The rolling smoke covered half of the sky, and the fire was fiercely swallowing everything in the valley. It was impossible for Wu'anguo to have life sadly. Wu'anguo sorted his team and left the valley entrance. After winning a big victory, he couldn't be happy. Wang Hao, Li Ling and others happily called the people down from the mountain, waiting for all the brothers on the mountain to arrive, and then they could return in triumphantly. Each soldier's face was full of the victory smile after revenge. The only thing that was as unhappy as Wu'anguo was Muhammad. While someone asked someone to help unload the broken bricks and tiles used by the camel team to deceive the enemy, he rubbed his hands and said with a heartache: "More than 4,000 horses, how much money do you get?" The appearance of the wealthy slave made the brave men even happier.

"Brother Wu has heard of the story of hunters and wolves?" Seeing that Wu Anguo was like this, Shisanlang enlightened him. Wu Anguo knew that what Shisanlang said must be the Ming Dynasty version of "Mr. Dongguo and Wolves". He looked up at Shisanlang and replied, "Does Brother Cao think I have some kindness of women? Although these Mongolians are cruel, they are like us, and they are also human beings."

"When they killed my people, they did not regard us as similar people. If they were not my race, their hearts would be different. Wu Dianshi now pity them. When their horse team rushed over, they had no intention of pitying you." Wang Hao next to him interjected. Killing three thousand enemies will not hurt one person. In his eyes, even if Sun Wu is reincarnated and Zhuge is reborn, it is not the case. Why bother with the life and death of the brutal Mongolian Tartars?

"If you don't kill them, they will kill you. They always speak with a knife on the back of the horse." Shisanlang enlightened again, "If you talk merciful to them, it means you are unkind to the people. Whoever is inferior to the one who is more serious, Brother Wu will naturally not be sad considering this festival."

Wu'anguo had nothing to say for a while. In this era, the nations were originally the prey of the weak. Not only did the people around him not accept the theory of national unity, but the Mongolians must also think they were sick. They glanced at the cheerful local warriors again, who were wiping their muskets like treasures. The first time the concentrated use of large-scale firearms was so powerful that Wu'anguo was shocked. The party with advanced weapons almost massacred the other party. He sighed softly and asked quietly: "Ziyou, don't you think the power of firearms is terrifying?"

"The first time I had such a satisfying job with the Tartars, the firearms made by Brother Wu are really extraordinary, especially the cannon. I have traveled all over the world for so many years, and I have never seen such a cruel guy." Shisanlang obviously didn't hear the voice of Wu Anguo and answered excitedly.

"But if these things are in the hands of the tyrants, the lives of the people will be even worse. If we kill our own people, we will never be as ruthless as foreign tribes!"

"This..., it's true. I was afraid that officials would force the people to rebel. Now I'm not afraid of the people's rebellion anymore. I'm afraid that the people will have no way to survive."

"Although we are all grass people, it is not grass after all, human blood is not water, it flows into a river!" Wu Anguo sighed softly. In the 21st century, China did not have a complete civil rights bill, let alone this wilderness era. The scenes of the armies of some countries using machine guns to shoot the people of their country constantly appearing in front of us. Thinking of this section, I really don't know whether it is right or wrong to change the course of history like this.

"I have heard of wolves eating sheep, but I have never heard of wolves eating wolf. Many times, the key to whether fairness or not depends on whether the strength is balanced." Li Lingyu, who has always been unwilling to speak, is not shocking. This sentence makes the contemplative people sober like thunder. The shrewd Wang Hao looked around and told everyone not to talk about these ruthless topics. Wu Anguo and others also felt that these disagreements were right and they were silent.

"It's a pity that this fire blocked the way. Otherwise, we would take advantage of the opportunity to chase after them. The baggage camps of these Mongolians must have been following them not far away. All the things they stolen were there. Let's give him a black and black food, hehe..." Muhammad's voice and the laughter of the local tyrants came from not far away, making the atmosphere around Wu'anguo liven up again.

Suddenly, the violent sound of horse hooves broke the noise of the village warriors. Behind them, the dust that covered the sky and the sun came from far away. After a "brush", the well-trained village warriors immediately formed a battle formation and occupied a favorable position. The cavalry who had not shown their faces just now followed Shisanlang's horse and lined up in an arrow shape.

Wu Anguo picked up a slightly bulky telescope and looked at the way. A group of people rushed towards the Ming Dynasty under the banner of the Ming Dynasty. About two miles away, a guard's uniformed man rode out. He strangled his mount from afar and asked in a slight voice: "Which is the road ahead? What are you doing here?"

Everyone saw that he was a 15 or 16-year-old boy, very cute. They didn't mind that his question was not very polite, so they told him happily that Wu'anguo, Dianshi, Huairou County, Daming, led the township heroes to kill the Tartars here, defend their hometown, and asked him about his origin. The boy heard that he was a township hero, so he gently whispered his horse and returned to our team. Wang Hao and others were so angry that they greeted the boy's parents in a low voice.

After a moment, the Ming army team was divided into two sides and gave way out. A main general rushed from the formation with three or two followers. The general was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bronze face with angular edges and a bit of firmness. He bowed to Wu Anguo and others from afar and said loudly: "Zhu Ben Left Guard Commander Zhu Li was ordered by the emperor to patrol the border here. Fortunately, he met all the heroes, and I don't know how the battle was." Everyone was very surprised when they heard that they were the Imperial Guard. Seeing that the general was very polite, they bowed back to him.

Although he was not good at learning the history of Wu'an Kingdom, he also knew that Zhu Di, a Ming Dynasty, robbed his nephew's throne, sent people to the West seven times, and personally marched to Mongolia five times. In the 21st century, the Dazhong Temple in Beijing also collected a large bell from the Ming Dynasty, weighing more than 40 tons. Later, Qianlong boasted that the bells built in the prosperous era were of no shame to see people compared to him. I wonder if Zhu Di and Zhu Li were the same, why did they not make good princes and pretend to be generals. I looked at them carefully and always felt that their judgment was correct. Then look at the guards around the general, each of whom was pale and had no worries, and they were not eunuchs.

When Wu'anguo saw Zhu Di deliberately concealing it, he was unwilling to say it out loud, so as to save everyone from the trouble of ceremonies. Moreover, in the history he knew, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty had some quirks, and he named himself a general, and the great master was very good at the family tradition. In short, it was absurdity of family traditions, so there was no need to go into it. Just as he was about to reply, Wang Hao rushed to say, "Three thousand Mongolian Tartars came, there were only a few left." He proudly pointed at the anxious prisoners with his hand, "Isn't this all here? The others were burned to death in the valley."

"Ah..." Several eunuchs covered their mouths with their hands exaggeratedly, accompanied Zhu Di to walk towards the entrance of the valley. Before they got closer, the smell of burnt smell came to their noses. The people's stomachs swelled up and forced themselves to spit it out. The fire was small at all, and it seemed that they would not stop without exhausting the plants and trees in the entire valley.

Zhu Di turned around and looked at the strange-looking local heroes in front of him, their fancy clothes and round iron pots on their heads, all of which were unprecedentedly dressed. The black and shiny iron pipe with wooden handles in his hand was even more unknown. But it was an obvious fact that no one of the local heroes was injured.

"I have heard Marshal Xu talk about the great name of Wudianshi. Our dynasty recently defeated Mongolia outside the Great Wall. The serial crossbows offered by Wudianshi have made great contributions. If someone hadn't deliberately made things difficult for him, Wudianshi would have been sealed and sealed. The ones in the hands of these brothers must be the latest weapon produced by Wudianshi, and I don't know how to use it." It was judged that the ones blocked the charge of the Mongolian cavalry must be the iron pipes in the hands of the township heroes. Zhu Di immediately showed a strong interest and flattered Wu'anguo.

Wu Anguo took a musket from a village warrior and demonstrated it to Zhu Di. With a "ping-table", a branch as thick as an arm broke in the distance.

Zhu Di snatched the musket from Wu'anguo like a treasure. He borrowed bullets and cannons as he was like this, fired a shot, and punched a dead tree a hundred steps away. He was also knocked and shook it twice by the musket, and almost fell down. He gritted his teeth and straightened his body, put the musket on his shoulder and fired a few more shots, mastering the basic usage. He happily turned the musket and touched and looked at it. It seemed that he was planning to learn from Liu Bei to borrow Jingzhou.

"This generation of tyrants and heroes in the future are just a child at this moment." Wu Anguo removed the three-eyed short guns from his waist and handed them to Zhu Di, saying, "These are all produced by General Xu on orders. He originally wanted to send them to the outside world, but he didn't expect that the Mongols would come so urgently, so he had to borrow them temporarily. Although the range of this three-eyed short gun was shorter than that of the general's hand, it could be launched in three consecutive shots at a time and with one hand. The general might be more in line with it immediately."

"Is that true?" Zhu Di took the three-eyed short gun, handed the gun back to the township man, turned over the horse, and glanced around the horse, completely forgot that he was the commander of the three armies. After a while, he inserted the short gun to his waist, shot the horse back to Wu'anguo, and bowed his hand to show his blessing. "Thank you, Wu Dianshi, sir, what treasures do you have? Why don't you give me more items? I'll go back to the capital a while and I'll give you some overseas treasures."

This is not a general. Everyone was amused when they saw Zhu Di so rogue, and they thought to themselves, "I don't know which playboy is the one who is the commander of the Imperial Guard at a young age. Fortunately, they didn't go to the battlefield, otherwise wouldn't it be embarrassing."

Seeing that Zhu Di's childlike innocence was still gone, Wu Anguo didn't want to discourage his excitement, and thought to himself, "This innocent boy didn't know what tragic things happened in the future, so he became so cruel." He took out a simple telescope and was demonstrating it to Zhu Di, but a person in rags appeared in the camera, stumbled down from the distant mountain, looking at it carefully. He was not the scout Wang Feiyu, who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who had been. He quickly handed the telescope to Zhu Di, slapped his horse and greeted him, and supported Wang Feiyu.

Wang Feiyu did not wait for himself to breathe, and reported intermittently: "Three or 40,000, the Mongolian army, less than two days away, a journey." It turned out that he went to investigate in a distance and received an urgent report from his subordinates. The day before yesterday, a large group of Mongolians invaded from Beikou City (now known as Gubeikou. In our history, Lieutenant General Zhang Zhi led his army to fight bloody battles with the Japanese). The road was not like the previous group of people, but went straight to Huairou. He quickly returned the horse, but was separated by a fire at the other end of the valley. Relying on his hiking skills, he did not delay the news.

"How many", Zhu Di was obviously startled by this number, and his hand holding the telescope trembled slightly. The ripples of fear spread from around Wang Feiyu, and the noise of the village warriors stopped instantly, and the sound of mountain wind and fire became particularly clear at this moment. Although he had just won a big victory, everyone knew that it was impossible to complete the task with 800 enemies forty thousand, and the valley could no longer be used as the next ambush.

"Wang Hao, Li Ling, ask the brothers to report the number and count how many bullets each person has." Wu Anguo shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the valley. The local warriors immediately started counting it. After a while, Wang Hao and Li Ling reported that each person had an average of more than 70 bullets left.

"Forty thousand people, there are really a lot. Each of them is going to aim and shoot fifty shots! Tell the brothers to wipe the muskets clean immediately. If anyone who hits the muskets in half tomorrow will get stuck, he will be punished to sweep the toilet for a month when he goes back."

The villagers burst into laughter when they heard Wu Anguo's interesting words. They felt relieved all of a sudden. Yes, forty thousand people, wasn't each one firing a few more shots? What's the big deal? I don't believe that the Mongolian horse team ran faster than bullets, and they were wearing armor. During training, they saw with their own eyes that the bows and arrows could not penetrate. What are you afraid of? Even if you were injured, Xu Jibaozi was still wrapped.

"Oh my uncle, I was shooting one by one on the mountain just now, but I didn't expect that a fire broke out at the foot of the mountain and blocked the Tartars. This time there were enough Tartars, which was just enough to make me feel satisfied," said a bearded town hero loudly.

"Yes, there are so many people who can be hit without aiming. Let's go, wipe the muskets, and hit the little girl. Whose muskets broke halfway, who was raised by the little girl?" Amid the noise, the villagers began to detect their muskets. They were bullied by the Mongols for so many years. As long as they had the chance, no one would be willing to be a slave.

Zhu Di secretly cried out in his heart. A small person from the ninth rank history, who was calmer than his emperor when encountering problems, and actually knew how to stabilize the morale of the army. Looking at the equipment and morale of these rural brave men, Huairou Wu'anguo is really well-known. Unfortunately, the Confucian scholars in the court only knew how to distinguish between high and low, and let the heroes bury them. Thinking of this, he developed a loving heart, pulled Wu'anguo aside, and whispered, "Mr. Wu, Zhu still has 5,000 troops here. As long as we guard Huairou for three days, we will definitely wait for reinforcements. The enemy is strong and we are weak, so we should not act voluntarily."

Wu Anguo looked at Zhu Di gratefully and thought that defending the city was also a way, but the factories and mines he had worked hard to build over the past two years were all outside the city and would definitely turn into ashes. But if he wanted to fight in the field, there were indeed too few people. He asked Zhang Zhengxin to take the sand table and draw it with branches to find a way to break the enemy. He was too familiar with the mountains, rivers and rivers near Huairou, and he didn't want to give it to the Mongolians. The official road was just started by Guo Pu this year, and it has not been finished yet.

When the craftsman was not starting to establish a village chariot, he also took his students to measure the hydrological geology. His eyes fell on the Heishui River five miles away. When he was building the bridge in summer, the river was more than ten feet wide, and the sound was like a roar of a cow. Yesterday, he passed by there, and the water surface was only one-quarter of the original one, and the water flow was very fast and had not been frozen. If the bridge was demolished, it could be delayed for a while. Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and now he was here to fight the Mongolians to death.

"General Zhu, can you use your troops? I have a plan to slash the spirit of the Tartars?" Wu Anguo asked Zhu Di tentatively whether this prince who was unwilling to disclose his identity could act according to his own arrangement.

"Zhu Qi, pass on my general order. All the soldiers of the Hu Ben Left Guard have returned to Huairou Dianshi Wu'anguo for the past three days. Those who violate the order will be killed." Zhu Di loudly ordered his eunuch to take off his sword and hand it over to Wu'anguo. "Zhu Li is willing to listen to Mr. Wu's command today to charge and let the Mongolian Tartars see what a true Ming man is."

"Yes, let the Mongols know that I am a man of Ming Dynasty"! Wu Anguo loudly agreed. "Kill". Shisanlang was infected by their emotions and swung his sword to the sky. One hundred cavalry followed him and waved his sabers and shouted loudly. He sat down and immediately neighed, causing the infantry to neigh together. After a while, the horses of five thousand imperial guards also joined the ranks of neighing. Rolling smoke, raging fire, and whistling horses. The grace of this moment will always be imprinted in everyone's heart and on the unyielding land of China.

The Yuan Taiwei Naha led more than 30,000 cavalry, almost twice as many war horses as they passed through the wilderness like dark clouds. He has never been so upset for many years. Xu Da, the old fox, forced him to give up the dignity of Mongolian heroes and took the lead in fighting guerrilla warfare. But the war happened on his own grassland, causing Mongolian tribes to migrate everywhere and the six animals were unable to settle the vassal. But the Ming army, which was far from the archery and horses, has now begun to dare to fight head-on with Mongolian warriors. Almost everyone in the Ming Dynasty's cavalry

The chain crossbow was so powerful that it could penetrate heavy armor nearby. When fighting in close combat, it would raise its hand and shoot without any warning in advance. In this way, even if a small group of Ming and Mongolian troops met, the Mongolian soldiers would find it difficult to take advantage of it. Naha sent craftsmen to imitate serial crossbows. The craftsmen were busy for a few days but couldn't make it. They were so angry that Naha wanted to tie the craftsmen to the horse and drag it to death. The craftsmen repeatedly shouted for injustice, saying that there was no steel on the prairie of crossbows, and the famous Huairou soft steel was needed. However, Huairou soft steel was never brought by caravans from Peiping.

Unexpectedly, his own troops attacked Beikou City a few days ago. Nahachu almost jumped up when he heard this news. Huairou's wealthy name was widely circulated on the grassland with the caravan. Beikou City is close to Huairou, and the defense of Beiping Guards is currently empty. If Huairou City takes Huairou City and plunder all the craftsmen who refined steel into the frontier, it is equivalent to robbing endless steel. At that time, there is no need to be chased by Xu Da, the old barbarian. If Guo Pu and Wu Anguo are caught, they must persuade them to surrender. What's the good thing about the Han court? They can only fight in their nests and bury heroes. It's like following themselves, causing Ghis Khan's fortune to be invincible. A hundred years ago, a Han hero with the same surname Guo led the Mongolian hero to the Danube. The Mongolians will never treat the hero unfairly, and there is never a crime of "forgiveness".

Nahachu, who is proficient in Sinology, only considered how to arrange Wu'anguo and Guo Pu. Unconsciously, the team had stopped. The former general sent people to report, but the road to Huairou was blocked by falling rocks and was sending people to move stones to spread the road.

"Where did that man and horse go two days ago? Could it be that the Southern Barbarian's way?" Nahachu felt an ominous premonition. Two hours later, the dug-opened valley confirmed his judgment. There were incomplete corpses of humans and horses everywhere. The people who were burned to death by the fire grabbed the soil under their bodies with the last bit of strength. The deformed hands were covered with dry mud. The burnt smell of the corpse made many Mongolian warriors vomit. There was no living creature in this valley. Everyone who had so many horses must be the Mongolian spirit rider. Naha was so angry that his eyes were about to break, looking for which army was so cruel. As for how much blood was stuck on his tribe's hands, Nahachu never considered these. The Han people were naturally cowardly, and they were originally arranged by Changshengtian to be slaves to Mongolian heroes. Mongolians of generations were educated like this.

Finally, it took a while to get out of this valley of death. It took the burnt warriors to return to dust and soil. "If you catch the person who uses this poisonous plan, you must light the sky lantern." The Mongolian warriors thought so. As they wished, at the entrance of the valley, the Mongolians discovered the name of the enemy. A newly erected stone tablet was engraved with Mongolians and Han Chinese characters, "Wuanguo, Huairou County, led 800 heroes to wipe out 3,000 Mongolian Tartars here."

"Roar to Huairou, seize Wu'an and sacrifice to heaven"! Nahachu could no longer bear this humiliation and pulled out his own scimitar. The words "Eight hundred heroes wiped out three thousand Mongolian Tartars" were deeply engraved in his mind. For Mongolian warriors, this was a great humiliation that had never been seen before. "The Han people only win with more. How could such a few people defeat Mongolian warriors? The treacherous Han people, if they don't kill you, Nahabu vowed not to be a human being."

The large group of people rushed out a few miles along the official road, and a deep ditch blocked the way forward. The river water had shrunk to only three feet wide, forming a layer of ice. The bridge on the river surface had been destroyed, leaving only half of the opposite side. On the other side was a long pile of soil that was temporarily frozen with sand and water, more than three feet high, with a big flag waving in the wind. Naha showed the Chinese characters on the flag, which was the "Eight Hundred Warriors of the Ming Dynasty" that made him grit his teeth.

"Bater, take your troops to test in front of the head." Naha issued an order. Immediately, a thousand Mongolian warriors jumped off their horses and rushed down the river valley. The muskets shot down from behind the earthen tower, and pressed them into the river valley and could not move.

"Mintu, Baoyin, one left and one right dispersed." Naha waved the order flag, and two thousand-person teams immediately rushed out of the Mongolian formation, scattered into a horizontal line to rush down the river valley. The firepower of the defenders behind the earth base immediately seemed to be in short supply. Mongols had already begun to wade through the river water and approach the river embankment on the other side.

"It turns out to be a nerd, I think it is a great person," Naha thought to himself. "When Cao Cao learned from the Three Kingdoms, he was frozen sand and made a city, and he didn't even look at how powerful he was. Occasionally, he would dare to pick up his handsome tiger beard when he got a cheaper price. This time, let you see the coach's methods." He moved the red flag in his hand forward, pressing forward on both left and right wings together, leaving only the central army as a backup.

"Table", a firework rose behind Shalei, and a dark cloud spread out in the sky. There was an ambush, and Naha was stunned. He saw more than hundreds of long sword hands rushing out from behind Shalei, standing on the bank of the river to fight with the Mongolian warriors. He couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly, sighing for the fate of the opponent behind Shalei. A nerd, such a few people, what's the use of ambushing? He turned into powder with Shalei in a while.

While sighing, a suppressed roar came from the upper reaches of the river, and a white line came to the sky. Being deceived, Nahazi hurriedly asked his subordinates to make a sound of gold. There was no hurry. Wu Anguo was waiting on the other side. He waved his hand and heard a loud noise. More than 20 artillery fired roaring together, placing the shells neatly around Nahazi. When the Mongolian soldiers who were escorting the guards came to their senses, Nahazi and his personal bodyguards had long disappeared, and only countless pieces of meat mixed with soil fell down from the air.

Before the Mongolians had time to mourn for their commander, the river water roared across the entire river valley with ice, and washed the Mongolian soldiers who had no time to retreat like garbage. The Mongolians rarely swim. The armor soaked in the river water was a bone-scraping steel knife in winter. In a moment, only a small number of survivors who were struggling to help were left in the water, fluttering, and they were rolled downstream in front of their companions on the shore. If the people on the shore were too busy to take care of themselves, there would be no time to save them. It was like shells with eyes landing specifically in crowded places. Every time the shells fell, countless broken limbs would inevitably fly up.

Without orders, the remaining thousands of Mongolian soldiers knew how to do it, and turned their heads to run in the direction they came. On their side, Zhu Di led the Huairou cavalry who had been servile for a long time and killed them like chopping melons and vegetables. He quickly rushed out of the Mongolian army and cut into two sections. At this time, the soldiers of the infantry and villages jumped onto the bamboo platoon that had been already been slapped. While slashing hard to the opposite shore, he used muskets to count the number of people in the Mongolian remnants.

The warriors lost their morale and were not braver than the farmers. The farther they fled, the better, and now they became the biggest creed of the Mongolian cavalry. When the Valley of Death appeared in their sight, the Mongolian warriors felt that the burnt valley was so cute. But before they could be happy, five or six thousand people rushed out of the valley. The young man in red robe waved his sword and cut the warrior who fled to the front into two sections.

"Stop, are Genghis Khan's descendants all cowards who only escape from their lives?" The young man shouted. The warriors around him moved the tip of the knife forward together to form a wall of swords.

The escaped team ran into each other head-on, and the team immediately stopped. The blood made people sober. The Mongolian warriors took the horse's head and saw clearly that there was their reinforcements ahead. There was no sound of cannons on their heads, and the cannons were separated from the other side of the river and could not be chased. Several warriors who responded quickly turned around to greet their team, and more people immediately stabilized.

The young man in red who led the army was Nairman, the grandson of Temur (named Wang Baobao in the Han Dynasty, known as Wang Baobao by Zhu Yuanzhang, the most prestigious general in the Mongolian army, and he had already died). He was the leader of the Mongolian nobles and acted quite like a ancestor. Naha loved him very much, afraid that he would be injured, so he kept him as a rear army to escort food, grass, supplies and siege equipment. He heard people's return to Shimen Valley, and was afraid that Naha would make mistakes, so he left more than a hundred people to escort the baggage, and brought all his troops to help quickly, just in time to intercept the defeated soldiers.

Zhu Di led the Imperial Army to the fun of fighting. The battle was so satisfying that the enemy had almost no power to fight back. The happy Imperial Army did not care that the opponent had changed quietly. When they saw the brigade of Mongolian warriors turning around to gather them, it was too late to gather the team. Under the command of the boy in red, the Mongolian soldiers changed their formations and separated the Imperial Army. Shisanlang and Huairou's cavalry relied on their armor to rush left and right, trying their best to gather the Imperial Army.

Together, there were too many Mongolian soldiers. The imperial guards kept falling off their horses. No matter how well the armor of the Huairou Knight was, they could not resist so many scimitars. Shisanlang watched the brothers fall down in front of him, and his heart was about to break. General Zhu, who had just rushed forward, was even more dangerous at this moment. There were only a few imperial guards around him. A few white-faced boys desperately waved the sword that cut out the gap and protected Zhu Di. Only they knew that this person could not be lost. If he lost it, he would die.

"Ziyou, come with me to save people." Wu'an Guolun, who hurried across the river with his horse, raised a big sword and cut several Mongolian warriors into two pieces. At this time, he no longer cared about compassion for the world and thought of everything, but he didn't expect that the river flooded the Mongolians and blocked the artillery's advance. Without artillery cover, why was the Imperial Guardians who licked blood on their heads all day long? What's more, there were so many reinforcements on the other side. In this battle, many of the 100 Huairou Iron Cavalry could return home. Thinking that because of his negligence and failure to consider the cooperation of the troops, so many people who trusted him died innocently, he had already killed his eyes red.

He must save Zhu Di, otherwise everything Huairou would be over in Zhu Yuanzhang's rage. Wu'anguo rushed towards Zhu Di desperately, chopping, chopping, chopping, and chopping. The Chunqiu sword technique, which had more attacks and fewer defenses, was left at this time, and there was no defense. He and Ben Lei were covered with blood that he didn't know whether he was still the enemy.

However, he was unable to get close to Zhu Di. When the boy in red saw everyone rushing towards Zhu Di, he knew that this person was the key to victory or defeat. He waved the red flag in his hand, and layers of warriors rushed up to block Wu Anguo outside.

"Ziyou, let's fight." Wu Anguo knew that he could not escape today, so he hated the boy in red. He simply gave up Zhu Di and rushed towards the boy in red. Shisanlang followed closely behind him, and the sword passed by was covered in blood.

The young guards rushed to Wu'anguo. Wu'anguo slashed Huashan with one force, chopped a warrior in front and cut into two pieces with his sword, and pushed the other warrior off the horse. The light of his eyes found a scimitar on his right side running to his back.

It was too late, just see if the dragon-skin armor could block this sword. Wu Anguo thought of it, and the big sword rushed to another oncoming warrior. At most, he could die, and he could fight another battle on the road to Huangquan.

With the sound of a gunshot from the "Table" and the scimitar on Wu'anguo's back ended up not having the chance to "test" the quality of the armor, and fell to the ground weakly. Zhang Zhengxin rushed behind his master at some point, with one hand and a borrowed three-eyed musket on his waist. He raised his hand to knock down the warriors who had sneaked into Wu'anguo's horse. The two escort masters of Wu'anguo and others were both protected by him. He started working left and right, knocking down the Mongolian warriors close to Wu'anguo and others one by one. The samurai who came up had seen muskets before, and the muskets were useless when they fired. They had never encountered any magic guns that could not be finished. They were not sure what magic weapon was in Zhang Zhengxin's hand, and they were both stunned. Wu'anguo took this opportunity to shout, clamping the horse's belly, and the thunder rushed forward as if he knew his master's intentions, as if he was flying clouds and fog, less than five steps away from the boy in red.

The boy in red, Nairman was shocked. When he saw a bloody horse carrying a blood man with a ferocious spirit, he instinctively used the order flag to attack him. Wu Anguo handed his sword to his left hand, held the flagpole with his right hand and followed the direction to his arms. Nairman was pulled from the saddle and slid towards the horse's neck. Wu Anguo simply let go of the order flag and grabbed Nairman's belt and raised it high. In an instant, all the Mongolian warriors around him held their breath. Shisanlang, Zhang Zhengxin and others collided and gathered around Wu Anguo.

"Give up the way", Wu Anguo hung up a big sword, waved Nairman with his hands and rushed towards Zhu Di as a weapon. The Mongolian warriors did not want to hurt their little master, so they dared not move forward, so they had to give way. At this time, Zhu Qi was left by Zhu Di, who was dancing with swords left and right, and they had to resist with no idea how many knives had been hit on his body, and blood flowed down from his body like a stream. Several Mongolian warriors no longer cared about him and killed Zhu Di. Hearing the sound of muskets elsewhere, Zhu Diya

He bit him, pulled out the musket given to him by Wu Anguo from his waist and raised his hand. A commander who rushed towards him looked at his chest in disbelief. A stream of blood flowed out of the armor, and he opened his hands and fell off his horse. Zhang Zhengxin was not polite at all, waved his gun with both hands and shot continuously. The Mongolian warriors close to Zhu Di saw that his partners were all falling off the horse. He didn't know how many shots the treasure in Zhu Di could fire. He was so scared that he scattered to the side.

Shisanlang tried his best to hold Zhu Qi who could no longer tell the difference between us. Wu Anguo protected Zhu Di and rushed towards his own people. The imperial guards gathered more and more. Seeing that Zhu Di was safe and his morale was greatly boosted, he gradually moved closer together. The Huairou Iron Cavalry mixed in the middle was inspired by Zhang Zhengxin and took the opportunity to take out a musket and aimed specifically at the Mongolian officers to open fire. Several conflicts, various people gathered together and returned to the shape of a slash.

Zhu Qi, who had returned to the scene, finally recognized the Ming army's flag and tried his best to remind him to "protect the prince". His body slid down from the horse softly. "Xiao Qi--" Zhu Di hugged his playmates since childhood and cried bitterly.

"Look at this boy"! Wu Anguo was afraid of Zhu Di's impulse, so he threw Nairman, who was so scared, into his arms. He turned to greet the cavalry and said, "The Tartars are afraid, so everyone will drive them back to their hometown in one go." He waved his sword and killed them again. The soldiers of Huairou agreed in unison and rushed towards the Mongolians with him. The Imperial Guns were not to be outdone and followed closely. The sound of the ping-ping muskets sounded again, and the Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses like fallen leaves. The pre-loaded bullets were exhausted.

He cut with a sabre. When the sabre was broken, he used his body to pounce the Mongolian soldiers off the horse. Behind him was the land of the brave men in the village, and the parents, wives and children of the brave men in the village. As long as he had a breath, he could not be hurt. Although the imperial guards were usually pampered, their lives could be deprived of their dignity at this time, and their dignity could not be trampled on. Under his feet was the land of my Ming Dynasty. Anyone who wanted to ravage him must pay the price of bleeding. Some people bleed, some sacrificed, and no one retreated.

Under the leadership of Wang Hao and Li Ling, the infantry finally arrived on horseback and jumped off the horse. Several groups formed a plum blossom formation and aimed at the Mongolian soldiers to shoot. The Mongolian warriors blocking the road were all caught, either being hit by stray bullets or being stabbed down by bayonets. One of the main generals died and the other reached the opponent's hands. This blow had already caused their morale to reach the extreme. When they encountered this group of new forces, their morale immediately plummeted and fled into the valley in chaos. The entrance to Shimen Valley was narrow, so how could they accommodate this.

So many people passed by in an unorderly manner and were immediately blocked by the riots. The imperial guards, Qianhu Wang Zhenghao and Li Canghai, took the opportunity to lead the troops to block the remaining Mongolian soldiers out of the valley. No one cared about the principle of not chasing the enemy. In the hearts of the knights, the blood debt must be paid with blood. Seeing this, the fast-reacting Mongolian warriors quickly turned their heads and took the lead from the side while the Ming army was not able to completely block the rear, fled from the side and headed straight to the lower reaches of the Heishui River. The companions around them were constantly injured and fell off the horse, and they had no time to take care of it.

After escaping for four or five miles, the sound of fighting was getting farther away, and the warriors who had saved their lives could finally take a breath and slow down. Only a sound of "bangbang" gangsters were heard, and arrows were falling from the sky. A whistle was waiting here for a long time. After the snow-liang refusing rifle formation, countless archers opened their bows and shot arrows together. This was the team of Zhou Heng, the magistrate of Changping County, and Dianshi Lin Huofeng, Shunyi County. They heard Huairou had something to do, so they came to support him at night. When they arrived in the city, they heard the news that the village warrior had wiped out three thousand invading enemies. But more enemies were still behind.

Dianshi Wu'anguo was ambushing by the Heishui River and came to help. The infantry was walking slowly. When they arrived at the lower reaches of the Heishui River, they saw countless dying Mongolians with their bodies washed down. Many brave people took small boats and were happily catching prisoners or knocking down the Tartars. Lin Huofeng quickly asked his subordinates to use long ropes to save people. After saving a few, Zhou Heng suggested that it would be better to borrow civilian boats to guard the other side, and maybe they could still make a vote. So the two led the village hero to ambush the other side and wait for the rabbits, but they didn't expect that they really waited for the defeated soldiers.

When Wu'anguo ended the battle in the valley and chased him here, Zhou Heng had already withdrawn his troops and caught more than 3,000 prisoners with the people from the water. Zhou Heng was proud and patted Wu'anguo's shoulder and said, "How about it, Brother Wu, I can afford to be a lucky general." His subordinates suddenly became empty, and looked at Wu'anguo again, and shook his horse twice and fell down with a plop.

Tired, really tired, Wu Anguo felt that he was slowly floating up and floating towards the distance.
Chapter completed!