Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 243

Zhu Changyuan led the army forward, and reports came from the walkie-talkie in his hand from time to time!

"Report to the general, Zhang Xianzhong's army has set off, and the vanguard troops are heading down the north bank of the Han River, eighty miles away from Xiangyang City!"

"Sacred General, Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard troops went down the river, on the north bank of the Han River, seventy miles away from Xiangyang City."

"Sixty miles."

"Fifty miles."

After hearing this, Zhu Changyuan had no sadness or joy on his face. He just sat on the back of the iron horse and led his army slowly along the north bank of the Han River.

In this battle, he doesn't care how many people Zhang Xianzhong has, his own is only two hundred.

Originally, I thought that I could count on Polu from Fang County to lead an army to come to support, but I received news before that I couldn't come.Zhang Xianzhong's general led 5000 troops to garrison in the canyon, completely blocking the possibility of the Polu army coming out.

It seems that, after all the calculations, it is still a bad move.

However, even if it was a bad move, even if Zhang Xianzhong surrounded an army of [-] and marched down the river to attack Xiangyang.

so what?

Xiangyang City is not necessary, but you Zhang Xianzhong must lose a piece of meat.

"Brothers, keep your eyes open later. Whoever sees Zhang Xianzhong's words should tell the general that he is going to capture the thief first." After Zhu Changyuan finished talking with the brothers behind him, he put his legs between the horse's belly and sped forward. go.

From Xiangyang to Gucheng, the road on the north bank of the Han River is flat and straight, but on the south bank it is extremely rugged, with several cliffs cut by the torrent, making it difficult to walk.Therefore, there is no doubt that Zhang Xianzhong led the army down from Gucheng and must go to the north bank.

Moreover, Zhu Changyuan had scouts buried in the dark along the river, and they used the walkie-talkie to communicate Zhang Xianzhong's military situation at all times.

fifty miles.

Forty miles.

Thirty miles.

Twenty miles.

Finally, on the bank of the Han River somewhere from Gucheng to Xiangyang, Zhu Changyuan's two hundred cavalry and Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard came face to face, and the two sides confronted each other.

The vanguard of an ordinary army should be the elite of the elite, who can play the role of a sharp knife in a war, used to divide the enemy's army formation, surprise the unsuspecting enemy, etc., but Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard is obviously not like this.

When Zhu Changyuan saw Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard army from Gucheng, there were only two words in his mind: cannon fodder!
Those in ragged clothes and hoes are all elite soldiers; most of them only have a stick in their hands; some carry death scythes in their hands; some hold a slingshot for hunting birds; some carry a turtle shell on their back The same black iron pot, I don't know whether I am reluctant to part with my own pot or use it as a defensive weapon.

However, these are not the most powerful soldiers. The most powerful soldiers are those who have nothing else in their hands and only have one hidden weapon for self-defense: half a brick!

Zhu Changyuan rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong, but after repeated confirmation, he found that he was indeed right. This is Zhang Xianzhong's so-called vanguard of the [-] army.

What kind of army is this? It must be peasants. Zhu Changyuan smiled wryly, and said to Kong He beside him, "I'm afraid they are not even peasants. Farmers at least have a hoe. These people are probably just refugees."

The Han River is wide, but the terraces along the river are not very wide, and only a hundred people can pass side by side.Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard troops numbered 2 in a small number, and they criss-crossed along the river like a long dragon without a tail, which was quite spectacular.

The armor of Zhu Changyuan's two hundred cavalrymen was bright and bright, and the silver-white alloy gave off a cold light under the sunlight. The horses lined up silently, just blocking the journey of the peasant army.

The place where Zhu Changyuan's cavalry troops stopped was a relatively narrow place on the north bank of the Han River that he specially selected.

There were only 200 people blocking the road, but they exuded a mountain-like temperament. After a simple stop there, the militiamen on the opposite side stopped involuntarily, and no one dared to step forward.

At this point, the two sides began to confront each other.

Originally, he planned to capture the thief first, but when he saw that there were so many Zhang Xianzhong's vanguard troops, Zhu Changyuan suddenly felt that his previous thinking was a bit too taken for granted.

Not to mention Zhang Xianzhong, even the shadows of his four adopted sons were not seen.

Zhang Xianzhong's move is indeed very insidious. Use 2 militiamen as the vanguard to frustrate your spirit first, and kill [-] people in one go. If you are tired, you will be exhausted. Even if you are not exhausted, your horse will be exhausted.

However, Zhang Xianzhong's original intention was not like this. He just wanted to use these 2 people as cannon fodder for the siege.

It would be extremely easy for Zhu Changyuan to disperse or even kill all these militiamen, but he didn't want to do it.These militiamen were no different from Fangxian and Luo Zhixiong's rebels. They were all good citizens from Xiangyang City or Gucheng County, and they had no choice but to be driven away by Zhang Xianzhong and used as cannon fodder.

It would be a good thing if they could be subdued or simply persuaded to turn against each other.

Zhu Changyuan groped around for a while, and took out a sharp weapon he brought from modern society and followed him for a long time: a big horn.

"Brother on the opposite side!" Zhu Changyuan stood on the horseback, drove the horse to the high place, and said to the people who couldn't see the number of people in front of him: "This general is Zhu Changyuan!"

"This is Zhu Changyuan, the Zhu Changyuan who skinned his grandson?"

"Yes, that's him. It is said that he led [-] cavalry to defeat Sun Xiaofeng of Fangxian County, and slaughtered all his soldiers. You don't know, the whole Malan River was covered with blood at that time."

"Really? How many people have to be killed?"

"I heard that 10,000+ get..."

. . .

Fortunately, Zhu Changyuan couldn't hear the farmers' comments below. If he really heard it, he would probably be pissed off: I only killed [-] yuan, okay? If you come up, just enlarge it ten times. Big brother, I have a grudge against you. what?
Seeing the peasant army whispering to each other below, Zhu Changyuan knew that they had heard of his name, turned the loudspeaker to the loudest, and said, "This general knows that you are all the people around you, you are good people! Come here to fight against the court. He was coerced by that thief Zhang Xianzhong!"

"Now, this general gives you a choice?" Zhu Changyuan pointed to the surrounding mountains, and said, "Listen to me, put down your weapons and don't go any further. If you just disperse, you can save your life; if you insist on going your own way, Fang Sun Ni and Sun Xiaofeng of the county are a lesson from the past!"

Zhu Changyuan's words were transmitted through the loudspeaker to the ears of the farmers. Although the voice was loud, it was quite gentle at the beginning, but when the last sentence "a lesson learned from the past" turned into cold and ruthless.

After hearing this, the people below couldn't help shivering when they thought of the tragic situation of Sun Monkey being skinned.

"Yeah, if we run to the mountains and hide now, and come out when the army passes by, then Xiangyang Mansion can't stay any longer, so we go to Zhejiang. My cousin lives in Zhejiang, and there is no disaster or difficulty. A bumper harvest."

"Yes, yes, yes! All three of my children died in the war. I hate wars. I quit. Zhang Xianzhong forced me. At worst, I'm not here. It's better to go out."

"Go, go, go!"

. . .

After hearing Zhu Changyuan's words, the people below were in commotion!
Even if the journey is difficult for thousands of miles, as long as you reach a peaceful place, it is better than losing your life in Xiangyang City

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Just when everyone was discussing and Zhu Changyuan stood on a high place and stared at everyone with a loudspeaker indifferently, among the people on the opposite side, suddenly several people shot cold arrows from them at the same time.

The cold arrow pierced through the air and shot towards Zhu Changyuan.

"General!"

"Holy General!"

Of course Zhu Changyuan saw it, but he just smiled and stood confidently on the horse without moving. A second later, he heard "Dangdang!" several times, and a few sharp swords that seemed to be omnipotent and capable of piercing everything appeared in Zhu Changyuan's silver-white In front of his alloy armor, he could only suddenly fall to the ground.

"Hehe." Zhu Changyuan looked at his armor, he couldn't find even a trace of the arrow after the impact, he smiled, and then Mu Ran flew up from the horse.

It seems that there is nowhere to focus on the air, but every time Zhu Changyuan's feet are lowered, his body will rise several feet. After doing this three or four times, he has already flown into the air. Looking in the direction of the cold arrow, several clothesmen Armored guards surround what appears to be an officer.

It seems that although Zhang Xianzhong is a big and rough guy, he is also rough and fine. He sent the people over to serve as cannon fodder and was guided by someone.

"Aoohoo!" Zhu Changyuan, who was in mid-air, was full of luck, and then suddenly thrust forward with his right palm, which was the second move of "Flying Dragon in the Sky" with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon.

According to the book of intermediate fighting skills, the second form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon requires Qi to go through the Du Meridian and go through the Yangming Large Intestine Meridian of Hands, leap into the air, bend the knees slightly, lift the Qi in the Dantian, and wait for the true Qi to be felt. Rise up, relax the muscles and bones, think about the Yuzhen point, and strike from above.

Zhu Changyuan struck out with a palm, the momentum was incomparably huge, there was a faint roar of a potential dragon, the true energy was sent out through the palm force, and wherever it went, it was surrounded by wind and rain, fierce and unparalleled, it is indeed the best kung fu in the world.

"Roar!" The dragon-shaped true energy flew in mid-air, and the blow flew straight until the cold arrow was released, smashing the person who commanded secretly, together with several armored soldiers around him, to powder.

"Hush!" Zhu Changyuan slapped out almost one-fifth of his body's internal strength. Although this kind of palm is powerful, his internal strength is limited after all. After exhaustion, he needs to rest and condense for several days to recharge. It cannot be used without restrictions.

Like the fierce and fierce palm technique just now, he can only hit five or six palms in one breath at most. After five or six palms, the true energy in the body is exhausted, and it takes several days of meditation and practice to fully recover.

Killing the enemy on the battlefield depends on these soldiers under him. As for the trick of subduing the dragon's eighteen palms, it can play a huge deterrent effect, not only to deter the enemy, but also to deter the soldiers under him.

For example, now, when Zhu Changyuan fell back to his horse from mid-air, the soldiers behind shouted loudly one by one: "The general is mighty, the holy general is mighty!" and other slogans.

As a result, the people on the opposite side finally gave up the idea of ​​attacking, and they already regarded Zhu Changyuan as a god-like existence in their eyes.

There is an old saying that one man should be the key to ten thousand men, and it is true. For example, Zhu Changyuan now gently picked up the loudspeaker in his hand, and repeated what he just said.This time, the militiamen on the opposite side were much more honest. Regardless of the instigation of some people, they spontaneously dispersed and entered the mountains on both sides of the Han River.

　First of all, I would like to say sorry to the brothers. The weather is bad these days and there are not many jobs. I will ask for leave for the foreman. I will go back to my hometown for about a week. I will go back to see my four-year-old son Smecta and buy a backgammon for him. Reader, just give it to him on New Year's Day!Therefore, I can only say sorry for the update, and the next two updates every day will be all manuscripts!This is the case when going out to work. Although I am a big worker, I cannot escape the fate of leaving my hometown. Brothers, please understand. . . . . . .Brothers please wait for me to come back!Well, I can't brag, and I won't be able to explode when I come back, because I have to work besides coding. . . .woo woo woo~~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)