Syllable!

Lu Yun dismounted, raised his feet and walked forward with a cold face. Look down at your feet.

Click...... Click...... Click......

The sound of breaking kept coming, the corners of Lu Yun's mouth twitched, and his face became even more ugly.

Accumulation of white bones, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood. His eyes were blood-red, and his eyes were full of corpses.

"Qing soldiers really don't treat us as human beings."

Lu Yun closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said slowly.

Again, the eyes are straight, and the eyes are clear.

Ma Yingkui followed closely and said with a wry smile: "Lu Gongzi, you just understand that things like this are not uncommon. Actually, digging graves for funeral goods is acceptable to me, although it disturbs the ancestors, but after all, it is not easy for the living, who cares about the ancestors? ”

"But ......"

He looked at his feet, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his old face was dark and distorted. The light in his eyes was blood-red: "However, they don't even let go of the child." ”

Lu Yun looked at the infant child who was cut in two, his heart twitched inexplicably, and he quickly turned his head.

"Master Lu, do you know? I am not a good person, and there is no one who will not die when I fight. After losing the battle, in order to prevent my brothers from starving to death, I also robbed the people and women, but I, Ma Yingkui, have never killed good people and risked merit. Not to mention ...... Killed children. ”

"Everything, it's because we're too weak!"

Lu Yun felt that something was wrong and turned his head to look. saw Ma Yingkui suddenly kneeling on the ground, holding his head next to the ground, and crying: "I also want to be a good person, but my subordinates have no money or food, and they can't eat enough." There is rebellion inside, there are captives outside, between defending the country and being a good person, how can I choose? Lu Gongzi, tell me, how do I choose? ”

"Do you want your brothers to go hungry to war!!"

Ma Yingkui suddenly raised his head, looked at Lu Yun and roared.

The corners of Lu Yun's mouth were sour, and he turned his head with a wry smile: "I'm sorry." ”

"No, you don't." Ma Yingkui smiled bitterly, shook his head and got up: "Seeing the smile, I feel a little uncomfortable." Lu Gongzi, I'm sorry. ”

"It's fine." Lu Yun smiled hard: "Seeing these tragic situations all the way, I also wanted to cry, but I was afraid of your jokes, but I endured it all the time." ”

Ma Yingkui was stunned when he heard this, then grinned, laughed silently for a while, and stretched out his hand to point at Lu Yun: "Lu Gongzi, you are also hypocritical." ”

"People, who can not be hypocritical." Lu Yun said: "I remembered a song. ”

"What song?"

"It's not a sin for a man to cry and cry!!"

Lu Yun said softly, Ma Yingkui was stunned, and suddenly remembered a low singing voice in his ears. He listened for a moment, his heart aching, and he turned his head to rub his eyes. Only then did I find that the three hundred brothers behind them were all red-eyed and snorting and looking up, and the corners of their eyes were shining.

Ma Yingkui felt a pain in his heart and clenched his fists.

Along the way, they came in high spirits, and they wanted to do a big thing, even if they couldn't kill Duoduo, they had to pull a few cushions. Tell those Qing soldiers that the Ming Dynasty also has masters. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty will not only run away.

However, after going down the mountain, I saw all the way that the villages were smoky and the corpses were scattered across the field. The fighting spirit is high-spirited, and the will to be beaten is depressed.

The song was deposited, but it reverberated leisurely and echoed in the ears of everyone. It's not appropriate for the occasion, and it's not the same as the songs I've heard. But inexplicably, the hearts of the three hundred people were sour and felt the resonance.

"Let's go."

The village was quiet for a long time, and Lu Yun opened his mouth to break the silence. Looking around, he waved his hand.

Collecting corpses?

Without that thought, he didn't know how many corpses he had buried along the way, and he had already become numb. Lu Yun knew that in front, there would be more corpses waiting for him, and if he was buried one by one, he would be exhausted to death.

In this case, it is better to go down, find Duoduo, kill him, kill countless Qing soldiers, and use the bones of the enemy to make tombs for the people. and with the wailing of the enemy, he shall mourn the people. With the flesh and blood of the enemy, entertain the souls of the people.

"I felt my blood burning, my heart beating wildly. Brothers, are you afraid to kill Duoduo! ”

"Don't be afraid!"

"Alright, we'll go and kill him. In front of it is the city of Nanjing, where Duoduo is. Damn dignitaries, they surrendered without firing a shot. This time, not only to kill Duoduo, but also to kill those damned moths. With the swords in our hands, we will fight a piece of blue sky. ”

Lu Yun roared, turned over and got on his horse, his cloak danced in the wind, and his eyes were firm: "Yan Huangdi, how heroic, with one enemy and a hundred people, you are not afraid!" ”

The voice is heroic and pathetic.

Three hundred men widened their eyes and turned on their horses, the same clothes, the same weapons, the same cloaks.

Raised his horsewhip violently and rushed towards Lu Yun.

The voice was suddenly loud, uniform, full of confidence, with a sky-high pride.

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

……

They don't understand much meaning, but they feel that only such heroic words can express the emotions of the moment.

The horses galloped, their hooves flying, splashing mud.

The more Lu Yun roared, the more powerful he became, and he galloped on his horse, and he was unexpectedly tired. Far away, the torches that connect the heavens and the earth suddenly come into view. After a pause in singing, he suddenly became unrestrained again. War horses are faster and their figures are louder. There were only 300 people, but it was as if there were hundreds of thousands of people roaring together, and the sound shook the sky and moved forward.

Lu Yun roared angrily, his eyes were red, and he dragged a huge jet-black iron rod and rushed over like a gust of wind.

"Men have their own boys.

Men should be violent.

Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf.

If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not teach a man's body to wrap a woman's heart.

Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents.

There are 100 battlefields in the field of revenge, and there are weeds everywhere.

The boy does not tremble, there is a song to listen to:

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. ”

Behind the scenes, countless people responded. The sound shook for nine days, and the city of Nanjing suddenly became brightly lit, and the camp full of torches suddenly became lively.

"What sound?"

Duoduo got up in a panic and kicked away the girls on the bed and screamed.

A figure crawled in one after another, with a panicked face: "Prince Yu is not good, the enemy is attacking at night." ”

Duoduo was stunned: "Night attack? You are crazy? Nanjing City has obviously surrendered, and the city gate will be opened tomorrow, and you tell this king that the other party will attack at night? They don't want to live anymore. ”

The man cried with a sad face: "Prince Yu is really a night attack, listen to ......"

"Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. Duoduo gasped: "What a big breath, this king wants to see who is so bold and how many enemies there are?" ”

He didn't wear any armor, so he walked out with a cold face. Behind him, the man crawled continuously: "Prince Yu, the gentleman does not stand ......"

"Hmph, this king is the prince of Yu in the Qing Dynasty, not the prince of your Han people, get out of this king."

Dodor kicked the man away and walked out of the tent with a snort. When he looked up, he saw a black light flash away, and he jumped over the gate and fell directly into the camp.

Brush!!!

The sky was full of arrows that shot up into the sky, slicing through a graceful arc, and then quickly gathered, as if turning into a huge jet-black sword and shooting at the man.

"Hahaha, give Lao Tzu a scatter."

The iron rod swept like thunder. There was a click in the sky, and the shaking ears hurt. The huge arrow, which had countless sharp arrows gathered, was unexpectedly knocked away by a stick and scattered in all directions.

Duoduo's pupils shrank, and he shuddered: this is not a man, it is simply a devil.