"Get out, get out!"

Seeing that the standard battalion was blocked by the Ming army in the large school field and could not rush out, and the fire in the city was soaring, I don't know how many Ming troops came, and Zhang Jinzhong, the deputy general of the standard battalion, hurriedly waved his knife and roared again and again.

"If you can't rush out, everyone has to be finished, and they all fight for Lao Tzu!"

"Whoever doesn't sell his life, Lao Tzu is the first to spare him!"

"If you want to live, you have to rush, fucking follow me!"

“”

The officers of the standard battalion also knew that the situation was extremely unfavorable for them, and if they were really blocked by the Ming army in the school yard and then set fire to it, they would have no place to run if they wanted to.

Therefore, the deputy general did not work to urge, and they also took the lead in fighting to the death with the Ming army.

At this time, there were still many battalion soldiers who had not yet figured out that it was the Ming army, not the Manchurian soldiers, who blocked them.

But it doesn't matter, whoever doesn't let them live, they will play with whomever they want.

In order to survive, a group of standard battalion soldiers and the Ming army speared back and forth at the gate of the school field, slashing with knives and axes, and actually showed unprecedented combat effectiveness.

It's really hand-to-hand combat, and both sides don't want to kill each other.

Whoever instigates is the grandson.

The sound of the gun is also a big work, and a cloud of smoke soon formed at the gate, and the Ming and Qing dynasties rushed to me in the choking smoke.

Angry scolding and screams came and went.

The brutality of the battle was far greater than that of the Manchurian soldiers in armor and storming Huanglong Mountain.

"It's over, it's over."

Daotai Qian Wentao had never seen such a cruel fight, and he was terrified by the corpses everywhere in front of the camp gate.

If it weren't for the attaché holding him, I was afraid that this Daotai master would faint on the spot.

Seeing that the standard battalion could not break the blockade of the Ming army, he was even more shocked and anxious.

What was shocking was how the Ming army, which was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops, ran out of the mountains, and what was anxious was that his old life would have to be thrown into this ghost place today.

Pity him Qian Wentao was originally a poor and sour talent in Cangzhou, and he was nearly thirty years old and had never been admitted to the examination.

When he heard that the Qing Dynasty had entered the Guankai Enke Xiucai could also be admitted to the Jinshi, he went to Beijing to take the exam with the mentality of giving it a try.

I don't want to be hit!

First for the seven products of the county, after 20 years of steadfastness as an official, he was promoted to the Taoist from the third grade, becoming a capable person in the eyes of the hometown fathers, and also the pride of the Qian family.

The Qing Dynasty gave him the opportunity to carp jump the dragon gate, and he Qian Wentao died as a confidant in his life, and he never returned to his hometown for 20 years as an official.

I originally pointed to returning to my hometown after pacifying the remnants of the Ming Dynasty this time, but I never thought that I would lose my old life.

It's really unwilling.

In a panic, I only hope that a miracle will appear, and Vice General Zhang can wipe out all the Ming troops in the city like Zhao Zilong in Changshan back then, or Admiral Dong can lead the army back in time to help.

How can there be miracles?

Zhang Jinzhong desperately commanded the men and horses to break through, and the officers and soldiers of the standard battalion were also all working hard, but the Ming army was not vegetarian, and they used their lives to block the crazy attack of the standard battalion.

The two sides were at the gate of the university yard like two bulls facing each other with their horns, and they refused to take a step back.

"Xu Lin, you dare to be a traitor and sell your life to the thief!"

A standard battalion commander who was fighting hard with the Ming army was surprised to find that the person who was fighting with them in Manchurian collar clothes on the opposite side was actually Xu Lin, the sentry officer of the rear camp, and he couldn't help but ask Hou Xu Lin one after another about the three generations of women who were traitors.

"Surnamed Ge, you have a clean mouth! Lao Tzu is a Han Chinese, not a traitor! Your surname Ge is the dog leg of the Tartars, the dog traitor! ”

Xu Lin knew Ge Qian, the two had drunk and gambled together, and they didn't have a deep friendship, but they would help if they had something.

It only doesn't matter who you are, even if Admiral Dong Xueli comes, he will cut it down.

It was also called to these people from the front camp to be angry, if Zhao Jinzhong hadn't arrived in time just now, I was afraid that he would have been cut down by the front camp soldiers so that his parents couldn't recognize him when they came.

The two of them just scolded each other, and I scolded them, but they couldn't fight with each other, because it was too crowded.

Just now he was still chopping here, and in an instant he was taken to the other side by the crowd.

"Dog Tartar, Lao Tzu gives you your life, you want Lao Tzu's life!"

It was a Green Battalion sentry who didn't know who the enemy was.

At the gate, all kinds of foul language continued, and blood was constantly spurting out.

In just a short period of time, the originally clean stone floor has been turned into a pool of blood on which people will slip.

The two groups of people pressed against each other tightly, sometimes the Ming army was pushed back, and sometimes the Qing army was pressed back behind the door.

The bodies of the fallen war dead restrained the movements of both sides, and the wounded and undead soldiers were trampled to death by their own people before they had time to be dragged down.

This is true regardless of whether it is the Qing army or the Ming army.

Kill the red eye.

However, as time passed, the balance of victory eventually tilted in favor of the Ming army.

The trapped Qing army did not have reinforcements, but the Ming army did.

Wang Wu led his troops to arrive, and when he saw that many of the soldiers who had followed him all the way had died under the swords of the green battalion soldiers who were still fighting in this group of trapped beasts, he couldn't help but be red-eyed, and rushed forward without saying a word.

"The general is here!"

The arrival of Wang Wu made the Ming officers and soldiers who were fighting to the death burst out with amazing courage, shouting that the Qing army that rushed out again was pushed back.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

This time, no matter how Zhang Jinzhong wielded his knife to urge and how he killed the retreaters, it was useless.

The arrival of reinforcements not only boosted the morale of the Ming army, but also made the Qing army, which was still desperate, lose confidence in breaking through.

The Qing army, which could not be supported, finally retreated in great strides, and the Ming army poured in like a tide along the gate.

Xu Lin finally rushed in front of the general Ge Qian, and the two of them swung their knives at the same time and slashed at each other.

"Bell!"

The two took a few steps back at the same time.

Both of their hands were trembling, their wrists seemed to be drained, and they were too weak to hold the knife.

After taking a few breaths, Xu Lin raised the knife again and wanted to fight with Ge Qian, but Ge Qian ran back without looking back.

"The surname Ge, there is a kind of don't run!"

Xu Lin was extremely angry, and chased after him with a knife.

In the colonel's field, the black-pressed Ming army chased the collapsed Qing army and slashed indiscriminately.

Zhang Jinzhong couldn't run away, and a spear stabbed him in the left leg, causing him to fall to the ground in a huge pain.

"Help me up!"

Zhang Jinzhong shouted in fear, and several pro-soldiers hesitated but turned around and ran.

The Ming army came to kill.

"Give Lao Tzu a good time!"

Looking at the Ming army approaching him, Zhang Jinzhong gritted his teeth and stood up.

He will never surrender.

There were soldiers from the front and rear battalions who were with Xu Lin anyway, pointing at Zhang Jinzhong and shouting: "This person is Zhang Jinzhong, the deputy general of the former battalion!" ”

"Adjutant general?"

Surrounded by all the armor soldiers, Wang Wu walked in front of Zhang Jinzhong, whose body was shaking, and directly slashed it without saying a word.

With a "poof", a pillar of blood splashed into the sky.

Then the head braid that fell off was grabbed by Wang Wu's hand, and he immediately threw it into the distance with all his might.

The head spills a line of blood in the air.

With a "plop", Zhang Jinzhong's head fell to the ground like a ball, leaving a pool of blood on the ground while constantly rolling forward.

Finally, it stopped at the foot of the money road.

But when he heard the sound, Lord Daotai rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.