Chapter 334: Chen Guosheng

Liu Tingfeng was temporarily held in a simple cell surrounded by wooden pillars, surrounded by white tents. From the outside of the tent, only a faint black shadow can be seen inside, so that the once prominent Liu Shuai will not show his down-and-out side in public.

His hands were locked in iron handcuffs, and the heavy iron chains were holding the handcuffs, and it didn't take long for the wrists to feel sore.

There was no one else around, and the newly promoted marshal had more than ten defenses outside, and he would not let anyone else appear in this camp easily, he was talking to himself.

"When I'm old, I can't bear this bit of suffering."

He had to put his hands down naturally to lighten the burden on his arms, but even then, he always felt uncomfortable. After he got used to the life of brocade clothes and food, it would be too cruel for him to relive this situation with a frost-haired old man.

The humble cell can probably stand three or two war horses, just stop and go, it is enough.

There will be no desks, and there will be no books. The spiritual needs cannot be satisfied, but fortunately, in terms of material, Liao Rufeng does not dare to treat them badly, otherwise I am afraid that it will cause a mutiny. The three meals a day are all exquisite side dishes, which are not luxurious, but they can be swallowed and filled.

He spent the rest of his days eating and drinking, leaning on a wooden pillar with his ears stretched out, and listening to the sounds outside the tent.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion outside. Liu Tingfeng was a little worried in his heart, with the dozen or so people guarding outside, could he really stop the people who came to save him? If he is rescued, should he rejoice in the loyalty of the soldiers, or will he lament the great things that have been broken?

Thankfully, the noise outside didn't stop long after.

Liu Tingfeng dragged his handcuffs and wandered for a few steps, the chains collided together, and the crisp sound was particularly harsh in this small world. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a small arc.

At this time, the winner should be out.

The war in Changling City is still in full swing, on the one hand, to defend the city, and on the other hand, for the life of its own marshal. The two sides did not give in to each other, and they both tried their best to fight on the square inch of the city.

After all, the Qing army had the advantage of being outnumbered, and without fear of life and death, the artillery could not stop their advance, so some of them climbed the ladder to the top of the city.

At this time, the head of Changling City is like a meat grinder.

Between the swords and swords, flesh and blood fly. The ground was covered with corpses that were still warm, rivers of blood, and severed spear heads and blades could be seen everywhere.

Chen Baichuan aimed at a Qing soldier who was killing in all directions not far away, and pulled the trigger. The bullet ejected from the muzzle of the gun, through the gap between the people, and shot a bloody flower in the man's arm. The blood splattered soaked the man's clothes on his arm, and he cried out in pain.

At the moment of life and death, as soon as his thoughts relaxed, the soldiers of Chen Guo opposite would not let go of this opportunity. The knife fell, and the wound on the man's neck was more hideous than his arm.

Blood flowed slowly from the arteries, and the man fell to the ground.

After cleaning up this goal, Chen Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief and put away the musket he was holding in his hand. His eyes were like falcons roaming the wilderness, searching for his next target. And his men were not idle, and they were quickly reloading the muskets with ammunition.

There is a definite candidate.

The barrel of the gun was at the same level as his gaze, and Chen Baichuan tried his best to adjust his body shape, imitating the way a gunman should look when shooting in his memory. With his extraordinary eyesight, he always hits the target.

Every shot he fired was basically not empty. Even so, for the entire battlefield, his killing of the enemy still has little impact on the overall situation.

For this reason, he couldn't help but think of the old immortal of Wanjian Peak Lin, and if he made a move, he could wipe out this group of Qingguo people who seemed to be unkillable in one fell swoop. Of course, this is just nonsense, and the old fairy also said that he can't get out of that hole.

"Be careful."

Chen Baichuan was in a trance, and suddenly heard this shout behind him, he turned his head, but he didn't know when a Qingguo thief approached his side.

The iron knife slashed down in the middle of his head with a cold glow. This hit at once, and the entire skull may have been split.

The soldier's face was proud, surprised, and happy. Between life and death, Chen Baichuan felt that the flow of time had slowed down, and the operation of the whole world had slowed down. That's the same, he has the time to take in the expression of the thief in front of him.

The expression on the face of the Qingguo thief suddenly changed, it was pain, surprise, and fear.

Looking down, it turned out that there was a foot in his lower abdomen.

With a fierce kick, the soldier was kicked out of the air, and the knife naturally failed.

Time is running normally again.

As his gaze moved, Chen Baichuan saw that his feet were born on Chu Hui's body.

The corners of Lord Chen's mouth hooked up a smile, of course, escaping death is a thing worth laughing at.

Chu Hui stood beside him and asked, "Adults should be very careful." ”

Thanks to this person who saved his life, in fact, Chen Baichuan was in the magical situation just now, even if there was no kick from Chu Hui, he expected that the knife would not be able to cut him.

Chen Baichuan said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving my life, and I will repay you in the future." ”

Chu Hui glanced at him, then turned around and left here. 、

The battle continues, and the meeting between the two is only between the electric light. Chen Baichuan raised his musket again and aimed at the next target.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, there was a long, piercing sound of gold, and the soldiers of the Qing army looked back frequently, this was their order to retreat.

The soldier's duty is to obey orders, and everyone is tired anyway, so they can't take care of anything else for a while, and they run away one after another. As for the herald that Liu Tingfeng would be executed if the city could not be broken today, it was also subconsciously ignored by everyone.

If things continue as usual, maybe the soldiers will do their best. Just a sound of gold aroused their hearts to retreat, and even if the boss changed his mind, it would not be able to reverse the situation.

Is this a victory?

Chen Baichuan breathed a sigh of relief, in this development, Changling City would inevitably be captured. The enemy's sound of gold was simply a timely rain in the time of a long drought, saving the life of Changling City.

But why would the enemy retreat at such a time, could it be that there is still some conspiracy?

After all, if they had fought in one go, even Chen Baichuan would not have the confidence to say that this battle would be a victory for Chen Guo's side. The Qing army was crowded with people, and the soldiers of Chen Guo were almost suffocated. As for the Sichuan army, due to the limitations of weapons, it really can't exert its strength on such battlefields, but it has become a bit of a burden for the original defenders of Changling City.