Is the National Teacher of the Troubled Times dead?

With a wisp of national fortune protection, it may not be.

But as long as his soul is not extinguished, the Wind Tribulation will not disappear.

It just depends on the wisp of national fortune and wind calamity that he extracted, who can last longer.

The most important thing is that even if the national teacher in the troubled times can survive, he will eventually become muddy, and he will no longer be the strong, confident, and scheming super strongman.

Mr. Zhang Da looked at the wind tribulation enveloping the soul of the national teacher in the troubled times, and sighed softly.

He whispered: "Fifth brother, the eldest brother has avenged you!" ”

"But don't worry, the Troubled Times National Master is just an appetizer, we will send the entire Great Qing Dynasty down to accompany you!"

The wind swept over the entire Northeast land, and finally I didn't know where to run.

But no one pays attention to a soul that is about to be scattered, and everyone knows that the Great Qing Dynasty seems to be losing.

Emperor Pu Jun looked around indifferently, he felt Hua Zhenguo's aggressive momentum, and he also saw Zhiweizi who wanted to make a profit.

His gaze swept over and fell on the panicked banner masters, Baylor, and Prince Yuping.

He whispered, "As long as I don't die!" The Great Qing Dynasty will not be destroyed! ”

Hua Zhenguo shouted: "Then please die here!" ”

He took a step forward suddenly, and the red battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the momentum was like a rainbow!

The five-clawed golden dragon under Emperor Pu Jun's seat was panicked, and it kept rolling around, and it was very afraid of the red battle flags around it.

Whether it is a five-clawed golden dragon or a red battle flag, it is actually a manifestation of national fortune.

Now that the Great Qing Dynasty is weak, the five-clawed golden dragon has finally developed a sense of fear!

Emperor Pu Jun was straight, standing on top of the head of the five-clawed golden dragon.

He stomped his feet slightly, and the calm, confident, and unhurried momentum was immediately transmitted to the five-clawed golden dragon.

He said softly: "More than a hundred years ago, my elder brother, Emperor Puyi, was forced to abdicate, burying the last national fortune of my Great Qing Dynasty. ”

"But I'm not reconciled! The Great Qing Dynasty has a noble banner bloodline and the most courageous generals in the world, how can it be ruined in the hands of a group of traitors? ”

"So I took the best of the warriors, and took the people whose blood had not yet cooled. In order to be able to regain the Great Qing Dynasty in this world, they are willing to turn themselves into people who are not human, ghosts and ghosts! ”

"They're still called corpse soldiers!"

Hua Zhenguo shouted: "The Great Qing Dynasty should have fallen more than a hundred years ago!" If you act against the sky, how can you succeed even in a hundred years? ”

Emperor Pujun smiled slightly: "But, isn't Middle-earth also acting against the sky now?" ”

"Hua Zhenguo, you and I are the same kind of people! I want the Great Blue Dynasty to continue to exist, don't you also want Middle-earth to continue to exist? ”

"It's just that you are luckier than me, and the sixth generation chief has paved a path for you with his own life. And what about me? My brother! The last emperor would rather abdicate than let me become the emperor of the Great Qing Dynasty! ”

"You can control the fortunes of Middle-earth, what about me? I had to work hard to collect some of the remaining national fortunes of the Great Qing Dynasty! ”

"I can only rely on those loyal servants who have fallen into a deep sleep! to maintain the immortal heritage of the Great Green Dynasty! ”

"I'm not reconciled! Why should my dynasty be lost to a Middle-earth that is about to fall! ”

"Why have I worked hard for a hundred years, but I can only end up with a failed result!"

"I'm not reconciled! My courtiers! Are you willing? ”

Prince Yuping roared sharply: "Emperor Ama! Erchen is unwilling! Erchen is willing to shed the last drop of blood for the Daqing Dynasty! ”

The flag owner with the yellow flag and the positive yellow flag roared in a deep voice: "We are not reconciled! We, the bannermen, are supposed to be in charge of this world! ”

Everyone Baylor roared: "We are not reconciled! ”

The remnants of the Royal Forest Army, the children of the banners, and even the unofficial and unemployed people roared angrily and made a voice from the bottom of their hearts!

Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling!

The national fortunes of the Great Qing Dynasty lasted for nearly three hundred years! Why should it be ruined today?

We have gone from being transformed from a living person to a corpse, how much criticism and suffering we have endured, why should we be defeated at the hands of Middle-earth!

Why!

One roar after another spread throughout the entire Helin Palace, and I could only hear that the commander of Ji Ruming's regiment outside was like a great enemy, and he personally stood at the forefront.

He knew that the final counterattack of the Great Qing Dynasty was coming.

If Middle-earth can't withstand this counterattack, even if it wins, it will suffer heavy losses, and it will no longer have the strength to fight against the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance!

He was giving orders there, but he heard a high-pitched dragon roar from the five-clawed golden dragon under Emperor Pu Jun's seat in the sky.

The current emperor of the Great Qing Dynasty, like a god, overlooked his own people in the Helin Palace.

"Everyone, the Great Qing Dynasty needs you to die here! I also need you to die here! ”

In the Lin Xing Palace, the remaining tens of thousands of corpse soldiers let out an angry roar: "Fight to the death!" Fight to the death! Fight to the death! ”

Ji Ru ordered the commander of the regiment to roar; "Attention units! Assemble in two squares due north and south as a brigade! ”

"All the demon suppression soldiers of the Ninth Banner, defend the west gate!"

"Leave the east gate! Give them a way to escape! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, the corpse soldiers of the Daqing Dynasty are not afraid of death! ”

Surrounding three queyi is the orthodoxy of the art of war.

If all four city gates are blocked, the corpse soldiers who have no way to retreat will only have to fight their lives.

But if you leave a way to escape, you don't believe that there is no escape!

As soon as someone starts to flee, it will affect the morale of the rest of the people.

Once the army is distracted, the war will be much easier to fight!

A large number of demon suppression soldiers were mobilized, and the three city gate positions were all filled with heavily armed demon suppression soldiers.

Everyone knows that whether Middle-earth can win or not, and whether it can take away the national fortunes of the Great Qing Dynasty, depends on this battle!

Zhang Bensin's body burst out with qi and locked onto Zhiweizi from afar.

But Zhiweizi didn't care, but watched with great interest as the two sides continued to deploy troops.

No matter who wins or loses this war, it will not hurt the immortals.

Cannon shots came one after another, and the three city gates of the Lin Xinggong Palace were already in a fierce battle.

For the first time, the corpse soldiers, who were instigated by Emperor Pu Jun, launched a fierce counterattack that was not afraid of death.

Ignoring the flames formed by the phosphorus incendiary bombs and withstanding the casualties caused by the heavy artillery units, they marched forward one after another.

Even though they were ignited by the flames, even if they were smashed by cannonballs, they seemed to be crazy, and they did not know what death was.

Perhaps for this group of corpse soldiers, they should have died more than a hundred years ago.

It was only because of Emperor Pu Jun's words that they chose to abandon their identities as living people and survive for the sake of the Daqing Dynasty until now.

Maybe they wanted to die a long time ago.