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Chapter 405 Liu Bang's treachery succeeded!
The arena of the heavens.

Ying Tianfu.

Yang Fuming's eyes flashed with admiration, and he was very happy. He supported the "immortal" who was about to fall, and said:

"Immortal, you are really amazing!"

"If my father and Uncle Huang had your help back then, they wouldn't have been defeated and killed."

"Sooner or later, I must fulfill my father's last wish and drive the Manchu barbarians out of the Central Plains!"

In December of the 12th year of Kangxi, Yang Qilong, the father of Yang Fuming, contacted some anti-Qing righteous men near Shuntianfu with Huang Ji and Chen Yi to plot against Qing Fuming.

Organized "Zhongxing Officers and Soldiers", called himself "Zhu Cilin", became the Third Prince Zhu of the Ming Dynasty, and changed his reign name to Guangde.

Later, he was suppressed by Nalan Mingzhu and Tuhai, the ministers of the Qing Dynasty, and failed to escape. Huang Ji and Chen Yi were killed.

In the 19th year of Kangxi, Yang Qilong was arrested by Tuhai when Fengxiang wanted to raise troops against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, and was sent back to Shuntian Mansion to be executed.

Because of this, the son of Yang Qilong, who was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, changed his name to Fuming, which means anti-Qing and Fuming!
All the generals also gathered around and echoed one after another:

"Haha, if those Manchu barbarians didn't run so fast, the immortals would have wiped out the 20 Manchu army!"

"In my opinion, the Immortal is so powerful. After driving out the Manchu barbarians, the Immortal might as well ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor?"

"Yes, if the Immortal ascends the throne, he will be like the Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and he will treat our people sincerely and sincerely!"

As Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked past, all the generals looked rejoiced, sighed faintly, and thought to themselves:

"Unexpectedly, the Ming Dynasty has been dead for decades, and the people still miss the Ming Dynasty and Ming Taizu."

"You really deserve to be a generation of hero who was born as a beggar and drove the people of Yuan Dynasty out of the Central Plains!"

"That's right, looking at the past dynasties, the emperor and the scholar-bureaucrats shared the world, but Ming Taizu shared the world with the common people!"

Just as Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty was recalling the achievements of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and reflecting on himself.

Suddenly, a hearty laughter resounded from heaven and earth:
"Hahaha, Xuande, I haven't seen you for a long time, how did you end up in such a state?"

"Could it be that with your cultivation base, if you wiped out a mere 20 troops, your spiritual power will be exhausted?"

"This time I personally lead an army of 50 to attack the city. Xuande, if you are sensible, then obediently use the ceremony of surrendering the jade and go out of the city to pray for surrender."

"If not~ on the day the city is broken, no chicken or dog will be left behind!"

At the same time, there is a mighty army of 50 troops that can't be seen at a glance, like a black ocean.

Charged from a distance and surrounded the entire Yingtian Mansion.

No art of war, no artillery!

The 50 troops are all ready to go, and they will charge into battle as long as Emperor Wu gives an order.

Han Zhaolie Emperor Liu Bei's face turned cold, and he looked at Emperor Wu who swaggered down the wall in disgust, and cursed:
"Sun Shiwan, you are delusional!"

"With me here today, you don't want to rob the people in the city!"

When Emperor Wu saw Emperor Han Zhaolie's pale face, he was even more convinced that Liu Xuande was at the end of his battle.

But thinking of the live broadcast now, he still restrained his smile a little, and said with a pretentious gesture:

"Xuande, you and I are close friends, why are we here, why are we here~"

"The ceremony of surrendering the jade is not enough? Then hold the Chixiao sword in your hand and return to the city."

"If not, I can't control this 50 army~"

While speaking, Shanyue Zongshuai Youtu held up his long knife and shouted:

"kill!"

The more barbarians in the Three Thousand Mountains, and even the 50 troops shouted in unison:
"Kill kill kill!"

The sound was deafening, as if it could tear the entire world apart.

Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty Liu Bei hated the most in his life was the slaughter of cities, and at this moment Emperor Wu was undoubtedly provoking him crazily.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he said in a cold voice:

"Sun Shiwan, death is imminent, and you don't know it yet!"

"Take the luck of the great man as a guide!"

"Spirit of War"

"Punish the Traitor"

Before the words fell, the space oscillated!
A huge red dragon head protruded from the void, looking down at the stunned Wu Emperor Sun Quan, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In the next second, the huge body of the red dragon flew out of the void, just like before.

The great man's luck hangs down, turning into a man's iron cavalry, and the leader is Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty!

Seeing that Sun Quan, the great emperor of Wu, was still in a daze, Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, shouted:
"Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

The champion Hou Huo Qubing, who had just been transformed by the luck of a big man, disappeared after only a few dozen miles.

It was because Han Gaozu saw Sun Quan, Emperor Wu, and the 50 army, so he deliberately pretended to be exhausted, just to lure Sun Shiwan into being fooled.

Although he was afraid of the First Emperor Yingzheng from the bottom of his heart, why should he be afraid of a mere king of Qin and Wu?

But at this moment, Emperor Wu, looking at the energetic soldiers of the Han Dynasty who were transformed by luck, felt that his whole body was not well.

Without hesitation, he got on his horse and ordered:

"I just don't believe that your Han Dynasty luck is inexhaustible and inexhaustible."

"Come on, kill me! Anyone who wins the head of that monster will be promoted to three ranks and rewarded with a million taels of gold!"

In an instant, the 50 Manchu army briefly forgot the miserable fate of the 20 army just now.

The five words "million taels of gold" echoed in my mind.

Many people have never seen so much gold in their life, this is simply a rare opportunity!
As long as you kill the demon, you can get treasures that can't be used up in dozens of lifetimes. Who can bear this?

Without an order from the general, all the soldiers of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties seemed to be crazy, cheering and rushing towards the red-lighted Han soldiers.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is the Sanqian Mountain Yue Barbarian who is glowing with the color of gold and stone all over his body.

One million taels of gold!They Shan Yue people want it too!

When the two armies met, the Manchu barbarians turned into hungry wolves, and even if they were dead, they would bite off the flesh of the Han soldiers.

However, in the face of the great Han soldiers who are sheltered by the luck of the great Han, all the barbarians of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties are like praying arms blocking a car.

Emperor Wu himself retreated quietly while the 50 Manchu Qing army, who had been blinded by the "rich rewards", charged forward.

Seeing that all the soldiers of the Han Dynasty slaughtered the Manchu army like chopping melons and vegetables, they couldn't help feeling like a knife, and murmured:
"How is this possible! How is it possible!"

"Luck...Luck...Damn it...Why is the luck so powerful in the Han Dynasty!"

"Hahaha... This is not true! This is not true!"

……

city ​​wall.

Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked at Emperor Wu who was laughing maniacally from a distance, and also frowned at the red dragon flying in the sky, and said doubtfully:
"Could it be that the luck of a great man is really so vast? Inexhaustible? Inexhaustible?"

"It's even more powerful than supernatural powers?"

Yang Fuming and the others looked at each other, clenched their weapons tightly, and begged for orders one after another:

"Immortal, I want to go out of the city to fight!"

"That's right, my parents, wife and children died at the hands of Manchu barbarians. I must avenge this revenge!"

"The big deal is to die, and 18 years later he will be a hero again!"

Emperor Han Zhaolie came back to his senses, pulled out the red fairy sword, and ordered:
"Soldiers, follow me out of the city!"

(End of this chapter)