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Due to the inferiority of the Ming army's equipment, officers and soldiers are really easy to distinguish.

On the side of the Ming army, as long as they are wearing armor, they must be officials, at least the general flag, or even the general up.

At this time, Li Yuanqing was dressed in silver iron armor, and he was surrounded by everyone in the center, this real slave almost didn't have to think about it, Li Yuanqing must be a key figure in the Ming army.

Soon, under the cover of more than a dozen strong men of the Han army, he had already broken through a gap in the defense of the Ming army in front of him, and hurriedly rushed towards Li Yuanqing's side.

Li Yuanqing also discovered the actions of this real slave at this time, and couldn't help but sneer.

It is easy for the Houjin army to distinguish between the officers and soldiers, but on the side of the Ming army, it is not difficult to distinguish whether they are real slaves or not.

Like the Ming army, the real slaves, as the masters, will definitely be surrounded by the soldiers of the Han army, and on their backs, there will be a variety of small flags, which are also the embodiment of military merit and identity.

"Be careful, sir."

Seeing that this real slave was getting closer and closer, Junzi was the first to pounce and stopped in front of Li Yuanqing, for fear that this real slave would be violent.

Is it his little brother, Li Yuanqing was very satisfied with Junzi's reaction, but waved his hand to let Junzi step aside, "Junzi, you dodge, you are not his opponent." I got it. ”

Li Yuanqing said, already handling his own steel knife.

Seeing that Li Yuanqing didn't hide, this real slave seemed to want to fight him head-on, and couldn't help laughing, just like a living ghost.

Junzi still wanted to say something, at this time, the real slave of the Han Army Banner had already come up, and Shunzi had no choice but to deal with these miscellaneous pieces first.

And the personal soldiers around Li Yuanqing were also quickly harassed by the other minions of this real slave, and they were only distracted to deal with it.

At this time, at the head of the city, in the battle formation of the Ming army, and surrounded by Li Yuanqing's headquarters, this real slave actually dared to kill him single-handedly, without fear.

Even Li Yuanqing had to admire his courage.

The Jurchens are less than 10,000, and 10,000 are invincible.

The Jurchen warriors who are at their peak and heyday are by no means comparable to their descendants who only know how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, fight dogs and walk birds.

In a moment, this real slave had already come to Li Yuanqing, he smiled darkly, suddenly waved the hammer in his hand, and slammed it towards Li Yuanqing's head.

Although he has never been in contact with him, just looking at his movements and strength, Li Yuanqing already understands that this guy is afraid that his brute force is strong.

At the critical moment, Li Yuanqing didn't dare to slack off, rolled low, and suddenly attacked the real slave's next plate.

Li Yuanqing had already seen that this real slave was almost armed to the teeth, only with his feet, only wearing leather boots, and not enough protection.

This real slave didn't expect Li Yuanqing to be so insidious, he didn't fight back at him head-on, and actually walked down the road of three indiscriminate.

He smiled darkly, and the fierce light in his eyes was revealed, "Despicable mud, looking for death." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly withdrew his hammer and slammed it down with swift speed.

Li Yuanqing's seven souls are about to be scared out of the six tricks, this dog's tartar is like a bull, and he is still moving so fast, it's unscientific.

But when the crisis came, Li Yuanqing didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly rolled to the side, slashing fiercely, straight to the back of this real slave.

After all, this real slave has too much armor on his body, it is very heavy, and he is still comfortable in the front direction, but Li Yuanqing raided his back, and for a while, he didn't have time to turn back.

Hearing only a 'click', Li Yuanqing's steel knife had already slashed at the back of his heart.

But to Li Yuanqing's horror, the steel knife only split a layer of iron armor on the outside of him, but inside, it couldn't cut it down, as if it had touched hard steel.

The real slave coughed a little painfully, turned around suddenly, looked at Li Yuanqing coldly, and said in jerky Chinese: "Despicable Ming dog, you are dead." ”

As he spoke, he swung the sledgehammer again and swung it towards Li Yuanqing.

Li Yuanqing only really understood the combat power of this real slave at this time, this dog's day, it was like a beast, every move and every style was straight to kill, and all the opponents that Li Yuanqing's predecessor had come into contact with were completely different.

Even Hong Qiang, who has the same brute strength, is probably not the opponent of this real slave.

But at this time, the soldiers around him have been involved by this real slave's Han Army Banner minions, and in a short period of time, Li Yuanqing could not get support, so he could only bite the bullet and entangle with this beast-like real slave.

This real slave has great strength, Li Yuanqing didn't dare to fight him head-on, relying on his height and long arms, he dodged again and again.

It's like that top boxing match back then, like a beast Tyson, against Holyfield.

Holyfield did not have an advantage in strength, relying on his flexible pace, constantly consuming Tyson's physical strength, irritating his emotions, and finally, the invincible boxing champion Tyson was cut off the horse.

At this time, although Li Yuanqing is not as chic as Holyfield, after all, he is young, strong, full of physical strength, and occupies the advantage of the home field, so he can barely cope.

In a short time, this real slave had already swung dozens of hammers, but they were all avoided by Li Yuanqing one by one.

Through the rhythm of his breathing, Li Yuanqing already understood that this dog day was not a fairy, he was tired, and his movements were no longer as fast and ruthless as just now.

Facing him swinging his hammer again, Li Yuanqing suddenly sneered, "Dog offal, your time of death has come." ”

Before the words fell, Li Yuanqing turned over, and the steel knife in his hand slashed fiercely, and slashed towards the ankle on the side of the real slave.

This real slave's physical strength has decreased, and his reaction has been a little slow, not to mention that Li Yuanqing would suddenly attack at this time, and he couldn't react for a while, so he had to jump up in a hurry to avoid Li Yuanqing's fierce blow.

But unexpectedly, Li Yuanqing had already prepared, and between the rolls, he had already come to the back of this real slave.

Like a predatory tiger, Li Yuanqing's whole body suddenly exerted force, almost gathered all his strength, and slammed into the back of this real slave with the weight of his entire body.

This real slave jumped up just now, and his footing was unstable, and at this time, under Li Yuanqing's almost desperate violent impact, he could no longer stabilize the lower plate, and a 'dog eats', and fell directly to the ground head-on.

Li Yuanqing was willing to let go of this opportunity, flew and pounced on the real slave's body, grabbed his money braid, and the steel knife in his hand wiped violently against his neck according to his painful raised head.

Li Yuanqing didn't know what the sound was, it was like chopping ribs in later generations, chopping the cartilage, and this feeling came from the steel knife in his hand, and the next moment, a hot liquid had erupted from his neck, splashing Li Yuanqing's face.

Li Yuanqing instinctively licked it with his tongue, it was salty, it was the smell of blood.

After an instant, the real slave's body stopped struggling, the hammer in his hand suddenly loosened, and his head hung stiffly on the ground.

"Ah~~~~. Tartar of the dog day. Come on. Come on-------"

Only then did Li Yuanqing come back to his senses, his hand fell with a knife, and he cut off the head of this real slave with a knife, and held it high above the head of the country, as if he was crazy, and roared madly.

The soldiers around him only reacted at this time, and when they saw that Li Yuanqing was so brave, they couldn't help but be demoralized.

"Your Excellency is mighty."

"Your Excellency is mighty."

"Adults will win ......"

The Han army banner slaves who rushed up were completely dumbfounded, they really didn't expect that the 'Baturu' who was canonized by the Han Dynasty himself, would actually die under the knife of such an unknown Ming army officer, this, how could this be?

In a moment, these minions of the Han Army Banner also reacted, and charged towards Li Yuanqing's side like crazy, they had to snatch the body of this real slave back.

On the one hand, if the body of Baturu can be recovered, these Han soldiers can get a lot of his property and be exempted from capital crimes.

Otherwise, the master is dead, and the slave is still alive, which is something that Allah will never allow to happen.

This is also the rule of the Jurchens, if the warrior dies in battle, others snatch his body back and bring it back to his hometown, and he can get half of his family property.

But at this time, the morale of the surrounding Ming army has been completely brought up by Li Yuanqing, how can they let these Han army banner minions rush to the side of the adult Li Yuanqing, and they have desperately blocked it, forming a human defense line.

Li Yuanqing did not retreat, and watched this scene coldly.

Although he cherished the soldiers enough, by really fighting with the real slaves at this time, Li Yuanqing also found that the soldiers under his command, not to mention the real slaves, were too far behind even these Han army banner minions.

But this is not an inherent disadvantage, but a lack of war experience, insufficient training.

At this time, in this state, resources are already limited, and Li Yuanqing cannot guarantee that every brother under his command can get out of the way.

The big waves wash the sand, ~~~ Fang began to see real gold.

This can't blame Li Yuanqing for being cruel.

If you want to catch Li Yuanqing's 'Noah's Ark', then the sons and daughters under your command must show their true skills.

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In the depths of the city, the battle around Li Yuanqing lasted for a quarter of an hour before it gradually stopped.

Although these Han army banner minions are brave, after all, they have penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Ming army, and in the absence of follow-up support, even if they are Daluo immortals, how can they withstand the crowd offensive of Li Yuanqing's troops?

Eventually, one by one, they collapsed on the icy ground.

But although it was a little quiet here, on the sandbag stairs on the other side of the city wall, the battle was more intense, Li Yuanqing did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers around him to quickly go up and block the opening of the Houjin army.

Soon, these soldiers rushed forward one after another, and the total strength of the follow-up two soldiers was also replenished to the front of the formation, and Li Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking around, Li Yuanqing's heart was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Although the real slave squad of nearly twenty people was wiped out, the price paid by their own side was not tragic.

As far as Li Yuanqing could see, at least thirty of his subordinates, together with their opponents, fell on the cold city wall, and countless people were injured.

Except for the two or three people killed by this real slave, the rest are all the records of his Han army banner minions.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

The dignified Han nation, the descendants of Yan and Huang, and the descendants of God, have fallen to such a state......

It is said that it is against real slaves, but more than eighty percent of them are fights between Han people and Han people, what kind of irony should this be?

But then again, Houjin can let these Han army banner soldiers work so hard, regardless of life and death, isn't it the ability?

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the sage of the Chu State back then, crying bloody Mingzhi, "The road is long, I will go up and down and seek ......"

In an instant, Li Yuanqing's gaze became more and more determined.

The blood of his companions can't defeat his will, and Houjin's strength is not a reason.

The dignified Han nation, with a history of 5,000 years, has produced many heroes and talented people.

How can this long-standing orthodox civilization be castrated by the butcher's knife of foreign barbarians? How can the darkness of the Hereafter be recurred?

As Mencius said, "In five hundred years, there will be a king." ”

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns,

Even if the words and writings behind him,

Even if there are a lot of bones around you,

Even if you are dying without a whole body......

None of these --------, can be a reason to stop the advance of the Han nation.

Li Yuanqing's big hand suddenly pierced the skull cavity of this real slave, and the red and white things flowed sideways, and he looked up to the sky like crazy and roared, "Come on." Come on. If you want to take Lao Tzu's head, then come! ”

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