The Han general quits his family and destroys the thief, and vows to be ambitious and peaceful!

In the snow, a group of soldiers of the Ming army who would rather die than surrender braved the enemy's arrows and falling stones to climb bravely.

Everything, just for that last insistence.

The Ming flag will not fall, and the Han Zuo will not be extinguished!

Wang Wupan was at the forefront.

It is he who leads these people to the point of no return, so if he dies, he should die first!

If you don't die, let this Wushan become a monument that will never fall down in the land of China!

If he dies, it will be convenient for the Yama Prefecture of Quantai to raise the banner again!

Life is also a hero, and death is also a ghost.

Life is short for decades, what to fear, and what to love!

Not for the common people, but also for the two taels of meat under the crotch!

You can't let that Tartar say that the Han people are all eggless seeds!

The rebels on the slope quickly discovered Wang Wubu's movements, and almost breathlessly, a crisp sound came.

The mouth of the gun is aimed at Wang Wu!

And it's a face door that is not protected by armor!

In the moment when the sound of the gun had not yet sounded, a figure held a sign in front of Wang Wu, and immediately heard the sound of the gun, and then the muffled sound of lead entering the wood came from the card, and the right hand of the person holding the card was shaken, and then a wisp of blood burst out and fell on the snow.

"Captain, be careful! Let me Cao Diwei go first! ”

The one who was bleeding more than the gun in his right hand was Cao Diwei, the fifth soldier of the king, who was also one of the seventeen ironclad dead soldiers.

Without waiting for Wang Wu to say, Cao gritted his teeth and held up the card and continued to rush up.

The figure was in front of Wang Wu, and he wanted to use his body to shield the captain from all the dangers from above.

Blood dripped down the snow like white cream adorning red strawberries.

"Good brother!"

Wang Wu's heart was like a fire, and there seemed to be a thousand hot flames in his chest that were about to spit out between heaven and earth.

The long knife pointed, and more than 300 soldiers smashed the rebels on the slope like clenched fists in the void.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

A roar resounded through the slopes.

It's the will, it's the soul!

The Ming army's fearlessness made the rebels on the slope panic.

"Release, release, release!"

"Shoot them for me, shoot them!"

"Stop them, don't let the thieves come up!"

“.....”

The commander of the rebels was the named general Wan Yunlong, who was originally a bandit in the Huaiqing area, and the Dashun army that Chongzhen participated in in the seventeenth year.

Seeing that the Ming army under the slope was so desperate, and there were ironclad soldiers rushing in front, as if they were going to be eaten alive, this made Wan Yunlong inexplicably a little panicked, and he couldn't help but gasp.

In his consciousness, it is impossible for the Ming army at the end of the road to be so fierce, let alone two or three hundred people as heroic as thousands of troops.

Whose subordinates are they?

Wan Yunlong, who didn't have time to think about it, could do all his best to suppress the panicked soldiers at this time, and fight for this life to suppress the Ming army, otherwise even if he could escape from the hands of the Ming army, Hou Ye would not spare him.

"Fuck, hit!"

Wan Yunlong's subordinate officers also forcibly supported the command of the soldiers to shoot down the slope with fire guns and bows and arrows.

The ironclad Ming army that rushed to the forefront was their key target.

Only the power of the lead shot by the rebels' rough fire guns could not penetrate the iron armor of the transparent army at all, and the arrows shot on the iron armor only made a crisp "clanging" sound.

The ironclad Ming army armed with broadswords and assault were all holding cards, and they retreated like turtles, so that the rebels' firearms and bows and arrows were used on them as if they were broken.

Wang Wu and his ironclad soldiers still went up steadily, although the distance was close but the slope was steep, only when he was close to the rebels within twenty paces he would swing his sword to kill, otherwise, it was very easy to trip over the terrain.

The rebels soon found that they had no choice but to take the ironclad Ming troops in front of them, and instead shot their firearms and bows and arrows at the Ming troops behind.

Other rebels, led by officers, used stones to smash the Ming army's ironclad soldiers.

The Ming soldiers who were only wearing cotton armor immediately suffered casualties, and they were either hit by guns or arrows, and with every step forward, people fell, but it did not affect them in the slightest to follow the main general upward with the determination to die.

A fist-sized stone impartially crossed over Cao Diwei's head in front of him and smashed straight into Wang Wu's helmet.

With a "bang", Wang Wu only felt that his head was hit by something, and he felt a little dull and dizzy, and then the helmet took off backwards and rolled to the ground.

Unable to touch whether he was injured or to pick up his helmet, Wang Wu gritted his teeth and led the crowd to move on.

More and more rocks fell, and one larger stone struck one of the ironclad soldiers in the leg, causing him to lose his strength and roll downward.

Stones kept falling on the soldiers of the Ming army in iron armor, and although these stones were not large, they still kept hurting them.

Some stones fell on the heads of the Ming soldiers who did not have helmets in the rear, and their heads were opened on the spot, and blood gushed like a spring.

Some were smashed and even more dizzy, and they threw their heads up and fell downhill.

"Shoot!"

Zhao Jinzhong, who followed the team to within 100 paces, saw that the situation ahead was not good, and immediately raised his bow and shot at the rebels who were looking down on the slope.

The arrow departed from the string, and the strong force made the arrow make a whistle-like sound at high speed.

"Poof", the sound fell to the arrow!

The sharp arrow hit the rebel general in the left eye.

Although he was unable to break out of the skull, the rebel took the entire left eyeball and eyelid into the deep skull.

"Ahh

The rebels screamed in pain, and subconsciously wanted to pull out the arrow in their eyes, but they didn't have the courage to pull it out under the tentacles.

Dozens of arrows "swished" from below, and seven or eight rebel gunners who were aiming at the Ming army could not dodge and were shot one after another.

The sound of firecrackers rang out from below, and the guns that erupted either sparked on the stones or punched small holes in the rebels' bodies.

There was a sudden chaos on the slope.

The short-term chaos of the rebels gave Wang Wu the opportunity to approach, and when he was still more than 20 steps away from the rebels, he violently raised the card in his left hand upward, and waved the big knife in his right hand forward: "For the sake of Daming, kill the enemy!" ”

"Kill!"

With the roar, the Ming army in iron armor no longer had to shrink back like before, and their heavy bodies continued to leap forward in the snow between the slopes.

"They're coming... The thief is here! ”

Vaguely, Wang Wu heard someone shouting from the rebels on the slope, and a rebel Qian Zong looked at him honestly from a distance of more than a dozen steps.

The long knife in his hand seemed to tremble.

Wang Wu, who had jumped more than a dozen steps in a row, jumped up with an arrow.

With a swing of the knife, the right arm of a rebel soldier who raised his knife to cut him over was cut off by him on the spot, and the moment blood spurted out of his body, it was like a pillar of blood.

"Die!"

Wang Wuli ignored the soldier who was wailing with a broken arm, and slashed at the rebel Qianzong with a knife in both hands.

That Qian always didn't know whether he was stupid because of Wang Wu's appearance, or if he was shocked by the fearless spirit of this desperate Ming army, and he didn't raise his sword to block it at the first time.

By the time he reacted, Wang Wu's knife had already fallen from mid-air, and with a "bang", the knife that the rebel Qian always instinctively raised was cut to the ground by Wang Wu.

Along with the long knife, it was the palm of the five fingers on the ground that was still moving!

"You!"

Mr. Qian looked at his handless right arm with a frightened face, and suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and he actually asked the iron-clad man of the Ming army in front of him to pull his braid.

The strength was so great that it seemed like his entire scalp was going to be torn apart.

In the midst of the wailing and screaming, the back of his head was cold.

By the time he twisted his neck, a scalp the size of a palm had detached from his head and hung crumbling on his back.

"Horn!"

Braids hit the ground.