"The encounter with the foreigner doesn't take long, Sixth Master, the tug-of-war will only appear between two opponents with equal fighting spirit and similar strength," Prince Gong looked up at the red back that was still upright, the mountains and seas on the queen's body were embroidered with gold thread and rice beads, and after looking at it for a long time, the eyes were spent, and it seemed that the corals hanging down from the queen's wings were constantly shaking, which showed that the heart of this seemingly calm queen was actually ups and downs, "Success or failure is today," Xingzhen's ears seemed to hear the sound of gunfire and killing in the distance, "If you are defeated, the Jingshi will be flat and there will be no army to resist, the sixth master, you will really go to the Fu Bureau, as long as the people are still there, a little silver, a little land is nothing!" Really, when the time comes, there will really be something that cannot be said, except for forbearance, learning to practice and taste courage, there is nothing to resist anymore! Xingzhen stood up, moved her hands and feet, and walked behind Prince Gong, Prince Gong stood up, Xingzhen held the door frame and looked to the east, at this time the sun was setting towards the west, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon, between the sunset and clouds in the east, there was still an intermittent sound of cannons, "God! Since I'm here in this era, if I don't do something or change something, it's still a fart! I've worked so hard to become a woman! Xingzhen kept cursing in her heart, "Do you want the Old Summer Palace to be burned?" If the foreigners win a miserable victory today, they will be angry, and they are afraid that the Forbidden City will not be able to be saved! At that time, even if the emperor wants to protect himself again, with Su Shun twisting his tongue, I will not escape death, your sister's, if she dies like this, it will be really humiliating! Xingzhen's long armor grabbed a squeaky sound on the door frame, and Prince Gong knew that the queen was worried about the war, so he instructed the guards: "Call someone to inquire about the news, and report it once in half an hour!" An Dehai brought a snack, although Xingzhen was impatiently tight, but on the surface she didn't show it, took a rose roll, took a bite, and was about to say something, not far away a healthy horse rushed to the west. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Xingzhen hurriedly swallowed, and when she heard the knight dismount and whispered, Xingzhen's face changed greatly, and she couldn't hold the rose roll in her hand. It fell to the ground all at once.

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Aktur was one of the first cavalrymen of the Chahar Mongol cavalry, Chinese New Year's Eve years old, the best grade of a steppe man, his shoulders as solid as the mountains, and his chest as hot as a torch. His eyes were as sharp as eagles in the sky, and the scimitars in his arms were like the teeth of a wolf, sharp and deadly.

In recent years, Aktur has followed the monk king south to suppress bandits, in the past, he was on the Horqin grassland, in recent years, he has obtained military merits, and the monk is very sympathetic to his subordinates, and he has set up a three-entry house in the capital, and he is ready to live in the capital in the future, but Aktur does not know much about Chinese, and can only understand the general. The queen mother's words are half understood, and she is not as excited as other colleagues, but she feels that the queen mother sang the song very happily, and when she was on standby, Aktur wiped her scimitar with a flannel cloth, and hummed the tune that the queen mother had sung, although the words there were not right, but the tune was still very accurate, and several Mongolian cavalry on the side who had been in Beijing heard Aktur singing the tune, and couldn't help laughing. "I didn't see it, you have a good voice, look at your voice, it's good to go to the theater to get a ticket." While laughing and singing along with Aktur, the Mongols have always been good at singing and dancing, and they are very sensitive to music, several people sang along, and the herald came to report "The whole army of Chahar cavalry is attacking!" Aktur rolled over his horse, his mouth full of words without stopping. Still singing freely, more and more people sang together, not only the soldiers of the Chahar cavalry, but also the men of the horse infantry officers and soldiers, and the cavalry of the Jianrui battalion all sang, and even the firehead soldiers who were busy steaming steamed buns for everyone in the back also hurriedly sang, and the soldiers who beat the drums and trumpets hurriedly followed the rhythm of everyone, and more and more soldiers sang, and the musketeers who charged in front also sang, "I should do my duty in my lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others,"

The musketeer standard-bearer who charged towards the British army with the banner of the number sang loudly, strode forward, pounced, and his right leg was hit by a stray bullet of the British army, and the standard-bearer snorted, but he did not kneel, lame, limping and running towards the front, he could not fall! The number of the musket battalion is in your own hands! The standard-bearer continued to rush forward, a French soldier aimed at the standard-bearer for a half-sound, and with a bang, the flag-bearer's lower abdomen exploded a bloody flower, the standard-bearer painfully pressed his left hand on the lower abdomen, stopped, blood kept oozing from his left fingers, and a musketeer on the side grabbed the standard-bearer, and the standard-bearer pushed away with his left hand, "Go!" I'm fine here! Forcibly endured the pain and raised the banner, "I should fulfill my responsibilities in my lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others!" The standard-bearer continued to sing, and the musketeers could not bear to leave, and stood in front of the standard-bearer, shooting at the British troops on the opposite side, and the British soldiers saw that the standard-bearer was here, and kept besieging this side, and the standard-bearer watched his comrades stop attacking, and gathered around him to try to help him resist, and hurriedly stomped his feet, and limped forward, and the musketeers attacked the British army in red again, and the standard-bearer endured the pain and continued to move forward, like a wounded wolf, and he couldn't hear the soldiers behind him singing that part on the battlefield, He sang according to himself, moving forward, as if he was singing like this, his body was not painful, and he didn't care about the blood flowing out of his lower abdomen, "Fanbang clown, what is the point, I can block millions of soldiers with one sword!" ”

Several British soldiers shot at the flag bearer, the Qing army in front fell one after another, and finally there was only one person left in this area, the flag bearer danced the big flag and walked forward, bang bang a few sounds, the front chest and left waist shoulder of the flag bearer exploded a few blood flowers, the flag bearer couldn't hold on, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he slammed the flag into the ground, not letting the flag fall, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, although his face showed a painful expression, but he still opened his mouth and sang firmly: "What is the foot of the Fanbang clown, I can block millions of soldiers with a sword!" ”

Before the last sentence of "I can block a million ...... with a sword" was sung, a shell of the British army fell on the side of the standard-bearer, and with a bang, the standard-bearer was blown to pieces, and then the worn-out, blood-stained, burning musket battalion flag was still standing, fluttering, and existing! Between heaven and earth, his last song before his life echoed, "What is the point of the clown of Fanbang, I can block millions of soldiers with one sword!" ”

No, it's not just his reverberating singing, it's the singing of tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers! Zhang Shusheng looked at the banner and kept wiping his tears, gritting his teeth, "It's a man, Lao Tzu admires this musket battalion, don't lose the artillery battalion to the Huai Army, give Lao Tzu a fight!" Even if the chamber is blown up, Lao Tzu will be beaten to death! ”

A musketeer pounced, pulled up the worn-out flag, waved it vigorously, and continued to sing, and the flag was still there! The Musket Battalion will always be there! The soldiers of the musket battalion cheered and glared at the foreigners as they continued to charge towards the British camp, firing their own angry bullets at the enemy.

"Woo woo woo", the song was mixed with the sound of horns, the sound of horses' hooves sounded like muffled thunder, on both wings, countless high-spirited cavalry sang tunes out of the ranks, the horses slowly accelerated, slowly increased their speed, like black sand and dust rushed to the position, braving the rain of bullets and bullets to draw out the snow-white scimitar, showing their hideous teeth to the British and French forces, the battle, finally came to the last moment.

Wu Yundi took the lead, drew his waist knife, and shouted to the sky, "Fanbang clown, what is the matter, I can block millions of soldiers with one sword!" Brothers," the generals and soldiers of the Jianrui Battalion behind him thundered with joy, "It's time for us to serve the country loyally!" Wu Yundi grabbed the horse's belly and rushed to the battlefield like arrows.

"I should fulfill my responsibilities in my lifetime, how can an inch of land belong to others, what is the suffice of Fanbang clowns, I can block millions of soldiers with a sword! Foreign devils, come and taste your grandfather's knife is not fast! (To be continued.) )

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