Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 237 Battle of the Front Guard
"Are you asking this general to run away?" Before Liang Kewang finished speaking, Yan Yingyuan interrupted, his tone calm and disdainful.

"It's not...my lord..." Liang Kewang tried to explain.

He had already been in Qiantun City for half a year, so to speak, he came several months earlier than Yan Yingyuan.

But it was also because of this that Yan Yingyuan managed the Qiantun City in an orderly manner in a month. Even if tens of thousands of Jiankui besieged the city, the soldiers guarding the city did not panic. Liang Kewang admired it from the bottom of his heart.

"My lord general, please go with this lord Jin Yiwei. I don't regret waiting for a man to die, but your great talent cannot be buried here. I beg you, my lord general, to leave!"

Among the eight hundred Liaodong veterans in the city, a deep voice came from the queue.

"My lord general, please leave! One day you will avenge us!" Another soldier petitioned.

"My lord, please..."

"I, Yan Yingyuan, have never abandoned my brothers! I can't do the thing of abandoning the city and running away, I'm done, brothers don't need to say anything!

This young general, I would like to ask you one thing, please hand over this letter to your Commander-in-Chief, and ask him to deliver it to the Holy Majesty on my behalf.

In addition, tell Hou Ye that Yan Yingyuan is ashamed of Hou Ye's teachings, and that he will repay you in the next life for the kindness of knowing you! "

Yan Yingyuan took the written letter from his waist and handed it to Liang Kewang.

The cold wind howled, blowing Yan Yingyuan's long beard, Liang longed for his throat to move slightly, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

He tucked the letter into his collar and put on the Tartar uniform.

"I wish you all a prosperous martial arts!" Liang Kewang bowed his hands to the warriors on the city, and under the greeting of several soldiers, Liang Kewang pulled the rope down the city wall with tears in his eyes.

"Soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy!" Yan Yingyuan shouted loudly as he drew out his saber without further delay.

Eight hundred strong men, armed with spears and broadswords, lined up behind Yan Yingyuan and rushed down the city.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, the fame and wealth, the dust and the earth." Yan Yingyuan suddenly sang the battle song of the border.

"Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren." Eight hundred strong men echoed in unison.

"Look at the world, all the captives are exhausted, and everyone makes up for the incomplete way of heaven."

"Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the common people and not for the Lord."

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Liang Kewang stood under the Qiantun city, listening to the military song on the city wall, weeping like rain, he hesitated for a moment, picked up the scimitar on the ground, and lowered his head to touch the encirclement of the Tartars...

In the Qiantun city, blood flowed like a river, and Azig led thousands of cavalry to set fire, search, and kill. The city was full of flames, like Abi Hell, and there were rampant howls of Tartars everywhere...

Chen Mingyu's eyes were fascinated by the sticky blood, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. He lifted up his shirt and tore off a piece of cotton cloth to wipe the blood on his face.

"Catch the thief alive! Capture him alive! This king wants to live!" Prince Su Hauge loudly commanded his subordinates in front of him.

There were too many Tazi soldiers, and Chen Mingyu's only one thousand soldiers were exhausted in less than half an hour, leaving only three or five personal soldiers in front of him.

The encirclement became smaller and smaller, until the scimitars of the Tartars were within ten steps. Chen Mingyu and several of his own soldiers fought back to back against the enemy.

"My lord general, Wu Yun Changlong!" As if he could no longer bear the overwhelming oppression, a soldier rushed forward with a knife, but was surrounded by several Tartar soldiers in an instant. into the body of the young soldier.

"My lord, your martial arts are prosperous!" The remaining Liaodong soldiers didn't hesitate anymore, and rushed into the Tazi army in unison.

"Ah!" Watching his good soldiers rushing into the army formation and being hacked to death by a group of tartars, Chen Mingyu was heartbroken.

"Hahaha, thief general, you are the only one left. If you are willing to arrest me without a fight, this king can let you choose your own way of death!"

Hauge got off his horse and was shot by an arrow in his right leg, somewhat inconvenient, Hauge limped to the center of the encirclement.

At this time, bursts of high-pitched singing suddenly came from the left.

"The cloud follows the dragon, the wind follows the tiger, fame and wealth, dust and earth.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and the fertile land for thousands of miles is barren. "

"Old Yan, brother, I'm going ahead!" Chen Mingyu yelled with all his might in the direction of the singing.

He knows who is singing, and he knows that he will not be lonely along the way.

After finishing speaking, Chen Mingyu raised his saber on his neck, and as soon as he exerted force, blood splashed and stained the ground.

"What kind of dog z wastes this king's time and dares to commit suicide?

no!Come, chop him up for this king! "Haoge was furious, and angrily reprimanded his subordinates for chopping Chen Mingyu into pieces.

"Look at the world, the barbarians are exhausted, and the law of heaven is incomplete.

Good man, don't leave your parents, just for the sake of the common people and not for the Lord. "

"Ah—all officers and men, follow me to meet the enemy, there is death and no life!" Yan Yingyuan seemed to have seen the scene of Chen Mingyu's fall in the fire, but he had no time to take care of it, so he just roared and rushed over with his knife .

This roar carried his unwillingness, his reluctance to his brother, humiliation, and grief.

"There is death, but there is no life! Kill!" The eight hundred strong men each raised their weapons and rushed towards the Tazi army waiting in front of them.

Hauge cut off Chen Mingyu's head with a knife, dripping blood splashed all over his face, he howled in the firelight and let it go until he saw the enemy in front of him clearly.

"Kill them, serve this king!" Haoge got on his horse and ordered the Eight Banners soldiers under him.

"While holding the steel knife 99, kill all of Hu'er before stopping.

I am a majestic man, why are the Tartars making horses and cows? "The loud and solemn military song resounded through the long night, and the singing suppressed the crying around, and then the two soldiers met each other.

Eight hundred Liaodong veterans faced Hauge's [-] personal guard battalion, and the Eight Banners soldiers, who claimed to be the pride of heaven, immediately felt tremendous pressure.

These hundreds of Liaodong soldiers did not defend against their attacks at all. The Liaodong soldiers just waved their sabers and fought with the Eight Banners soldiers in a life-to-life manner.

Soldiers are not afraid of death, but why are they afraid of death?
In just half an hour, Hauge's personal guard battalion and Eight Banners soldiers, the proud son of heaven, retreated, leaving only more than [-] corpses of Liaodong soldiers and more than [-] bodies of Eight Banners soldiers on the battlefield.

Yan Yingyuan didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. There were enemies all around, and there were corpses all around. There were Tartars and Liaodong soldiers, but most of them belonged to the people of Qiantun City.

"Haoge, you bastard, you are really embarrassing to the Qing Dynasty, let me see the king defeat the enemy!" Azig took his cavalry for a walk around the city, but the gains were not great.

Seeing his elder nephew rushing towards him with a group of Eight Banners infantry, Azig laughed out loud, and rushed towards hundreds of Liaodong soldiers with many cavalry behind him.

Iron cavalry against infantry, even if there is not much charging distance, whether it is suppression of arms or numbers, there is no hope for such a small number of Liaodong soldiers.

"The golden drums are roaring in unison, and the oath not to break the yellow dragon will never end."

Even so, their singing is still so sonorous, and their footsteps are still so steady.

Hey-hey, when the Liaodong soldiers were still dozens of steps away from the Eight Banners cavalry, Azig gave an order, and the Tartars on horseback drew their bows and shot at the Liaodong soldiers in front of them.

In just one round of cavalry and shooting, more than half of the more than [-] Liaodong soldiers fell.

Hsihhhhhhhh, the experienced Eight Banners soldiers were fast, and shot another wave of arrow feathers before they bordered on the Liaodong soldiers.

There were only dozens of Liaodong warriors who really supported the Eight Banners cavalry, and a group of cavalry instantly drowned these dozens of Liaodong soldiers.

After a while, Yan Yingyuan was the only one left on the battlefield in the city, carrying a saber. It seemed that these Eight Banners soldiers deliberately did not kill this man.

Azig came from behind with a wild laugh, took the Overlord Bow behind him, drew the bow and set up an arrow, and aimed at the only remaining former guard in front.

"I'm a masculine man, why are the Tartars making horses and cows?" Yan Yingyuan walked towards the cavalry in front of him with no fear on his face.

Whoosh, a golden arrow feather hit Yan Yingyuan's left shoulder. Yan Yingyuan just paused for a moment, then he lifted his foot steadily and continued walking.

"Tianwei rolls straight to the North Cape, thousands of miles of barbarians use up Han songs!" Yan Yingyuan sang these two lines as if using all his strength.

Whoosh—another arrow hit his right shoulder, Yan Yingyuan seemed to have no more pain.

With his eyes wide open, he walked up to a Tartar army who was shocked by the scene in front of him, put away his knife and cut the Tartar in front of him.

"Fire the arrow!" Azig was furious.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Yan Yingyuan was instantly shot into a hedgehog, blood dripped down the arrow feathers and the skirt of his clothes, and blood gurgled from the corner of his mouth.

"The strong man drinks the wine in the bowl, and he travels thousands of miles without turning back."

Brother, here I come.

Yan Yingyuan was powerless to speak, and sang the last two sentences with a slight movement of the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his arms slightly, and the curly blade slipped down, and his body also fell backwards...

PS: The offensive and defensive battle of Qiantun has written ten chapters with more than [-] words. When I first started writing, it seemed that some book friends had predicted the ending. In the book friend group, Han Han also saw book friends' guesses about the ending of Yan and Chen. Some book friends saw the change of the chapter name and thought there was a turning point. In fact, there is no turning point. The reason why a hero is a hero, It is because he has done something that is difficult for others. The glory of a soldier is to die on the battlefield and shroud his body in horse leather. They are predators and the unyielding soul of the nation. Could it be that they are allowed to hide behind the hero and be willing to be logistics officers?No, no, this is different from the hero in Han Han's heart!In fact, Han Han is also a person who is easily moved, and Han Han's heart is also soft. After writing this, Han Han's heart hurts, and she even shed tears. Even though many book friends threatened to abandon the book, I still decided to write like this Forgive Han Han for his capriciousness, this Ming Dynasty is a dream of Han Han, it is Han Han's first story, I want to follow my own ideas, besides, there is another Feng Dunhou who is one of the three princes of the Anti-Qing Dynasty. Compromise, book friends, remember, how much hatred, how much resentment, how much enmity, in the not-too-distant future, I will pay back twice as much, Jianlu, you wait for me, everyone will run away no.

Chill at 11.14 am on 2

Asking for support, asking for a reward, a little exhausted.

If book friends think this book is okay, please support the original version!I know that many book lovers, including those in the book friend group, also read pirated copies. If you are not short of these few dollars, please support Hanhan. Writing is really not that easy. Stay up late every day to code words, and the result is income Few, everyone went to watch the pirated version, and the end result was that all writers with dreams were forced to change careers, feeling sad.asleep.

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