Chapter 233 Destruction (Part 2)

"Then the butcher Zhu is a ungrateful wolf." As if he was making excuses for himself, and as if he had noticed Fan Shutong's thoughts, Zhang Mingjian stopped his legs in place, and looked around with the lightning, while shouting at the other party loudly, "When he just captured Huai'an, he killed no one."

"Boom", a muffled thunder rolled over, completely submerging his words, but soon, he continued to shout unwillingly, "There is also Sesame Li going to Xuzhou back then, and it took the knife for the middle of the night before he put it away? Why can't they do it?"

"Do it, do it." Guangming Right Envoy Fan Shutong had nowhere to escape, so he had to follow Zhang Mingjian's steps while nodding hard.

"And." Zhang Mingjian's eyes were as red as a mad dog, and he continued to rush out with Fan Shutong. "He wouldn't have trouble with the Ming Cult, and he wouldn't have trouble with the Ming Cult later. Why did he target you, Fan? Isn't it just that after taking Yangzhou, his wings were hard, and he wanted to leave Ming Cult alone? Such a wolf-hearted and ungrateful thing, he actually has the face to hit me."

"Indeed, indeed." Fan Shutong, the right envoy of Guangming, continued to nod, but his small eyes rolled in his eyes. When he was arrested by the government and threw him into prison, Zhu Bashiyi had just captured Huai'an, and his reputation was not very prominent. The outside world was not very clear about the specific attitude of the Ming Cult. When he was rescued from the prison by Zhang Mingjian and agreed to act as a lobbyist, he was indeed a bit too arrogant. He thought that as long as he showed his identity as the right envoy of Guangming, he would not be directly dismissed by a small hall master.

Looking back now, he felt that his actions were really reckless. Zhu Butcher wanted troops, money and money, and he also created a powerful cannon. Even Liu Futong himself might have to be a fellow disciple when he saw him, but he still wanted to press him down. He was really kicked by a donkey.

Just as I regretted it, a string of thunder suddenly rang in my ears. Immediately afterwards, countless people shouted in the heavy rain, "Zhang Mingjian ran away, Zhang Mingjian abandoned his army and fled."

"Everyone search carefully, don't run away from Zhang Mingjian."

"Don't run away from Zhang Mingjian, don't run away from Zhang Mingjian."

One after another, getting higher and closer.

Hearing the shouts coming from all over, Zhang Mingjian's eyes suddenly turned redder, and a long spear swung, splashing a horizontal white lining in front of him, "Catch Zhang Mingjian, capture Zhang Mingjian, brothers, don't block the way, go and catch Zhang Mingjian with me."

"Yes." Fan Shutong, the right envoy of Guangming, was slightly stunned at first, and then shouted loudly, "Catch Zhang Mingjian, don't run away from Zhang Mingjian, everyone will catch Zhang Mingjian together."

After shouting, he quickly followed Zhang Mingjian, and continued to stumble and rush into the heavy rain.

The heavy rain quickly completely swallowed the figures of the two, and everyone's vision was seriously affected. Many times, the noses that the enemy and us almost touched each other's noses suddenly realized that the other's armor was completely different from that of themselves. They shouted and retreated in panic, and then raised their swords and guns to fight together.

Because of the sudden encounter, the battle between the two sides was extremely fierce. No one cared about calling his companions to help, nor did he care about whether he should surrender or show mercy. In particular, Zhang Mingjian's direct Qing army owed a large amount of blood debt in Yangzhou City. I don't know if he would be forgiven by the Huai'an army, so he was particularly decisive when he started. Once he found that his escape road was blocked, he immediately howled and rushed forward to fight desperately. He would rather be killed directly by the other party than hand over his weapons and wait for the settlement of the score by Qiu Hou.

Under the influence of this mentality, the casualties of both sides of the war rose straight. The Huaian Army, whose eyes were red due to the blood of his teammates, quickly gave up the plan to capture prisoners. Seeing that there were enemies nearby, they surrounded them and went all out.

"Catch Zhang Mingjian, capture Zhang Mingjian, Commander Xu said that he will survive." Company commander Xia Mi led a small team of Huai'an warriors through the vast rain curtain and rushed towards a bunch of blurred figures nearby.

Among his team, the proportion of veterans who joined the army in Xuzhou accounted for one-quarter, and among the remaining three-quarter brothers, many of them were from the Salt Gang, so their organizationality was far stronger than other robes. No matter how chaotic the surrounding situation was, they always maintained a complete formation.

The opponent behind the scenes of the rain was obviously also the elite of the Qing army. When he realized that he was being targeted, he immediately stopped escaping. Under the leadership of a commander, he raised his spear and turned around and pounced back.

The two sides approached at high speed in the heavy rain, and soon they collided head-on, "Crack." Lightning illuminated dozens of pairs of overlapping figures, and red blood burst into the air, quickly mixed with the rain, and then fell back to the ground, forming red rivers, surging and endless.

There was almost no scream. In the continuous thunder, the sound of the human throat was extremely weak, and life seemed extremely fragile at this moment, just like rows of crops, falling down neatly, the corpses pressed against the corpses, shoulders next to shoulders, and faces facing the face.

It is completely different from long-distance combat. Cold weapons are fighting in close combat, which is more cruel than the former, and the speed of destruction of life is more direct. Although the plate armor of the Huai'an Army is strong, it still looks very thin when facing the long spear of the Qing army. The Qing army's leather armor has almost no defensive effect after being hit by the Huai'an Army's cold forged weapons. The sharp blade cuts directly into the body like a paper, bringing bright red blood mist.

Company commander Xia Mi saw with his own eyes that a gangster with a long armor beside him was stabbed by a spear, and he was picked up and struggled desperately in the air. Then, the Qing army who used the spear was slashed by a Yanling sword produced in Huai'an, and broke into two pieces.

The next moment, he pulled out his steel knife from the collarbone of an opponent and rushed towards the commander of the Qing army. The commander of the Qing army gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The spear stabbed his lower abdomen, "Go to die." The company commander Xia Mi quickly twisted his waist, and at the same time, the blade slashed hard and headed straight to the center of the spear, "Ding." The spear of the spear stabbed the side of his breastplate, several inches deep. At the same time, the blade slashed on the spear pole, dividing the spear into two.

"Ah." The commander of the Qing army used half of the spear as a short spear and continued to stab Xia Mi. This time, the company commander Xia Mi did not dodge at all and directly slashed at the opponent's chest with a knife.

"Crack." "Puff." The two of them hit their respective targets at the same time again. The wooden spear rod was unable to do anything about the plate armor. However, the steel knife in Xia Mi's hand left a wound more than two feet long on the chest of the commander of the Qing army, causing the latter to collapse to the ground immediately, and the strength in his body flowed completely with the blood.

"Keep formation and keep formation." Company commander Xia Mi inserted a steel knife to the ground, held the front half of the spear on his body with both hands, and pulled it out with force. "Puff." A stream of blood was sprayed out with the steel spear, dyeing half of his body red. However, he did not fall down immediately, raised the half of the spear as a spear, and threw it hard into the crowd opposite.

A Qing army who was trying to counterattack was penetrated by a spear and fell down with a scream. Company commander Xia Mi raised the Yanling knife high again and roared loudly, "Keep the formation, keep the formation, follow me and go and catch Zhang Mingjian."

"Go closer to the company commander, move closer to the company commander." Deputy Company Commander He Er shouted loudly, helping Xia Mi reorganize the team. Huai'an soldiers who had just killed their opponents rushed over with blood, and once again used Xia Mi as the attack to form a sharp triangle. When the enemy who was desperate and desperate saw this scene, their morale was immediately depressed. Taking advantage of their unresponsiveness, the company commander Xia Mi quickly stuffed his Yanling sword into the deputy company commander He Er's hand. "You lead the team, I have to take a break."

"Company" Deputy Company Commander He Er was slightly stunned. He soon saw Xia Mi's plate armor stained with blood, and the anxious gaze in the other party's eyes, "Brothers, come with me." He gritted his teeth and raised the Yanling knife high, "Catch Zhang Mingjian, arrest Zhang Mingjian, who don't want to die, get out of the way."

The Qing army on the opposite side did not have the strict command transfer mechanism as the Huai'an army. The two centurions each led a group of people to fight separately. Soon, the two centurions died one after another, and all the soldiers could only take care of themselves. However, He Er led his own company to maintain a good attack formation, and cut down the enemies in rows like a precise machine.

When the casualties exceeded 40%, the remaining Qing army finally couldn't hold on and ran away with a "boom".

"Follow me and go and capture Zhang Mingjian." Deputy Company Commander He Er looked back at Xia Mi, who was already exhausted in a pool of blood, gritted his teeth, and raised the Yanling sword high again, "Catch Zhang Mingjian, avenge the company commander, and avenge the people of Yangzhou."

"Catch Zhang Mingjian and avenge the people of Yangzhou."

"Catch Zhang Mingjian and avenge the people of Yangzhou."

"Catch Zhang Mingjian." Behind him, the shouts of killing became lower and lower. Zhang Mingjian, a ten thousand household of the Qing army, stumbled through the rain curtain, and his whole body was covered with wounds. Along the way, he didn't know how many enemies and his own people he killed. He relied on his skillful martial arts and a ruthless spirit to keep him still forcing him to fall to the ground. God finally pulled him at the last moment, never stopping the heavy rain, causing him to fight out of a bloody road from the battlefield that is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us, and escape further and further.

"Follow me to join the monk Peng, reveal to him, and expose Zhu Butcher's evil deeds of betraying the Red Turban." Holding the spear with both hands, he lowered his head and gasped. "He is the master of the Maitreya Church. He has made so many cannons, but he refuses, but he refuses to offer them to monk Peng. He, from the beginning, probably, he has been undevoted."

He heard no response around, except for a string of muffled thunder rolling through the sky, venting his anger powerlessly.

"Old Fan, Lao Fan, where are you dead?" Zhang Mingjian suddenly felt an unknown premonition in his heart and shouted loudly at the top of his throat.

"Then, over there" Fan Shutong's voice sounded at his feet, sounding like a mourning cry.

"Over there." Zhang Mingjian was very puzzled and frowned and asked.

"Over the other side, there are so many people, many people." Fan Shutong continued to cry, his legs as if they were broken, and he knelt in the mud and water weakly.

Zhang Mingjian supported his body with a spear, raised his head to look into the distance, and saw a human wall slowly pressing behind the white rain curtain. The round belt was along the iron helmet, the key parts were covered with steel leather armor, and all the same colored spears. This was a standard "Yi Soldier" dressed in Lianghuai. It was a pity that it was not his Qing army. The civil servant led the team wiped the rain on his face and complained gloomyly, "Zhang Mingjian, why did you come? This magistrate has been waiting for you in the rain."
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