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Chapter 413 The Attacking Qi Jiguang
"General, the city gates on all sides have been completely occupied, and the brothers who came later are taking over the defense one after another. As for the pig tails in the city, they have retreated to the imperial city..."

"What should I do next? Please let me know, General!"

In the capital, in a mansion that originally belonged to an unknown prince, Qi Jiguang was holding a red pen in his left hand and a black pen in his right hand, making marks on a giant map hanging on the wall.

Hearing Bingwei's report, Qi Jiguang kept moving his hands and asked without raising his head, "How about our casualties?"

"Reporting to the general, in addition to the fourteen brothers who were burned to death by kerosene at the beginning of the east city gate, there were three brothers from the north and south gates who were hit by thundering rocks and rolling wood and died on the spot. As for the west city At the gate, no one was killed." Bingwei responded without thinking: "In addition, with the army doctors and the "Blue Silver Vitality Powder" sent from above, more than [-] people with minor injuries have initially recovered, and more than ten people have recovered. The condition of the seriously injured person has stabilized and his life is not in danger..."

After outlining the last stroke, Qi Jiguang put the black and red pens in both hands on the pen holder aside, turned to look at the soldiers standing at the door and frowned: "It seems that the tasks the empire gave you before have all been completed." It’s so comfortable. Faced with these soft-footed shrimps, even though the intelligence was detailed enough, 20 people still died!”

Qi Jiguang said with a bit of resentment: "Go! Inform Commander Ding, gather the troops, and follow me to the imperial city!"

"Here!"

……

Half an hour later, at the gate of the imperial city.

Ding Bangyan rode a tall horse and walked up to Qi Jiguang, who was sitting on a big chair on the high platform with a golden sword, and asked: "Yuan Jing, how are you going to fight? To what extent?"

Hearing this, Qi Jiguang looked at the closed vermilion city gate in front of him with cold eyes, as well as the shadowy red-tasseled and white-hatted guards on the female wall, and said unhurriedly: "We lost twenty men in the first camp. Next, let’s just kill him for 20 yuan.”

"The extra money is considered interest."

"..."

Ding Bangyan looked back at the direction of the imperial city, opened his mouth, and wanted to tell his old friend that there were only thirty to fifty thousand people in the imperial city at this moment.

But then I thought about it, isn’t there a camp in the suburbs of Beijing outside the city?
Thinking like this, Ding Bangyan also felt unhappy that the soldiers he brought from his hometown 'Zongying·Daming World' were lost here, and he had to find ways to make up for it, so he nodded to express his understanding.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—!"

The dull drum beat sounded. Under the leadership of more than a hundred members of the pioneer team, three thousand heavily armored soldiers moved forward holding shields. Behind them, three thousand archers and four thousand crossbowmen held bows and crossbows, ready to shoot.

Another half hour later.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, an old man in his 60s in dragon robe was feeling cold all over.

His face was full of wrinkles and pockmarks, and there was a look of confusion on his face, but more importantly, it was filled with bottomless fear.

Hearing the uniform "swish-swish" sound in his ears, he watched the cold crossbow arrows and long knives, retracting and releasing them, and the guards fell like a large piece of wheat.

The flowing blood has already dyed the white jade elixir and the white marble royal road outside the hall red.

When people wearing dragon robes, python robes, and official uniforms with patterns such as white cranes and unicorns huddled between the golden pillars in the center of the hall, and as they went up and down the high platform with the dragon chair and throne, Qi Jiguang led Ding Bangyan with a bright and gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. Walking into the hall with a smile.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a row of repeating crossbowmen held their "Hundred Victory Repeater Crossbows" motionless and silently opened a passage for Qi Jiguang and his two men to pass.

In this regard, neither the pockmarked old man still sitting on the dragon chair, nor the prince, civil and military ministers under the high platform, remained silent.

After all, the cold crossbow arrows surrounding him still glowed with a deadly sheen.

"Step, step, step—"

Amidst the light but loud footsteps, Qi Jiguang came to the high platform where the dragon throne was, looked around, and said with a smile: "A certain family's surname is Qi, Qi Jiguang's Qi."

After some self-introduction, he continued with a strange expression regardless of whether we were the enemy or the enemy: "Sir Qisha taught me to be kind to the enemies. Generally speaking, don't torture them..."

"So, kneel down? Or die?"

The sound fell, before the old man in the dragon robe above spoke, the besieged princes and ministers were in an instant uproar. Several white-haired old men with patterns of cranes and golden pheasants embroidered on the chest and abdomen of their official uniforms walked away with righteous indignation. Come forward.

"You bastards! A bunch of rebellious officials and thieves, they have no sense of etiquette, justice or shame, and they use vulgar words!"

"Who is the leader of your rebellion? Why don't you come up to this hall and meet the Holy One?"

"Surnamed Qi? Or Qi Jiguang's Qi?"

"I, Da Q, have been in peace for a long time, and you are still trying to restore the rotten Zhu family?"

"If you kneel down and beg the Holy One for mercy now, let the past go, and allow you to make up for your mistakes, you will still have a way to survive!"

"Otherwise, when our Great Q Eight-Meridian Army arrives, you will all be wiped out!"...

At first, it was just a few white-haired old ministers who were spitting and pointing out the country. Gradually, other ministers who were huddled aside and had peacocks, mandarin ducks, tigers, leopards and other patterns embroidered on their chests and abdomens were emotionally aroused. Everyone started to look at Qi Jiguang with their faces flushed.

In their opinion, since there was no murderer at the beginning, they should have wanted something.

They didn't believe that these rebels really dared to kill them all.

You know, even if the other party wants to change dynasties, it will still need their civil and military assistance to be able to stabilize the world...

"Puff puff--!"

The cold crossbow arrows shot through the white-haired old ministers who were screaming happily one after another.

The crowd that had just become excited suddenly returned to silence.

Everyone looked at the four or five veterans who were shot in horror.

Either the chest, the abdomen, or the throat, blood spattered from the punctured parts, but they did not die directly.The one in the best condition lay on the ground wailing for nearly a quarter of an hour before taking his last breath.

"Who told you to shoot like this!"

Qi Jiguang, who had been waiting for the last person to die, walked to the side of the Liannu soldier with a dissatisfied look on his face and patted him on the shoulder.

As he spoke, he took off his "Yum Victory Repeating Crossbow" from his waist, and slowly raised the hand holding the crossbow, aiming at the guard commander who had said nothing just now but never put down the sword in his hand.

Qi Jiguang glanced at the minister who was like a quail at the moment, and finally fixed his gaze on the pockmarked old man in dragon robe above, with a warm smile on his face:
"As I said, I have been personally taught by Master Qisha, and I generally do not torture the enemy..."

"Also, if you shoot at the heart, what if the opponent's heart is missing? Other parts are not necessarily fatal..."

"Remember! Next time, shoot directly in the head!"

"With less brain matter, it's easier to clean, right?"

"puff--!"

　Qi Jiguang, who studied in the Daqian Empire, is definitely no longer the image in history, film and television~
　　In addition, Ming
　　
　
(End of this chapter)