In ancient times, there may not have been special forces in the strict sense, but conceptually speaking, there are two kinds of soldiers that are the closest to each other, one is the personal guard, and the other is the death squad.

As the bodyguards of those in power, they are equivalent to bodyguards. It is usually the most loyal and martial arts person. However, when the generals go out on the expedition, there will not be many guards around them, generally speaking, about 100 people is the limit, and if there are more people, they will be greedy for life and afraid of death, which will damage morale.

As for the death squads, of course, they were not called death squads at that time, and they were generally called cannon fodder battalions or dead soldiers' battalions. This is a group of real outlaws, and the battlefield is constantly changing, no matter whether it is a big or small battle, there will always be some unavoidable danger and death-like missions.

For example, when attacking a city, the first one to rush up with a ladder, another example is when the cavalry is hedging, the one who rushes to the forefront on horseback, and another example, when the battle situation is unfavorable, the whole army is left behind when retreating.

Such a task, nine deaths and one life is no longer enough to describe its danger, it is completely ten deaths and no life.

Qiu Huo, twenty-eight years old, is the strongest physique in a man's life. He joined the cannon fodder battalion at the age of sixteen, and now twelve years have passed. Along the way, how many times he narrowly escaped death, and how many ghosts and ghosts he had under his hands, he couldn't remember it for a long time, maybe only the forty-three knife wounds and arrow sores on his body, and the burn scars left by boiling water and oil, could explain clearly. Many times, looking at his own tatters, he also wondered how he survived.

The soldiers of the cannon fodder battalion are unfortunate, but Qiu Huo feels that it is okay, just because he is the cannon fodder under the command of Lan Yu, the god of war of the Ming Dynasty and the Duke of Liangguo.

In Lan Yu's eyes, someone must always do the work of the cannon fodder battalion, which is no way to do it, but this does not affect the importance he attaches to the people in the cannon fodder battalion. Yes, valued. All military salaries were tripled, all supplies, wine and meat were given priority to the cannon fodder battalion, and he also gave his cannon fodder battalion a special name "begging".

Everyone in the begging camp is a sinner, or a prisoner of war, or a relative of a criminal, or a criminal himself, and no good person wants to come to the camp. But in this begging camp, Qiu Huo, as the battalion commander, felt very happy, and he felt very happy about this kind of hard work.

Now, one old brother after another has gone, and even Lan Dashuai is going. Qiu Huo, along with his brothers, accepted Lan Dashuai's order for the last time to sneak into the palace from the dark river channel of Xuanwu Lake on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival and capture the emperor's eldest grandson, Zhu Yunwen. Although he didn't ask at the time, Lan Yu still explained to him: "Killing is just a human life, and if you catch it and bring it to Zhu Yuanzhang, it will have unexpected value." ”

What is the value? Qiu Huo didn't know, he didn't care, he knew that this was a mortal mission, but in order to repay the kindness of the handsome in the past, he, and his brothers, were willing.

Everything is still going well, if you ignore the three hundred brothers who died under the water in vain, and the obstruction of the monster-like little eunuch who fell not far away.

"Shut up!" Qiu Huo shouted angrily at His Royal Highness, the second most noble emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The noise upset him.

"Ruyi! You, you deserve to die! I will punish you nine tribes!"

A hand knife cut at the back of Zhu Yunwen's neck, and easily resisted Zhu Yunwen on his shoulder, Qiu Huo spat on the ground: "Zhu Laozi Nine Clans, if you can find them, Lao Tzu has to thank you." ”

"Boss, what about this little eunuch?"

Qiu Huo looked at the little eunuch who had already fainted on the ground and said, "It's just a eunuch, whatever." ”

Subconsciously looked at the corpse of the "monster" eunuch who fell to the ground not far away, even at this moment, Qiu Huo still felt incredible. He has also encountered martial arts masters on the battlefield, but it is too rare to be so strong. It is inconceivable that more than 200 brothers died at his hands alone, or in the situation of siege.

"It's a pity. Qiu Huo muttered, then carried Zhu Yunwen and led a group of brothers to the outside of the East Palace.

If I could be emperor, I wouldn't need eunuchs. Marry a few wives less, put more internal guards in the palace or something, isn't it better to live safely than anything else?' Qiu Huo thought so.

In fact, he misunderstood, although there are no "real men" in the palace except for the emperor and the crown prince, but there are many eunuchs, plus the imperial horse supervisor Teng inlaid four guards stationed near the left outside the palace, if it is another time, even if more than 1,000 of them can enter the palace, they will not survive more than two quarters of an hour to be killed. It's just that today, all the four guards were transferred to guard the palace, and the eunuchs and palace maids were also hiding, so they broke into the East Palace so easily.

Four hundred beggars and dead soldiers, there are still more than a dozen steps to step out of the palace wall, and when they leave the East Palace, an indifferent voice sounded behind them: "Just left?"

“？！”

The steps taken by everyone suddenly froze, stood still, turned around, and in the pile of corpses, the previous "monster" stood up again, facing his side.

In the faint moonlight, only a black silhouette could be seen, but in those eyes, there were two white lights.

The light of the eyes is no longer just a description, but a fact. Two soft, cold white rays of light shot out of his eyes.

Everyone was stunned. This strange scene in front of them is beyond their imagination!

"How, how, how is it possible?!" the sentence was said intermittently, and Qiu Huo's heart beat wildly. It was him just now, he stabbed the knife in the stomach of that "monster", and stirred it with his hand, anyone, with this kind of injury, is dead and can't die anymore, so what is the matter with this thing that stands up?!

"Puff"

Coming back to his senses, Qiu Huo threw Zhu Yunwen on his shoulder to the ground casually, clenched his long knife in his hand again, and pointed at the "monster" opposite: "What the hell are you?!"

"Me?" The "monster" also seemed to be a little confused, and after thinking about it, he said: "I'll still be called Xu Ruyi, it's a... Eunuch. ”

"Do you want to be happy? Lao Tzu wants to cut you unsatisfactory!" Qiu Huo stepped forward a few steps, held a long knife, and jumped high in the air: "I'll you!"

Silently raised his head, the white light in his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, as if mocking, as if puzzled, and seemed to have a trace of regret, and a low voice sounded: "Why bother looking for death?"

Reach out, reach forward.

"Bell!"

The long knife slashed at the Tianling cover of "Xu Ruyi", but it did not rush up as the imaginary blood light**.

"It's my turn. ”

The outstretched hand gently placed it on the top of Qiu Huo's head.

Grab, shake, pull.

Blood rises to the sky!

"Poof!"

The body fell to the ground.

Holding the head of the person in his hand in front of him, his eyes were facing each other, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "What are you anxious about? ”

With his left hand, he gently picked up a strand of hair, made a circle on his index finger, and then went down again. Wisps of green silk slid through his fingertips, accompanied by a soft and somewhat coquettish laugh: "Hehe, you are also very guilty of hurting such a noble and perfect body of our family into such a state, right? You are also willing to pay for your life to our family, right?"

Through the torn placket, if someone gets closer, they can clearly see that several knife wounds on the shoulder, back, and arm have completely healed. And the blood hole in the abdomen, countless flesh buds grew wildly, squirming rapidly, connected, and in the blink of an eye, they were already gathered together.

The head fell to the ground, stepped on it, stepped on it, and stepped on it.

Blood splattered in all directions along with snow-white brains.

"Oops. Dissatisfied suddenly frowned, and stomped a few feet one after another: "Can't you just be quiet? Dead are all dead, and you have to stain our clothes, you really hate it." ”

"Ah!!!h

The roars of the four hundred dead rang out.

Fear to the extreme, it's anger.

The stimulation of blood, the fear that penetrates deep into the marrow.

With a lot of enthusiasm and the need to vent, the sword light is surging towards the "monster" in their eyes!

There was no temptation, no connection, and as soon as he approached, more than a dozen long knives were slashed at his body.

"Bell, bell... ”

There were several crisp sounds one after another, and the slightest bloody wound was gone, as if it was just gently resting on the other party's body.

Probe your hand, grab it, shake it, pull it out.

Another great head was ripped in his hands.

"That's right, you guys are closer, and it's much easier for our family to get started~"

"!"

"I don't believe it!"

"Hack you!"

The lives lost around him angered the dead in the beggar camp even more.

The sword light shimmers, slashing the sky, the earth, and the Kunpeng.

If you can't cut off your shoulders on your head, cut off your back, cut off your legs, pierce your heart, and pierce your belly, there's always something that can hurt you!

Four hundred to one.

Neither side used any subtle moves, one side swung his knife and slashed, while the other side grabbed lightly. Every time I stretched out my hand, I always took off a head after a few moments.

One, two, three.

When the number of people who fell to the ground exceeded two hundred, the mood of the dead began to collapse.

Unlike before, this time, they saw no hope at all. The "monsters" surrounded in the middle are invulnerable, murderous, and do not see the slightest tiredness, like ghosts and demons.

Suddenly, a desperate cry sounded: "I can't fight it, it's a ghost!

It was the straw that broke the camel's back. The dead are not machines after all, they are still human beings, and they don't care about life and death, just because they won't be afraid.

Someone began to run outward, towards the arch under the courtyard wall not far away. They may also know in their hearts that it is useless to run, either tonight or tomorrow, they will die the same, but their brains no longer give them a chance to think calmly.

"Don't want to play?" Under the playful laughter, "Xu Ruyi" grabbed his right hand to the ground and waved it suddenly. The scattered swords flew up and shot out.

A storm of swords blows.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of swords entering the body sounded one after another, and countless blood spilled out.

So far

Beggar camp dead,

Completely extinguished.

Graceful steps, stepping in the blood plasma of seven hundred people, making a "pop", "pop" sound.

Blood, intestines, stomachs, viscera, and countless remnants of the remains, accompanied by moans and murmurs, outline a cruel and beautiful picture of hell.

"The first time I came out, I wanted to do a good job of moving my muscles, but we didn't have enough fun, so you just wanted to run? Looking around, Xu Ruyi suddenly looked at the eaves of a palace outside the palace wall, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he sketched a charming and gloomy smile: "Oh, what about the other five?"

The figure flickered, and a phantom figure was left in place.

。。。。。。

The battle in Hongwumen is not over yet, but it is also about to end.

There was a dense and deadly rain of arrows in the sky, and in front of him were eight thousand dragon guards. If this was just to put Lan Yu and the soldiers of the 3,000 battalions into a bitter battle, then the 7,000 Shenji Battalion Firearms and the 10,000 Jinyi soldiers who appeared behind him at some point were the last and heaviest weights to completely suppress the scale.

"Tang He!" reached out and wiped a handful of sticky blood on his face, and Lan Yu's roar sounded: "What's the matter with you here? What are you doing here?!"

After silence, Tang He stretched out his hand.

A firebolt was handed to him.

"Bang!"

There was a bang, light smoke drifted away, and the knight fell off his horse.

"I'm coming... Help the saint to quell the rebellion. Tang He's voice was not loud, almost the murmur of mosquitoes and flies in this chaos, but it didn't matter, the gunshot already told his position.

。。。。。。

"Since you can't afford to gamble, why don't you help the Holy Lord quell the rebellion like that Tang He?"

"Because I... I can't get my hands on it. ”

。。。。。。

Fu Youde and Feng Sheng's conversation Tang He didn't hear it, and he didn't care.

As the first person to follow Zhu Yuanzhang, Tang He was very clear about his small heart as an emperor. In his heart, there are only black and white, either his friend or his enemy, and there is never a third identity to choose.

The Shenji Battalion did not belong to Tang He's jurisdiction, but why was he able to smoothly mobilize the Shenji Battalion? Looking at the 10,000 Jinyi guards on the left and right wings, he really realized at this moment that everything was just the emperor's calculation.

All he could do was to stand firmly behind the emperor, follow closely, and look up religiously.

Therefore, when Li Shanchang borrowed 400 soldiers from him to repair the mansion, he made a small report to Zhu Yuanzhang; when Lan Yu showed signs of change, he told Zhu Yuanzhang the secret, and today, he led the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion to wrap up behind his former comrade-in-arms, Lan Yu.

In order to survive, in order to believe that the Duke of Xinguo would not repeat the mistakes of the Duke of Cao Guo and turn into a ghost domain to death, and for the sake of the surname and bloodline left by his ancestors to continue to be in his hands, he was willing to do anything.

"Bang bang ... ”

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the sound of fire guns rang out one after another, and the brocade-clothed pro-army also joined the battle with the embroidered spring knife in his hand, and went to cover the enemy in front of him.

At the head of the city, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Tang He not far from the city, and nodded with satisfaction: "My hair is small, and at a critical time, it is still very reliable." ”

"After a hundred battles, I have grown old together, and I have been dusty and sandy several times, but I only hate the courage of the heroes, and the blood is like a red plum. ”