I will be the prince at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 32 Battle of Kunming ([-])
Abutu got up with the tip of his knife on the ground, and spat out the mud that splashed into his mouth with a "bah".

Shouting loudly, he strode towards Li Dingguo. Li Dingguo raised his sword to meet him and fought together.On their left and right, three thousand Ming soldiers and hundreds of Tartars also fought together. Every moment, soldiers from both sides were killed in battle, and the night was soon filled with blood.

With a sound of "dang", Li Dingguo and Abutu slashed together again, and the two stepped back four or five steps at the same time.

Abutu swung his sword horizontally, and said viciously: "Who are you? To have such force, you must not be someone unknown."

It's not that Abutu wants to talk, but that Abutu is very tired at this time. Although the time was short, the life-and-death fight just now almost exhausted Abutu's physical strength. As a battle-tested fighter, he There is nothing to talk about right now, and it's not for chatting with Li Dingguo, but for delaying time, so as to recover the severely depleted strength.

Li Dingguo held the knife in his right hand, pointed the knife point at Abu Tu and said, "I am Li Dingguo, king of Jin Dynasty. You people have been surrounded by my [-] armies, and you can't fly with your wings. Why don't you put down your weapons and surrender, maybe I can spare your life."

"What? You are Li Dingguo?" Abutu turned pale with shock. After finishing the game, why am I so unlucky? Who is not good to meet, but I just met this famous king, the nemesis of our Qing Dynasty.

Knowing how bad he was, Abutu felt ruthless. Since his own life is in danger, it can't make you feel better. Today, the capital will fight with you. Killing one is enough money, killing two to earn one.

The Abutu swords were united, and they rushed towards Li Dingguo with great strides. The scimitar, which was shining with cold light, struck down from top to bottom with the force of thunder. The cold air makes people feel like the god of death is coming involuntarily!
Li Dingguo raised his saber to meet him, drawing, belting, lifting, striking, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, chopping, cutting and other saber gestures unfolded in full swing. It seems that there is a kind of everyone's demeanor of doing nothing and doing nothing.

The place where the two are fighting, the dust is flying, the sword is flying, you come and go, two people, two swords, the sword is unfolding continuously, the strong sword destroys everything around, the big tree with the mouth of the bowl is like It was like paper paste, but it was destroyed by the knife energy of the two people and broke into several pieces.

Where the two of them passed, smoke and dust billowed, and the weeds kicked up on the ground flew all over the sky under the powerful air waves. The surrounding trees were cut off countless by the knife energy, and some thick and big trees left deep knife wounds on their bodies. Scars, branches, leaves, sawdust flying around.

Both of them fought fast, and Abutu was at the end of the road, and he was completely reckless. The knife in his hand opened and closed like a storm.

Li Dingguo took it easy, responded calmly, saw each move and dismantled it. In the blink of an eye, you came and went against me for more than 20 moves, regardless of the outcome.

With the passage of time, Abutu's breathing gradually became heavy, and the strength that had not recovered was quickly exhausted. Every swing of the knife consumed Abutu's little remaining strength.

He felt that the scimitar in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, and each chop became more and more strenuous. Although the night before dawn was still a little cold, he was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his face flowed into his eyes, which was sour and unbearable. , was extremely uncomfortable, and the well-ordered sword moves also began to deform, lost their rules, and were full of flaws.

Li Dingguo felt that the strength of the Tartars in front of him was exhausted, so he began to guard the door, surrounded the Tartars and fought around.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield gradually subsided. Hundreds of Tartars were surrounded and suppressed by three thousand Ming army cavalry.

Li Dingguo retreated to the periphery, got on his horse, and quietly watched Abutu who was surrounded by dozens of masters of the Ming army, fighting like a revolving lantern. The sweat in the eyes is very uncomfortable.

While Abutu was wiping the sweat off his face with his hand and covering his sight, a sword and shield player from the Ming army bullied Abutu, and the goose feather knife in his hand pierced into Abutu's lower abdomen like lightning. The scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, Abutu opened his eyes wide, let out a loud roar, and slapped the wooden shield in front of this Ming soldier.

"Pa" the wooden shield fell apart under the palm of Abutu's last strength, and the soldier of the Ming army spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out backwards. He couldn't even stand up.

"Puff..." Two long spears suddenly pierced into Abutu's back, piercing through his chest. Abutu's eyes were wide open, and he looked down at the tip of the gun on his chest. The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth dripped on the on the ground.

The tip of the gun was pulled out from Abutu's back immediately, and with the pulling away of the gun point, the last trace of strength was also taken away from Abutu's body. He staggered back two steps, his body wobbled, and finally fell on his back.

As the dawn broke, the rising eyes dyed the battlefield golden, and also reflected the soldiers' figures on the messy battlefield.

The fighting in Kunming City also gradually stopped. Except for a very small part of the 6000 Tartars who escaped from the city, most of them were killed by the Ming army who attacked the city. For this, the Ming army also paid a huge amount of nearly [-] people. casualties.

Teams of Ming soldiers collected the armor, coins, and weapons of the Tartars, stacked their corpses on horse-drawn carts, pulled them down a valley outside the city, dug a big pit, and put them Poured in and buried.

Soldiers who died in battle, collect their relics, and register them one by one by the military scribes, and when the war subsides, they will be handed over to their families together with their pensions.

At three poles in the sun, Zhu Cixuan entered Kunming City on a docile bay red horse, escorted by Mu Zhongliang's thousand guards from the East Palace. Yes, Zhu Cixuan did not participate in the battle last night, not because he didn't want to, but because Li Dingguo, Wang Sheng and others Keep him out of the fight.

After all, the night is no better than the day, and there are many dangers that cannot be foreseen. The prince is still young, only 12 years old. Wisdom, you can also get powerful firecrackers.

Although, the crown prince said, it was the new type of firecracker of the Frang machine, but most of the Ming army had never seen it before. The power of the eye gun is much stronger, but compared with the prince's fire gun, it is almost impossible to see. It is almost not 01:30.

In addition, some things such as handguns and firecrackers sometimes appear out of thin air in the hands of the prince, and the number of new firecrackers equipped by the prince's guards will increase every time, from the first few to the current three hundred. These generals all believed that the prince must be an immortal from the sky who came down to save the precarious Han world.

(End of this chapter)