The spring rain drifted down sprinkled, washing away the smoke in the wind and diluting the blood stains on the ground, but what it couldn't wash away was the deep color of death. The fat ball knelt on the ground, holding Zhuang Fei without the slightest joy of being a victor, and the fat ball that went crazy from time to time, but at this time he couldn't help but burst into tears, and he whispered: "Hold on, brother!" You don't fucking deserve to die here! You are a student of Mr., even if you can't be a commander in the future, you have to be a character of a thousand households, you are stupid! I've called Zhu Yong to take you to run away......"

He didn't know what the officer corps was, but he knew that when Dao Ding taught this group of students, he didn't use them to be such a pioneer who dared to die, and used his flesh and blood to stop the iron hooves with his own life. But no matter how guilty and regretful he was, Zhuang Fei, who kept vomiting blood clots, had gradually faded the breath of life.

"Brother! Wake up! You went like this, how can I explain it to my husband! The fat ball screamed in pain, as if his voice came from within, lit up Zhuang Fei's last little vitality, Zhuang Fei in the fat ball's arms, opened his eyes, he raised the suona in his hand, the charge that had never stopped before.

"Huaxia ......" Zhuang Fei vomited another piece of blood.

Fat Ball nodded, and continued with tears: "Huaxia Immortal, brother, I know the Dao, Huaxia Immortal......"

Zhuang Fei's bloodstained face burst into a smile, he didn't know where the strength came from, and stuffed the suona into the fat ball's hand, "Li, Brother Li...... Protect...... Protect...... Mr. ...... "Fat Ball pinched the suona and nodded desperately, "Protect Mr., Fat Ball knows how to say." Fat Ball Zhilu Road...... Brother, hold on! ”

But no matter how much the fat ball screamed, Zhuang Fei finally went, no matter how he smiled. No matter what he gave the fat ball, and no matter how he changed the tide of the battle, he finally left this world, forever a fifteen-year-old boy. But he never left, at least holding the fat ball of suona in his eyes, to his madness, his ruffian. In his casualness, there is a wisp of Zhuang Fei's fortitude.

Compared with the fat ball, Zhu Yong is much more excited. He led the new army and the people. It was chasing the scattered cavalry of the other side all over the mountains. His father is the commander of the border town, and he now has the title of Earl Funing, and he has long been accustomed to life and death, fighting. It's normal for dead people to die. In the border towns, this is the case in every battle.

The important thing is to live and overcome yourself.

Jiang Chong has always been compared to ordinary people, there are still many differences, and if they don't become Ding Yi's disciples together, there is no difference. Zhu Yong yelled at the new army beside him: "Hurry up! Stay in formation! Do you want to call those instructors up to the battle? They still have a hundred or so people to stand. Do you want it? ”

The instructors, who were at least three years younger than the recruits, had just resisted the figure in front of them. It is the shame that these new soldiers can't erase - themselves, protected by a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old instructors, real, those teenagers who didn't think they thought of it before, used their deaths to keep themselves alive.

Listening to Zhu Yong's words, they gritted their teeth and quickened their pace, and when they fell, they relied on the pull of their companions to get up and continue to move forward.

Zhu Yong looked very satisfied with this effect, he took a few steps back, and shouted at those Huaiji people: "It's really fucking cool, there are so many outsiders who come to throw their heads and spill their blood for the Huaiji people, and use their lives to exchange the safety of the Huaiji people, it's very cool, right?" The man who is in Huaiji, just fucking carry a gun and join in the fun! Are you fucking blushing? These fools who are willing to die fighting for Huaiji are the only few hundred people who are fucking dead! Shrink back! They are going to die, you will be dogs, lick the feet of Hou Dagou's men, and give your own women to them to play with, and breed! ”

"We're not bad seeds!" Many of those people were not willing to be insulted, and they shouted loudly.

Zhu Yong sneered and drew his knife and pointed forward: "Then run!" Damn, who wouldn't do it? It's not up to you to line up and chase down the rout! Two fools will do it, if this is in a border town, it is a good time to grab the head of the people, which soldier eats food, and does not rush forward? You are like a girl, dragging a few miles long, isn't it a bad seed? ”

Those people carried spears and moved forward desperately, and at least seven adults finally followed the steps of the new army in front of them.

In fact, is this really something that two fools can do? Let's pull, the two-legged foot soldier chases the six-legged cavalry, and the other party is bent on fleeing for his life, where is the easy thing? There is only one way, that is, to rely on the will of the people to drag the horse down, after all, Hou Dagou's subordinates are not as luxurious as the Tartars, and they count the horses by themselves.

Zhu Yong was not riding a horse, he was also gritting his teeth and hurrying, his feet were just as hot as the pain, and he also felt sorry for the fallen students. But he knew that if he gave up the pursuit, it would be the greatest disrespect to those fallen brothers - not only would he teach those enemy troops to escape, but if the other party was well-trained, he could also start again with the whole team after withdrawing from the battlefield and disengagement.

At this time, he couldn't caress the corpse and cry like a fat ball, and he didn't want those fallen students to die in vain.

Zhu Yong used his way to mourn those heroic souls.

Not tears, but the blood of the enemy.

The good fighter has no outstanding achievements, but Du Ziteng's battle situation does not have so many ups and downs as the fat ball, which can be said to be extremely boring and dull. He led the army to catch up with Hou Wu and led the 5,000 foot soldiers who were about to go to the county seat for a surprise attack, and then Du Ziteng used 2,000 people to launch a salvo in a company, basically forming an uninterrupted fire of more than 100 bullets in three seconds.

This kind of shooting only lasted three minutes, that is, an average of three shots per person, and after dropping 6,000 rounds of lead bullets in the battlefield area, Hou Wu's 5,000 foot soldiers reached about 500 casualties, and Du Ziteng's side, it seemed that the shooting rate was never interrupted - the firing frequency of one shot per minute per rifle would not even appear The problem of overheating the barrel would not appear - this invisible mental pressure soon made the 5,000 foot soldiers of the righteous army collapse.

And the 2,000 round-firing troops, biting more than 3,000 rebels who fled in the direction of Huaiji, trotted to follow, and more than 1,000 new troops who were left by Du Ziteng as a reserve, killing pigs and slaughtering dogs, and easily solved the more than 1,000 headless flies, blindly scurrying around the rebels, almost no bullets in the back, under the leadership of those Thunder Academy students who were squad leaders, got on the bayonet, and a combat group of five people rushed up, looking at the red robes that were not dressed in the new army, and the five bayonets stabbed over like this, except for those who saw the opportunity quickly, they immediately abandoned their weapons and knelt on the ground. There is no enemy who will not be stabbed and lie down.

Chen Jing, the former chief military officer of Guangxi who came with the army because he was familiar with the terrain, almost fell to the ground on his jaw when he rode on a donkey: "This is a traitor brought by Hou Wu!" It's not a new thief, it's an old thief who rebelled in his early years, first with Lan Shouer and then with Hou Dagou! Saying that, he also used a crutch to pull out the dead body on the side of the road, "This is Liu Heigou, a famous murderer among the anti-thieves...... So easy to play? ”

Du Ziteng smiled slightly when he heard this, of course he was not as confused as this staff member, and he didn't think that Hou Dagou's troops were vulnerable. In war, what we pay attention to is nothing more than the right time, place, and people, and how long we can be, and how short we can attack the enemy. In ancient and modern times, there is nothing that is not like this. Field warfare is not the strength of Hou Dagou's soldiers, these 5,000 righteous soldiers, defeated in vain, they are good at mountain warfare, as Hou Dagou himself said, "The official has ten thousand soldiers, I have ten thousand mountains!" ”

After discovering Du Ziteng and them, Hou Wu did not choose to fight in the mountains, but relied on the strength of the people, and with the pride of fighting with the Ming army before and almost never tasted defeat, he set up a formation in this open field to confront Du Ziteng, he first put aside the advantages of the righteous army in mountain warfare;

The so-called front-facing fighters are arrayed in front, once the array is in front, then discipline is extremely important, no matter how good Ren is, thousands of guns are stabbed, thousands of knives are chopped, and thousands of arrows are shot, all of them are not spared, but in terms of discipline, even if it is a new army that has only been trained for a month, with the students of Thunder Academy as the backbone of the grassroots, after all, it is an army that has received training in modern infantry drills, and the discipline is far stronger than these rebels;

With its shortness and strength, and with arrogant soldiers against the military formations that are waiting for the strict formation, and with cold weapons against hot weapons, he will definitely be defeated.

But Du Ziteng didn't have water in his head, of course he wouldn't explain these things to the staff, he just smiled and said to him: "Family teacher, Ding Rongcheng." He shouted to the more than 1,000 soldiers who had finished cleaning the battlefield and were preparing to catch up with the front team, "Who are we?" “

There is no time when there will be almost no casualties on the other side, and the soldiers who have just swept the battlefield like killing dogs and pigs are more proud and heroic, and they respond to Du Ziteng's question loudly and excitedly: "Da Ming sonorous son!" The first division under the command of Rong Cheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! “

The voices of more than a thousand people were so majestic, and they were so excited that they shouted again and again, so frightened that the staff almost fell off the thin donkey, and unconsciously broke a few gray beards, shook their heads and exclaimed: "What a tiger! It is precisely because of such a warrior that the chaos in Guangxi can be leveled and the people can be relieved! Mr. Rongcheng, the Governor of Guangxi, the true saint of heaven! As he spoke, he was still facing the direction of Jingshi, raising his hand on the donkey.

And Ding Yi, who was lurking outside Huaiji City, was rewarded by the sentry at this time: "Three or four thousand people, for some reason, are crying wolves all the way, dragging banners upside down, and their armor is uneven, and they are rushing in the direction of Huaiji County!" Follow that pace, and you will arrive at the county seat in about a quarter of an hour! ”

As soon as Ding heard this, he jumped up, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, and looked up to the sky and shouted: "It's done!" (To be continued......)