Being a hero, with all eyes on you, is very pleasant, and it is enjoyed by everyone.

Wei Xiaoqiansui is no exception, he has always had a dream in his heart, he wants to go to Songshan Shaolin to learn martial arts... Flying cornices, walking on walls, climbing walls...

Throughout the ages, heroes have been lonely, and every appearance will shock the world. So, the silence was predictable. Because the quieter the scene, the more it can set off the hero's heroic posture.

I am a hero, and being tall and majestic is my innate trait.

Liangchen is sure that there is no one who has his style at the moment.

Of course, this is his own feeling, how others think... Heavy or? Unimportant.

Nurhachi, come out quickly, don't hide!

Who dares to cross the knife immediately, only I Wei Liangchen!

Liangchen has shown the best side of his life, and now, it depends on whether the opponent is worthy of cooperation.

The so-called safflower needs green leaves.

At this moment, the flowers are pretty enough, it depends on whether the leaves are green enough.

Quiet, very quiet.

A teenager, quietly riding on horseback, quietly watching, quietly waiting.

It's just that he can't hold on anymore.

Pride has no real form, and in ordinary people, the most embodied is the word blood. And the bloody thing, most of them refer to the dizzy. Therefore, it is time-sensitive.

It was so quiet, so quiet that Wei Xiaoqiansui suddenly realized that the pigtailed soldiers around him were no longer background walls, but real people, and these people all had guys in their hands who could kill him.

Am I pretending to be too pushy?

The answer, obviously, is.

After understanding this, Chitose Xiao was a little difficult to ride a tiger, he looked around, the flags of white, blue, red and yellow were densely packed, but he didn't know which flag Nurhachi was under.

What was Nurhachi thinking at this time, why didn't he come out for a long time? What will he say and do when he comes out? Do you not say a word of, and directly ask someone to shoot yourself, the murderer?

In just a short period of time, Liangchen thought a lot. Soon, he realized that the more he thought about it, the less confident he had just now, and the more he doubted whether his actions were effective.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Liangchen revisited the quiet scene he had made.

The arrow has been wound, how can there be a saying that Rausch has turned back.

Just do it!

Do you Nurhachi really have the audacity to kill me!

Liangchen straightened his chest, and the bearskin jacket covered him tightly, which invisibly made his figure look a little taller.

The good minister is still patient, because he believes that the one who is impatient is certainly not himself.

Whether it's scheming, ruthless, or angry, Nurhachi always has to come out and stack a real chapter. He had to make his voice heard, or he would wear the hat.

So, he couldn't bear it long.

I don't know if it was a dazzle or an illusion, Liangchen suddenly saw a light in front of him on the left and shook his eyes.

It wasn't a dazzling halo, but a long knife in the hands of a pigtailed soldier reflected in the sunlight.

However, this reflection attracted the attention of the good minister, as he noticed that the hundreds of pigtailed soldiers there were very different from the pigtails soldiers around him.

Specifically, the surrounding braided soldiers were mostly cotton armor at most, but the hundreds of pigtailed soldiers were iron armor, and each of them wore pointed helmets, and their outer armor seemed to be painted with white paint, and they all looked like white armor soldiers.

Bayara?

Liangchen thought of the legendary Houjin elite Bayala (swing tooth la), it is said that these Bayala are composed of ten best soldiers who draw ten bow horses from each cow lu, and are the elite of the Houjin soldiers, the number of which is roughly about 1,000 people, of which thirty percent are white tooth lamas and seventy percent are red tooth lamas.

The White Fang is Nurhachi's personal guard, and the Red Armor is the guard of the various Baylors, and can be used as both a daring striker and a warlord in wartime.

In the previous battles between the Ming Dynasty and the Later Jin, a few Bayalas were often able to defeat the Ming army above or even thousands, which shows the skill and courage of these Bayalas.

Then, if these white-armored soldiers are the legendary White Fangla, Nurhachi must be among them.

Liangchen confirmed his guess, although the overall formation of those white-armored soldiers looked very neat, and none of the white-armored soldiers seemed to move at a glance, but as long as they stayed long enough, they could still see someone in the crowd bowing their heads and whispering something.

And the sight of the leading officers of the braided soldiers on both sides also confirmed Wei Liangchen's guess that Nurhachi was indeed among these white-armored soldiers.

After realizing this, Wei Liangchen was surprised to find that he was no longer in the spotlight at this moment, and everyone's eyes had already crossed him and landed on the group of white-armored soldiers.

Suddenly, a white-armored cavalryman stepped forward, and then took out his horn and blew it into the air.

At the sound of the horn, the pigtailed soldiers from all directions turned over from their horses and dismounted, knelt on one knee, and saluted to the place where the horn sounded.

The only one who did not dismount was the Ming army, who were so lonely and small in the crowd.

The horn also sounded at the head of the city of Hetuala, as if there were countless soldiers and horses echoing this moment in the distance.

At the sound of the trumpet, I don't know who took the lead and shouted, and then the sound of thunder rushed straight into the sky above the black Tuala.

"Nurhachi, Nurhachi! …”

The pigtailed soldiers shouted the names of their Great Khans, and everyone's expressions were so adoring and so excited.

The war horses of the Ming army were frightened by this thunderous sound, many of the war horses neighed, and the Ming army on the horses were in a hurry, and it was not easy to control the frightened horses.

At the shout, the white-armored soldiers rushed out of the formation, divided into two wings, and a white war horse and a man covered in armor slowly galloped out of the ranks.

The moment the white horse appeared, the shouts became more and more shocking.

The knight on the horse galloped forward about three feet long, fixed there, and then raised his hand, and the cheers disappeared in an instant.

Outside the city was silent again.

Liangchen sneered, I thought he was pretending to be forced, but I didn't expect that he was pretending, and people were real.

Whoever is coming in front of you can think of it with your ass.

Nurhachi, except for him, no one has such a great influence in Jianzhou.

Every time Nurhachi took a step forward, Wei Liangchen felt extremely depressed, and it became very difficult to breathe.

This is a masterpiece.

Race and position aside, it is undeniable that Nurhachi is a masterpiece of his time.

The good ministers of the two generations felt the oppression, and Zheng Duo and the ten subordinate servants were no exception, they stopped more than a foot away, and did not dare to take a step forward.

Nurhachi galloped towards Wei Liangchen like this, without escorts or subordinate generals, alone.

He showed no horsemanship, but simply pulled the reins, and the mount stopped.

The distance between the two people was about fifteen paces.

Black!

This word was the only word that Liangchen could think of to describe Nurhachi's appearance.

The whole face is not at all as black as the Jurchens, and it is a little darker than Shang Bozhi. In addition to the black feature, Nurhachi's other distinctive feature is that his chin is too long, and with two long beards, he looks very much like a rat man.

If he simply compares his appearance, Liangchen thinks that Taizhu Hong may be more like a Han Chinese, or that Taizhu Hong is more like a Chinese, and his father Nurhachi is a completely different race. Perhaps, this is due to the benefit of mixed race. After all, Lord Hong's mother, Meng Gu Zhezhe, is an authentic Jurchen, and the Yehe tribe is a mixed race of Han, Mongolia and Jurchen, which makes the women of the Yehe tribe extremely beautiful.

Nurhachi's face didn't have any expression, maybe there was, but because his face was too dark, Liangchen really couldn't catch it.

He didn't speak, just stood on his horse and looked at Wei Liangchen motionlessly.

It is said that human eyes can speak, and Liangchen now feels that this is a lie, and he did not catch any change in his eyes from Nurha's red eyes that would allow him to make judgments.

This man is cold from the inside out.

Liangchen no longer forces himself to observe his words, because there is no need, what he has to do is to strike preemptively and not give the other party time to breathe.

So, he fearlessly took two steps forward and shouted loudly: "Is it the governor of Jianzhou, the general of the dragon and tiger, Nurhachi?" ”

"Exactly!"

Nurhachi's head was slightly raised, his tone was very gloomy, and his eyes finally revealed murderous intent.

Liangchen's heart jumped, and he didn't give Nurhachi a chance to say a second sentence, and asked again: "This official asks you, do you want to rebel?" ”

Nurhachi was silent, but Liangchen could hear that his breathing was heavy, and his hands were clenched into fists, and even though the skin on the fists was terrifyingly black, the protruding green tendons could still be seen.

Liangchen's scalp quickly tingled, and he said that he was the murderer of someone's son, but he was aggressive, was it a bit excessive. In case this old slave can't stand the stimulation and really lets it go, won't he just pretend to be forced to be fucked?

Why don't you soften your tone and let the old slave feel more relaxed?

Liangchen pondered what kind of tone he should use, which could not only invisibly elevate his identity, so that Nurhachi would not dare to do anything even if he had the heart to eat him, but also make Nurhachi feel that he was approachable and approachable, and the anger and hatred in his heart could be diluted little by little under the banner of unity.

was pondering, but saw that Nurhachi's eyes on the opposite side suddenly burst out, and then slammed the horse's belly, and the mount immediately rushed towards him.

Let's do it!

The good minister was shocked, Nurhachi is also a person with status, how can he just do it!

In a hurry, he wanted to use what he had learned in his life, rode alone to Jianzhou, and ran him for 108,000 miles. However, he didn't expect that Jiang was still old and spicy, and Nurhachi's immediate kung fu was countless heads stronger than him. Before he could turn the horse's head, the reins in his hand were gone. When I looked closely, it was in Nurhachi's hands!

"General Dragon and Tiger, I have something to say..."

Liangchen's horrified soul has flew, relying on equestrian skills to run in the army of thousands of people, his mother's hole card and capital are the last hole cards, but now the horse is robbed by others, and he runs away with Mao.

I'm dying!

The good minister is inexplicably sad and indignant, and Nurhachi does not play his cards according to common sense!

However, the next scene shocked him again, and his jaw was about to drop.

"It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to hold a horse for an angel!" Nurhachi pulled Wei Liangchen's reins, his dark face was full of smiles, and his eyes were even more amiable when he looked at Wei Liangchen.