Zhu Zhuguo had already received Zhang Jinyan's advance arrangement, which was to interfere with Wang Xuejun at this critical moment.

Zhu Zhuquan looked at his own brother in front of him without belief: "Brother, Xinming's army is fighting desperately for the country of our old Zhu family. How can you betray them?"

Zhu Zhuguo roared loudly with blood red eyes: "No, they are not fighting for the country of our old Zhu family. They are fighting for the dog thief Wang Xuejun, the Wang Mang who wanted to steal the foundation of our ancestors, and Cao Cao was fighting."

"But after all, they are fighting for the Han people now."

"So what? Everyone is punished by traitors. Usually we can't take Wang Mang and Cao Cao's will do anything. This is the best opportunity." Then he didn't put down his sword and shouted at his younger brother: "If you don't take this opportunity to be this guy, you will never have a chance again. At that time, the country of our Zhu family was really gone. Follow me and kill Wang Xuejun."

"No, this is a stupid thing that makes the loved one feel happy, I don't agree."

"The ancestors would rather be with the foreigners than with the thieves."

"Brother, you bastard."

Zhu Zhuguo laughed proudly: "No, Hong Chengchou has promised me that as long as I help eliminate Wang Xuejun, he will report to the Regent of the Qing Dynasty and assign Ningxia to me, so that I can restore my ancestors' name, and I will be the emperor. At that time, you will be the crown prince. Under the protection of the Qing Dynasty, our foundation will last forever."

"Don't dream, Jiannu's ambition to annex the entire Central Plains Shenzhou, even three-year-old children know. How can they allow us to exist?"

Zhu Zhuguo's eyes were red with blood: "Do you kill Wang Xuejun?"

"I, I won't kill."

The sword light flashed, and Zhu Zhu's head was different from each other.

After killing his own younger brother, Zhu Zhuguo waved his steel knife again: "Kill the traitors, eliminate the treacherous and slanderous, kill them."

The elites from the forty-eight villages shouted and rushed towards the battle group.

However, they hit a wall, a black, iron wall.

In Kunlun slaves' eyes, there is no right or wrong, and it is not differentiated between the Qing Dynasty or the Xinming Dynasty.

In their eyes, only their master Wang Xuejun.

Whoever the master asks to kill, he must kill all of them.

With the tall guard roaring, four thousand strange knives like door panels waved, like chopping melons and vegetables, and rushed towards the rebels.

Zhu Zhuguo's treasure sword had just been raised, and the guard in front of him was almost one person taller than him. The big sword swung down and the knife broke, and the person was split.

Ten thousand rebels were wiped out in a blink of an eye.

The rest saw that they were not good, so they shouted and fled directly.

Wang Xuejun breathed a sigh of relief.

I believe in history.

Although history has changed a lot because of himself, he still believed it once.

Zhang Jinyan surrendered to Hong Chengchou, which is a historical necessity. This will not be changed because of his own changes in history.

The reason is that the officials of the Ming Dynasty, those with backbone, have been eliminated with the dual blessings of Chongzhen and Donglin Party members.

The rest are a group of cartilage that is changing with the wind.

Zhang Jinyan must be one.

The reason why he allowed Wang Guangqi to run around was because Wang Xuejun did not want to launch it in advance, giving the world an excuse that he could not tolerate the forces of the former Ming Dynasty.

Now it is proved that my worries are correct. The backup plan I left behind is also very wise.

Zhang Jinyan rebelled,

He justified himself to eliminate the elite among Zhang Jinyan's elites, and the two thousand brothers sent out in advance, put nails in place to clear all obstacles for his about to recover the Dabie Mountains.

Seeing that the rebels had been completely eliminated, Wang Xuejun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then can he join these 4,000 African legions to the huge battlefield where flesh and blood have already been killed.

The addition of the African Legion Modao Army will be an invincible existence. With the destruction of the enemy, you can completely defeat the enemy in front of you.

Wang Xuejun was proud and raised the red flag in his hand with full confidence.

"Prince, it's not good, dust has risen on Dabie Mountain Pass."

The detective standing on the high-looking stand suddenly shouted at Wang Xuejun and reported.

Wang Xuejun turned his head and looked into the direction of the Dabie Mountain Pass.

There were already rolling smoke and dust there, and there were faint shouts of killing.

"What's the situation? Could it be that Zhang Jinyan's main force in Dabie Mountains is here?"

But what can I panic about this?

The forty-eight villages in Dabie Mountains are all a group of mobs, and they claim to have 100,000 soldiers.

Even if you only claim to be 100,000, how many real talents are there?

The two thousand soldiers who invaded the Dabie Mountains in advance would never be indifferent.

"Modao Team, prepare to fight and annihilate this enemy."

Wang Xuejun calmly issued military orders.

"Prince, that is not the mob in the Dabie Mountains, it is the Qing army, the Qing army of the brigade."

Such a report completely shocked Wang Xuejun.

"Qing Army? How did they cross the vast mountains? Why did my two thousand soldiers do nothing?"

There is no point in discussing these things anymore.

It was Zhang Jinyan who opened the passage to the Dabie Mountains, and the two thousand soldiers had already encountered an unexpected situation.

Holding up the monocular lens, I looked at the Qing army who was dying from afar. In the midst of the smoke and dust, a big red flag fluttered in the wind, and the current big word "Hong" was particularly eye-catching.

Hong, Hong Chengchou?

Yes, it's Hong Chengchou.

At that time, Wang Xuejun jumped: "Xu Jie, you bastard, are you a good person? How can you release Hong Chengchou?"

Xu Jie is now in Zhenjiang, with Yan Yingyuan's army, and Yu Minzhong's navy of 20,000, which forced the army of the Zhejiang Governor Bo Luo who lives in Shaoguan. The oppressed Hong Chengchou, who was in Nanjing, dared not act rashly at all. The purpose is to prevent Hong Chengchou from joining the Henan battlefield.

As a result, Hong Chengchou still used the strategy of hiding the world and escaped from the shell. He brought four thousand Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty and ten thousand Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and with the cooperation of Zhang Jinyan, he quietly crossed the Dabie Mountains.

At this critical moment, he appeared on the battlefield and appeared on the back of Wang Xuejun.

When Hong Chengchou came, he not only brought the 4,000 Banners and 10,000 Han Army Banners.

At the same time, it also brought hope of victory to the Qing Dynasty, and also brought morale to the Qing army in the melee, allowing Wang Xuejun to be attacked by the enemy.

The morale of the Qing army was greatly boosted.

Li Yan and Wang Guangqi urgently requested: "Prince, the battlefield situation is seriously unfavorable to us. Let's fight and retreat, and retreat to Queshan to take the next plan."

Wang Xuejun looked at Hong Chengchou's banner and was in a state of turmoil.

The last battle in Zhenjiang, Hong Chengchou retreated because he was in charge of Nanjing.

After the Battle of Zhenjiang, we were unable to continue to expand the results and attack Nanjing. As a result, we made that battle a start and end.

This time, Hong Chengchou is here again.

Do you think this is really afraid of you?

But I have to admit in my heart that Wang Xuejun's psychology is really shadowy when facing this most outstanding politician and military strategist of the Ming Dynasty.

Retreat or not?

He was very tangled.
Chapter completed!