Batu opened his eyes and saw the blue sky. He still felt like he was on a boat as he swayed underneath him. There was a crushing feeling in his stomach. A stream of yellow water spurted out from his mouth. Batu glanced over and saw what he saw.
A man stood on his stomach and stomped on him with his feet. Batu was furious. This was not the way to save people. The Mongolian hero was disgraced. He was about to get up and beat this ungrateful guy, but he felt that his limbs were all numb.
It was locked, and with a slight pull there was the sound of the iron rope sliding on the ship's plank.
A hateful face stretched out in front of Batu, covering the blue sky. It was Liu Ziguang, the Marquis of Zhenwu whom he had seen in the palace. At this time, the face was full of a proud smile.
"We meet each other everywhere in life. In the morning, I said that you would be a prisoner the next time we meet. I didn't expect that it would come true in the afternoon, hahaha."
"Shameless! You cunning Han people have the ability to compete with Batu on land. How can you be a good man by plotting and scheming in the water!" Batu shouted angrily, moving his hands and feet together, but the iron chain was too thick and stretched tightly.
The ground is also being torn apart.
"Soldiers are deceitful. You are not used to fighting on the water. Of course I will kill you in the Yangtze River. Why don't we find an open place to shoot with you? Do you think you are second to me?" Liu Ziguang said disdainfully.
Batu kept tugging on the iron rope and simply closed his eyes and ignored Liu Ziguang. Liu Ziguang ignored him and said to himself: "There are some things that I want to discuss with you when retaining General Ba this time. For example, how your army marches and fights?
How many cavalry and infantry, what weapons to use, and what tactics to adopt, of course you don’t have to tell me, but if you don’t tell me, I can’t guarantee the lives of your followers.”
There were ten personal guards who accompanied Batu to the Central Plains. They were all tied to the boat at this time. These people were all old subordinates who had followed Batu for many years. They had been through all kinds of ups and downs. They never expected to be caught in the Yangtze River.
Liu Ziguang took his opponent's way and captured them without even resisting. Liu Ziguang threatened Batu with their lives to reveal the Xia army's military secrets. This was really despicable to the extreme.
"If you don't tell me, I will kill someone." Liu Ziguang pouted, and immediately a Nanchang fan put a knife to the neck of the Xixia guard. These Mongolian men were really heroes, and they shouted without fear: "I want to kill you."
He can be killed or scratched as he pleases, but even if he blinks his eyes, he is not considered a hero."
Anyway, there were ten personal guards, so it would not be a problem to kill one or two. In order to cause psychological pressure to Batu, Nanchang Fanzi cut him off under Liu Ziguang's instruction. The blood spattered, and the big head fell on the ship's deck.
Go up, Gulu rolled to Batu's side, Batu's heart was bleeding, such a good brother died in vain at the hands of the despicable Han people, he clenched his teeth, clenched his fists and made a crackling sound, but still did not speak.
"If you don't say anything yet, then kill him again!" The knife was placed on the neck of the next Mongolian man. This man was also unafraid and cursed the despicable Han dog, so he stabbed him again, wiping away the blood.
He walked up to Batu and asked him: "How about it? Do you plan to let all your subordinates die in front of you?"
Batu was silent, and Fanzi used his foot to fiddle with Batu's wrists that were tightly cuffed by the iron rope. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he turned back and said, "If you don't say anything, I will kill the third one."
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Suddenly there was a loud roar like thunder, and Batu, who had been secretly gathering strength, struggled hard. Although the four iron ropes were not broken, the parts connecting the ship's plates were uprooted. Batu stood up like a carp, and swept the iron ropes with both hands.
He directly wrapped Na Fanzi around the waist and dragged him over. He swung out a palm as big as a cattail fan and knocked off Na Fanzi's head with just one palm. His brain was covered with blood everywhere, and Batu roared again.
, threw the corpse in his hand and knocked down a piece of Fanzi. At this time, he was standing on the bow of the ship, with his back against the western ocean, and blood dripping all over his body. He really looked like a god! Those Mongolian guards who were tightly tied with cowhide ropes
He also started howling, and his momentum was overwhelming for a while.
Batu was too powerful, and the Nanchang fans were all bullies and afraid of the strong. Although they held steel swords and fire blunderbuss in their hands, none of them dared to step forward. As Batu pressed forward step by step, they retreated step by step.
, without the arrogance just now, Batu smiled ferociously and closed the iron ropes on his two wrists. The iron ropes were very thick, and there were huge rivets riveted to the ship's plate at the end. They were perfect for weapons such as meteor hammers.
Now they are on the ship in the South Factory. They are afraid of destroying the ship, so they just take this opportunity to make a comeback.
Liu Ziguang appeared. He had just gone to the stern of the boat to urinate, but something unexpected happened, which made him very angry. He stood in front of the fans with a straight face and empty hands. His arrival gave them courage and stopped.
After retreating, they all pointed their weapons at Batu and said in a flurry of words: "Master Marquis, destroy me."
Liu Ziguang motioned for everyone to shut up. He took two steps forward and looked into Batu's eyes. It looked like they were about to challenge each other. Batu had heard of Liu Ziguang's reputation and did not dare to take it lightly. He tightened the iron rope in his hand and tightened his muscles all over.
Keep an eye on Liu Ziguang's every move, looking for flaws and ready to attack at any time.
A large ship in the Yangtze River. Standing on the bow deck was a fierce man covered in blood, holding an iron chain in his hand. The river wind blew his unique Mongolian braids. The setting sun framed his figure.
In Phnom Penh, Batu didn't think too much. Like every battle, his attention was completely focused on his opponent. Since Batu's back was to the setting sun, Liu Ziguang's eyes were inevitably disturbed by the setting sun when he looked at him.
The moment his eyes blinked, Batu took action!
The iron rope in Batu's hand struck Liu Ziguang with the sound of wind. The reason why it struck Liu Ziguang instead of throwing him was because the iron rope was completely stretched into a straight line, the speed was extremely fast, and it blocked all the ways for the opponent to avoid. Liu Ziguang had nothing in his hand.
, with his two arms, he was unable to withstand the thick iron rope. Seeing that he was about to be hit by the iron rope, the situation suddenly reversed, and the iron rope was actually caught in his hand!
Batu was shocked and yanked the iron rope in a hurry, but what surprised him was still behind. Liu Ziguang seemed to carelessly tugged on the iron rope and lifted his more than two hundred kilograms into the air and flew straight over. Batu's hands and feet were still there.
He was able to move and adjusted his posture in mid-air, hoping to launch another fatal blow. Liu Ziguang didn't give him any chance. He pulled him in front of him and punched him hard. Before Batu could see the opponent's movements clearly, he was hit on the nose.
With one blow, his nose was bleeding, his nose bones were broken, and the broken bones were stuck into his face. Batu could only see small stars all over the sky, and his head was buzzing. This kind of experience was only used by the enemy generals when they fought against Turpan.
The time when a copper hammer was struck through an iron helmet was comparable, but that was a fifty kilogram copper hammer, and this time it was just a fist.
Batu had a concussion. His reaction was slow when his brain was dizzy. Liu Ziguang pulled the iron rope and tied him tightly. The gangsters took over and pierced Batu's pipa bone with iron wire, and tied his hands and feet with cowhide rope.
, covered his head with a black cloth bag, and locked him in an iron cage in the cabin. The other prisoners were also locked in the cabin. These people were all hard-core, and they couldn't find out anything without some special means.
In the dungeon of Nanchang Yamen, Da Wenxi and Huang Shizhen were sitting together and discussing something. Next to them were stoves and various instruments of torture. Leather whips, pepper water, tiger stools, etc. were of no use to the Mongolian tough guys, so
Liu Ziguang invited these two masters of poisoning.
Strictly speaking, the research directions of Huangshi Zhenren and Da Wenxi are different. Da Wenxi pursues how to use poison to cause harm and destruction, while Huangshi Zhenren pursues immortality and the feeling of ecstasy. However, they reach the same goal by different paths.
There is a lot that people can learn from each other in chemistry, learn from each other's strengths and contribute to the great cause of the Marquis.
After research, I finally chose Miaoxian Powder prepared by Huangshi Zhenren. After taking this medicine, the person's mind will become trance-like, and all kinds of wonderful hallucinations will come one after another, reaching the point of ecstasy.
You can get the answer you want by asking questions when you are in a trance and losing your resistance. The side effect of this medicine is that it can only be used once, because the medicine is so powerful that it will turn people into fools after one use. Anyway, people like Batu can't keep it.
It's useless. If you become a fool, just become a fool.
Huangshi Zhenren's Miao Xian Powder was originally taken orally, but in order to enhance the efficacy, Da Wenxi changed it to intravenous injection. Lao Da learned this technique from Dr. Jones, a Western medicine doctor. A syringe of the potion was inserted into it, and it was very painful.
Batu was almost confused...
In the palace, Colonel Zhu You and other ministers were discussing military and state affairs. On the table in front of the emperor and ministers was a set of equipment for the Xixia elite cavalry, which Liu Ziguang took off from Batu's subordinates.
An iron helmet with a nose guard, an iron mesh protection on the neck, no padding inside the helmet, a Central Asian-style chainmail collar, a silk war robe underneath, a slender waist knife with a curved blade, and a belt on the handle.
Wearing hand guards, two pots of arrows, two bows, one long and one short, three spare bow strings, a skin bag for water, a backpack for naan, a knife for eating, etc.
"The equipment of the Xixia cavalry is nothing more than this. This is the equipment of the elite bodyguards. I think it is not as good as the equipment of our imperial army." The speaker was Yuan Chonghuan, the Minister of War. He looked at the weapons and armor with a look of disdain in his eyes.
"Everyone in the world knows that the best cavalry is the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. All Mongolia in Mobei have surrendered to the Manchu Qing. However, the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties turned into powder when they encountered our Xuzhou Army. Even Dorgon's Zhengbai Banner was wiped out.
What's more, these Xixia people are young, hum." Yuan Chonghuan threw down the Xixia bow and arrow he was playing with, suddenly raised his robe and knelt down, saying to the emperor: "I would like to issue a military order to ensure a peaceful summer!"