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The north gate opened, and a black horse grew out. Yang Fan rode a black horse and re-tied the black box behind his back. Along the way, dead bodies, blood, armor. Yang Fan has seen it, and they are all the migrant workers who originally built the city and talked and laughed with him. Many of them were killed by arrows and shelled to death.

Yang Fan's horse did not stop and headed north. This city was defended by blood. Yang Fan's face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. After Huang Taiji took 20,000 gold soldiers to the north, he rode alone and followed. He had already seen Wu Xiang's army, which was cleaning up the battlefield and taking prisoners. The dead bodies were piled up into a mountain.

"What man!?"

A few people who were cleaning the battlefield saw Yang Fan coming over on horseback and pointed at Yang Fan with a bird gun. The eyes looked at him warily.

"Han Chinese." Yang Fan stepped forward immediately.

Wu Xiang, who was helping Zu Dashou, saw that there was a situation in front of him, so he helped Zu Dashou and walked over. "What's the matter?" Wu Xiang looked at Yang Fan and had some questions, the person who came at this time was still a young man on horseback, so he asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Yang Fan, Linghe City is defending. This is the chief soldier Wu Xiang, General Wu. Zu Dashou came over.

Yang Fan dismounted and asked, "Ancestor, how many people have survived?" ”

"Of the 30,000 men, there are only 7,000 left." Zu Dashou sighed.

"There is no war that is not sacrificed. We have more than 30,000 dead, and we have replaced more than 20,000 of them in Huang Taiji, it's worth it! The adjutant on the side said excitedly.

Yang Fan said coldly: "Is it worth it?" ”

Wu Xiang on the side was curious, why the situation of the big victory, this person was the same as his father-in-law, and asked if it was worth it. "Junior, do you know how difficult this victory is? Don't we count the migrant workers and those auxiliaries, who only lost more than 10,000 people, killed 15,000 gold soldiers and captured nearly 10,000 gold soldiers, this is an unprecedented victory! He was even ready to report the victory.

"Why not, aren't they the people of the Ming Dynasty? Aren't their lives worth anything? Yang Fan said excitedly. In an instant, just yesterday, just yesterday they were encouraged to live, to persevere, and today, in just one or two hours, there are only seven thousand people left.

Now, these people are also excluding their deaths from this victory, how can this make Yang Fan not grieve and be angry.

Wu Xiang frowned, and said angrily: "Where did you come from, the wild boy, so rude!" Don't give it to Ben to take it yet! ”

"Wu Xiang, let me introduce to you, the hero of this Linghe City victory, Yang Fan."

"Is that him?" Wu Xiang looked up and down, "No wonder you are so arrogant." ”

Yang Fan looked at Wu Xiang and said slowly: "Chief Wu Bing, please pay attention to your words. I'm seeking justice for my dead people! It's not pimping with you! ”

"Haha. Good! What a Yang Fan. This general soldier will not pimp with you. The class teacher is back in the city! Today's celebration banquet, all the soldiers will not return if they are not drunk! Wu Xiang was in a good mood.

The 20,000 soldiers in Songshan and Jinzhou cheered, but only the 7,000 people who survived the catastrophe were silent. They can deeply feel the grief and anger of being used as bait, as a substitute for the dead. He is still alive, but he is just a lucky little ant, and he does not deserve the joy of victory.

Yang Fan saw the seven thousand soldiers who were infused with his soul, yes, they were all soldiers. There is not a single one who is not heroic. "Wait a minute!" Yang Fan shouted.

The cheers drowned out the youth's cries.

"Shut up!" Yang Fan roared angrily.

The cheers died down. Yang Fan looked at Zu Dashou and said, "Lord Commander, can you lend me the Guanning Iron Horse." ”

"Nope." Wu Xiang got on his horse and vetoed, "What is your identity, dare to be in charge of the army?" Did you know that I could have beheaded you right now because of your words? ”

Zu Dashou asked: "Yang Zi, this soldier really can't be borrowed." I know that these brothers have been messing with you for months, and they are all dead, and I am saddened. I'll think of what God said. Now go back. ”

Yang Fan glanced at Zu Dashou and said, "Just ask whether to borrow or not!" His blood-red eyes stared at Zu Dashou. Although he knew that this request was a little unreasonable, even a little rebellious, he still spoke up. I can't swallow this breath; This revenge is not over yet! He wants to make these soldiers and brothers blind, and he wants to let the sky above the Thirteen Peaks blow the horn that can really be regarded as victory!

"Yang Zi, you can't mess around with this." Zu Dashou hurriedly dissuaded, "I know, you are very heartbroken after sacrificing so many brothers, but you can't mess around." If it weren't for the dangerous tactics of the soldiers, we would have wiped out the entire army this time. Can't be impulsive anymore. ”

Yang Fan glanced at Zu Dashou and said, "Yes." Zu Dashou, Lao Tzu misjudged you! If you don't borrow this soldier today, you and I will cut off our robes and cut off our righteousness! ”

"Yang Zi, listen to me......" Zu Dashou knew that Yang Fan was furious, and he couldn't let him do stupid things.

Yang Fan climbed onto the black horse, looked at the seven thousand brothers, and shouted: "Brothers, there are some dogs who look down on people and don't treat us as human beings. ”

"Bastard, who are you scolding? The wild boy with no one in his eyes, if it weren't for the face of the ancestor general soldier, he would have killed you and Ma Xia now! Wu Xiang couldn't help but say angrily when he saw Yang Fan alluding to himself.

Yang Fan ignored it and said to the seven thousand brothers: "This time, it was my brother's fault that I didn't let you all live and live with dignity." Now, I, Yang Fan, are here to put my words here. Those who want to follow me to avenge these brothers, come with me! ”

The black horse rode ahead and headed north.

Seven thousand people who came out of the Daling River climbed on their horses, picked up the bird guns and three-eyed fire guns on the ground, and followed them. Seven thousand people, all tired and exhausted, for the breath in their hearts, in order to prove themselves. In the flying yellow sand, it gradually disappeared.

Wu Xiang was so angry that he rode on his horse, and laughed angrily: "A group of mud-legged people, what kind of noise can they make." Walk! This victory will definitely go down in history! Let's go back to the city, and we won't get drunk or go home! "Zu Dashou doesn't know what to do, he doesn't believe in Yang Fan, once this military power is handed over to Yang Fan, it is not a problem that he can suppress, Yang Fan and he have to be killed. Stepping on the horse, he glanced at the seven thousand people heading north, shook his head, and said, "You just haven't been hit, and this time you have tasted the bitterness, which is not a bad thing." ”

The rear is tight, and Jinzhou, which is ahead today, must hurry up and eat. Huang Taiji fled in a hurry, this Linghe City, which was desperately defended by 30,000 people, may become an empty city tonight, and there may be a few sentinels who will symbolically guard it.

Tonight, this city is destined to have only half the smoke and sand and half the blood of the city. It was the return of the heroic soul, the roar of blood! Jinzhou City, dozens of miles away, cheered and sang, a prosperous scene......