Zhao Ming shouted, and everyone reacted. Zheng Sen quickly directed the shadows to fall from the top of the city.

Several black shadows reacted and hurriedly put the rope around the waist of the man in black in the head and put him down first.

Zhao Ming was a little puzzled. This man seemed to have no skills, so what should he do when he climbed up?

"Go away!" Seeing the Qing army approaching, Zhao Ming blocked the periphery and shouted loudly.

The black shadows saw another group of Qing troops coming, and took the ropes from their waists to cover the walls, turned over to the city, and the armored soldiers came up and slashed with swords, poked their spears, and a rough and strange scream came from the corners of their mouths.

Zhao Ming couldn't understand what they said in Manchu and Mongolian, but it was definitely not good things.

"I'm a mud horse!" Zhao Ming grabbed the piercing gun with one hand, pulled his hand and kicked the Qing soldiers away, snatched the spear in his hand, and made a neat move.

He then used a gun as a stick, but he had no rules, but his strength and speed were strong. He defeated six or seven people in an instant, and the Qing soldiers fell to the ground and wailed.

Zhao Ming was shocked by his own fierceness, but he didn't expect that he was so fierce that he still did not defeat the arrogance of the Qing soldiers. Instead, he aroused the anger of the armored soldiers. The Manchu armored soldiers in white armor screamed and slashed at him with a slash.

Zhao Ming felt that he was extremely fierce and was afraid of him. He didn't expect that these Tartars were not afraid of him.

This made Zhao Ming furious. He kept using the gun as a stick, but he only beat the Tartars so hard that they lost their ability to move and did not dare to kill people. But when he saw the Tartars being crazy like wild beasts, he wanted his life. After being forced to get angry, the gun flower shook and stabbed it out quickly, stabbing an armored soldier in the throat, and then he picked it hard, and the body smashed down a Qing soldier.

"Kill someone!" However, Zhao Ming didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, he held a spear and killed happily. The spearhead was sharp. He stabbed the spear, causing a burst of blood mist. He swept the spear and knocked down a group of Qing soldiers.

"If you have the guts, let the horse come over." Zhao Ming held a big gun, and he was the one who could pass the pass and the ten thousand men could not drive it.

The brave Qing army finally looked fearful. They had never encountered decent resistance all the way into Jiangnan. The Ming army was all cowardly, and this was the first time they saw such a fierce man.

"Bar, you dare to report your name. If you surrender, Prince Yu will treat you well." A leader wearing white armor shouted in stiff Chinese words.

"I'm making a name for thousands of people, and the opportunity to become famous is here!" Zhao Ming was happy. Whatever he did, he was concerned about fame. "I'm a surname Zhao Ming, and the Tatars had the will to kill me!"

After saying that, he kicked the hilt of the knife on the ground with a kick, and shot out the sword, stabbed directly into the neck and urged the abdomen. The Tartars fell to the ground seriously injured.

After a commotion, the Qing soldiers finally became a little scared. Another leader waved his hand and the soldiers holding a sword retreated. A team of well-trained musketeers appeared, and they quickly picked up the bird gun.

"Brother Bo'an, go quickly!" Zheng Sen rode on the wall and shouted.

"My mother, musket!" Zhao Ming was shocked, turned around and ran away.

"Bang bang bang!" The Qing army's bird gunners fired together, and smoke filled the air, covering their sight.

The white armored collar waved his hand and fanned it. The wind blew the smoke away. The ropes on the wall were still there, but the people were gone.

The leader poked his head out and saw more than a dozen figures swimming out of the moat. The Qing army's archery birds and guns greeted each other, and the projectiles shot into the water, splashing water.

The leader had no authority to open the city gate to pursue him. When he saw the shadow wandering, he was so angry that he punched the wall, "You fall down to the city and chase him, you go and report to the prince."

There are dozens of large wax lighted in Nanjing City, palace city, and the hall, which makes the inside clear.

A man with a bare scalp, a coin-sized hair, a rat-tailed braid, wearing fine white armor and full of anger, sat in the middle of the hall, with a cooked pig head on the case in front of him, with a dagger inserted on it.

This person is the King of Yu of the Qing Dynasty, Dorgun's younger brother, and the owner of the white flag, Aisin Gioro Duoduo. He is only in his thirties now, but has been in battle for a long time, making great contributions to the Qing Dynasty, and exuding a sense of arrogance and domineering spirit.

In front of Duoduo, a flag guard reported that a man stole a corpse at night and killed thirty-three flag guards at Tongji Gate. One of them led the urging and injured more than ten people. There were only more than ten opponents, and most of them were killed by the same person.

"Zhao Ming?" Duoduo frowned. He had never heard of this person.

Since the Qing army entered the pass, we have never encountered a situation where the troops were more powerful than others but the losses were greater than others.

Those corpses were used by Duoduo to shock the barbarians and let them know the consequences of not surrendering to the Qing Dynasty. Now they have been stolen and killed more than 30 of his soldiers. This is slapping him in the face.

Duoduo was furious, but his face did not show it. Generals like him usually showed their emotions and anger. "The slogan was ordered to lead Li to lead two Niulu out of the city to pursue Zhao Ming and capture him. I want to drink his heart and soul!"

"Zhe!" Qi Ding bowed and ran away.

A moment later, the Tongji gate opened and the suspension bridge fell. A member of the blue armored general, carrying a large gun, galloped out of the horse. Six hundred cavalry behind him and horses "da da" out of the city.

Zhao Ming and others swam across the moat and ran wildly, running for more than ten miles, entering a forest.

"Brother Bo'an, there are no pursuers, so take a rest!" He Wencheng supported his knees with his hands, and his lungs were almost blowing.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter. Zhao Ming rushed out a few steps after hearing the sound, and then slowly stopped. He placed the two bodies clamped under his left and right armpits on the ground, panting.

Everyone ran so hard that their lungs exploded. The people in black were shocked by Zhao Ming. They could not run any longer, but when they saw Zhao Ming holding a corpse in one hand, they ran forward wildly, and they could only run with them.

Seeing Zhao Ming stop, everyone immediately fell to the ground and panted.

"Grass, I'm shot!" Zhao Ming suddenly exclaimed, and a lead shot hit the arm.

A burst of heart-wrenching pain came from his arm, and Zhao Ming was sweating from behind. I thought I was invulnerable. It seemed that my body was better than ordinary people. I wonder if it was the impact after traveling through time.

Zheng Sen hurried over and helped Zhao Ming check it out, and wanted to help Zhao Ming get the bullet. Zhao Ming wanted to refuse, but the conditions were limited and there was no other way. Anyway, there was no anesthetic to take, so he had to get it, so he nodded and agreed.

Zheng Sen was obviously inexperienced. He poked the red dagger randomly and took out the lead bullet. The pain made Zhao Ming sweat coldly. As soon as he moved the knife, Zhao Ming's body stiffened.
Chapter completed!