The strength of Bu Zheng is not very strong, compared to Dou Yifeng and even Zhao Long, but the cultivation of the guidance technique to the point of mastery has also made Bu Zheng's body adjusted to a level far beyond that of ordinary people, and at this moment, Jin Rui's cheeks ached when the sharp wind under the command of the slap instantly blew.

"How dare you?"

An angry roar roared out of Jin Rui's mouth, and the figure of this seemingly literati player suddenly popped out towards the back, the speed was surprisingly fast, but, with such a fast speed and keen reaction, after popping up, Jin Rui's first reaction was not to fight back immediately, but to run away.

"Come on, take down these two traitors."

The figure popped out, and Jin Rui's eyes had already looked at the soldiers who were rushing over in the distance and shouted loudly.

"Don't hurt anyone, follow me."

Bu Zheng's eyes were slightly cold, this Ming literati is really capable, obviously as a player, you should know that no matter in the game or in reality, force is the greatest gift given to everyone in this game, because this player is a scribe profession, he is really close to the scribe of the Ming Dynasty in character.

This is a literati who behaves in the world, and even speaks incomparably close to the Ming Dynasty.

Kicking the ground suddenly, although Jin Rui's speed is fast, where can he compare to Bu Zheng, the figure moved when Jin Rui popped up and landed on the ground, Bu Zheng also fell in front of Jin Rui, and the arm that waved down led to slap Jin Rui's face fiercely.

When the head was slapped, Jin Rui was dizzy, this player who chose the profession of scribe and was really extremely close to the Da Ming literati stumbled up, looking like he might fall down at any time, and Bu Zheng's hand had already reached over and grabbed the player's hair and pulled it towards the mansion.

"Be bold, let go of Lord Kim."

Not far away, several soldiers rushed over quickly, and when they saw Jin Rui being grabbed by Bu Zheng's hair and dragged by him, he suddenly roared angrily, his blade was unsheathed, and several soldiers had already rushed towards Bu Zheng and Ye Feng.

"Get out."

Bu Zheng roared fiercely, his wrist trembled, the long knife was already unsheathed, one hand pulled Jin Rui, and the other hand waved the long knife and slashed into the middle of the rushing soldiers, while Ye Feng followed closely behind Bu Zheng with Juniper on his back.

The two of them instantly killed the soldiers who rushed over and headed towards the palace.

"You dare to do it, you know what, you are treason...... Bastard, how dare you ignore the power of the literati, don't you know that this country is a country of the literati......... I'll kill you...... You'll regret it...... Brainless bastard, no wonder he chose the martial arts profession...... Everyone is a player, so why kill each other, spare me......"

Dragged by Bu Zheng, Jin Rui was still extremely tough at the beginning, completely reprimanding Bu Zheng with the attitude of the Ming literati towards Wufu, and then because of anger and humiliation, he could no longer maintain the so-called demeanor of the literati, and scolded him, and finally as time passed, the anger dissipated, and the pain finally made him sober up and think of his identity.

It's just that Bu Zheng didn't pay attention to Jin Rui at all, but pulled Jin Rui and strode towards the mansion.

"Yang Hao, Yang Jingfu, tens of thousands of troops, tens of thousands of troops, how did you do it."

At this moment, in the mansion, a man with a righteous face looked at Yang Hao angrily, and around the two of them, a table fell to the ground, and the vase placed on it was broken all over the ground.

If Jin Rui was here, he would probably be surprised, this Ming scribe, when he was bloody in the early stage, it was good to say that he was able to snatch Jin Wuwei's watermelon hammer in the court and beat each other, but in the later stage, it has completely developed into a scheming existence.

At this time, any literati of the Ming Dynasty who is brave and ruthless will never be regarded as a great man like the early Ming Dynasty or the Han and Tang dynasties, but will be regarded as rude and barbaric, without the demeanor of a literati.

The man in front of Yang Hao is wearing a civilian official costume no matter how he looks at it.

"Lotus, lotus...... Tens of thousands of troops, yes, tens of thousands of troops, that is the strongest fortress of the Ming Dynasty, it is the heroic division of the Huanghuang Beigu who fought back then, and it is the weapon of the country, but Xiong Feibai, you seem to have forgotten that those people are also my comrades-in-arms of someone Yang, comrades-in-arms for decades, I am a literati, but I have been in the army for half my life, what do you think I am to be those dead soldiers, am I cannon fodder, no, it is a brother, but do I have a choice, do you really don't know or fake don't know, this time the Chu Party has a share, and the Donglin Party also has a share. ”

An angry roar roared out of Yang Hao's mouth, this old man, who had led the army countless times, still looked like a traditional civil official, his body was straight, his face was bruised, his eyes widened, and he roared almost with all his strength.

Opposite him, the person who was dressed in civilian clothes but looked like a military attache turned out to be Xiong Tingbi.

"They didn't expect the loss either............ Damn, misguided country. ”

Under the angry gaze of the old man, Xiong Tingbi's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to explain something, but halfway through his words, he kicked the table next to him that fell to the ground.

Salhu's fiasco really made Daming suffer a heavy loss, probably because those people who recognized Daming as a whole were going to lose a game didn't think that they would lose to this extent, and it is more likely that those people themselves didn't expect that everyone would shoot at the same time.

The four-way army, at least two and a half roads, is very capable of fighting, in the minds of those people, even if it is defeated, it is impossible to break the muscles and bones, at most a large number of officials from Liaodong to Kyoto will be defeated.

And now, it is a fiasco, almost the entire army that can fight in two and a half ways is annihilated, and the remaining one and a half roads are directly dispersed, and the entire Liaodong can be said to have no real elite troops, if it is not for the Jurchen itself is not strong, I am afraid that the old slaves can easily take Liaodong.

But this is only a matter of time, after this big victory, the old slave's strength will obviously be greatly improved, and at most a year and a half will have the strength to take Liaodong.

"Get out of the way, I want to see Yang Shuai, I want to see the Qin Cha from the imperial court, and I want to ask Salhu where we are defeated."

Just when Yang Hao and Xiong Tingbi were relatively speechless, and they were each angry, there was a sudden roar of anger outside, and the sound of noisy footsteps and dense bowstrings pulling apart sounded, and anyone could hear that the next second was afraid that the step fight would become a sieve.

"It's Mingcheng, hurry, stop them, it's Mingcheng coming."

In the room, Yang Hao's face changed sharply, and he almost jumped to his feet and shouted, but Xiong Tingbi opposite him was slightly stunned, and he didn't think of who Ming Cheng was for a while.

"Woe to me in brocade, I should go to hell for the light."

Yang Hao looked at Xiong Tingbi's stunned appearance and shouted in a deep voice, and Xiong Tingbi jumped up violently when he said a word, although Xiong Tingbi didn't see Bu Zheng, but Yang Hao's introduction suddenly made the profession of a brocade scribe play a role in Xiong Tingbi.

As soon as the figure turned, Xiong Tingbi had already rushed out like a wild bear.

"You're dead, you're dead, you dare to ask about Salhu, you idiot with muscles in your head, idiot, hahahaha."

Outside, Bu Zheng was surrounded by the guards of the government and stopped, Jin Rui, who was pulled by his hair, finally got some respite, looking at the dense guards around him, shame and anger surged up again, and the hatred for Bu Zheng filled Jin Rui's mind again, this literati player looked at Bu Zheng Senhan and laughed and spoke.