The Heavens Ring.

Ying Tianfu.

Yang Fuming's eyes flashed with admiration, and he was overjoyed, and he hugged the crumbling "immortal" and said:

"Immortal, you are so powerful!"

"If my father and Uncle Huang had your help, they wouldn't have been defeated and killed."

"Sooner or later, I must fulfill my father's last wish and drive the Manchu barbarians out of the Central Plains!"

In the twelfth year of Kangxi, in December, Yang Qilong, the father of Yang Fuming, contacted Huang Ji and Chen Yi with some anti-Qing righteous people near Shuntianfu to plot against Qing and Ming.

Organized "Zhongxing officers and soldiers", called himself "Zhu Cixuan", was the third prince of Zhu of the Ming Dynasty, and changed his name to Guangde.

Later, he was suppressed by the Manchu minister Nalan Mingzhu and Tuhai led his troops to suppress it, failed to escape, and Huang Ji and Chen Yi were killed.

In the nineteenth year of Kangxi, Yang Qilong was arrested by Tuhai and sent back to Shuntianfu to be executed when Fengxiang wanted to raise troops against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty again.

Because of this, the son of Yang Qilong, who was lucky enough to escape, changed his name to Fuming, which means anti-Qing and Mingming!

The generals also gathered around and echoed:

"Haha, if it weren't for the fast running of those Manchu barbarians, the immortals would have been able to wipe out the Manchu 200,000 army!"

"In my opinion, the immortals are so powerful, after the Manchu barbarians are driven out, the immortals might as well ascend the throne and become the emperor, right?"

"Yes, if the immortals ascend the throne, they will definitely be like Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and they will be really good to our people!"

Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked at him, and all the generals looked happy, sighed faintly, and said secretly in his heart:

"I can't imagine that the Ming Dynasty has been dead for decades, and the people still miss the Ming Dynasty and Ming Taizu."

"It's really worthy of being a beggar and driving the Yuan people out of the Central Plains!"

"That's right, looking at all dynasties, it is the emperor and the scholars who share the world, only Ming Taizu is the same world with the people!"

Just as Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty was thinking about the exploits of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and reflecting on himself.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh sounded from heaven and earth:

"Hahaha, Xuande, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you become like this?"

"Could it be that with your cultivation, you wiped out a mere 200,000 army, and your spiritual power was exhausted?"

"I personally led an army of 500,000 to attack the city this time, Xuande, if you know each other, then obediently use the gift of surrender and go out of the city to pray for surrender."

"Otherwise~ on the day the city is broken, the chickens and dogs will not stay!"

At the same time, there was a vast and endless world, like an army of 500,000 in a black ocean.

Charging from a distance, the entire Ying Tianfu was surrounded.

No art of war, no artillery!

The 500,000 troops were all ready to go, and they only waited for Emperor Wu to give an order, and then they charged into battle.

Emperor Liu Bei of the Han Zhaolie Emperor turned cold, looked at Emperor Wu who swaggered to the city in disgust, and scolded:

"Sun 100,000, you are delusional!"

"With me today, you don't want to rob the people in the city!"

Emperor Wu saw that Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty had a pale face, and he was even more convinced that Liu Xuande was at the end of his crossbow.

But remembering that it was now a live broadcast, he still restrained his smile a little, and said with a pretentious gesture:

"Xuande, you and I are best friends, why this, why this~"

"Can't you give the gift of surrender? Then hold the Chixiao Sword in your hand and go out of the city and surrender. ”

"Otherwise, I can't control this 500,000 army~"

As he spoke, the commander of the Shanyue Sect suddenly raised his long knife and shouted:

"Kill!"

The three thousand mountains and the barbarians, and even the 500,000 army, shouted in unison:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The sound was deafening, as if it could tear the whole world apart.

Emperor Liu Bei of the Han Zhaolie Emperor hated the most in his life was the slaughter of the city, and at this moment, Emperor Wu was undoubtedly provoking him crazily.

His eyes were cold to the extreme, and he said in a cold voice:

"Sun 100,000, when death is imminent, I don't know it yet!"

"Take the luck of the big man as a guide!"

"Spirit"

"Rebel Thief"

The voice has not fallen, and the space is shaking!

A huge red dragon head poked out of the void, looking down at the stunned Emperor Wu Sun Quan, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In the next second, the huge body of the red divine dragon flew out of the void, just like Fang Cai.

The wisps of great Han luck hung down, turning into a big Han iron horse, and the person at the head was Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty!

Seeing that Emperor Wu Sun Quan was still stunned in place, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, shouted:

"Soldiers, kill the enemy with me!"

Hou Huo, the champion who was transformed by the luck of the great man, fell ill, and only chased a few dozen miles before dissipating.

It was because Han Gaozu saw Emperor Wu Sun Quan and the 500,000 army, so he deliberately pretended to be exhausted, just to lure Sun 100,000 to be fooled.

Although he was afraid of the First Emperor from the bottom of his heart, he was only a Great Qin and Wu King, so why was he afraid?

And at this moment, Emperor Wu, looking at the energetic Han Dynasty luck turned into soldiers, only felt that the whole person was not good.

Without hesitation, he turned over his horse and commanded:

"I don't believe that your Han Dynasty luck is inexhaustible and inexhaustible."

"Come on, kill me! Whoever wins the head of the demon will be promoted to three levels and rewarded with one million taels of gold! ”

In an instant, the 500,000 Manchu Qing army briefly forgot the miserable fate of the 200,000 army.

The words "million taels of gold" echoed in my mind.

Many people have never seen so much gold in their lives, and this is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Just kill the demon and you can get a treasure that will not be used up for dozens of lifetimes, who can bear this?

Without the general's order, all the Manchu soldiers rushed towards the red-light Han soldiers as if they were crazy.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the three thousand mountain barbarians who are surrounded by gold and stone.

A million taels of gold! They Shanyue people want it too!

When the two armies met, one by one the Manchu barbarians turned into hungry wolves, and even if they died, they had to bite off the flesh of the Han soldiers.

However, in the face of the Han soldiers who were protected by the luck of the Great Han, all the Manchu barbarians were like mantis arms blocking the car.

Emperor Wu himself quietly retreated when the 500,000 Manchu army who were blinded by the "rich reward" charged.

Seeing that the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were all like chopping melons and chopping vegetables, slaughtering the Manchu army, he couldn't help but feel like a knife, and muttered:

"How is this possible! How can it be! ”

"Luck... Luck... Damn it... How can this Han Dynasty's luck be so powerful! ”

"Hahaha...... This is not true! This is not true! ”

……

on the city walls.

Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked at Emperor Wu who was laughing wildly from a distance, and also frowned at the red dragon flying in the sky, and said suspiciously:

"Could it be that the luck of the Han is really so vast? Inexhaustible? Inexhaustible? ”

"It's even more powerful than the Secret Arts?"

Yang Fuming and the other generals glanced at each other, clenched the weapons in their hands, and asked for their orders:

"Immortals, I want to go out of the city to fight!"

"That's right, my parents, wife and children died at the hands of the Manchu barbarians, this revenge, I must avenge it!"

"The big deal is to die, and eighteen years later, he will be a good man again!"

Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty came back to his senses, pulled out the red fairy sword, and commanded:

"Soldiers, follow me out of the city!"

(End of chapter)