There were not too many people rushing out with Ding Yi, only twenty people, they were holding torches, the fuse on the grenade had been truncated and was sparkling, and the twenty grenades that were neatly thrown flew more than ten steps away in front of Yingzong.

And standing in front of Yingzong, because of the sudden death of the commander, and a little helpless, the three Warats, they saw a bright knife light, the long knife in Ding's hand quickly wiped the throats of the two Warats, Zuihou The Warat people just raised the knife, a violent explosion burst out behind him, and the wave of qi pushed him forward, and what greeted him was the long knife that Ding Yi slashed at his neck.

When the twenty brocade guards threw themselves into the smoke of the black powder explosion, they retreated to Ding Yi after indiscriminately mending their swords, but they heard Ding Yi say to them: "Go back." This made them stunned, just now when Ding Yi asked Hu Shan to escort the holy decree back to Beijing, and ordered these twenty people who volunteered to follow him to kill them back, they didn't think about leaving alive.

"How do you memorize the drill code?" Ding Yi frowned, he was reluctant to die here like this, and brought them to Tumu Fort in order to test a series of weapons such as grenades, eccentric wheel crossbows, etc., as well as the quality of these soldiers he trained. And he didn't count one point, that is, Yingzong refused to accept and left! Then why are these good seedlings wasted on this Shura field?

"A soldier takes obedience as his duty."

And they were gone, whether it was obedience or the instinct to survive, but in short, they did as they wished, and left this battlefield full of death and danger.

"You're a little disappointed, aren't you?" Suddenly, Yingzong, who was sitting cross-legged behind Ding Yi, came out with such a sentence.

Ding Yi turned to look at him, and after a while, nodded.

Absolutely do not get an axe in front of professionals, this is Ding Yi's principle.

Therefore, he didn't plan to be in front of Yingzong's big fool. What to do.

Previously, in Jingshi, Ding Yi just didn't want to become a first-class figure of a monk and a clown, so when Yingzong summoned him, he pointed out the country, but he knew that Yingzong, a professional who could fool him and send him back to the Ming Dynasty first, must not like to be fooled, so at that time, on Zuihou's song "Farewell", he left a tail to show his open-mindedness.

Yingzong seemed to think it was quite funny, and actually smiled. seemed to have an interest in chatting with Ding Yi: "I thought that the person who was by my side at this time should be your Uncle Wang Shi. Yingzong's conversation was very exciting, and watching those ministers die in front of him did not make him sad and lose his temper. Perhaps, he wanted to speak. to divert grief?

"I've seen his head before."

"Who killed it?" Yingzong's tone. With a bit of emotional fluctuations, Dante didn't necessarily feel sad or self-pity, because this great genius seemed to be a little difficult to accept, and even his own trusted eunuchs couldn't protect the fact. He's an emperor with a heavenly constitution in his mouth.

"Some say it's Fan Zhong, some say it's me."

Yingzong shook his head: "I don't believe it. He obviously wanted to continue the analysis, because Fan Zhong's big iron cone was unlikely to behead if he killed someone; As for Ding Yi. Yingzong didn't think there was such a possibility at all.

Dante Yi didn't want to talk to him, looked left and right for a while, walked to the west, kicked away a few routs, dragged a flag from the ground and walked back, poked it hard in front of him, and the battle flag, which was stained with a lot of mud, dust, and blood, writhed hard and clumsily in the wind.

The so-called chopping battle to capture the flag, the flag is the most effective tool to convey orders on the battlefield of this era, so letting the opponent's flag fall is an important thing if killing the enemy commander, the Warat people occupy the initiative of the entire battlefield, and they will naturally not let go of any flag; And those fleeing Ming troops, even threw away weapons and armor, who cares about what battle flags.

This is the only Ming flag.

On the battlefield, the only Mingzi battle flag still fluttering, occasionally slowed down the pace of the passing rout, they wanted to stop, but they were soon pushed by the crowd behind them, and involuntarily moved forward, but they would turn their heads and look at the flag, looking at the man under his banner who was dressed in an eight-rank civil official robe and holding a long knife, his scattered hair fluttering in the wind, more flamboyant than the battle flag; Then Yingzong's body can't hide his gorgeous armor even if it is covered with dust, and it will once again attract the eyes of those routs, and some hundred and thousands of households recognize it, it is the armor of the Son of Heaven!

As if stung, someone hurriedly lowered his head and quickened his pace of fleeing to the south; Someone pulled his companions around him and shouted, "Son of Heaven! It was a ...... of heaven" and he was slapped on the head by his companion, and fled in a hurry, for the more important the person was, the more he attracted the attention of the enemy's heavy troops, and the closer he got there, the more dangerous it became.

Even those routed soldiers left this Mingzi battle flag far away in order to avoid getting into trouble, so that around Ding Yi and Yingzong, there was an invisible wall—an empty space within a radius of ten paces.

Of course, there was also a half-man who squeezed over, looking at Ding Yi and Yingzong helplessly.

Yingzong raised his hand and waved at them, signaling them to leave, he knew that in this case, it was impossible to create any miracle with these soldiers with withered expressions. So he received a few choked words after these people knelt down and kowtowed: "Holy one, holy one take care!" ”

"I'm a little disappointed, too." He laughed and said to Ding Yi, who was guarding the flag in front of him.

Ding Yi didn't reply, didn't turn around, because there was no need.

But then Yingzong spoke again: "You're right, you and I are confidants, you know what I think in my heart, and I also know what you want to do, and you don't need words." ”

Ding nodded, and finally replied to him: "It's here." ”

They were thinking of the same thing, to get the Warats to notice them quickly.

It is impossible to turn the tide of the war, and he refuses to escape, so he thinks about how to get the best treatment in the current situation.

And the Warat people are finally here, how can the Warat people, who control the initiative on the battlefield, ignore the only Mingzi battle flag fluttering on the battlefield? If the Warat people's control of the battlefield was so poor, Yingzong would have fled back to the capital under the cover of Fan Zhong's more than 100 cavalry guards.

More than 100 Warat cavalry came like the wind, and they looked at this flag, the lonely flag.

Lonely under the banner. It's a lonely king.

Guarding by the flag, there is a lonely long knife.

"The son of tomorrow is here, and the one who comes is famous!" Ding Yi was under the flag, his left hand was holding the robe, revealing the overlapping armor leaves, and the long knife on the right was pointed obliquely, reflecting the scorching sun.

The ten-captain at the head of the Navarat cavalry was stunned for a moment. I couldn't help laughing, and said to the centurion next to me, "Haha! That Yan, what does this Ming Dog think he is? After that, he pointed a knife at Ding Yi and shouted, "Ming Dog, kneel and abandon your weapon to avoid death!" This was followed by a great deal of foul language.

"Coward! Do you dare to fight me? Ding Yi pointed at the ten-master and yelled.

Where did the ten-captain get this agitation? was so angry that he shouted "wow", but the centurion on the side had a heart. Grabbed him and said, "Sitting is not an idle person." The movement doesn't look like a villain. He looked at the front of the hundred horses, the war horse shaved hooves, and the knight crossed the sword, this Yingzong was still sitting peacefully, with a smile on his face, this frame is not an ordinary subordinate. So I told my subordinates. As for Ding Yi, it was the wind that rolled up the robe, and the inner armor of Ding Yi's robe was faintly visible on the cuffs and hem, and the centurion really didn't take it seriously - looking at that outfit, he was a civil official. What about holding a knife and wearing armor?

"I know, but I can't be angry with that guy, my mother always teaches him a lesson!" This ten-division commander is well-known for his bravery, and he has just slashed and killed dozens of Ming troops, and for a while, he actually pulled the centurion by his hand and broke away, and rode his horse towards Ding Yi, his body fell slightly to the right, but he planned to behead Ding Yi's body and separate it.

The centurion looked at the man who knew that the Ming official was dead, sighed, but said a few words to his cronies.

The henchman repeated the centurion's words, confirmed that they were correct, and galloped out. But I heard the earth-shattering sound around me: "Kill!" This made him can't help but look back, but at first glance, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Immortal Heaven!" This damn ......" subconsciously wanted to pick up the bow and arrow, but remembered that he was going to report the news, so he had to grit his teeth and gallop away.

Because he saw that the war horse was in an empty saddle, and the Ming civil officer was stepping on the chest of the ten-captain, holding the banner in his left hand, and pointing the long knife in his right hand at the throat of the ten-captain.

He couldn't understand how this Ming man did it.

But for the centurion, he saw it clearly: when the centurion rode his horse and rushed towards Ding Yi, Ding Yi held the Mingzi battle flag and pressed it hard, and the flagpole with thick arms there was pointing directly at the centurion, a distance of more than ten steps, and the horse was not too fast, so the ten-captain who hit the flagpole was only knocked upside down from the horse and flew out.

Then Ding Yi took up the battle flag, ran to the ten-captain, stepped on his chest, and put the long knife around the neck of the ten-captain.

"Slow!" The centurion raised his hand and stopped the few cavalrymen who had taken their bows on the side.

These Warats are old in battle, watching their extremely brave captains in their robes defeated by Ding's men, they are not carried away by anger and ride forward, but take a bow, let you have the ability to reach the sky, under a hundred bows, and let you die immediately and thoroughly!

And the centurion who led them saw a little longer than them: "This wise man has good skills!" The characters guarded by such heroes, I'm afraid it's really not idle, and I'll talk about it when Na Yan comes. "He, a veteran of the battlefield, knows very well that Ding Fangcai is a kung fu to press the flagpole, needless to say, Ding Yi is not holding a big flag, how can manpower compete with horsepower? He pressed down the flagpole, and the liliang was passed to the ground; And a quasi-word is even more extreme, if it is a breath in the morning, the ten-captain will immediately change his posture, and Ding Yi will return in vain; As soon as he breathed late, the saber called Ding Yi's corpse to split up!

Ding Yi slowly removed the long knife, then took away the foot that stepped on the chest of the ten-master, walked back to the place where he had just pulled up the flagpole, and forcefully planted the Mingzi battle flag in the pit, before he said to the ten-division who was getting up: "You are not a coward. ”

"Good skills!" The ten-captain is a bachelor, and Shen Ding raised his thumb. This man can only fight and fight, and his brain is not very bright, so he actually snorted, summoned his war horse back, and then took off the leather bag between the saddles and said to Ding Yi, "You didn't kill me, I invite you to drink!" As he spoke, he threw the bag over.

Ding Yi let go of the hand holding the flagpole, scooped up the leather bag, bit the plug with his teeth, poured a mouthful, and nodded at the ten-captain.

Then he sat down cross-legged, his long knife in front of him, and the silk fluttering with the battle flag, and he drank slowly, lazily basking in the sun, completely ignoring the hundred or so horsemen who were scattered around him and Yingzong behind him.

The Ming army around was still fleeing, and the Warat people were still crisscrossing the battlefield.

The Ming Empire, here and now, has only one flag, one sword, one king, and one minister. (To be continued......)