"Ahh Fan Zhen was taken aback by the huge sound of cannons not far away.

From the first round of the first round, to the second round of three shots, the artillery of the Dengzhou army fired too fast. This kind of fast speed completely surpassed Fan Zhen's imagination.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three powerful flowering bullets exploded at the position of the Manchurian White Flag, and Duoduo's eight-foot-tall Baylor banner fell diagonally.

With the fall of the white flag, countless stumps and severed arms were thrown into the air by the shock wave of the cannon explosion, and a rain of blood rose around the place where the cannonballs landed. After the flesh and blood scattered, three wisps of green smoke rose.

"Sir, what do you think is the power of my Dengzhou Army's artillery?" Wang Rui asked meaningfully.

"Sure enough, the power is huge, like the sky is collapsing!" After witnessing the power of the explosion of the Dengzhou Army's shells, Fan Jian turned pale with fright and muttered.

"The general's Dengzhou army is really invincible in the world! As soon as this cannon burst out, it immediately eroded! Congratulations to the general, congratulations to the general! Fan Jian handed the telescope back to Wang Rui, bent down, and gave a deep salute.

"Rejoice and rejoice! This is also a cannon of sir! Wang Rui politely helped Fan Jian up and said with a meaningful smile.

"My cannon? Why did the general say this. Fan Jian was a little confused. This is obviously a cannon placed on the position of your Dengzhou army, why did it become mine?

"Sir stands with us now. Wherever you point, hit this cannon! It's not your cannon, and whose cannon? Wang Rui explained with a smile.

"Oh!" Fan Jian couldn't help but nodded. He thought to himself, it seems to be the same!

Duoduo, this ugly boy is amazing, isn't he? The dearest son of the old boar skin. Now, isn't Lao Tzu still bombarding with shelling? Hum! Kill him.

Fan Jian thought of Duoduo, an ugly and ruthless wolf cub, and he was angry in his heart. This wolf cub not only robbed Fan Wencheng's concubine, but even Fan Jian's mother and wife did not let go.

Although Fan Jian reluctantly followed the traitor father to become a slave, he grew up with Confucian education after all. In his bones, he is still very toothy about the absurd and chaotic obscene style of Manchu.

Hey, I don't know if these three or four cannons will go down, whether this dog will be killed or not!

Fan Jian unconsciously stood with the Dengzhou Army. Seems to feel pretty good!

"My lord! Meals are ready, go back to eating! Wang Rui was accompanying Fan Jian in a daze, and Brother Yin hurriedly ran to urge.

"Go, go! Ben will prepare a few glasses of thin wine, and today I will not get drunk with my husband! Wang Rui warmly beckoned Fan Jian to go back together.

Half an hour later, Wang Rui took Fan Jian and everyone back to the Yizhou Prefecture Hall.

Every desk in the lobby was full of wine and food, especially the dishes on the desk in front of Fan Jian. Braised food, stewed food, boiled food, you name it.

"Come, come, come! Cheers to Mr. Fan and our Dengzhou Army standing together! Wang Rui first gave a toast.

"Congratulations to the Lord! Congratulations to Mr. Fan! The generals shouted in unison.

"Hey, hey! Brothers, you are welcome. Fan Jian was also infected by the enthusiasm of Wang Rui and the others, and raised his glass to toast Wang Rui: "The student has thanked the lord!" ”

Unconsciously, Fan Jian put his identity in the position of Wang Rui's subordinates.

"Come, come, come! Today, let's learn from the heroes of Shuibo Liangshan, have a big bowl of wine, and eat meat in a big piece! The dragon on the side greeted very cooperatively.

"Haha! The brother of the Dengzhou Army is really a hero! The students were presumptuous today, accompanying the strong men to eat the flesh of Hulu, laughing and talking about thirsty for the blood of the Huns. Fan Jian also became full of anger at this time.

"Haha, good man, that's it! Dry! Wang Rui raised his glass and drank it with everyone.

"Come, come, come! Mr. Fan, eat vegetables, eat meat! Chen Ming and others were very enthusiastic.

"Well, Mr. Fan is now his own family, just be casual, you're welcome! Eat! You can't eat such good food and drink on the Manchurian side! Zhu Lei and others began to persuade them to eat and drink.

If people who don't know see this scene, there is a good chance that they will think that these guys are long-lost brothers.

After eating and drinking, Wang Rui waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Be quiet and quiet!" Brother Fan, it's rare to come once, let's sing a song and welcome! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! In this situation, how can there be no poetry to sing? Chen Song, a fan, first responded enthusiastically.

"Yes, just sing "Correcting Lao Qin"" Zhu Lei proposed.

"Come, a hundred songs!" Wang Rui held a chopstick in one hand and directed the crowd to sing a chorus.

"Defend Lao Qin, go to the national disaster together, go to Lao Qin, restore my rivers and mountains. Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce! There is Daqin in the west, such as the sun rising, a hundred years of national hatred, and the vicissitudes of life! The world is in turmoil, how can Corning! Qin has a sharp soldier, who competes with it! ”

Soon, more than a dozen soldiers of the Dengzhou Army shouted in unison with their thick voices. Fan Jian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

What can be sung by these incomplete five notes?

Slowly, however, he began to hear the extraordinary. Because the more they sang, the more passionate they became, and the more they sang, the more imposing they became, and this rich singing voice shook the world.

And Fan Jian also found that although these people didn't sing well, they were singing wholeheartedly, as if they had to do all the strength they had in their lives. Some of them had low tear points, and faintly, there were still crystal tears hanging in their eyes.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together, old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains......" Fan Jian couldn't help but sing softly, and his voice became louder and louder.

After a song, everyone picked up their wine glasses again, picked up chopsticks and began to eat. Maybe it's because I've walked a lot today, or because I'm in a good mood today, Fan Jian unconsciously ate and drank a lot.

"Did Mr. Fan eat well today?" After being full of wine and food, Wang Rui put down his chopsticks and asked Fan Jian.

"Thank you for your care! Today's food and drinks are really delicious! Fan Jian put down his chopsticks and replied with satisfaction.

"Haha! In order to entertain Mr., our lord has moved out the fat uncle! Long Dulu introduced with a smile.

"Fat uncle? Is it from a famous chef? Fan Jian was also curious.

"Haha, of course it's a famous chef! He made a full Han banquet for Mr. today! Chen Ming added.

"Oh? Can you please come and see us? After seven or eight glasses of old wine, Fan Jian's sour literati pretended to be cheap again, and he had to invite the chef to come out to see him.

"This ......" both Long Dulu and Chen Ming hesitated. With Wang Rui as the lord, of course, everything must be decided by Lord Wang.

"Haha, what's so hard about that? There is a boring fat uncle, please! Wang Rui waved his hand at Brother Yin, who was running errands.