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Zheng Chenggong's body was already covered with bruises, countless sabers, leaving him with one terrifying scar after another, and a steady stream of blood flowed down the wound, extracting the little vitality in his body.

Mu Huali didn't know who Zheng Chenggong was, and he didn't understand what the meaning of the "national surname" shouted by those Ming soldiers before they died.

He only knew that the person in front of him was the enemy, the enemy of their Mongolian warriors, and that was enough, only to see Mu Huali silently take a bow and pull an arrow, aimed at Zheng Chenggong's heart, and shot an arrow.

"Whoosh." The feather arrow shot into Zheng Chenggong's body, but the surname of the country didn't even let out a scream, the sticky blood ran down his head, cheeks, and chest, and fell at his feet, and he just relied on the Mingzi banner and stood.

"Whoosh." Another Mongolian soldier shot an arrow into the thigh of the country's surname.

When the arrow was hit, the national surname only let out a muffled snort, and still did not make the scene of the tragic death of the arrow in the Mongolian mind, or kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, on the contrary, the national surname Ye actually raised his eyes that had not much expression, and glared angrily at the Mongolian soldier in front of him.

The Mongols still want to continue to release arrows, and now they can be said to have used Zheng Chenggong as a target for archery practice, but Mu Huali stopped these Mongolian soldiers, there is no need to waste time with a dead man, the most important thing now is to support the Eight Banners and defeat the Ming army whose field combat ability is not weaker than their Mongolian iron cavalry.

Mu Huali gave an order and led his Mongolian army to slowly step onto the Zhongwei Bridge, preparing to support the Eight Banners, but at this time, a roar full of energy suddenly sounded in Mu Huali's ears.

"Drive out the Tartars and restore my China!"

Mu Huali paused, turned his head to look at Zheng Chenggong under the broken Ming Banner.

Since you don't want to live, then I will fulfill you.

"Bring the bow!" Mu Huali shouted, a Mongolian soldier immediately took the longbow he used before, Mu Huali picked up the longbow with one hand and aimed it at Zheng Chenggong, and this time, he aimed at Zheng Chenggong's throat, if this arrow is shot, Zheng Chenggong will have no way to live.

Is this life really going to end like this?

The dying Zheng Chenggong looked at the sky that was already blood-colored in his eyes, his eyes were full of tears, and the current battlefield was almost one-sided.

The twenty-eight generals of Yuntai under Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, since the beginning of the battle to the present, have killed sixteen people in succession, even the general Fubo Ma Yuan, all died on the battlefield, the entire Eastern Han army was defeated and retreated, I heard that Liu Xiu was injured.

As for the rest, the Three Kingdoms Heroes can only protect themselves, the Tang Dynasty army is difficult to advance, and the rest are some scattered soldiers and horses, but they have to face those terrifying Mongolian iron horses.

Under the leadership of Genghis Khan, following Di Qing, Gao Changgong, and Chen Qing, the two Jin armies were also wiped out, and the famous generals Yanghu and Zu Ti spilled blood on the battlefield.

Before this, they had been fighting by the Mongol army, and then they were flanked by Genghis Khan.......

It is said that on the battlefield of the two Jin armies, the corpses were stacked higher than the mountains.

.......

Zheng Chenggong looked at the feather arrow in Mu Huali's hand dizzy, the surname of the country lost the steel knife and knelt on the ground a little bit, he didn't want to surrender and beg for mercy, because his hands never left the Mingzi flag, Zheng Chenggong knew that he was going to die, it didn't matter if he fell, but the Mingqi couldn't fall!

The national surname is still the national surname.

Zheng Chenggong waited, waiting for the last arrow to bring, and during this time, he muttered those eight words again and again.

"Expelle the Tartars and restore my China."

Enthusiastic and ambitious, how can it be born at the wrong time.

Now Zheng Chenggong is already in a state of suspended animation, except for breathing, there is almost no reaction that a normal person should have, although he is open, but he does not see the longbow that the other party Mu Huali gradually put down, and the stunned expression on his face.

At this time, more than 10,000 Mongolian iron horsemen under the command of Mu Huali had fallen into a huge chaos, even Genghis Khan, who had just killed the two Jin armies and came to the Zhongwei Bridge with 80,000 Mongolian iron horsemen to investigate the situation, was also on his horse.

"Drive, drive, drive!" On the north bank of the Wei River, suddenly the dust was flying, the horses' hooves were bursting, 100,000 Ming army iron horses, driving the war horses under the crotch, rushed towards here, where the war horses stepped on, set off a huge burst of yellow sand, followed by countless foot soldiers carrying the banner of Ming characters, the soldiers who covered the sky and the sun, and all the Mongolian troops present were stunned and frightened.

Zheng Chenggong didn't know what was going on, he only knew that there seemed to be someone behind him, and there were many more.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves on the north bank of the Wei River disappeared, because the hundreds of thousands of Ming troops had lined up in columns and columns of Haoran army formations, glaring at the Mongolian army in front of them, and the sand and dust raised by the horses' hooves hung on the faces of most of the Ming troops, but this added a sense of slaughter to them.

If there is anything to describe the Ming army in front of you, it is probably only the word iron and blood.

At the forefront of this Ming army, a dignified-looking, forty-year-old, general wearing general armor slowly walked off the horse, behind him in addition to the hundreds of thousands of Ming troops, there are more than a dozen brave generals, none of these people are listed, they have all left their names in history.

The chief general of the Ming army, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was seven feet tall, and walked towards the blood-colored figure in front of him with firm steps.

Suddenly, in front of Zheng Chenggong's eyes, a vague figure appeared, he didn't know who the person was, and he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a reinforcement, but Zheng Chenggong understood that the person in front of him, and the soldiers behind him, should be his own people, because in their bodies, the country surnamed Ye felt a little familiar.

The chief general of the Ming army stretched out his hand to help Zheng Chenggong up, but he did not grab Zheng Chenggong's hand, but Zheng Chenggong grabbed his hand, and the national surname grabbed the big hand of the main general, put it on the Mingzi banner he was holding, and slowly said the last sentence of his life.

"Expelle the Tartars and restore my China!"

The head of the surnamed Guo Ye drooped, and when the general heard this, he trembled, and a little teardrop lingered in his eyes, he choked and took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Da, you will live up to the trust of the emperor!" ”

Xu Da, the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, fiercely held the bright flag fluttering in the wind in his hand, glared at the Mongolian army in front of him, and roared: "Chang Yuchun, Li Wenzhong, Fu Youde, Feng Sheng, Lan Yu, where is it?" ”

The five generals in front of the army responded with a roar: "I'm waiting here, I'm willing to listen to the marshal's dispatch!" ”

Xu Da pointed his fingers together and pointed to the Mongolian army in front of him, "Expelle the Tartars and restore my China!" ”

"Kill!" Nicknamed Chang 100,000, the pioneer general Chang Yuchun, took the lead in rushing to the Zhongwei Bridge with a sword, and the rest of the founding generals of the Ming Dynasty led the army under their command, which also rushed up and fought with the Mongolian army.

One side is the founding soldier of the Yuan Dynasty, and the other side is the founding army of the Ming Dynasty.

It is not known who will win and who will lose.

On the battlefield, Xu Da waved the bright flag and rushed into the battle group, slashing left and right, and the flag was stained with blood.

Last time, it was Yue Fei who took over Yang Ye's battle flag, and this time it was Xu Da who took over Zheng Chenggong's battle flag.

Similarly, Xu Da inherited not only a flag, but also a spirit.

It is a simple eight words, but it contains the longing of countless people who are under foreign rule and are in dire straits.

Xu Da waved the banner vigorously.

"Expelle the Tartars and restore my China!"

........

Outside the Wuguan.

Yu Dayou, led only 30,000 Ming troops, and Wang Yanzhang's 120,000 Liang army for several hours, Yu Dayou did not stupidly fight with Wang Yanzhang outside the city, but led the army to retreat into Wuguan City.

From the battle to the present, the time has reached two o'clock in the afternoon, and the 30,000 Ming troops in Yu Dayou's hands are almost dead and wounded, and countless Liang troops have rushed to the head of Wuguan City and started a bloody battle with them.

Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable and Wuguan might be captured at any time, Yu Dayou shouted loudly to Wang Yanzhang, who was supervising the battle under the city: "Wang Yanzhang, you are also my famous Chinese general, how can you go against the grain and help those foreign tribes to slaughter my Chinese people, are you still a Han person!" ”

Hearing Yu Dayou's question, Wang Yanzhang's rough face crawled through a trace of entanglement and confusion, I have to say that Yu Dayou's words just now, every sentence deeply pierced his heart.

Moreover, Wang Yanzhang had already struggled in his heart a long time ago, otherwise, he was afraid that this martial pass would have been broken by him a long time ago, because from the beginning of the battle, he only sent 30,000 people to attack the city.

If Wang Yanzhang hadn't deliberately released the water, Yu Jiajun under Yu Dayou would have died a long time ago.

After Heavenly Dao single-mindedly fought against the gods of Heavenly Court, and now fully controlled the defeated army of more than 200,000 Great Shun troops and Turks, Heavenly Dao's control over other people was much looser, such as Li Cunqiao before, and Wang Yanzhang now.

In fact, Heavenly Dao is indeed the master of heaven and earth, but Li Laosi once said that if their Heavenly Court fights for vitality, it will be enough to make Heavenly Dao fall into a deep sleep again.

It can be seen that Heavenly Court also left a hand, and the net was not broken, so Heavenly Dao can still control this battle with peace of mind, but it is ...... He wasn't hurt at all?

If he was in his heyday, Li Cunqiao and Wang Yanzhang would definitely not have distracting thoughts, and would only wholeheartedly besiege and kill the Chinese army.

He's at his limit.

And the previous chess pieces in his hand will also bite him hard in the near future.

For example, Li Cunqiao.

After learning that Zhou Dewei died in battle, Li Cunqiao not only did not feel a little sad, on the contrary, he was also very happy, because he found that he could do whatever he wanted now, so he ...... After those defeated armies who were manipulated by the Heavenly Dao, a man named Charucci appeared.

What's more interesting is that the post-Tang army led by Li Cunmiao slashed and killed those defeated troops, but those people just didn't react at all, and let Li Cunmiao kill them.

Because, Tiandao told them that Li Cunqiao and Xia Luqi were their reinforcements!

Compared with Li Cunmiao, who took the initiative to break free from the control of Heavenly Dao, Wang Yanzhang was more miserable, because he was woken up alive by a person.

It was a terrible fight!

---------------------------------- dividing line, okay, okay, it's going to be over, the big war is almost over, and the third volume is the finale, but ....... Recently, I was so worried about the title of the third volume that my head hurts, and I continue to thank the Jie Addict brothers for their eight-yuan red envelopes.