The Green Battalion was originally a Ming army.

A pro-soldier is a family member.

There are more than 7,000 battalions in the sea department, but there are only 450 elite soldiers.

This elite soldier can't fight a big war, and he can't fight a vicious war!

The whole army was up and down, and he was alone in the sea, and he was blessed to carry the flag.

Not the Han army, but Manchuria.

Positive white flag Manchuria!

This honor is not as good as Zhang Changgeng, the governor of Huguang, and Dong Xueli, the governor of Huguang.

Jingxi General Mulima held a banquet at the beginning of the year, and he was impressively above Zhang and Dong in the sea.

Non-left governors are higher than governors and military gates.

It's really Manchuria!

The moon shines on the dragon flag, and the wind blows the immortals.

Since it is true Manchuria, it should be a death for the Qing Dynasty!

Up to the sky, down to the people.

Even if you die today, you should not humiliate Manchuria.

"Commander, those who retreat are killed!"

Liu Bentang, who had picked up a life, took the herald to the top and shouted again and again.

When the battalion soldiers who were rushing heard the order, they subconsciously looked ahead, and saw that the handsome flag was from far and near.

After the handsome flag, it is like a forest knife formation.

All the battalion soldiers were discolored, and they were all frightened.

"Go back, go back!"

The adjutant general, Wang Jinzhong, saw that the governor personally led his own troops into battle, and knew that he could not retreat, otherwise he would be waiting for him with strict military law.

It's just that the Ming saber car really wants people's lives, and the corpses are separated immediately when they run a slow step, and the rout soldiers in front don't dare to run anymore when they know that the governor is coming, and where do they know in the back!

Thousands of people are crowded on the narrow mountain road, and if they run in one go, they will be like a flood that opens the floodgates and discharges into the rivers and seas.

The front is steep and stopped, and the middle and back are deadly.

Poor excretion, confusion and abnormality.

You pushed me and squeezed me, but you trampled on each other.

Wailing and screaming, cursing and cursing.

The defeated soldiers who were chased and killed by the Ming army in the back were even more frightened, and saw that the team in front did not move, in order to survive, who cared about military law and what Shangguan, and picked up the fire gun is a burst of smashing.

Those who have knives are even more ruthless and slash their companions who are in the way to the side!

Seeing this, a capital division was stupid enough to restrain the rout, but he was hit on the head with a fire hammer and fainted on the spot.

I can't get up again.

Countless feet stepped over him, only to break his bones and hurt his lungs.

He was still breathing, but he was spitting blood from his mouth.

Where can I still live.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

Seeing that the governor led his own troops up, but the rout was still the same, Wang Jinzhong was furious and drew his sword to kill several routs in a row, but he still couldn't stop the rout.

Even he, the lieutenant general, was swept forward by a flood of routs.

It's like a boat in the ocean, and I can't help myself.

In a hurry, I saw that the handsome flag had arrived.

Under the big flag, wearing iron armor and a white tasseled helmet, it is not the governor, who is it!

The chaotic situation of the rout in front made Yu Haihai furious, and the long knife resolutely pointed forward: "Those who mess with our army, those who do not obey orders, no matter who they are, behead!" ”

"Slash!"

All the armored soldiers shouted at the same time, but they didn't ask who was coming in front of them, and they all swung their swords and cut down.

Before dozens of rushed battalion soldiers could beg for mercy, they were beheaded on the spot by broadswords.

Behind this scene was shocked, and the routs who were pushed over were so shocked that their legs and feet were weak.

"Go back and fight the thief!"

Yu Dahai, who is nearly fifty years old, is not angry and arrogant, and there is endless killing intent in his eyes.

"Go back and fight the thief!"

Hundreds of pro-soldiers repeated the voice of the main general in a loud voice, and marched along the mountain road with neat steps, leaving no gap for the rout to escape.

"Kill the enemy with Bendu!"

Standing in the battlefield on the side of Wushan, Yu Dahai is like returning to the eventful years of fighting against the Great Western Thieves and the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty.

Under the pride, he waved his knife and shouted: "Capture the thief and raise the flag!" ”

"Capture the thief and raise the flag!"

The soldiers in armor and swords stepped forward like a wall, and in their eyes was the desire for military merit and the expectation of becoming a banner man.

"Stomp!"

The sound of the clash of ironclad armor when more than 100 ironclad soldiers stepped in front of them continued to echo in the valley.

Dozens of lives again.

The collapse was finally suppressed by Yu Dahai's own soldiers.

Retire or die, if you don't retreat, you die!

"If you don't die of a thief, you will die of the law!"

The rout had no choice, and after some adjustments, the long line finally turned around like a snake, and rushed towards the Ming army again.

It's the real madness, the madness that doesn't live anymore.

The battalion soldiers, who had no way to retreat, pounced on the knife cart that the Ming army was advancing with their firearms.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!"

One desperate battalion after another gritted their teeth and rushed towards the Ming army.

Forward and backward, tide after tide.

Such as a sea of people.

The crazy crowd slowed down the offensive of the Ming army, and the knife car was swallowed up by the crowd of the Qing army in a blink of an eye.

"Kill!"

Everyone was desperate, the big knives kept swinging, the big axes kept chopping, and the spears kept stabbing

The two armies were fighting in a mountain road less than half a mile, and from a distance it was full of moving heads.

With every breath, a fresh life is lost.

There was no sound of guns, no arrows whistling, it was all hand-to-hand combat.

"Qinggou is crazy, crazy!"

Jiang Tiancheng shouted and waved the big axe to slash the Qing soldiers who smashed the fire gun as a knife at him, but he couldn't lift the big axe anymore.

He's killed too much, but there's still too much of that group of clear dogs.

His strength was exhausted, but the enemy still pounced on them in waves.

"Brothers, hold on!"

Xu Lin was injured, not a knife wound, but a fire gun called Qing Bing in his head smashed through the hole.

Several carts have long been engulfed by the Qing soldiers, and the warriors of the Ming army in the carts are no longer one in ten, and the two sides bite each other together to fight for their lives.

Wang Wu was shocked at how the Qing army had become so crazy, and the scene in front of him was completely beyond his cognition of the Qing army.

Something must have happened!

I don't think much about climbing to the right and looking forward.

In the depths of the line of sight, a large banner of Yuzi was advancing here under the escort of hundreds of armored Qing soldiers.

Everywhere they went, there were corpses of the rout.

The thousands of battalions that originally collapsed and fled were forced to spill over the Ming army like zombies by the banner of the word.

Really red-eyed.

Madness that death can't stop.

Wang Wu's eyes were also red.

He saw Yu Dahai under the banner.

Although he didn't know this traitor to the Ming Dynasty, he knew that the Qing general wearing the Eight Banners Helmet must be Yu Dahai!

If it's not him, who is it!

Looking at the carts in front of them that were constantly swallowed up by the crowds of Qing soldiers, looking at the subordinates below who had been cut down so much that they couldn't even wave their arms, and looking at the green battalion soldiers who had become unafraid of death because they were afraid of death

Wang Wu's breathing began to be rapid, and his pupils instantly dilated.

The whole body was inexplicably hot, and there seemed to be blood burning in the chest, as if a flame was about to burn everything in front of him.

"Fuck you, I'm going to explode!"

With a trembling right arm, he slowly lifted the big axe in his hand, and the demonized Wang Wu gritted his teeth and roared at his subordinates who were fighting to the death: "If you don't fight to the death today, the world will die!" ”