"Did you let General Ben escape?" Before Liang Kewang could finish speaking, Yan Yingyuan interrupted, his tone calm and disdainful.

"Not an adult," Liang Kewang tried to explain.

He had been in Qiantun City for half a year, a few months earlier than Yan Yingyuan came.

But it is precisely because of this that Yan Yingyuan took care of the Qiantun City in an orderly manner in a month, and even if tens of thousands of soldiers besieged the city, he did not see the soldiers defending the city panic, which alone made Liang Kewang admire from the bottom of his heart.

"General, you can go with this Jinyiwei, it's not a pity for me to wait for the husband to die, but your talent can't be buried here, beg the general to leave!"

Among the eight hundred Liaodong veterans in the city, a deep voice came from the queue.

"General, please leave! Someday avenge us! "Another soldier petitioned.

"Shogun, please"

"I, Yan Yingyuan, have never abandoned my brother! I can't do anything to abandon the city and run away, I don't want to, brothers!

This young general, I beg you to do one thing, and I beg you to hand over this letter to your commander, and let him pass it on to the Holy One on my behalf.

In addition, tell Hou Ye that Yan Yingyuan is worthy of Hou Ye's teachings, and if he knows the grace of encounter, he will repay it in the next life! ”

Yan Yingyuan took the written letter from his waist and handed it to Liang Kewang.

The cold wind howled, blowing Yan Yingyuan's long beard, Liang longed for his throat to move slightly, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

He tucked the letters into the close-fitting collar compartment and put on a Tartar military uniform.

"I wish you all good luck!" Liang Kewang arched his hand to the warriors in the city, and under the greeting of several soldiers, Liang Kewang pulled the rope down the city wall with tears in his eyes.

"Soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy!" Yan Yingyuan didn't delay any longer, pulled out his battle knife and shouted loudly.

Eight hundred brave men, armed with spears and broadswords, lined up behind Yan Yingyuan and rushed towards the city.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame." Yan Yingyuan suddenly sang the battle song of the border pass loudly.

"Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren." Eight hundred heroes echoed in unison.

"Look at the world, do all the nonsense, and make up for the defects of the way of heaven."

"Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord."

Liang Kewang stood under the Qiantun City, listening to the military songs on the city wall and tears raining down, he hesitated for a moment, picked up the scimitar on the ground, and lowered his head to touch the encirclement of the Tartars

In the city of Qiantun, there was already a river of blood, Azig led thousands of cavalry to set fires, search, and kill everywhere, and the city was full of fire, like a hell of Abi, and everywhere was the rampant howl of the Tartars

Chen Mingyu's eyes were fascinated by the sticky blood, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, so he picked up his battle robe and tore off a piece of cotton cloth to wipe the blood on his face.

"Capture the thief alive! Alive! This king wants to live! Prince Su Hauge commanded his subordinates in front of him loudly.

There were too many Tartar soldiers, and Chen Mingyu's only more than 1,000 soldiers were exhausted in less than half an hour, leaving only three or five personal soldiers in front of him.

The encirclement became smaller and smaller, until a radius of ten steps was a scimitar of a Tartar, and Chen Mingyu and several of his own soldiers resisted the enemy back to back.

"Your Excellency General's Martial Fortune is prosperous!" As if he could no longer endure such a mountain of oppression, one of his own soldiers rushed forward with a sword, but in an instant he was surrounded by several Tartar soldiers, and the bright scimitar shone with fire and pierced the young soldier's body.

"Your Excellency General's Martial Fortune is prosperous!" The remaining Liaodong soldiers no longer hesitated, and rushed into the Tartar army in unison.

"Ahh Seeing his good soldiers rushing into the military formation and being hacked to death by a group of Tartars, Chen Ming's heart was like a knife.

"Hahaha, thief, only you are left, if you are willing to be captured, this king can let you choose a way to die!"

Hauge rolled over and dismounted, and was hit by an arrow in his right leg, which was somewhat inconvenient, and Hauge limped to the center of the encirclement.

At this moment, a burst of high-pitched singing suddenly came from the left.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren. ”

"Old Yan, brother, I'm one step ahead!" Chen Mingyu yelled as hard as he could in the direction of the song.

He knew who was singing, and he knew he wouldn't be lonely along the way.

After speaking, Chen Mingyu raised the war knife horizontally around his neck, and with just one force, blood splattered, and blood stained the earth.

"The dog breed wasted so much time that the king dared to commit suicide?

No way! Come on, chop him up for this king! Hauge was angry and angrily scolded his subordinates for chopping Chen Mingyu into pieces of meat.

"Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of the Heavenly Dao.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord. ”

"Ah soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy, there is no life or death!" In the firelight, Yan Yingyuan seemed to see the scene of Chen Mingyu falling, but he didn't have time to care about it, he just yelled and rushed over with his knife.

This roar carried his unwillingness, his reluctance to his brother, humiliation, and grief.

"There is death and no life! Kill! Each of the eight hundred warriors raised their weapons and rushed towards the Tartar army that was waiting in front of them.

Hauge slashed Chen Mingyu's head with a single sword, splattering blood on his face, and howling and letting go in the firelight until he could see the enemy in front of him.

"Kill them and give them to the king!" Hauge turned over and ordered his Eight Banners.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife, kill all Hu Erfang.

I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow. The loud and tragic military song resounded throughout the night, and the song suppressed the wails around them, and then the two soldiers met.

Eight hundred Liaodong veterans faced Haoge's two thousand personal guard battalions, and the Eight Banners, who claimed to be the pride of the sky, immediately felt tremendous pressure.

These hundreds of Liaodong soldiers did not defend against their attacks at all, and the Liaodong soldiers just waved the saber in their hands and fought with the Eight Banners soldiers in a life-threatening manner.

Soldiers are not afraid of death, so why are they afraid of death?

In only half an hour's work, Haoge's personal guard battalion and the Eight Banners of Heaven were defeated, leaving only more than 100 corpses of Liaodong soldiers and more than 200 corpses of Eight Banners soldiers on the battlefield.

Yan Yingyuan didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, there were enemies all around, and there were corpses all around, there were Tartars, there were Liaodong soldiers, but more of them were the people of Qiantuncheng.

"Haoge, you are a bad seed, you are really a shame for me in the Qing Kingdom, see this king break the enemy!" Azig walked around the city with his cavalry, but the capture was not large.

Seeing his eldest nephew running towards him in a hurry with a group of Eight Banner Infantry Army, Azig laughed loudly and rushed towards the hundreds of Liaodong soldiers in front with many iron horsemen behind him.

Iron cavalry against foot soldiers, even if there is not much charging distance, whether it is the suppression of the troops or the number of people, there is no hope at all for such a small number of Liaodong soldiers.

"The golden drums are roaring in unison, and the yellow dragon vow will not be broken."

Even so, their singing voices are still so sonorous, and their steps are still so steady.

When the Liaodong soldiers were still dozens of steps away from the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, Azig gave an order, and the Tartar on horseback took the bow and arrows and shot towards the Liaodong soldiers in front of him.

With only one round of cavalry shooting, most of the more than 600 Liaodong soldiers fell.

The skillful Eight Banners soldiers were very fast, and they shot another wave of arrow feathers before they bordered the Liaodong soldiers.

There were only dozens of Liaodong warriors left who really stood up to the Eight Banners cavalry, and a group of iron cavalry instantly submerged these dozens of Liaodong soldiers.

After a while, only Yan Yingyuan, who was carrying a war knife, was left on the battlefield in the city, and it seemed that these Eight Banners soldiers deliberately did not kill this person.

Azig laughed wildly and rushed from the rear, took the overlord's bow from his back, and aimed at the only remaining Qiantun guard in front of him.

"I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and a cow." Yan Yingyuan's face was fearless, and he raised his sword and walked towards the cavalry in front.

Whoosh, a golden arrow feather hit Yan Yingyuan's left shoulder, Yan Yingyuan's body just paused, and then he steadily raised his feet and continued walking.

"Tianwei is directly rolled up in the north, and the Hu people are all singing for thousands of miles!" Yan Yingyuan seemed to use all his strength to sing these two sentences.

Another arrow swooped into his right shoulder, and Yan Yingyuan seemed to have no pain.

He walked over to a Tartar army startled by the sight of him, put away his sword, and slashed the Tartar in front of him.

"Shoot the arrows!" Azig was furious.

Whoosh

Yan Yingyuan was shot into a hedgehog in an instant, blood dripping down the arrow feathers and placket, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

"A strong man drinks all the wine in the bowl, and he will not look back on a journey of a thousand miles."

Brother, I'm coming.

Yan Yingyuan was no longer able to speak, the corners of his mouth moved slightly and sang the last two sentences, stretched out his arms slightly, the bladed war knife slipped down, and his body also fell backwards

S: Qiantun offensive and defensive war wrote ten chapters of more than 20,000 words, at the beginning of writing, it seems that some book friends expected the ending, Han Han also gave a soft-hearted book friend a preventive shot, and even last night in the book friend group, Han Han also saw the book friends about Yan, Chen's ending speculation, some book friends saw the change of chapter names, thinking that there was a turnaround, in fact, there is no turnaround, the hero is a hero, because he did something difficult for others to do, the glory of a soldier is to die on the battlefield, horse leather shroud, The Three Princes of the Anti-Qing Dynasty also became the Three Princes of the Anti-Qing Dynasty precisely because of the resistance to the Jianju and the death of the city, they are national heroes, predators, and unyielding national souls, do they let them hide behind the male protagonist and be willing to be a logistics grain officer? No, no, no, this is different from the hero in Hanhan's heart! In fact, Han Han is also a person who is very easy to be moved, Han Han's heart is also soft, and when he writes this, Han Han's heart hurts, and even tears, even if many book friends threaten to abandon the book, but I still decided to write like this, forgive Han Han's willfulness, this Ming is a dream of Han Han, it is Han Han's first story, I want to follow my own ideas, besides, there is a Feng Dunhou in the three princes of the Qing Dynasty, it can be regarded as a compromise for me, book friends, remember, how much hatred, how much resentment, how much hatred, in the near future, The official will return it doubled, Jianyu, you wait for the official, and none of them can escape.

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