That night we didn't know who was opposite us, and we didn't know why we fought. We just opened fire numbly, and the blood of our companions splattered on my face. The cold autumn cold came from the ground, and I found that my body and blood were as cold as I...

After more than twenty years of technological development, the manufacturing of firearms in the Ming Dynasty was incomparable to those in the past. After more than twenty years of wealth accumulation, the weapons and equipment of the Ming army were also incomparable to those in the past. The shells in the sky illuminated the entire sky like fireworks. At the landing of each fireworks, several unjust souls broke away from their bodies. They looked at each other in the air and found that they were wearing the same military uniforms, the same hair and skin as the other.

The fierce melee lasted overnight. In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Heng, the guards of Cangzhou, commanded his subordinates to break away from contact with the Southern Army, slowly evacuated northward, and built defense lines in the Yanshan area. Last night, the beloved general of the King of Yan, Xue Lu, the commander of the New Sixth Division, was hit by a stray bullet and died on the spot. His death led to the disarray of the New Sixth Division, which was originally undertrained, and almost collapsed. The persistence of the veterans of the Northern Army and the Ye Se* (please delete the banned book) cover, and the two divisions of Zhou Heng's troops have only supported it until now. Although the organization of one of the divisions under his command is intact, facing an enemy that is ten times more than his own, Zhou Heng had to shrink the defense lines to preserve his strength.

The sun poked out from behind the mountain, shining the cold autumn light on the battlefield last night, and the ground was covered with scorched earth. All the boundless autumn scenery on both sides of the Yellow River was destroyed by the war. Yesterday, it was like the waves of the beautiful eyes, and now it has become a bone-brokening field next to the Shura Hall. In the farmland, the northern artillery that had not yet been dug out had plowed out, mixed with broken arms and limbs. It fell to the crater. Some of the craters with unextinguished embers were blasting with clear smoke and covered with black blood marks, as if the devil suddenly poked out his head from the ground, panting with a large mouth that devoured life. The tendons of some trees of age were broken and broken, and the flames at the wound torn by the shells were clearly extinguished. These big trees have grown for decades, and the remaining barks stubbornly absorbed water from the roots of the ground, trying to extinguish the remaining fire of the wound.

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"Moo-moo" and the old ox who had been separated from the fugitives were crying on the banks of the river. Big tears fell from his eyes. He could not understand the actions of mankind. With his age and knowledge, he knew that in a few years, the trees torn by shells would still be revitalized, and the land that was turned over by explosions could still grow crops. But what about the countries that experienced the war? What about those who were struggling and shouting in the smoke of gunpowder?

On both sides of the river, the broken sun and moon battle flags fell from east to west, and countless pairs of eyes could not be closed and stared at the sky where the smoke was dissipated. The soil under the body absorbed enough blood, and wisps of white smoke appeared under the sunlight, as if the warrior was reluctant to leave. Li Jian, the left deputy general of the army, patrolled the battlefield with his guards, and occasionally turned a dying warrior out of the pile of corpses, carried it down and handed it to the military medical officer. "Please, be good, be good, give me a knife, give me a knife!" The warrior pulled out of the pile of dead shouted in pain, hoping to use death to get rid of the double pain in spirit and body. The tragic voice was unbearable.

Whether it was the soldiers of the court or the King of Yan, Li Jian ordered his military doctor to take in all the injured and treat them. In fact, it was not necessary for him to give this order, and the soldiers had already begun to implement it consciously. Many of the soldiers who fell on the battlefield last night were recruits who had just joined the army, many of them came from the local area and had joined the army for less than a year. Shandong and Hebei were separated by the old Yellow River path in front of them. In the dark night, many soldiers who were shooting at the fire with mud were actually slapped with friends who grew up with mud. Both sides were even relatives or their families. In the blind fight, the uncle killed his nephew, the nephew shot his uncle, and the brother stabbed his brother in the chest.

There were also a small group of troops and the team behind Zhou Heng who were testing each other. It was not that there was a cold gunfire coming from the north, which made Li Jian, who had experienced a night of hard fighting, tighten his scalp. Judging from the situation left on the battlefield, the King of Yan's troops were not ready for war. Just like his own troops, there was no trace of well-trained traces in the face of the sudden attack. Why did they provoke the war? Could it be that which general failed to seek fame for killing people? Li Jian thought in a chaotic way that Emperor Jianwen strictly prohibited An Dongjun from provoking trouble and still kept it in his arms.

Could it be that they were all crazy? Zhou Heng, the governor of Cangzhou, put down his telescope and silently spoke to the south. This was his first defeat since his debut, and he was confused and confused. Three days ago, he had just received the general order from King Yan Zhu Di, telling him to be cautious on the front line and not to open the battlefield without any ability. According to the spy mixed in the Southern Army, Emperor Jianwen issued the same order to the front line general. It is said that Cao Zhen, an old minister of the three dynasties, came forward to mediate and demanded that everyone go unanimously to the outside world in the face of national crisis. But last night, the Southern Army launched a sneak attack to the north and ignored the emperor's order. This is not in line with Li Jinglong's habit. Could it be that the fierce battle last night itself was a misunderstanding? Zhou Heng couldn't help thinking this, but his intuition clearly told him that after the first shot was fired, one of the two sides of the north and the south would not fall in the war, and this war would not end.

At the foot of Liushan Mountain, in the small sea stitch covered with rocks, a group of fishermen dressed as fishermen untied the boat tied to the shore and slowly drifted to the sea. In recent days, there was heavy fog on the sea surface from time to time, which was not a good weather for fishing. But the fishermen didn't seem to mind, slowly rising sails and walking towards the deep sea, gradually moving away. Several blood-stained Daming Knots wrapped in cage stones were thrown off the boat, soaked in the sea water. Straws of blood drifted up along the whirlpool brought out of the clothes.

The people on the boat were dressed in fishermen's outfits, and the brand new fishermen pretended to be hanging on the side of the boat. On the deck, the short sailors studded their ears and listened to the gurgling conversation in the cabin. The people inside spoke strange words, they didn't understand, only knew that their commanders respected the group and wanted to worship them. Even the bodies they had been hit by stray bullets were packed and burned in a hidden place far away from the battlefield, fearing that their souls would not be able to return to their homeland. And their companions were not so lucky. As long as they were shot, their destiny would definitely be cut off by the commanders' head with a knife and thrown into the wilderness.

"The commander is good at making plans. We have given dozens of people, but they have caused hundreds of casualties. After a few times of hard work, the Ming Dynasty itself had tormented itself before the arrival of the Imperial Cavalry." In the cabin, a small dwarf was copying the stiff Arabic language and flattered the white-bearded old man sitting cross-legged in the center of the cabin.

The old man smiled and did not answer. The other party spoke Arabic so badly that he made almost all the sounds wrong, with only the rhythm barely similar. The dwarfs from these island countries seemed to be born with no curvature. Listening to them speak Arabic is even more uncomfortable than listening to the devil crying.

Sitting next to the old man was a young man with curly hair, not used to the fisherman's outfit without any concealment on his head, and he shaking his head anxiously. His left arm was wrapped in a white cloth, and he was obviously injured in the sneak attack a few days ago and was not well treated. The strange itch and tingling sensation came from the wound, making people feel weak.

"The young general will bear it again. When we arrive at the Imperial City Island, we will change to the big ship hidden in the hands of the smuggler, and then pretend to be a businessman and rush back to Kyushu. General Imakawa will ask the best doctor for you. The gentlest girl will take care of you and ensure that you can recover soon." Seeing that the old man ignored him, the dwarf turned his diplomatic targets to the young man. He was a dead soldier under the command of General Imakawa's governor. When Imakawa Sadae sent them out, he only explained one thing, that is, to meet all the requirements of the Arabs in front of him, and even if everyone was asked to die, he could not frown. This is the top priority for whether Japan can get rid of the joint suppression of the Ming Dynasty and the Li Korean North Korean.

"No need, after arriving in the imperial city, we will change boats to Lushun. You can go back to China to find General Imakawa to seek merits." The old man said lightly Chinese, interrupting the short man's enthusiasm. "The medicinal materials in Liaodong are the best in the world. When they arrive in Japan, who knows whether those quack doctors will take their lives?" Looking at the young man's eager eyes, the old man added in Arabic.

"We, we won't find the opportunity to do it again? This kind of attack method is very effective in weakening the enemy." The short Japanese asked a little disappointed and unwillingly.

Since the Ashikaga Shogunate was at its peak when it was at its peak, Japan has fallen into a state of chaos. The South, which was originally surviving, suddenly rejuvenated and regained Kyushu one by one. Daemons from all over the country who were attached to the Ashikaga Shogunate, changed their minds and turned their guns. Even Yoshiman's first favorite general, Kyushu, Imakawa Sadae, turned to the emperor of Kameyama. Now the power in the south has increased greatly, and the call for unifying Japan under the three artifacts is getting higher and higher, so how can I get along with Da

Akira's relationship has become the focus of attention of lords from all over the country. It is obvious that if the Ming Dynasty had not forced the intervention, Japan would have been unified under the Ashikaga Shogunate. Now the opportunity for unification is coming again. Will the Ming Dynasty once again take the powerful side as the target of attack, causing chaos in the Japanese archipelago? After careful consideration, the commander of the southern army, Sadashi Imakawa, decided to send someone to create trouble within the Ming Dynasty to distract the enemy's attention. Timur just sent an envoy to visit, and the two sides hit it off and immediately began to collude.

"No need." The old man smiled and shook his head. These Japanese people were not civilized, had not received the teachings of Allah, and could not understand the wisdom of Ai Mier. "In fact, both of them have been preparing to fight, but they were not prepared enough. When we ignited this fire, they had to launch a long-planned war in advance. Even if they found it was a misunderstanding in the future, they would continue to kill each other. This is the nature of the Chinese. They were born to like to kill each other for their ideas."

A fog of sea drifted by, wrapping up the figure of the ship. In the depths of the thick fog, the devil's grin came: "Ha~ha, ha~ha, ha~ha~ha..."

"The devil is simply a devil!" Fatty Gao, who had never felt compassion, came out of the bushes and walked towards his camp with a blue face. The tragic scene he had just seen made him angry. At this moment, he had to admit that he had saved a beast back then, no, a devil who was worse than a beast.

The old scepter Zhang Huairen walked not far in front of Gao Fatty, suppressing the rolling from the stomach and intestines. He licked blood on his knife for a lifetime, but he had never seen such cruel killing. Now the team has reached the intersection of the Yilie River and the Ixese River. This is a rare fertile land in the Western Regions, with rivers and hukousai Rivers and abundant water and grass. The local tribes are welcoming and hospitable because of their wealth. In previous years, the caravans could hear the passionate and unrestrained singing of the girls after more than ten miles. Today, it is also the harvest season, but there is no quiet voice around.

Fatty tall looks obese and heavy, but his skills and feelings are not worse than those of the stadiumers. Without this ability, he would not have taken his caravan to travel to the Western Regions when he was young. He just asked about the smell of corpses, and the fat man relieved his confusion. In the bushes on the banks of the Ixa River, there were almost a whole tribe of people, regardless of men, women, old and young, tied hands and feet with iron wire, and everyone had traces of bayonets.

"Woo——" A wild wolf with red eyes growled and slowly followed the fat man. He chased and had fun in the middle of the corpse every day, and the animal's fur was moistened by the rich human fat. This low-intellectual livestock only knew that human flesh was delicious. Seeing the fat man with his hands behind his back, he thought he was a prisoner about to be killed, and his eyes were so excited that his blue light appeared.

"Damn it!" Gao Deyong turned around suddenly, and a crossbow arrow killed the wild wolf. The road ahead was difficult, and he was unwilling to waste resources. He slowly walked to the corpse of the wild wolf, pulled out the crossbow arrow made of steel, and put it into the arrow bag. The original Wuhou serial crossbow in his hand, this craft and material, is powerful. Fatty Gao didn't believe that he could find the second one in the world. In addition to the trouble of loading, this crossbow is no less powerful than the three-eyed musket. This was something he spent a lot of money to cheat from Xu Zengshou, and regarded it as a life-saving weapon. With the unique gaze of the merchant, Fatty Gao could feel the nuance between the crossbow and the later imitation of Huairou.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~" A few more wolf roars came from his ears, and a disgusting smell came from his nostrils. It was bad, and today it was too arrogant. Gao Deyong's back suddenly collapsed straight. He handed the crossbow to his left hand, gently pressed his right hand on his waist, and a soft sword popped out. The cold light swung, causing a wave of blood.

The wild wolf that rushed over was cut into two pieces by Gao Deyong's sword. The other wild wolf that was about to pounce was frightened and fled to the grass with its tails. The fat man looked around with his sword, and the cold light in the grass seemed extremely cold in the dusk. It was a pack of wild wolves, who had eaten the rotten meat, regarded Gao Deyong and Zhang Huairen as invaders, and united in anger to protect their food. With the sound of whispers, the cold light in the bushes gathered more and more, and gradually gathered into a semicircle.

The old escort Zhang Huairen, who was walking in front, also noticed the state army, whistled his lips and retreated back to the fat man. He knew that Gao Deyong shot the wolf and vented his anger, but he did not expect that killing a wolf would cause such a big trouble. There is no mountain barrier here, and the howl of the wolf can be heard far away. If he fired with a rashly musket, the gunshots would likely attract the warriors under Timur's command.

Along the way, the old escort Zhang Huairen had already realized the cruelty of the warriors under Timur. It was wise to choose the bushes on the south bank of the Elei River as cover. Through a few days of sneaking and careful observation, everyone had discovered the movements of the Timur vanguard troops. They were also walking on this ancient Silk Road. Unlike ordinary caravans, whenever they met people along the way, they would either be wrapped in a military force and become slaves driving animals or killed, and their bodies were hidden in the bushes. In a few days, Fatty Gao and the escorts had discovered countless corpses. Judging from their obedience, some of them were merchants and some were herders of the tribes along the coast. The closer they were to Rehai, the more numerous the bodies there were. In order to protect the secrets of this expedition, Timur almost killed all the insiders along the way.

After sending back four groups of informers, the westbound team no longer dared to disperse again. A heavy cloud enveloped everyone's eyes. No one dared to turn back, because before they knew it, they had fallen into the gap between the Timur army in the east. The chance of moving forward was as high as retreating to meet the warriors under Timur's command. Once the other party could not recognize the fat man, I am afraid that no matter how high the martial arts and the sharp firearms were, they could not escape the robbery and killing of tens of thousands of troops.

"Let go first, find someone to save me, don't let them surround me." Fatty Gao dared not turn around and said to the old corps officer. The eyes of the wild wolf in the bushes are like the stars in the autumn night sky, thick and flashing.

"I have sent a signal for help, and my friend can hear it. You are the employer and I am the escort, so you go first." The old escort pulled out a long knife from his back and replied softly. This is a long knife commonly used by the escort in Peking. It has a three-foot green edge and a red-patterned blade that has oozed out faintly. Obviously, this thing has drunk a lot of enemy blood in the hands of the owner.

"Retreat together, you are in front and behind, back and back. Be careful not to let the wolf bite. I suspect that there is a dog plague in this wolf pack. If you are injured by them, you will die in pain." Fatty Gao hit Zhang Huairen with his big butt, and whispered: "I count one, two, three, and run together. You can control the speed and direction, and I will stick to you, one, two, three..."

The Wild Wolf King, who led the team to attack, saw such a strange scene for the first time. A white-haired old man and a fat man who was too fat to be fat, actually flew up against the tip of the grass on his back, and rushed out of the siege like a horse with four hooves. The Wolf King was furious and let out a shrill howl. Hundreds of wild wolves jumped out of the grass and roared to chase the prey.

The cold light shone everywhere and the blood splattered. Gao Deyong's long sword danced into a ball of cold light, tightly protecting his front and left and right sides. His feet were not slow at all. With the feeling coming from behind as a guide, he followed the footsteps of the old escort Zhang Huairen. The old escort Zhang Huairen, who was running in the front, was not as fancy as Gao Fatty's sword technique, and he refused to take action easily. Whenever a knife was cut, there would be a coming wolf corpse on the ground.

"Fatty, shoot the wolf, kill the wolf pack and disperse. This is the same as marching and fighting." The old stunt master avoided the ditches on the grass that were washed out by the rain, and kicked away the stones that might trip up the fat man Gao. He had to keep greeting the wolf, using all three hearts. Over time, sweat began to roll down his forehead.

"I know. That guy is too cunning and refuses to be exposed alone. I shot twice, but it found other guys as scapegoats." Fatty Gao's breathing became thicker, and the crossbow arrows stored in the crossbow had been shot. The wolf pack that was chasing him was not allowed to load him with a new crossbow. The cold light of the sword showed a flaw, and two or three livestock rushed forward to him.

The old head of the archer felt a chill in his heart. When he encountered the legendary embarrassment, he had to pay the entire team tonight. Embarrassed it was a legendary animal that had lived in the wolf pack for decades. It had short front legs and long hind legs. It was usually carried forward by a strong adult male wolf on the back of a group of wolves. There was a embarrassment as the leader among the wolves, and its combat ability would be greatly enhanced. It would be easy to kill all the tigers and lions in the area. What's even more unlucky is that according to Fatty Gao, the wolves may be infected with mad dog plague, which would cause more serious harm to travelers. But in order to avoid Timur, the westbound team did not dare to use muskets, did not dare to light a bonfire for a long time, and there was no lighting at night and could not use a crossbow. How could more than a dozen people get rid of the attack of a group of mad wolf?

"Old guy, do you dare to bet with me once?" Fatty Gao waved his hand and picked up the male wolf that was rushing towards him, and asked suddenly while using the free time of the wolf pack to avoid the corpses.

"Tell me, I've tried my best. I never thought of dying at home when I was eating this business." The old escort answered while waving his knife.

"Stick for a while, wait for your guy to come up, let everyone shoot with bows and arrows, and provide cover for us." Gao Deyong gasped and said a plan, "Let's bet with the wolf pack once, and rush forward, and I will cut the wolf king forward and you will come back."

"Listen to you, you millionaire are not afraid, what are you afraid of, I, a poor man?" The old escort responded, and saw that there was a figure shaking in front of him, he raised his lips, and the length of the field sent a signal that the escorts understood.

The corpses riding on the camel's back were stunned when they heard this, put away their long swords and took out their crossbows. They caught the wolf pack and rained arrows.

The situation around Gao Deyong and Zhang Huairen slowed down, stopped, gasped for a few breaths on their backs, shouted loudly, and rushed into the wolves with their backs. Those corpse-eating beasts did not expect that the prey would have such a move. They could not change the formation, and several male wolves that rushed forward died immediately under Gao Deyong's sword.

Seeing that the situation was not good, King Lu suddenly stood up on his hind legs and let out a long and roaring howl at the sky: "Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-W

The wolf pack, whose formation had just been broken, was shocked and rushed towards Gao Deyong and the old escort, regardless of the rain of arrows on the side. The situation in front of the two was even more dangerous than when they ran away just now, and was frustrated by the wolf pack.

"Old guy, be careful!" Gao Deyong shouted, his fat body suddenly jumped up, and he left the battle group. The sword in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, slashing down from mid-air towards King Huo from the air. Several male wolfs who were besieging him gave up the old escort and jumped on the ground reluctantly.
Chapter completed!