highness, don't be angry, this time our army was defeated." , the artillery is too scarce, and the number of people in the Shenji battalion is too small"

"Yes, the number of elites is too small," the prince said, glanced at the Qingzhou army, and said, "Will the other party really scatter beans into soldiers" He was puzzled, but no matter what, he was the prince of the Ming Dynasty after all, and he mastered the resources that the other party couldn't control, "This time I passed through Hedong, and when I recruited a cavalry in Hedong," Since ancient times, Hedong has produced elite soldiers from six counties, and the knights of the three rivers are all from this place.

"Yes, Your Highness, we should have recruited a cavalry here a long time ago," Zhu Hu said, and Tang Yan said on the side, "Your Highness, don't look at our old brothers in Huaixi," the prince heard his sour tone and smiled, "Yes, this is to go to Jiangnan, and then recruit an army with Huaixi and Huizhou", especially Huizhou, where the mountain people are fierce and can be soldiers, and they are all excellent archers.

He looked at the Qingzhou army with envy, and shook his head casually, "What is there to envy, there are too many Xiyi in its army, and it has lost the hearts of the people" He smiled so much that there are indeed too many Xiyi in the Qingzhou army, and his own combat effectiveness is not comparable, but there is nothing to criticize in his own army, and his reputation will definitely be able to stabilize the other party, but he randomly looked at the Xiyi army, and his eyes became solemn.

The old guards of about 1,000 people walked extremely neatly, wearing the unique military uniform of France, unusually neat but with thick blood, some people have been injured but have ensured a neat queue with a tablet in their hands, the corpses will be transported back to Shandong in the future, one person holds two tablets in his hand, and the army of 3,000 people died 2,000, so much damage is unattainable.

The Huns in the back also dismounted, they held the ranks of their comrades-in-arms, some of them had lost their voices and cried bitterly, with an inexplicable sadness in the atmosphere, the cry seemed to be infectious, and there was a cry wafting in the whole army, and the departure of their comrades-in-arms made them sad and sad.

Countless onlookers looked at the soldiers who held the ranks, and one said, "Why do Xiyi hold the ranks, doesn't it mean that their military discipline is lax?" "The crowd was weird.

"What do you know, that is the army stationed in Beacon Mountain to protect the grain and grass of the Ming army, they held on to Beacon Mountain for one day and repelled the charge of 70,000 Mobei cavalry, there are still 1,000 left in the 3,000-strong Xiyi fight, and there are 2,000 left in the 8,000-strong Ming army, and those tablets are their comrades-in-arms and brothers! Die for my Daming! One said solemnly.

The rest of the people are burning in the eyes of the rumors, the neat queue under the sun represents a heroic soul, three thousand people went to Liaodong, back one thousand, the people have accepted this Xiyi army from the west, and each tablet is where they justify their name.

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame, fortune, and fortune. Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren. Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven. Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord. Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, kill all Hu Erfang and stop. I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow. The strong man drank all the wine in the bowl, and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles.

A Red Turban Army military song sounded abruptly, the whole army began to sing, wiped away their tears and sang this military song of the Red Turban Army, it was they who sang the song from the south to defeat the north, expelled the tyranny Yuan to create the feat of the first expedition from the south to the north, and eliminated Dali Luchuan and opened up Yungui.

The singing voice was loud, with an incomparably majestic momentum, Chongzhen wiped his tears and cried, crying again, every time he saw this army, he had an urge to cry, and said, "This is my Ming loyal warrior, not what Xiyi" He looked at the tablets and said, "Ancient battles, a few people back!" Daming needs such loyal warriors! ”

"But it's not surnamed Zhu after all" Wang Chengen sighed on the side, Chongzhen shook his head, with an indescribable feeling on his face, and said, "But after all, it is my army of the Ming Dynasty" He said, with a kind of enthusiasm in his eyes, he unconsciously hummed this Yellow Turban Army military song, the sun shone on his face, the middle-aged man already looked very old, and said, "Big companion, why do I sing this song, I don't have that feeling!" ”

"Your Majesty, they are not soldiers, so naturally they don't have their feelings," Wang Chengen said, Chongzhen shook his head, "You don't understand why I think they are so similar to the Ming army more than two hundred years ago, and I and even the army of Qi'er seem to be inferior to something!" ”

"Your Majesty is worried, the Qingzhou army is strong but occupies a region, Your Highness, he controls the power of Kyushu, and he is coerced from all over the country, how can he compare" Wang Chengen said The two looked at the army in front of them, with a different kind of light on their faces.

The sky echoes this war song, he seems to have magic power to make people's hearts stir, make people cry, looking at the bloody army in front of them seems to make people imagine the Ming army more than two hundred years ago, the army that is vertical and horizontal, and the most outstanding of them is the Beifu soldiers, they look more quaint, more vicissitudes, it seems that they are not from the era of jade, and even feel that they have just woken up from their long sleep, guarding the country.

Crying, singing infected the people around, they are the ridiculous people who understand the rumors, in front of the army neatly killed more than half of the army, has proved their loyalty with blood and that tablet, looking at the army that holds the two tablets, the tears in their eyes still guarantee the appearance of the army will unconsciously shed tears.

Even the Donglin Party, a group of businessmen who represent the interests of local businessmen, are unconsciously left tears, and the tears of the elders of the cabinet of Donglin important ministers are left, they use filthy rumors to smear the soldiers in front of them, and at this moment, looking at the tablets, this group of people with copper skin and iron faces also left tears.

Zhou Tingru's tears flowed unconsciously, the rumors were made by him, and at this moment he couldn't hold back his tears, tears flowed down, and unconsciously sang this red turban army song.

"Look, the shameless group of Donglin Party is also singing" Xu Wenjue saw a group of civil and military officials in the distance from a long distance, and Han Gang next to him smiled and said, "This cheeky is not official and prosperous, it makes no sense!" ”