Luo Xiaoyu relied on his outstanding skills and the cover of the bank's identity to go around in Liaodong and rushed to Liaoyang as far as that. Along the way, they encountered a lot of rebels, and the common people did fight bravely with the same hatred. However, the more he looked at it, the more disappointed he became, and his high confidence fell to the bottom.

The people who revolted everywhere lacked cooperation, and they were completely scattered. What they most often do is stick to a village, a cottage. Then they waited quietly for the Tartars to arrive, and even if the neighboring villages were attacked, they did not know how to help.

There is no overall situation, there is no sense of cooperation, the forces are scattered, and they are fighting for themselves!

This is the problem of the most strict zhòng of the righteous army, Luo Xiaoyu can find a way to provide some military salary information, and the rest is helpless.

The old slave's counterattack was very rapid, a large number of Han people were killed, and many rebellious villages were slaughtered and turned into scorched earth. Jiannu is using the most brutal means, almost exterminating the race, and constantly clearing one village after another.

Could it be that the great shape shì is about to be reversed? Luo Xiaoyu asked himself painfully.

"Hahaha, damn Nikan, I can't run!"

Two Tartars galloped across the field, madly chasing a man. The man had two arrows on his shoulders, and his wounds were so severe that he was almost crumbling.

Luo Xiaoyu happened to bump into it, he hurriedly hid in the artemisia grass on the side of the road, and quickly took out a one-and-a-half-foot crossbow arrow, within fifteen zhang, every shot must be hit, and all the crossbow arrows used were fed with poison.

After he hid it, Jiannu rushed to the front of him, Luo Xiaoyu raised his hand violently to shoot, an arrow hit the throat, his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground.

The other Tartar was immediately alert, hurriedly turned his horse's head, and rushed towards Luo Xiaoyu's hiding place.

"Despicable Nikan, get out!"

Sou!

The bolt hit the Tartar's horse again, and it didn't run a few steps. The horse fell, and the tartar on it threw out hard.

Luo Xiaoyu rushed up, and just as the Tartar got up, he kicked the Tartar in front of the door. Luo Xiaoyu was born in the hometown of Cangzhou martial arts, and has been skilled since he was a child, walking the rivers and lakes in his teens, and has rich experience.

However, Jianghu people have always been the ninth rate, and more than a year ago, he went to Yizhou to join the army, wanting to make a name for himself with his ability.

At the time of the enlistment test. Luo Xiaoyu is outstanding in kung fu, mature and clever, and was selected by Zhang Ke, and in the following year, he received a comprehensive training. He learned the language of Jiannu and Mongolia, and was familiar with the customs and customs, and gave him more killing skills.

Originally, Luo Xiaoyu's kung fu and tricks have become the most real thing after more than a year.

One foot down. Tartar's jaw bone was kicked and shattered, his body fell straight and fell backwards, Luo Xiaoyu stepped forward and stepped on his throat. was stunned and trampled on the tartar with his eyes protruding, and died on the spot.

After solving the two tartars, Luo Xiaoyu hurriedly ran over, and at this time, the person being pursued had fallen to the ground, and the war horse was screaming beside him. Luo Xiaoyu hurriedly picked him up. "Friend, how are you?" ”

"Water, Water ......"

Luo Xiaoyu hurriedly took out the water bladder and fed it a few mouthfuls. The man slowly opened his eyes.

"Tartar, where's the Tartar?"

"I killed them all!"

"Oh!" The man grinned twice, then coughed.

"Friend, who are you from that I will send you back?"

"No need, I won't be able to, friend, if you kill the Tartar, I will believe you! Do you know who I am? ”

"I don't know."

"Hehe, my name is Liu Xingren, and my brother's name is Liu Xingzuo, which is what Tatar said about Liu Aita!"

"It's him!"

Luo Xiaoyu was startled and almost threw Liu Xingren to the ground.

This Liu Aita is so famous, he was originally from Kaiyuan, and he was taken captive by the Tartars. Because he was smart and clever, he was gradually appreciated by the old slave and was promoted to the army.

When attacking Liaoyang and Shenyang, Liu Aita also made meritorious achievements, all the way to the rank of deputy general, responsible for garrisoning Jinzhou and Fuzhou, in terms of favored Cheng Dù, far above Li Yongfang, was designated as the first traitor!

If I knew that he was the brother of a traitor, it would be better to let the Tartars kill him.

Luo Xiaoyu was moved to kill, Liu Xingren seemed to be aware, and said with a wry smile: "Friend, do you think I'm a traitor?" ”

"Isn't it?" Luo Xiaoyu asked coldly.

"Hey, in the past, our brothers were ignorant and greedy for glory, the Tartars gave us gold and silver, and gave us official positions, and our brothers did things for the Tartars, cough cough ......" Liu Xingren said remorsefully: "Confused, confused!" The Tartars are not people at all, they are just a pack of beasts. In the eyes of the old slaves, our brothers are nothing more than dogs dealing with the Han people! ”

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Liu Xingren and stared at him tightly, and the pain on his face didn't seem to be fake.

"Friend, my brother said, you can't watch the Tartars kill the Han people. It just so happened that in the first few days, I knew that the Tartars were going to send men and horses to clear the rebels, and I was ordered to come out and inform everyone to get ready, but I didn't expect to encounter the Tartars, and my brothers were killed. ”

Speaking of this, Liu Xingren coughed again, blood foam gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't survive.

"What you said is true, your eldest brother Liu Aita still has a trace of conscience?"

Liu Xingren nodded with difficulty: "Big, eldest brother, he regrets it, thinks, thinks, and returns to the Ming ......."

"Well, don't worry, if your eldest brother really has a heart, I will help you take care of it!"

Liu Xingren's eyes widened suddenly, his hands tightly grasped Luo Xiaoyu's arm, and his fingers were digging into the flesh.

"You, you are from the Ming Dynasty?"

"Well, Zhang Shaobao sent me!"

"Oh, I've heard a long time ago that he's a hero, hateful, you can't follow Lord Shaobao to kill the Tartars......" Liu Xingren's voice became smaller and smaller, his head tilted, and his breath was broken.

Luo Xiaoyu carried him to the pile of rubbles on the side of the road, but he kept thinking in his heart, if Liu Aita can really take refuge in Daming, he will definitely be able to deal a fatal blow to the Tartars, and he must report to Shaobao as soon as possible!

……

"The hell it's getting colder!" A few patrolling Tartars clasped their arms and kept complaining.

"Don't talk about it, I'm a little soju here, warm up."

An old Tartar took out his skin and handed it to the young man opposite, and the young Jiannu took it and took a sip.

"Phew, what's sour!" He spit it out and said hatefully, "What kind of wine is this?" It's not as good as horse pee. ”

The elderly Jiannu snatched it and sneered: "Stinky boy, you just have a few days of good life, and you have forgotten what you have changed, this was good wine in the past!" He said as he tilted his neck and took a few puffs, looking intoxicated.

The other Tartars looked at each other, and they couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, a tartar looked out to the sea and shouted, "Great, here comes the wine!" ”

I saw a large white banner appear on the rippling blue sea. From far to near, it is particularly eye-catching. During these days, they were too familiar with the fleet, silk and porcelain from Jiangnan, household goods, and recently food and military supplies.

In private, the Tartars also despise the merchants of the Ming Dynasty, don't they know that if they take these things, they are going to kill the Han people. But think about it. If the Han people are ironclad, I'm afraid they will still fish in the ravine!

"Hahaha, there are so many ships here, and there are a lot of good things guaranteed. Hurry up and grab it, first come, first served! ”

According to the usual experience, when unloading the ship, Bao Shiqing will take out good things very generously. Distribute it to everyone, and this time is no exception, they hurriedly ran to fight.

The dock was crowded with people. The leader of the leader, Tartar Zhangjing, craned his neck and looked out to sea.

"Good guy, there are more ships than ever before, by the way, why didn't you see Mr. Bao, where did he go?"

The surrounding Tartars looked at each other, not only Bao Shiqing, but even the other guys didn't come to the accounting room! Could it be that Mr. Bao has forgotten the time?

"Go, a few of you go and remind Mr. Bao and ask him to come over quickly."

"Yes!" A few Tartars hurried to find someone, and at this time the ship was getting closer and closer, and suddenly a Zhang Jing frowned, he stared at the ship, and muttered to himself: "It's not right! ”

The more he looked, the more he frowned, as the merchant ships were usually full, and the ships had a very deep draft, so he had to be extra careful when entering the port, otherwise it would be easy to run aground.

This time, however, the draft of the ship was very shallow, and it was light on the sea, and it was unstoppable, rushing directly to the shore.

"It's not good, go intercept!" Several Tartars hurriedly ran to the boat, and before they could row over, the bow of the Ming army suddenly changed its flag, symbolizing that the flag of the Denglai sailors was raised to the mast.

The bow bulkhead was removed, the black muzzles were aimed at the dock, and all the Tartars were dumbfounded, their eyes widened and they did not know what to do.

The spark flickered, and a heavy cannonball flew out, landing right in the middle of the crowd.

The eighteen-pounder redcoat cannon may not be anything at sea, but in the face of the army, it is a killing artifact, and the Tartars stand extremely densely.

Where the shells passed, a hideous alley of blood, countless Tartars were shattered at this moment, turning into stumps and fragments all over the ground, and the howls of despair made everyone numb.

"Fire!"

The Rumi Men on the deck raised their guns and fired deadly bullets, and the nearby Tartars fell to the ground like wheat harvests, and the blood flowed into the sea, and the sea changed color.

"Shoot, shoot! Kill all the Tartars! ”

The sound of guns continued, and in an instant, the Tartars paid a heavy price, and two or three hundred people lost their lives, half of which were shattered by the artillery, and there were not even corpses.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The Tartars were like frightened birds and beasts, and they ran away, and the docks were in chaos, and many of them were trampled under the feet of their companions, and turned into a pile of corpses, losing their voices.

The big ship rushed to the sea, and the soldiers jumped out of the boat, wading waist-deep in the icy water, and strode forward. Ming Wenyuan personally led the team, he didn't like to use firearms, and the most trusted thing was the big knife in his hand.

He chopped five tartars in one go, and Ming Wenyuan enjoyed the excitement of this blood.

"Brothers, follow me!"

The Ming army bit the Tartars to the death, and pursued them closely, and the Tartars kept being killed.

At this time, Yu Weiliang, who had been tortured by seasickness for several days, also landed on land, his legs were as soft as cotton, but his momentum was not weak, and when he saw that Ming Wenyuan had taken the lead, he suddenly shouted.

"Hurry up, children, or there will be no soup!" (To be continued......)