Wang Pu was listening carefully to the voice he heard just now, and after a while, he confirmed: "Yes! The Ming army is mighty! It's our army fighting! Wang Pu seemed to see something, he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and what he saw was the Ming military flag hunting in the wind.

The military flag reflected a man in heavy armor beating a drum vigorously, and the drum beat incessantly. He was wounded in many places, and he was still beating the drums, and the drums were thundering, as if they were about to deafen Wang Pu's ears.

The sound of the drum also ignited Wang Pu's blood and boiled! Wang Pu can't wait to fight now, this feels rare! Even Wang Pu was surprised! What's going on? He looked at the military flag and was fascinated.

Wang Pu wanted to know what the battle situation in front of Lu Dao was, and whether the thousand people were still there. Wang Pu was also in case a thousand people were wiped out, and he was afraid that the Qing army would attack him, so he had already sent scouts to spy on the situation.

Now the scout reported the news he had obtained: "Lord Commander, the front is still in the midst of fierce fighting, drums, shouts, and the sound is earth-shattering!" The Qing army is several times that of our army, and there are many cavalry, but the Qing army has been besieging for a long time and cannot wipe out our army, but is stuck in a bitter battle! ”

"What?" Wang Pu was shocked, he couldn't believe it, "Our army will be so heroic?" I know my soldiers very well, they are all a flock of sheep, and when they encounter a full army like a wolf and a tiger, they can actually block more with less, and they can still fight evenly? ”

The scout nodded straightly: "Lord Commander, this is a fact!" Our army fought valiantly! This is really reinvigorating my Ming army! Just listening to their shouts boosted morale! Blood boil! ”

Wang Pu was silent, and his subordinate generals spoke up: "Lord Commander, we think it's time to send troops!" The morale of the full army dragged by an army smaller than his own will surely plummet, and under the onslaught of our army, it will be a great success! At that time, the commander-in-chief could not only redeem the full army from the victory fort, but also make a contribution! ”

Wang Pu looked at the military flag, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "I don't know why, when I looked at the military flag just now, I actually saw a person beating the drum vigorously!" Was this my delusion, or was it really they who awakened the military soul and then resonated with me? The spirit of the army? ”

Wang Pu pressed his hand on his chest, thinking in his heart: "My family has been a soldier for generations, so I also have a military soul in my body!" You are full of people, and there are many people who laugh at my Wang Pu for being afraid of the enemy like a tiger! Good! Then now I'll let you see the very different Wang Pu! Let me show you my true colors as a soldier! ”

Wang Pu was proud, and he shouted sharply to all the soldiers: "Raise troops!" Raise troops for me now! After receiving the order of the chief soldier, they also raised their heads and looked at the flag of the Ming army, and they also firmly put their heads on the ground, followed by the army to rescue Zhang Biwu.

Yes! The spirit of the army is connected! Connecting with each other is the military flag! Even if the military flag of the Ming army is tattered, its military soul is still immortal!

No, on the arrow tower, the military flag of the Ming army was whistling by one sharp arrow after another, and the military flag was in tatters, but it was still waving in the wind, so that everyone could see it as long as they raised their heads.

The drums are still beating and they haven't stopped! Even Zhang Biwu, who was wearing heavy armor, had several arrows stuck in his back, although he had heavy armor to protect himself, it was still difficult to block the powerful arrows, and Zhang Biwu was injured.

With a "porphyry", Zhang Biwu spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood splashed on the war drums, and the blood was still flowing from his mouth and dripping down.

Zhang Biwu stretched out his hand, his hand was wet with blood, it was all his own blood! Zhang Biwu's eyes were still flashing with dazzling light, and his fighting spirit was still strong and not weakened.

"Undefeated! There will be no defeat! The soldiers I brought out have to go home one by two! This is their life entrusted to me, and the countryman treats me! I will repay them with the soldiers! Xiaoxi, you look at Uncle Zhang! How Uncle Zhang drove away the tartars! ”

Zhang Biwu was eyes blazing, and he roared out at the end: "Fight!" ”

"Tick!" Blood dripped down, forming a small pool of blood at Zhang Biwu's feet. Zhang Biwu was so seriously injured that he should have lost his ability to fight a long time ago! But he didn't!

His roar, his cry continues: "Great! Da Ming! Majestic! Ming warriors! Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce! War! The military prestige of the Ming army always exists! War! Zhang Biwu roared, holding a drumstick and hitting the war drum vigorously again and again.

As long as the drums are still ringing, the soldiers of the Ming army will not stop fighting, they are driven by blood, and under the infection of the military spirit, they will play a military might! Let the enemy be timid! Let future generations always remember their names - brave Ming soldiers!

There is a soldier he admires and admires Zhang Biwu, since Zhang Biwu said in front of Xiaoxi and Wang Yu's grave that he is like a man and a soldier to fight, he began to admire, now he wants to climb up, he doesn't want Zhang Biwu to be shot, he knows that the current Zhang Biwu is all relying on a spirit to support, in fact, Zhang Biwu is really dying.

Originally, this soldier was an orphan, his parents and relatives were killed by the Qing army when the Qing army entered the south, so he had a deep hatred for the Qing army, and he could lead them to confront the Qing army, of course he wanted to protect him, even if it was to pay for his life, he would not hesitate!

Fei Yangwu and his personal soldiers shot arrows at Zhang Biwu on the arrow tower, Fei Yangwu and his personal soldiers' arrows were accurate, and each one went towards Zhang Biwu's vital point.

Zhang Biwu's ears were ringing with flying arrows, but he didn't stop beating the drums, because he knew that the sound of the drums was life! It is the hope of victory!

"Whoosh" These arrows are all coming towards Zhang Biwu's heart! Don't look at the heavy armor body, but there are already several arrows inserted in the heavy armor, and if you get an arrow again, he will be in danger! What's more, Fei Yangwu is an expert in archery, and his arrow is the strength of his whole body and shoots towards Zhang Biwu's neck.

The protective effect of the curtain hanging down from the helmet is not great, especially if it is shot by an arrow, it will make it shoot to the neck, and it seems that Zhang Biwu is in danger of death.

Zhang Biwu had already put life and death aside, and he was still beating the drum. "Don't!" screamed, but when he saw a figure flashing, he was going to pounce on Zhang Biwu's body and use his body as Zhang Biwu's shield. I saw clearly, this person was the soldier who climbed up.

The soldier holding Zhang Biwu in the "porphyr" received it all. "Biwu!" Qin Dongsheng shouted nervously, he just wanted to know if Zhang Biwu was okay, even if it was to pull his injury for this, he would not hesitate to do it.

As soon as Qin Dongsheng moved, he fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of his wounds, but his eyes were still looking at Zhang Biwu, wanting to know how Zhang Biwu was.

"Ahh You! Zhang Biwu was taken aback and couldn't help but look back.

The soldier smiled and said to Zhang Biwu: "I, I adore you!" Don't stop beating the drums! I'm sure you can take us to exorcise the tartars! My family has all been killed by the Tartars! Revenge, revenge! ”

The word "revenge" he shouted out with all his might, he shrugged his head and hung down on Zhang Biwu's shoulder, and his hand was still holding the belt, obviously wanting to tie him and Zhang Biwu together, so that he could become Zhang Biwu's shield, but his hand had just come around, and before he could tie it, he had already lost his breath.

Zhang Biwu understands that he no longer refuses the kindness of the soldiers, although he doesn't even know what his name is, but what Zhang Biwu can do is exactly what he said - revenge! It seems that this is the best reward for him.

Zhang Biwu tied the soldier's corpse behind his back, Zhang Biwu gritted his teeth, and felt the blood flowing from the soldier's body blend with his own blood, making his blood begin to boil. Zhang Biwu understands that he must do his best!

Zhang Biwu shouted: "The victory is ours!" The Ming army will win! This roar was roared out with all the strength of the whole body, and it reverberated in the hearts of every Ming army soldier! Let the soldiers of the Ming army rise up and annihilate the enemy bravely!

The "dong dong" drum has been ringing, never stopping, and the sound has not weakened, it still continues. "Fight!" Zhang Biwu seems to have inexhaustible strength, because he feels that he is not only the strength of one person but also the strength of other people is passing on to him, especially the soldiers behind him have given him infinite strength.