Wang Pu was listening carefully to the sound he heard just now. After a while, he confirmed: "Yes! The Ming army is mighty! This is our army fighting!" Wang Pu seemed to see something, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at it, and he saw the Ming army flag roaring in the wind.

The military flag reflected a man in heavy armor beating the drum hard, and the drums were constantly ringing. He was injured in many places, and he was still beating the drums. The drums were thunderous, as if they were about to deafen Wang Pu's ears.

The drums also ignited Wang Pu's blood and became boiling! Wang Pu wanted to want to fight now, and it was rare! Even Wang Pu was surprised! What's wrong? He was fascinated by the military flag.

Wang Pu wanted to know the situation of the battle ahead, and whether these thousand people were still there. Wang Pu was afraid that the Qing army would attack him after the one thousand people were eliminated, so he had already sent scouts to spy on the situation.

Now the scouts have reported the news: "Master General, the front is still in fierce battle, the sound of drums and shouts are shaking the sky! The Qing army is several times that of our army, and there are many cavalry, but the Qing army can't destroy our army for a long time, but instead they are trapped in a hard battle!"

"What?" Wang Pu was shocked. He couldn't believe it. "Our army would be so brave. I understand very well that my soldiers are all a flock of sheep. When they meet a full army like wolves and tigers, they can actually block more with less and become evenly matched?"

The scout nodded straight: "Sir General, this is the fact! Our army fought bravely! This really revitalizes the power of our Ming army! Just listening to their shouts, morale is greatly boosted! His blood is boiling!"

Wang Pu was silent, and his generals spoke: "General, we think it is the time to send troops! The Manchu soldiers were dragged by an army with less than their own, and their morale would definitely fall apart. Our army will be able to succeed in the fierce attack! At that time, the General could not only redeem the mistakes of the Manchu soldiers entering the Pass through the Desheng Fort, but also make a contribution!"

This moved Wang Pu. Wang Pu looked at the military flag. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "For some reason, when I looked at the military flag just now, I actually saw someone beat the drum hard! Is this my illusion, or is it really that they awakened the military soul and then resonated on me? Is the military soul?"

Wang Pu pressed his hand on his chest, thinking in his heart: "My family has been a soldier for generations, so I also have military spirits on my body! You are all over, and many people laugh at me for being afraid of the enemy! Okay! Then now I will let you see the very different Wang Pu! Let you see my soldier's true nature!"

Wang Pu was in a passionate manner, and he shouted sternly to the soldiers: "Rise up! Start a army immediately!" After receiving the order of the general, they also raised their heads and looked at the Ming army flag. They also pointed their heads firmly, and then they set off their troops to rescue Zhang Biwu.

Yes! The military spirits are connected! The military flags are connected to each other! Even if the Ming army's military flag is in rags, its military spirits are still immortal!

Look, on the arrow tower, the Ming army flag was whistled by sharp arrows, and the military flag was broken, but it was still waving in the wind, allowing everyone to see it as soon as they raised their heads.

The drums still didn't stop! Even though Zhang Biwu was wearing heavy armor, there were already several arrows on his back. Although he had heavy armor protection, it was still difficult to block the strong arrows. Zhang Biwu was naturally injured.

With a "bang", Zhang Biwu spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the blood splattered on the war drum, and the blood was still flowing from his mouth and dripping down.

Zhang Biwu stretched out his hand, and his hand was wet with blood. All he had was his own blood! Zhang Biwu's eyes were still shining with dazzling light, and his fighting spirit was still strong and he did not weaken.

"Unbeat! I won't lose! All the soldiers I brought out have to go home! This is their life entrusted to me, and the national soldiers treat me! I will repay them with the national soldiers! Xiaoxi, look at Uncle Zhang! How can Uncle Zhang expel the Tartars!"

Zhang Biwu had bright eyes and finally shouted: "Fight!"

"Drip!" The blood dripped down, forming a small blood basin at Zhang Biwu's feet. Zhang Biwu was so seriously injured that he should have lost his combat ability long ago! But he didn't!

His roar and his shout continued: "Great! Ming! Great! Ming soldiers! Blood will not flow dry, and they will never stop fighting! Fight! The Ming army's power will remain! Fight!" Zhang Biwu roared, and slapped the drums hard with the drumsticks.

As long as the drums are still ringing, the Ming soldiers will not stop fighting. Driven by passion, they will exert military power under the infection of military souls! Let the enemy be timid! Let future generations always remember their names - the brave Ming soldiers!

There was a soldier who admired Zhang Biwu. Since Zhang Biwu said in front of Xiaoxi and Wang Yu's grave that he fought like a man and a soldier, he began to admire him. Now he was going to climb up, and he didn't want Zhang Biwu to be shot. He knew that Zhang Biwu was supported by his spirit. In fact, Zhang Biwu was really impatient.

Originally, this soldier was an orphan. His parents and relatives were killed by the Qing army when they entered the southern part of the Qing army. Therefore, he had an irreconcilable hatred for the Qing army. Of course, he wanted to protect him, even if he gave his life, he would spare no effort!

Fei Yangwu and his personal soldiers shot arrows at Zhang Biwu on the arrow tower. Fei Yangwu and his personal soldiers were accurate, and each of them went towards Zhang Biwu's vital points.

Zhang Biwu's ears were flying arrows, but he did not stop beating the drum because he knew that the sound of the drum was life! It was the hope of victory!

"Swoosh" these arrows are all heading towards Zhang Biwu's back! Although there are heavy armor protection, there are already several arrows inserted into the heavy armor. If he is hit again, he will be in danger! More importantly, Fei Yangwu is an expert in archery skills. His arrow was pouring into his whole body and shooting towards Zhang Biwu's neck.

The guarding effect of the helmet hanging down the curtain is not very good, especially if it is shot by an arrow, it will be shot to the neck, and Zhang Biwu is in danger of death.

Zhang Biwu had long put life and death aside, and he was still beating the drum. "No!" screamed, but saw a figure flashing. He was about to pounce on Zhang Biwu and use his body as Zhang Biwu's shield. I saw clearly that this person was the soldier climbing up.

"Bobo" The soldiers holding Zhang Biwu accepted them all. "Biwu!" Qin Dongsheng shouted nervously. He just wanted to know if Zhang Biwu was fine, even if he had pulled his wounds for this, he would do whatever he could.

With a "bang", Qin Dongsheng moved and he fell to the ground, blood flowed out of his wound, but his eyes were still looking at Zhang Biwu, wanting to know how Zhang Biwu was.

"Ah! You!" Zhang Biwu was shocked and turned around and took a look.

The soldier smiled and said to Zhang Biwu: "I, I admire you! Don't stop the drums! I believe you can take us to expel the Tartars! My family is all killed by the Tartars! Avenge, revenge!"

He roared out the word "revenge" with his last strength. He shrugged his head and hung it beside Zhang Biwu's shoulders. His hand was still holding a strap, obviously trying to tie him and Zhang Biwu together so that he could become Zhang Biwu's shield. However, his hand had just passed away and had not had time to tie it up.

Zhang Biwu understood that he would no longer refuse the soldiers' kindness. Although he didn't even know what his name was, what Zhang Biwu could do was just what he said - take revenge! Like this, the best reward for him.

Zhang Biwu tied the soldier's body behind him. Zhang Biwu gritted his teeth and felt the blood flowing out of the soldier's body blending with his own blood, making his blood boil. Zhang Biwu understood that he had to do his best!

Zhang Biwu shouted: "Victory is ours! The Ming army will win!" This roar was roared with all his strength, shocking the hearts of every Ming army soldier! Let the Ming army soldiers rise up and bravely annihilate the enemy!
Chapter completed!