Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 131 You are not rebellious, who are you?

Mao Wenlong looked at the crumbling Ningyuan City in the distance and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist. There was no emotion on his face, neither sadness nor hatred.

"The Liaodong generals of the current generation have no choice. If they die, they will die. If they can live," Mao Wenlong took a deep breath, and then his eyes suddenly condensed: "Kill him and the world will be turned upside down!"

"Brothers, kill with me!!!" Mao Wenlong shouted angrily, raised his steel knife high, flicked the reins, and rode the horse directly out, killing countless casualties and burying countless bones in Ningyuan City, as if he wanted to vent all his anger. come out,

"Ascend to Ningyuan City and carry you up with the red flag!" Mang Gurtai laughed loudly first, then pulled out a long sword from his waist and raised it high above his head: "Children of the Eight Banners, follow me and charge!"

"kill!!!"

Mang Gurtai was unparalleled in bravery. He held a long sword and leapt up on his horse. After he got up, he ran into thunder. Countless Eight Banners cavalry followed Mang Gurtai towards Ningyuan City.

At this moment, if you look at Ningyuan City from a distance, you can see that white flames are everywhere in the city, and the raging flames are burning. Some are the determination to die in the city, some are the tragic and helpless sacrifices for the country, and some are the helplessness of being unbearable to be humiliated. In the city There were broken walls and corpses everywhere. In just half a month, the entire Ningyuan City was attacked in turn by almost all the main forces of the Eight Banners Army. Even the ground outside Ningyuan City seemed to have been trampled and sunk several inches. The entire earth has turned red, and the blood seeping from the high walls of the city is enough to refill the Xiaoling River, and Yingye's body can block the mouth of the Xiaoling River, which is about a hundred meters wide.
  "If Ningyuan City is lost, none of your wives, daughters, and relatives will be spared. Today, death means death. You must not be humiliated by barbarians. Therefore, self-immolation as a family is the last way to preserve your reputation." Xiong Tingbi Shen Wearing armor and a round helmet, he stood on a high place and said to the people in the city: "Therefore, at this time, all the men in the city, young and old, should go out of the city and fight to the death with the enemy! Even if it is a dog, it must be led out, Bite off a piece of Jiannu's flesh! Whether it's to save Ningyuan, protect your home, or kill the enemy for revenge! Men like you should go out of the city to kill the enemy. This is to repay the king's kindness and go to the national disaster!"

"Follow me and kill the slaves!" Xiong Tingbi raised his sword high and shouted to thousands of civilians and soldiers.

"Kill all the slaves, whether they are dead or not, to repay the emperor's favor!" Yuan Chonghuan stood next to Xiong Tingbi. His clothes were already stained with blood, and his hair crown was thrown away without knowing where he was. He was holding a curled blade in his hand. The steel knife looked murderous.

"kill!!!"

Under the personal leadership of the Prime Minister of Liaodong Province, at this moment, all the men in Ningyuan City picked up weapons, including those with weapons, and those without weapons, kitchen knives, wooden sticks, brooms, door bolts, whatever weapons they had at hand, and rushed towards the city gate. And go.

At this moment, on the wall of Ningyuan City.

With a bang, a general who looked like Qianhu of the Ming Dynasty chopped down the Houjin soldiers in front of him with a sword, and then immediately took a step towards the Jurchen who had fallen on the ground and had not yet gotten up.

boom!
  At the first blow, the Jurchens were able to block with their swords.

boom!
  With the second blow, there was a click, and the Jurchen's arm bones were broken, and the long knife in her hand also fell.

Puff.

For the third time, the long knife slashed down vertically, directly from the Jurchen's chest. The long knife scraped open the armor and broke the flesh. In an instant, the white intestines were exposed to the air with steam. .

what! ! !
  This Jurchen was not only in pain but also frightened. Her roar almost drowned out the fighting sounds around her. While roaring, she held her intestines with her hands, trying to stuff them back into her stomach.

"Why bother?" Qian Huguan laughed ferociously, flipped his wrist, and turned the blade of the knife upside down. Before the Jin soldier could react, he thrust it downwards with all his strength.

Poof! ! !

Blood splattered all over his body.

Hou Jinbing was holding his own intestines in his hands, with his eyes open, he was already dead.

Reaching out to wipe away the blood from his eyes, Cao Qianhu licked his lips and felt a fishy taste, but the aura of killing the enemy rose fiercely in his chest.

This scene of killing each other and putting each other to death was happening every moment on the entire Ningyuan City defense.

"Cao Qianhu! Take your men and follow me to block Houjin's soldiers and horses in the north!" Yuan Chonghuan, with hundreds of soldiers, gave orders to Cao Qianhu and headed towards the north gate.

Ten days ago, Lao Cao was an official of hundreds of households. Because of his bravery in killing the enemy and his merits in defending the city, he was promoted to an official of thousands of households by Xiong Tingbi and appointed to take charge of the Zuoxuanfeng camp.

At this moment, Mao Wenlong was leading his troops to fight with the Ming army to seize the North Gate stronghold.

Wearing a suit of armor, with a steel sword in hand, and leading several godsons and officers and soldiers of the guard camp, Mao Wenlong almost easily killed the Ming army guarding this place.

With a puff, he pulled out the long knife from the flesh and blood. Mao Wenlong pointed at the north gate and shouted: "Break this gate! We will stand in Liaodong and enjoy all the glory!"

At this point, there is no turning back for anyone.

Mao Wenlong had no choice, and Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong and others had no choice.

He surrendered to Jiannu and fought against the Ming court. The more Ming troops he killed, the more he could prove that his choice was right.

This is a proof question, not a multiple choice question.

There was a loud bang, and the north gate collapsed under the constant bombardment of Houjin soldiers.

The huge door leaf fell down, dust flew up, and the earth trembled.

Da da da! ! ! !

Through the smoke, Mao Wenlong saw what seemed to be the arrival of reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty.

"Brothers, we have no way out. Kill these Ming troops. Tomorrow will be the day when we slaughter the city and enjoy it!" Mao Wenlong's heart twisted, he raised the long knife in his hand and shouted angrily: "Kill!!" Yuan Chonghuan said this Shi had just arrived at the gate of the city. The moment the door leaf fell down, Yuan Chonghuan's heart started to rise: "We must not let Hou Jin take another step!!"

"Die to me!! Barbarians and scoundrels dare to invade our country!" Cao Qianhu took one step forward, directly passed Yuan Chonghuan, and killed the soldiers of Hou Jin Dynasty who were flying towards him, as well as the troops led by Mao Wenlong.

Yuan Chonghuan was a civil servant, but he also practiced the six arts of a gentleman, and he was also familiar with the art of riding and shooting. When he saw the Qianhu official coming forward, he raised his long sword, rolled up his embroidered robe, shouted angrily, and followed him to kill him.

The men and horses on both sides came into contact instantly. In an instant, flesh and blood flew, swords flashed and blood shadows appeared.

After reaching this point, Mao Wenlong no longer felt any gratitude in his heart. The hand holding the knife was already full of veins, and his upper arm was twisted. What he wanted was to kill the enemy with the force of the knife.

With a clang, Mao Wenlong's knife pointed at Cao Qianhu.

"Han?" Cao Qianhu saw Mao Wenlong's appearance and hair accessories. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes filled with anger, and he shouted angrily: "You are worthy of being Han? Go to hell!"

While speaking, Cao Qianhu resumed his offensive and struck down again.

Clang! ! !
  Mao Wenlong blocked the sword horizontally, grinning and revealing a row of scary white teeth: "Just talk nonsense!"

While talking, the two started their offensive again.

All around were the killing cries and roars of the Hou Jin and Ming armies.

Click, click, click! ! !

After killing more than a hundred times, Cao Qianhu, who was already exhausted, finally felt a little weak. He couldn't match the strength of Mao Wenlong, so he staggered and walked backwards.

"Who's going to die?" Mao Wenlong shouted, holding a knife and chasing after him.

With a bang, Cao Qianhu was kicked to the ground.

"Die!" Mao Wenlong took a step, almost straddling Cao Qianhu, raised the long knife in his hand high, and slashed down with the force.

With this blow, Lao Cao, who had just been promoted to CEO Qian, might have to confess that he was in Liaodong.

"Mao Wenlong!"

At the critical moment, a sharp sound suddenly came from behind.

At the same time, a burst of blades struck from behind the neck with murderous intent.

In an instant, the hairs on Mao Wenlong's neck stood up.

With no time to dodge, between life and death, Mao Wenlong could only turn his wrist and swing the knife with all his strength to slash behind him.

The next second, there was a clang, and the knife edge cracked.

Both of them were shocked, and then retreated back.

Yuan Chonghuan didn't know Mao Wenlong, but the Han-like attire made three words pop up in the Liaodong Councilor's mind: Mao Wenlong!
  "Mingting civil servant," Mao Wenlong saw the person clearly and sneered. Just as he was about to step forward and kill him, his vision suddenly went dark and a giant shadow pressed towards him.

Cao Qianhu took advantage of the air attack and jumped up to knock Mao Wenlong down.

"Yuan Chonghuan!" Cao Qianhu strangled Mao Wenlong's neck, strangled him to the ground, and shouted to Yuan Chonghuan standing aside: "Chop him!!!"

"Use your words!" Yuan Chonghuan moved his wrist and took a step forward with the long knife.

"I am not a rebel!" Mao Wenlong was unable to move. Seeing his death, he shouted sternly: "I am not a rebel!"

"Go to the underworld and talk!"

Puff!
  Yuan Chonghuan thrust his knife into Mao Wenlong's body.

"I'm not!"

Mao Wenlong's body froze, his eyes instantly condensed, and then began to relax.

Then Yuan Chonghuan turned his wrist, and the blade of the knife rotated along. Blood spattered everywhere, and blood red flowed along the blade to the ground.

Yuan Chonghuan stared at Mao Wenlong's appearance, and felt a familiar feeling for a moment. He opened and closed his lips and teeth, and subconsciously said: "Rebellion!"

　Brothers, five chapters tomorrow! ! !
  　　
  　
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