(The home page is strongly recommended.,Guarantee not too much.,Ask for recommendation.,Ask for collection!) PS. Zu Runze is the son of Zu Dashou, and his brain has become a nephew. I don't want to change it. Let Zu Dacheng bring a green hat back - you know. ）

The city is majestic, the drums are bursting, Lao Hong looks at the city, and all the people who are still in the city have heard the sound of the drums and the loud roar! That's Lord Xiao Yang, it's his drumming and shouting!

Lao Hong twitched his throat, clenched the flat pole in his hand, and burst out with the most powerful roar: "For the sake of Da Ming, kill!" "This is the moment when his only remaining dignity blooms! His blood was boiling, as if he had returned to the Jinning battlefield, such a killing scene.

"For the sake of Da Ming, kill! Kill all those dog slaves! At this moment, the seeds sown in the spring finally let go in anger. Gorgeous dandelions fly to the northern sky. However, their white down feathers may be stained with blood, and they will not be able to return to their hometown, and they will be buried in that land of swords and swords.

The drums beat out, and the gongs returned. This is Yang Fan's previous exercise, Yang Fan can't think of it, he really can't think of it. Finally, one day, he will stand at the head of the city, relying on the drums, to send a group of Ming people who have gone and never returned.

The city has fallen silent, and the entire Linghe City is only the sound of drums.

Boom!

Boom!

Knocking on Yang Fan's heart, he didn't dare to think about how many people could survive this group of people who went north. The tragedy of cannibalism did not happen, Yang Fan naively thought that he had changed history, but found that in the past, history played a big joke on him, and he still had to let this group of people with hoes and flat burdens go to death.

Fighting without teaching is called killing.

He was about to indirectly kill 20,000 of the Ming Dynasty's people, but his drums could not stop.

His drums can't stop. Yang Fan felt that his arm was numb, the green tendons on his hand were bulging, and sweat flowed down his arm and gathered on the tip of his elbow. With the muffled sound of drums, it fell to the ground.

He promised Qi Dabai, Lao Hong, and Lao Liu, and told them to persevere and live. He promised these simple people that one day, he would eventually lead them to cultivate the black soil of the northeast. However, at this moment, he actually brutally beat the drum for them and shouted for them to become the bait of Huang Taiji.

Boom!

Boom!

Syllable! The drumstick fell to the ground, and Yang Fan sat down weakly on the ground. He looked to the north of the sky, which should be littered with corpses at this time. This enthusiastic land is flowing with the blood of the soldiers and people of Liaodi. This qiē, the initiator of this qiē, stood alone on the high wall, beating drums for them cruelly.

Yang Fan was a little disgusted with himself, why, why should he be so conceited that he could change history and protect the 20,000 people. In the past, he hated the rulers who stood on the chariot of history, and sympathized with the poor people who were crushed by the wheels of the wheels. Now, however, he had become the man he once hated.

Yang Fan laughed and cried silently. All beings are sad and happy, their eyes are full of pity, and the corners of their mouths are self-deprecating. At this moment, Linghe City became an empty city......

One City, One Man......

Just when Zu Dashou led 20,000 migrant workers to the northern battlefield, Huang Taiji's 20,000 horses finally moved. Huang Taiji, who was galloping immediately, didn't expect that Zu Dashou would make such a stupid move. As long as Mang Gurtai holds on, and when he feels the north, these 30,000 people will naturally become his sword soul.

He Kegang was already red-eyed, and he didn't know how many wounds had been cut on his body.

The scimitar became a sickle in the hands of these Jiannu and Mongol tribes who lived on horseback.

"Die!" A Jiannu rode over, holding the scimitar in his hand backwards, and rushed towards He Kegang.

The fog was misty, and that hideous face was so hateful in He Kegang's eyes. His long knife was horizontal, and his mouth was spitting: "Dog slave, go to death!" His knife was raised in both his left and right hands. The long shining knife fell from the sky.

When the Jiannu cavalry saw the broadsword pressed down, they hurriedly countered the scimitar.

Bite!

The blades met, He Kegang shouted loudly, and pressed straight down. Jiannu failed to stop the huge force exerted by He Kegang on the long knife. The scimitar was slammed to his left shoulder.

Chirping!

A piercing voice, like a dying voice, sounded on his left shoulder. The long knife grazed the scimitar and slashed directly at his neck. Jiannu's pupils shrank, and with a muffled snort, there was no more sound, and he rolled off the horse. He Kegang glanced back at the remaining soldiers who were still fighting, there were less than four thousand people.

Ahh

The scimitar swung again, and He Kegang's body fell down on the horse. The long knife stabbed into the belly of the horse on the opposite side.

Sigh!

The Mongolian horse neighed, its front hooves volleyed into the air, and the cavalry above hurriedly tightened its reins. He Kegang waved his long knife sideways and picked it up from below. Even the people were killed and fell to the ground. There were two more wounds on his body, and he was bleeding profusely. Lao He gasped and shouted, "Brothers, hold on, reinforcements will arrive soon!" ”

"Die!"

The hideous-looking Mang Gurtai rushed directly on his horse, like a hungry wolf, and directly brandished the scimitar in his hand. Killing He Kegang, the scimitar hit the horse, and He Kegang was directly overturned and dismounted.

"Dog mongrel!" He Kegang's long knife was rounded with one hand, and it was cut directly at Mang Gurtai's horse's feet. Mang Gurtai cursed a Manchu sentence, rolled sideways to the ground, and stared at He Kegang deadly. The hungry wolf collapsed like a pounce again.

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The 10,000 cavalry under Zu Dacheng have been standing still, knowing that the spies have reported that the northern army has been killed. Strategizing, he ordered: "Guanning Iron Cavalry, flanks on both sides, and give me 20,000 Jiannu." ”

Guan Ning Tieqi has already been unbearable. The three-eyed musket in his hand had been loaded with lead beads. Due to the damp weather, the gunpowder could not be refilled until the end. The cavalry lurking on both flanks of the Azig army heard only a certain drum beat and raised their horses. Just at a distance of less than 100 meters from the golden soldiers, gunpowder was filled, ignited, and fired. It only took a distance of thirty paces, and in an instant, countless lead bullets hidden in the fog seemed to have eyes, and flew towards Azig's army.

Azig, who was still glued to Wu Xiang, suddenly felt a numbness in his right arm, and subconsciously saw it. The lead bullet that radiated residual heat was embedded in his armor at this moment. Blood was pouring down, and he looked to the right in surprise, vaguely, unable to see the reality clearly, but when he heard the sound of the approaching horses' hooves, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and the Guanning Iron Rider holding the three-eyed fire gun, like two sharp blades, directly inserted into the abdomen of the Azig army.

The Ming soldiers holding the three-eyed firearms waved the iron weapon in their hands, like the hammer of the thunder god, and slammed it on the heads, bodies, and horses of the Jiannu and the Mongols. Such a heavy weapon, after playing its role as a firearm, has become a hammer in close combat, constantly rushing and killing the army of Jiannu who have been panicked.