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The night wind was whining, the broken flags were burning in the firelight, the charred corpses could be smelled, the towers on the city walls were half-collapsed, the mutilated corpses that could not be counted were overlapping horizontally, and the soldiers with fear, numbness and other emotions on their faces were tired and leaning against the battlements, blood was spilling under them, and the vision unfolded all the way on the city wall, and what was in front of them was shocking.

"In!" Around the walls, the soldiers responded in unison.

He took a deep breath and puffed up his chest, "....... help me tie the thunder in my palm." ”

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Under the banner of Jing, Zong Han's eyes were a little puzzled, and on horseback, he looked at the Jurchen soldiers who rushed frantically to the city gate wall to take a ladder, and there were no casualties.

And on the pass, there was not the slightest movement.

"Is there a fraud?" Soon, however, he suppressed the urge to order the withdrawal of his troops.

The arrows of the Jurchens below covered the city wall, and the dense arrows were nailed up, without any reaction, which made the archers below more or less puzzled, and the climbing infantry were also looking at each other from a distance across the ladder, but after a while, more than a dozen bamboo tubes that lit the fuse were thrown down in one place.

Boom Boom Boom –

A series of loud explosions exploded in a fixed place, or a little in front of it, turning up the mud, and the people who were unfortunately hit by the explosion were lifted into the sky, and the surrounding dense front currents were also frightened away by the sudden concentrated explosion, clearing a trough.

"Still coming to this set?" Zong Han frowned, and Wanyan Xiyi next to him shook his head, "..... may be a little different.....

Before he could finish speaking, he also frowned, looked ahead, several flagpoles stretched out from the pass against the Jurchen soldiers who knocked over the ladder on the ladder, and the figures slipped from the ladder, or fell to the ground, or fell to their deaths. The person who landed on the ground took the bamboo tube in his hand, lit it with a fire fold and threw it at the Jurchen soldiers who surrounded him.

"Wanyan Zonghan—"

Someone suddenly shouted and ran wildly with a mace.

The Jurchen soldiers around were frightened by the thrown explosion and parted back, behind Qin Ming, nine hundred seriously injured people came down from the city wall, most of them had reached the limit, and there were not many who could really follow behind.

"I'll kill you—"

In the thick beard, the explosive roar came suddenly, and then collided with the Jurchen soldiers in front, the mace collided with countless iron spears and steel knives, like a wild python, the heavy mace head whistled and waved, and in the sound of weapons breaking, countless bones shattered fingers, and crashed into the opponent's defensive formation.

Behind him, the remaining Wu Dynasty soldiers raised their arms and threw bamboo tubes, burning out their last lives after clearing the way for their own commanders.

In the Jurchen defensive formation, Qin Ming rolled on the ground, more than a dozen bamboo tubes fell in, and the flames rose with the violent explosion, he took advantage of the moment when the Jurchen formation was chaotic, his body suddenly exploded, and at the same time that the soil under his feet was flying, the figure had already rushed out of the pile.

"Kill him!" Suddenly, Wanyan Zonghan gave an order.

The Law of Sighs –

A horse roared, the horse's hooves rushed out like thunder, and the general who came over was a fierce general under Zong Han, named Tu Ghost, the heavy gun in his hand was pressed very low, and he shouted "ah" in his mouth, and the head of the gun pushed over. Over there, Qin Ming's figure was still running wildly, he was a battle-hardened general, for the other party to kill, there was no intention to dodge at all, facing the heavy spear that stabbed over, Qin Ming directly turned over and rolled, staggered the heavy spear, and at the moment of being right, the head of the iron mace waved.

"Dismount!" The next moment, a loud shout sounded, and the belly of the rushing horse suddenly broke, and the war horse that was still charging fell to the ground with a terrible neigh, and the sudden ghost fell straight to the ground.

However, all this just happened in the blink of an eye, and at the same time that the Jin general fell off his horse, Wanyan Zonghan took out his war knife and rode the war horse slowly forward a few steps, "What is the name of the warrior.....

On the ground, Qin Ming got up slowly, his arms trembled, and his mouth ached, the fierce battle of the previous day or two had already brought him to the limit, when he heard what Zong Han said, Qin Ming was silent, trembling with one hand and touching the back of his waist......

".....You are the first Han warrior I want to recruit, it's a pity in the Wu Dynasty, come and be a Jurchen Han." The words continued, and then a cloud of green smoke rose up.

'Sne.....er'

Something is burning.

Qin Ming's shoulders shook like a detachment, he laughed, stride, and said the first sentence in his voice at this time: "My name is Qin Ming...... Behind it is my home.. …”

Wanyan Zonghan stopped his words, and also saw the green smoke, frowned for a moment, and pulled the reins of the horse back. The god of Ceres, Yan Xiyi, shook the hilt of his sword vigilantly and leaned forward......

"My generation...."

The figure who spoke strode to the ground, kicked the ground, and jumped up and went straight to the figure under the handsome banner. Wanyan Zonghan saw the figure enlarged in his field of vision, roared angrily, shook off the big gun, and waved his knife over. On the other side, Wanyan Xiyi pulled the reins, and the cold light came out of the scabbard, and he rode his horse to kill.

Whew—

The mace smashed on the steel knife, the blood and iron intersected, and the sparks in the air flashed in front of the eyes of the two of them, and the rugged man's whole person was full of anger, and his eyes flashed many pictures and many voices at this moment.

Time seems to stand still.

On the tower of the city, wives and children knelt there, wailing and weeping, and their voices could still be heard from a long distance.....

"Song Jiang tricked me..... What kind of kindness is this? I'm damn good! ”

"You look like a hero?"

"At that time, you were already dead!"

"—blow them up!"

"Backwards.... Help me kill the golden dog. ”

The frozen time began to pass again, and countless voices sounded in his head, disappeared, and then a high-pitched roar resounded in this heaven and earth.

"..... my generation is Han, and I can be a gold slave."

At one point, the lead burns out.

The entire army array was boiling, fire, explosions, and blood rose like thunder, and under the banner of the commander, the war horse lifted into the sky, and the sea of blood was monstrous.

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At the same time, on this night, countless people were anxiously doing things about the affairs of the north, and in the palace, some people were arguing loudly, some people were hysterical and losing their temper, and many things were broken. After a moment, Bai Ning indifferently pushed open the door of the hall and walked out, ignoring the scolding of the people behind him.

There was a Jin envoy on the imperial steps, and when he rubbed his shoulders, he suddenly reached out and tore the other party's head off his shoulder, held it in his hand, and walked to the bottom of Yanfu Palace with blood stains spreading and dripping, looking at those civil and military who were kneeling in the night wind.

"....If you want to talk about peace, look at the head here!"

"You can't talk about it!"

"Get ready to fight!" (To be continued.) )