What kind of fucked person is this, he didn't dare to fight with the Liao soldiers, and he just sent these people who didn't have the slightest military knowledge to send them to death. What do those ordinary people know, in front of soldiers armed to the teeth, these people are no different from a pile of meat.

"Huh! Li Xiao wants the flowery world of Jinling, so he has to pay the price. Today he killed a common man, and a family hated him and his Liao army. When he kills two people, two families hate him to death. I want to lay down the Jinling ......! He killed thousands, even hundreds of thousands. Then there are thousands of families, and 100,000 families hate him.

How many of these are there? Million? Lakh? Million? How can a court that is hated by so many people stand stable. Wen Tiren's trick is clever, and he is clever enough to bury a big thunder for Li Xiao without losing his own strength. Ma Shiying looked at the cannon sound in the distance, and smiled like an owl.

"At this time, why are you still talking about this? It's true to find a way to escape quickly, you don't care how much thunder he has planted, and we have a hairy relationship. Ruan Dacheng was as angry as a mad dog, he didn't care about anything thunderous, what he cared about was how to escape. Li Xiao's temper he knows too well, a battle that killed so many people. Li Xiao will never let go of the initiator Ma Shiying and himself!

Even if you want to surrender now, there's no fucking way.

Jiangshan Sheji is a hairier, and high-ranking officials Houlu is a hairier. Alive! Being alive is the most important thing, there is no life, everything else is fucking bullshit.

"Huh! If no one hates this Li Xiao, how can we continue to agitate the world in the future, and then profit from it? ”

"Oh my horsemen, when is it now? What happens in the future, you have to live. This Jinling City can hold out for two more days at most, what will happen after two days? Disguise yourself as a refugee and go out of town, how is that possible. Our drawings will definitely be pasted at the city gate. was caught by Li Xiao, and it was impossible to keep this head. Ruan Dacheng was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, he couldn't wait to give birth to two wings and fly out of this Jinling City now.

"What's so hard about wanting to live, you and I still need makeup to escape from Jinling?"

Listening to Ma Shiying's words, Ruan Dacheng's eyes lit up: "Do you have a way to get out of the city?" These four sides are surrounded by Liao soldiers, and now it is difficult to get out of the city and climb to the sky. ”

"You are still from the two rankings, have you forgotten the Jing Nan suspicious case back then?" A weird smile appeared at the corner of Ma Shiying's mouth.

"You mean the secret passage where Emperor Jianwen escaped from the capital in the first place? A fire burned down the Daming Palace, and Chengzu took the opportunity to rebuild the Daming Palace and dug three feet into the ground but failed to find this secret passage. For more than two hundred years, no one has found where the secret passage is, and it is difficult to say whether there is such a secret passage or not. Ruan Dacheng naturally knew what happened when Jing was martyred, and legend has it that Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen escaped from the secret passage. But more than 200 years have passed, and no one knows where this secret passage is.

Even! It is quite possible that this is just a legend, an ethereal legend.

"Yes! Some! Otherwise, Cheng Zu and his old man would not have sent the Three Treasures eunuch to the West, nor would he have ordered Hu Ying to form the Guanshan Taibao to search around. ”

"You found it?" Ruan Dacheng was so excited that he almost jumped up, when the Battle of Jingjing was fought back then, the situation was so similar to today. The only difference may be that the original Jinling City was far less densely populated than it is today.

"Guess?"

"It's all this time, do you still have the heart to tease the boring child?"

"What are you doing now, I would love to see Wen Tiren's head hanging on the city wall waiting to rot." Ma Shiying glanced at Xuanwu Lake in the distance with interest.

Wen Tiren was already busy at this time, unlike Ma Shiying, who was fighting in Beicheng. The 13th Division of the Nanjing Forbidden Army under him really fought with the Liao soldiers. Wen Tiren's idea was to do his best to inflict heavy casualties on Li Xiao and seize the opportunity to hold peace talks.

"Phew!" The black bull rolled several times in succession, rolled under a wall, and spat out the dirt in its mouth.

Since the attack on the south gate, the 1st Division has been in a bitter battle. The vanguard battalion led by Black Bull fought even harder.

Bullets were fired from every house, from every light and dark bunker. These bastards shoot quite accurately, and if a Liao soldier is careless, he will be hit by a bullet. So far in the street fighting, the vanguard battalion of the Black Bull has lost two platoons of manpower.

The gunmen were relatively easy to deal with, setting up an observation post on a high place. Two mortars can control an entire street! But the other party's mortar is really annoying, although it is not as flexible and fast as the mortar of the Liao army, but it is more powerful than the mortar of the Liao army. A shell can blow a crater in the ground, and several people on the side are either hit by shrapnel and bleeding all over their bodies, or they are so shocked that they roll their eyes and blood from their mouths and noses.

One of the shells fell, directly killing the Black Bull's sharp knife squad. The black bull was so angry that he screamed "wow" and "wow", but there was nothing he could do.

Mortars are curved artillery, and people have built mortar positions with cover. Standing on a high place, you can't see where the shells are flying, you can only hear the whistling of the shells, and then there are violent explosions and scorching shrapnel, and the soldiers scream in amazement.

Unlike Ma Shiying's simple and rude application of the people, Wen Tao's use of the people is quite fine.

"Wang Xiucai, it's your turn this time. Remember, after a while, the Liao soldiers came downstairs, and when they saw the red flag waving, you lit the fuse and jumped down. A company commander of the Nanjing Forbidden Army patted Wang Xiucai on the shoulder.

"Wang is not talented, I am willing to die to serve the country!" After eating a lavish war meal, Wang Xiucai hid in a small corner of the attic. He couldn't see anything here, and through the half-open window he could see the red flag in the distance. As long as the red flag is shaken, you will light the fuse and jump down.

The people of the Jiangnan Forbidden Army are gone, and only Wang Xiucai is left squatting by the window. There were fierce gunshots everywhere, but at this moment, Wang Xiucai didn't seem to hear anything. Those voices seemed to be far away from him!

The Liao soldiers will soon arrive, and he decides to use the time he has left to reminisce about the past. When he was a child, his family was poor, but his parents had to provide him with education even if he ate pickles. At that time, he knew that only reading could change his fate.

He worked very hard, although he didn't have the new stationery and new clothes of his classmates, but Mr. said that he was the hardest working student, and there was no one.

Township and county school, he got his wish and was admitted to Xiucai. Then he became a parent, and then he became a father. Then he went to take the exam, and he didn't win once, twice and three times, and ......! I took the exam for eight years in a row, and I was defeated and defeated again and again. The eyes in which people looked at him ranged from envy and reverence to indifference and contempt.

Originally, he wanted to participate in the Autumn Festival this year, and he was confident that he would be the first person to pass the exam in one fell swoop.

But he didn't expect the damned Liao soldiers to come, he heard about the heinous atrocities of the Liao soldiers. In order to stop the atrocities of the Liao soldiers, and also for their children to live in this city in the future. Wang Xiucai is ready to use his life to drive away the barbarians and prevent his children from suffering from the poison of the barbarians.

Thinking of his tiger-headed child, the corners of Wang Xiucai's mouth couldn't help but grin. With a smile on his face, his eyes filled with tears. Tears flowed down her cheeks, a little cold, and when they fell to the corners of her mouth, they were a little salty.

Hold the explosives bag in your arms, which contains thirty pounds of gunpowder. Wang Xiucai, who was physically weak, carried it in his hand, very, very heavy.

A red flag suddenly waved on the roof in the distance, and Wang Xiucai hurriedly struck a match and lit the fuse. The white fuse sparks and green smoke were rising, and Wang Xiucai's ears were full of the praise of the neighbors yesterday for him. At this moment, he seems to have returned to the day of Zhong Xiucai, the highlight moment of his life.

Raising his hand to open the window, he jumped from the attic. Holding the explosives bag, the smoke ......!

As he fell, he suddenly saw his son rush out of the shop downstairs. stared at the big eyes, as if shouting "Dad". On the child's body, there was green smoke rising.