Jiannu had no choice but to transfer tens of thousands of archers to surround Huang Taiji's tent and shoot arrows desperately.

Now Cao Bianjiao was finally stopped, Huang Taiji was right in front of him, but he couldn't rush over.

Tens of thousands of people shot arrows, and the arrow was like rain. He tried several times, but he was hit by several arrows without rushing over.

The strength of the mountains is the most powerful and the spirit is vast, but the time is not good and the horse will never pass away!

What can you do?

Even though he had great martial arts skills and was not afraid of death, he had only 800 people under his command, and Huang Taiji had tens of thousands of elite Eight Banners around him.

He could only grit his teeth and look at Huang Taiji in the distance, roaring wildly.

He was angry!

The angry hair rushes to the crown, and the rain stops when the railings are on the railings.

Looking up, I whistled up to the sky, and my heart was fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moon.

Don’t wait, the young man’s head is gone, and he is sad.

ah!

ah!

ah!

Huang Taiji, I want to kill you!

Thirty fame, dust and earth, he is less than thirty!

Eight thousand miles away, clouds and moons, he went on a journey of thousands of miles for the Ming Dynasty!

ah!

The boy's head is white, but he is so sad!

The Ming Dynasty is about to perish, so what if he has great martial arts!

He hates it!

The shame of Jingkang has not yet been abolished, and when will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed?
Chapter completed!