"Your Majesty, the county seat of Wanxian County can be broken today." On a high platform temporarily erected, Qin Feng sat upright, watching this big siege battle, Lu Feng stood on one side and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has itchy hands, and the last general is willing to accompany Your Majesty to practice your hands."

Gonggong Le, who was originally low-eyed and pleasing to the eye, immediately raised his head and glared at Lu Feng angrily: "General Lu, what is the identity of Chunfeng this year, and you still need Your Majesty to take action personally?" If Ma Yue is still here about the same, if you have itchy hands, I'll walk with you."

Lu Feng coughed dryly a few times, turned his head and looked at the battlefield again, didn't he have itchy hands? Since the beginning of the war, he really didn't have any fights, he just opened the frame to fight with Nian Chunfeng, but this guy is an old genus, as soon as he saw that something was wrong, he turned around and ran back to Wanxian County, and then this battle became an attack by the Ming army, a defense by the Qin army, and there was no longer a place for the miner battalion. Seeing the other war camps show their strength and kill happily, but the miner battalion, which is known as the first war camp of the Ming Dynasty, can only watch from the side.

"In this battle, it seems that the new battalion is about to win the first prize again." Lu Feng clenched his fists, and the fierce thunderstorm of the new battalion on the opposite side had already stood on the head of the city.

"General Lu, I feel the same way as you at this point, the new battalion trained by General Yang Zhi is no less effective than our old Ming battalion!" Le Gonggong smiled and nodded again and again, the relationship between Yang Zhi and the emperor and empress is extraordinary, and more importantly, Yang Zhi is still the prince's godfather, and Le Gonggong looks at him and other generals, which is naturally different.

"Ten taels of silver, bet!" With a snort, Qin Feng took out a ticket worth ten taels of silver from his arms and shook it in front of the two of them.

Father-in-law Le made a bitter face when he saw this silver ticket, isn't this his? I lost a bet with Your Majesty that day, and now Your Majesty will use these ten taels of silver as the principal.

"Your Majesty won't bet on General Yang to win, then I won't take this handicap minion!" Le Gong's head shook like a rattle.

"I won't answer either!" Lu Feng glanced at the opposite side, the thunderstorm had already gained a foothold on the city wall, and Yang Zhi was also running towards the city wall, and when Yang Zhi also went to the city wall, everything stopped.

"Today I'm betting on Tiger Ben and Yulin!" Qin Feng smiled and said, "How about it, ten taels of silver!"

"Then I'm betting! I'm betting on General Yang Zhi!" When Father-in-law Le heard this, he was overjoyed, and grabbed the front of Lu Feng, and he had already pulled out a silver ticket in his hand and put it in Qin Feng's hand.

Lu Feng also took out a silver ticket from his arms, but hesitated and looked at Qin Feng: "Your Majesty, you only have ten taels, if you lose, what is the loss?"

As soon as Qin Feng heard this, he looked sideways with his eyes, and Lu Feng immediately put the silver ticket in his hand in Qin Feng's hand, "Your Majesty, I bet on the Tiger Feather Forest!"

Father-in-law Le was happy when he heard it, this is the rhythm of the hair, this Lu Feng is a good hand at patting on the back, and he would rather accompany His Majesty to lose money! It's very good, this time not only can you recover the ten taels you lost earlier, but you can also earn Lu Feng's ten taels by the way.

Qin Feng held three tickets in his hand and shook them in front of Grandpa Le, "Grandpa Le, how much is your monthly silver?"

"Twenty taels, Your Majesty!" Le Gong Gong.

"It's lower!" Qin Feng smiled and said, "Go back and give yourself a little more."

"Your Majesty, the minister has grown up in the palace since he was a child, and there is no place to use money at all, and silver is of little use to me." Le Gonggong smiled.

"After all, you still have to use money." Qin Feng said with a smile: "You are about to lose all your money this month, and you still have to owe ten taels, so go back and give yourself a little more!"

Listening to Qin Feng's words, Father-in-law Le turned his head to look in the direction of Wanxian County: "No, how can I look at it, the old slave is about to win!"

No matter from which point of view, the new battalion is now indeed in absolute advantage, the thunderstorm has gained a firm foothold on the city wall, he has opened a small bridgehead on the city wall, behind him, the soldiers of the new battalion, are constantly rushing up through the siege auxiliary road, and began to expand the base area continuously.

The two maces of the thunderstorm don't know how many Ming soldiers have been smashed away, and they have killed a few Qin army officers, and the armor is covered with bloodstains, and there are a lot of meat strips hanging on the barbs of the two maces, not to mention rushing up to fight against him, just looking at it, he feels creepy, round eyes, although he is difficult, but still moves forward step by step.

When there was a loud bang, the mace and a big knife knocked together, and with a turn of the wrist, he wanted to hook the single knife and then grab the knife to kill the enemy, but the opponent in front of him was obviously not ordinary, he shouted angrily, the single knife kept moving back, and the sound of the card actually cut off a barb of the mace, and the knife was as bright as snow, cutting straight to the throat of the thunderstorm.

"Good time!" Suddenly encountered a strong enemy, the thunderstorm was also in high spirits, screaming and rushing forward, and the other mace was already smashed on the head, bringing out the strong wind, so that all the soldiers around him were staggered. And his opponent did not show weakness, the knife rose like falling snow, the sound of swishing kept ringing, and he didn't know how many knives he had cut down for a while.

In the loud noise, the thunderstorm took a few steps back, and the Qin general on the opposite side also staggered back, the thunderstorm glanced at his mace, the barbs on the two sticks have been cut off countless roots, and now it is more like two laundry mallets, and the Qin general on the opposite side, a thick-backed big knife, has also become a saw at this moment.

He is Ma Xin, after fleeing from Huanghua Mountain and returning to the city, he was responsible for the defense of the east city, his luck was really bad, at the beginning of the defeat, he encountered the onslaught of the new battalion. Seeing the thunderstorms constantly assaulting the city, he could only personally stop the enemy.

But the two of them were only half a catty, and Thunderstorm pounced again with a grim smile. Behind him, more and more Ming troops have broken through to the city.

"Die!" In the roar, the thunderstorm pounced again, and Ma Xin exchanged a few moves, the two of them were clear about each other's details, but half a catty and half a two, the thunderstorm only needed to entangle the opponent, and the Ming army behind him could continue to expand its position, and in the confrontation at the level of soldiers, the soldiers of the new battalion were more than one grade stronger than the Qin army.

The wind in front of him was loud, a big red cherry blossom suddenly bloomed in front of him, among the red flowers in full bloom, the dazzling bright color came to the face, the sharp force made the thunderstorm stand upside down, screamed, two maces overlapped in front of the chest, when there was a sound, the red flowers were all gone, and what appeared in front of him was a spear, the tip of the spear was nailed to the mace head, the mace blocked the spear head, but it did not block the sharp force of the spear. The two maces collided backwards, and with a choking sound, the thunderstorm flew upside down, spitting blood as it flew.

The Ming army in the city let out an exclamation, where the thunderstorm flew out, but the city wall was more than ten meters high, and the thunderstorm was naturally clear, but now the true qi in his body was chaotic, and he couldn't lift it in one breath at all.

Nian Chunfeng! Above the head of the city, a spear swallowed, constantly picking off the Ming army that attacked the head of the city. The bridgehead that was finally knocked down is about to be lost.

The sound of snorting came, and two more spears suddenly appeared on the falling thunderstorm, supporting him to fly forward, snatching two sounds, and deeply penetrating into the city wall, the thunderstorm turned over and rode on top of the two spears, took a deep breath, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and finally suppressed the churning blood, looked down at the mace in his hand, and couldn't help but be startled, and then the mace at the front of Nian Chunfeng's chest blow was actually pierced out of a hole, and then looked at the breastplate, and concave a large piece inward, at that moment, If you slow down a little bit, or make a slight mistake in judgment, you will be pierced in the chest by this shot.

The two spears were naturally shot by Yang Zhi, at this time, he was like a demon god, and he was still flying towards the city wall, but in front of him, more than twenty spears stabbed towards the city head in unison, breaking through the shield and knocking away the Qin soldiers, when he fell to the city wall and stood firm, there was no Qin army within ten steps in front of him.

"The general is mighty!" The thunderstorm couldn't help but howl, and after a snort, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and one turned over and stood up, his feet sank, and he pressed the spear shaft downward, and when the spear shaft rebounded, the thunderstorm shouted again and rushed towards the city.

In the small position established earlier, there were only a dozen soldiers left who were still struggling to resist, Ma Xin was advancing forward with his saw knife, and with a swing of the knife, he cut down a Ming soldier to the ground.

"Lao Tzu is back again!" Thunderstorm picked up the mace in both hands, fell from the sky, and smashed it viciously at Ma Xin below, now he is very relieved that Nian Chunfeng will never appear in front of him again, because his boss is here.

At this time, Nian Chunfeng was indeed with Yang Zhidou. The huge black sword in Yang Zhi's hand and Nian Chunfeng's big spear flew above the city, Nian Chunfeng did not force Yang Zhi down the city, and Yang Zhi failed to knock him down. The two formed a stalemate.

Dongcheng was in danger, and seeing that it was about to be breached, Nian Chunfeng finally took action in person, because he knew that the fierce generals in the new battalion, especially their main general Yang Zhi, was a master of martial arts cultivation to the ninth level, and in this ten thousand county towns, no one could stop him except himself.

Of course, Nian Chunfeng couldn't come alone, and with him rushed to Dongcheng, it was Nian Chunfeng's personal guards, these people were naturally not the county soldiers who were temporarily recruited, but the good hands who had followed Nian Chunfeng for many years.

Their arrival stabilized the situation and brought the eastern city, which was on the verge of being breached, back to a stalemate.

Nancheng, Jian Fang and Jiang Haotie blushed, this time, the faces of their two battalions of Huben and Yulin were lost, first when they fought Bauhinia Mountain, they lost to Chen Shaowei and Ke Zhen, and then later, they actually let Ma Dong, the guard of Bauhinia Mountain, break through with thousands of people and flee back to Wanxian County.

After an hour of fighting, Wanxian still held the defense line steadily, and the opportunity to break the city had just appeared in the east city, but it was pressed down again in an instant, and the soldiers who defended the city were greatly invigorated, and the Ming army of the southern city siege army, which had a little upper hand, was pressed back again.

Jian Fang's eyes were blood-red, Jiang Hao was the same, Hu Ben Yulin was the garrison of Yuejing City, that could be regarded as the Son of Heaven's pro-army, if this lost face was not recovered, how would he gain a foothold in the Ming army in the future?

Jian Fang tore off the armor on his body with a bang, and stood shirtless in front of the captains and sentinels of the two battalions of Huben and Yulin that he had just assembled, "If you don't break the city, you will die!"

Jiang Hao took a step forward and also ripped off the armor on his body, which was the same as Jian Fang, revealing the scars all over his body in front of all the soldiers.

"If you don't break the city, you die!"

The two turned and galloped towards the city wall, and behind them, a death squad of hundreds of lieutenants and sentinels rushed forward with shouts.