Dragon Soul in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1 Soul, soul, return

"Zhu Gan, you bastard is an educated man, don't die, the underworld doesn't need an adviser, the dragon souls on the ground will count on you in the future..."

"Pork liver, how do you want me to fire you? With such a high degree of education, I don't have the energy to join the army. It's a waste..."

"Bamboo pole, run away! Brothers, take cover, as long as there is one person left in Dragon Soul..."

The feeling of suffocation surged endlessly, making people desperate, and the sound of horseshoes in his ears gradually faded away. Zhu Gan tried his best to tear away the desperate breath that was pressing on his body, and opened his eyes and gasped heavily.

sunset!Bright red like blood.

Air!The fishy smell wants to vomit.

The firefight that shocked the century-old Savage Mountain flashed before his eyes, the captain, the cook, the stone... and the immortal spirit of iron blood and fire belonging to the dragon soul.

Hearing the shouting and fighting in the distance, he habitually reached out to touch the gun hanging on his shoulder, but was pressed by a hand on his shoulder, and a face full of vicissitudes was written full of fear: "Idiot, What are you going to do, don't move, are you trying to kill us?"

Zhu Gan frowned, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. How could he be so lax and let people get close to him? Where is it, is it Huaxia..."

The old man's face was sallow, and his wrinkles were piled together like deep ravines, filled with the vicissitudes he had experienced, and there was nothing in his eyes except deep fear. Hearing Zhu Gan's words, he sighed deeply, He said in fear: "Not only is he a nerd, but he was also frightened into a fool by the Tartar soldiers. I hoped that this scholar would make up his mind and commit evil! The Holy Mother blesses the Dharma protector, who can resist the Tartar soldiers!"

"The Holy Mother, the Guardian, the Tatar soldiers... ancient costumes, no wonder these people are dressed so fast, which crew is shooting in the mountains." A few words flashed in my mind, but I always felt that something was me missing.

Jurchens are less than [-], and they are invincible if they are more than [-]. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it can summarize the strong combat effectiveness of Jurchen cavalry.

The rear golden iron cavalry of the small group rushing quickly from a distance, although the formation is a bit scattered, but all of them are silent, giving people a strong pressure on the face.

The first cavalry leader was an authentic Houjin Jiannu, wearing tattered cotton armor, short in stature, but unusually strong, with an extremely ugly money rattail braid on his green scalp, swaying from side to side as he charged, The barbarism and ferocity were brought to the extreme.

Their goal is a quiet small village in the distance, which is also the home of this group of ragged people hiding in the mountains and stone forests.

In the eyes of this group of post-Golden cavalrymen, everything in Ming Dynasty is so beautiful. The people of Ming Dynasty are no different from the fat cattle and sheep on the grassland. Pigs and sheep slaughtered by people.

The horseshoe hurriedly stepped across the dry field outside the village, and plunged into the sparse woods, boom!The grin on the cavalry leader's face froze, the powerful inertia threw him out, turned a few times in the air, and fell all over the place. Before he could react, a spear fell from the sky and pierced his chest. throat.

The tripping rope that suddenly straightened in the forest did not trip all the cavalry in this small group. The scattered rear cavalry rushed to stop their horses one after another. Except for the cavalry who was tripped by the tripping rope because they were too hasty, none of them fell off their horses because they were too fast. , Showing his superb horse control skills, his mouth is even more babbling and screaming in Manchu. The cavalry either bent their bows and set arrows or drew their knives out of their sheaths, and quickly gathered together to temporarily form a defensive circle.

It can be seen from this point that although the later Jin people are ignorant, they are not stupid, and they will not only focus on attacking before they understand the situation.

In the small woods, there was a sudden shout of killing. One by one, dressed in rags, with a yellow and thin face, came out of the dirt nest with a sharpened wooden stick in his hand, and rushed towards the Jurchen cavalry with a loud shout. .

Looking at the dilapidated scene around him, Zhu Gan took a deep breath, and said with some relief: "This scene and makeup are so fucking realistic, it must be a big-budget movie, that's called reality! Even the air is Has a faint smell of blood..."

"Look at the leader of the cavalry, he can still stand up after being pierced through the throat. It's too fake. Are you trying to steal the spotlight? You think you are the star!"

"Although there are big productions and big scenes, the screenwriter really lacks common sense! If you want to ambush, you must ambush to the end! The post-Golden Cavalry didn't suffer from an ambush and their morale collapsed. The formation is still good, how can they come out to charge! This There is also a problem with the arrangement of the tripping ropes. If they attack from front to back and cast nets from all sides, they will completely lose their mobility at once..."

Zhu Gan stood on the stone pier and watched loudly, beating his chest and stamping his feet. The old man tugged at his trousers and said in panic, "You idiot, come down quickly, don't be so conspicuous, we are still fighting! It will be a disaster if the tartars find us." It's..."

"Everyone is playing tricks. Aren't you just afraid that I will steal your scene? In such a big production, I don't know how many cameras are hidden. Don't worry! They will all shoot the frontal ones. Besides, I'm just showing off. face, and then leave immediately, I still have urgent matters! I don’t know who put this round-neck scholar’s ​​suit on for me, it’s very shiny on the outside, but the silk underwear inside is all patched, and it’s broken when I move.”

After Zhu Gan finished speaking, he lifted the hem of his straight suit to check his ancient clothes, and suddenly his whole body froze. His hands were slender and fair, his skin was loose, and his body was extremely weak. It's a lack of exercise.

Isn't this the state before I just graduated?Thin as a bamboo pole!Weak, falling when the wind blows, and disordered when sick.

The gun calluses in his hand were gone, and the beating of his heart was no longer strong and heavy, and he even punched out, as if he was massaging a woman.

"What's going on here!" Zhu Gan stood blankly, flashing through countless scenes in his mind. There was a bang, and a dazzling white light flashed. His body was engulfed by the flames and torn into countless pieces. , the last memory is that he was killed by the bomb, and there was no escape at all.

Zhu Gan had a strange expression on his face, half smiling, half crying, mixed with sadness, and said in a distraught voice: "I am the last person of Dragon Soul, I am finished, and Dragon Soul is also finished, captain, we I failed your trust, Dragon Soul is finished..."

At this time, the battle in the forest was completely reversed. More than 100 young men with sticks and stones in their hands were killed crying by the Houjin cavalry surrounded by them, showing a one-sided massacre. If the two leaders hadn't tried their best to resist Hack and kill, I'm afraid it has already collapsed.

"Let's go and help the guardian! Kill these Tartar soldiers, or we will all die..." The old man standing next to Zhu Gan obviously had some insight, knowing that the Tartar soldiers should not be slowed down, so he mustered up his courage He raised his arms, picked up the stones beside him, and rushed to the battlefield with old arms and legs.

Without the test of discipline and blood, farmers are just farmers after all, and they will not become elite soldiers, not to mention confronting the most ferocious bandits this year. The entry into the fortress five years ago has completely frightened the people of the capital. , if someone hadn't coerced and took the lead in rebelling, they would have fled to the capital long ago.

"Don't mess around, kill them all, their arrows have been used up, as long as we kill them, we can live..." Among the man and woman who took the lead in killing, the tall man in soap bunt kept waving He waved the Yanling knife in his hand, but this time he didn't cut at the cavalry, but at the person who wanted to turn around and run away.

At this time, there was the first leader to escape, and the courage that everyone held on to their chests was poured out immediately, and they all followed suit and turned their heads to escape, and the melee became even more chaotic.

Although everyone knows that there is a [-]% chance that they will be chased and killed by the Tartar soldiers rushing out of the forest with the help of their horsepower, but they can't control that much anymore. , can live a little longer is a little while!

Even the leading man's arm wielding the Yanling Saber gradually relaxed, and a Tartar soldier saw the opportunity and knocked him into the air, and immediately shouted in horror: "Junior Sister! The wind is tight, it's ridiculous... "

After speaking, he left the other woman behind, turned around and ran away. When he was running away, he would even kick the person in front of him away because he was in the way.

The woman gritted her teeth with hatred, and swallowed the words of admonition. Seeing that she was the only one supporting her, no matter how high her personal martial arts were, she was no match for the tacit cooperation between the regular troops. The horse kicked and fell to the ground, turned around and ran away desperately.

She held a bloody knife in her hand, her body was extremely flexible, and she passed the crowd first, and retreated towards the small hill.

At this time, there were no surrounding golden cavalry, and they did not tremble because they were almost wiped out. On the contrary, they became more bloodthirsty and fierce. The little Nanren trampled hard and tore them to pieces.

The screams and begging for mercy could not be exchanged for the mercy of the Golden Cavalrymen. On the contrary, the people kneeling on the ground rushed past, leaving behind a headless corpse and a flying ball flying high. A great head struggling to beg for mercy.

"What is this?" Zhu Gan stared dumbfounded at the scene called a massacre in front of him. At this time, there was no extra time to grieve, and two possible analyzes quickly appeared in his mind, either the common people and the He will all die together, or these seemingly barbaric and crazy Tartars will die, but no matter who dies, how to die, this is a very serious academic issue.

Zhu Gan shook his head. What time is this? He was still analyzing and thinking in his mind. In his previous life, he was a group consultant, a typical academic. In the end, he was helpless in the face of such an ending. In the end, he really responded to that sentence, and the scholar rebelled. If you fail in ten years, you will take your own life instead. To be successful, you have to be active, just cover your head, and you can always hit someone with three shots.

After quickly scanning the surrounding environment, he shouted in his heart, Dragon Soul Bless!There is also the possibility of moving back to the situation.