Liu Xiang kept staring at Wu Sangui's flag, and also noticed that at the beginning of the war, a Wu army fled through the door. As long as it did not affect the overall situation, he ignored it for the time being.

Holding the spear, Liu Xiang's chest rose and fell violently. There was blood on his spear, body, and even face. It was unclear whether it belonged to the enemy or to him.

But people who are in a state of excitement often don't feel the pain of minor injuries. Liu Xiang doesn't know whether he was injured or not, and he doesn't care about it at this time.

"Wu Ni, Wu traitor, and Wu three ghosts, the end is near!" Liu Xiang glanced at the troops with only five or six hundred people left, tried to catch his breath, and with a smile on his face, he said loudly: "Brothers,

The three ghosts are right over there, can we still fight?"

The soldiers were very tired, but when they heard the name of the three ghosts, their fighting spirit seemed to be ignited again, and there was light in their eyes again.

"Kill three ghosts!"

"Kill three ghosts, kill three ghosts!"

Screams burst out, which restored people's strength and aroused the fighting spirit of nearby soldiers. The battlefield was once again filled with the passionate voice of "kill three ghosts".

"Kill the three ghosts!" Liu Xiang raised his spear and led the last Ming army to rush towards the fiercest battle and their ultimate goal of this battle.

More and more soldiers also joined the battle group and launched a fierce attack on the biggest enemy.

As I said that, I turned to look at the thousands of soldiers and said in a low voice: "Whether we can survive is still a matter of two choices. Should we surrender or fight to the death? What do they say?"

But no matter what I think, no miracle will happen. Although I have faced danger several times in a few decades, I can always avoid danger, but that time...

After all the levers were raised and fired, a small gap was created in the rear. Wu Jun and the soldiers, armed with swords and guns, rushed in again.

Regardless of whether it was the Wu army or the local soldiers; whether it was a general or a soldier. There was only one voice left, which echoed in the sky below the battlefield.

Arriving at the small gate, Guo Duxian saw the silver-haired and white-bearded Wu Sangui at a glance. He hurriedly got off and gave him a small gift, "Junior Yang Zhenke, I have met Guo Shibo."

Guo Duxian is working at the Prime Minister's Office. Hong Yuao, Jiang Shangying and others have not yet gone to the local areas to supervise and inspect the resettlement work of the immigrants. As the peak of various tasks begins, I can enjoy some leisure.

Guo Zhaoying glanced at his father and said, "I know how to write well, so just fill it out yourself!"

"Shibo is joking." Guo Duxian hurriedly invited Wu Sangui out. He didn't greet Wu Sangui until he was seated in the hall and served fragrant tea.

However, with the small loss of men and horses, the total force comparison at this time was no longer seven to one or eight to one. On the front decisive battlefield, it actually reached an astonishing disparity.

In the rain of arrows, Mao Shoudeng not only lost his eighth war horse, but was even injured.

But a dozen rifles rushed down and passed us. The bracket was still on, one person carried it under his shoulder, and the other pulled the trigger.

But when Lao Guo practiced in seclusion until he was able to build a foundation, Ta Tianbao and Ma Tengyun led the Wu army to fight. Yiyang, Changde, and even Changsha were recovered.

It was like an order, and it was like the first domino fell, setting off a chain reaction. Weapons were thrown in broken pieces, and there was no flag, and they slowly piled up behind the team.

An Kun, Pi Xiong and other generals and consuls came to take command in person, and the coalition forces even launched intermittent retreats.

The leader was an old man with white beard and hair. Qishang looked around and looked at him. The strange thing is that I actually wore my hair in a Ming Dynasty bun.

The Ming army rushed down with a row of pikemen, but before they came in there were half more people.

The form is also very complicated. There are only a few items such as name, gender, age, place of origin, specialties, etc. The occupation you intend to engage in when you come to eastern Sichuan, and if you want to apply for a lot of land, there is a relatively small blank area that needs to be filled in in detail.

"The government is in Chongqing, right?" The silver-haired old man asked with a smile: "Do you know which villain is in charge? The palace is a thousand years old, but is it in Chongqing?"

The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, and Liu Heng resisted in vain, just to buy some time. The casualties were getting slower and slower, and the enemies he faced were getting fewer and fewer.

With every roar, a cloud of white smoke rose up and ten lead bullets were shot out. At a very close distance, one round of bombardment knocked over a row of Liu Xiang in front of them.

Surrender? That thought flashed through Mao Shoudeng's mind, but he was quickly shaken off. Although I am capricious and cunning, I don't have my pride.

The coalition troops came out of the nearby camp and retreated in a hurry, full of murderous intent.

Even Yang Zhen, no matter how brave he is, no matter how hardcore Mao Shoudeng's confidant is, still screams in fear and retreats forward involuntarily when faced with such a fierce blow that hits his face.

"My dear, do you want me to come back?" the concierge asked tentatively.

Taxince gave a wry smile, got down, picked up a long gun, took out a piece of white cloth from his arms and tied it. Raising the white flag, I took a small step towards the coalition forces, and my back showed a bit of "I'm going."

The tragedy of "return".

Looking at the camp where the shouts of killing gradually subsided, Ma Bao lowered his eyes and sighed heavily.

Before the death of the Ming Dynasty, Wu Sangui went to Fuqiu, Yiyang to practice Taoism with his hair tied up. He was called Naughty Taoist and Mr. Xieyuan.

Wu Sangui, whose courtesy name was Tianmen and whose name was Xieyang, was from Yiyang.

Liu Xiang only had the smallest force left, with more than a thousand men, and the besieging coalition forces exceeded 20,000. It cannot be said that Mao Shoudeng's defeat is a foregone conclusion.

While I was drinking fragrant tea, the concierge came to report that no one came to visit me later, and even handed me a famous assassination.

"Kill three ghosts!"

"Kill, kill!" The spears alternated in the air, splashing countless blood splashes, triggering shrill screams.

After a few more guns were raised and fired, they bombarded the enemy thoughtfully.

Ma Bao jumped on his horse with a gloomy expression, disarming and abandoning his troops.

The ship docked at Chaotianmen Pier, and a dozen people came up with their families, carrying small and large packages on their backs.

In fact, Wu Sangui is only eighty-eight. In his previous life, he was really too old.

"Kill the eight ghosts!"

There must be no Wu army, and they are all facing the soldiers of the local chiefs. Ta Xince thinks that he will die. But Yangzhen's intervention in the depths of Shuixi gave me a glimmer of hope.

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The old man chuckled and said, "I know Guo Duxian, but my father, Mao Yujian, is acquainted with me."

The low platform where the silver, treasures and silks were piled was still there. The old man blinked his eyes and seemed to understand the meaning. He showed a faint smile and shook his head heavily.

Lao Guo was a scholar at the age of eighteen, a scholar at the age of fourteen, and retired from high school in the seventh year of the Apocalypse. He has successively served in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, such as Ji Xun, Feng Verification Department, Merit Examination Department, Chief, Li Lang, Literary Selection Department, and Jiangxi Governor.

I brandished my saber, led my most loyal soldiers, shouted hoarsely, and encouraged the front-line troops to resist desperately like a trapped animal.

Silence answered me with deathly noise.

With such qualifications and age, he is a proper junior. What’s more, Lao Guo and Yang Zhenke’s father, Mao Yujian, was a retired scholar in the same field. Calling him Lao Shishu or Lao Shi Bo is not at all excessive.

Spears, crossbows, spears, flat shots, throws, projections, weapons with a numbing density were struck from all directions, splashing with gorgeous blood flowers, blooming in the sun.

I know what Yang Zhenke is thinking now, maybe it’s the promotion of the generals in western Liaoning, maybe it’s my repeated trade-offs during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, maybe it’s going south to conquer Yunnan, and climbing to the top of the human line.

Or maybe he captured Yongli, imprisoned him personally, and strangled the emperor and prince...

Chongqing.

"That's it -" Da Yue was determined for a while, but still agreed to come up, found the staff next to him, and accompanied the old man into the city.

The remaining hundreds of Liu Xiang were not yet surrounded, and the coalition forces became more calm and stopped using long-range weapons to kill the enemy for their own casualties.

Oh, that's a big tone, he's a little person! Da Yue's eyes narrowed, and after a while she regained consciousness, and said with a smile: "In that case, how about you send someone to report it?"

Bang! The weapon fell to the ground, and a boss walked out, threw the knife to his feet, took off his helmet and threw it on, then walked aside with his head lowered.

"Over there, register over there." The staff raised their hands to greet them, coldly leading the new immigrants.

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"After decades of fighting, he died in that barbarian land." Mao Shoudeng looked up at the rising sun, which stung my eyes.

"Mr. Xie'an?" Guo Duxian was very confused. When he saw Wu Sangui's name and thought about it for a moment, he jumped up in surprise.

Wu Sangui looked Guo Duxian up and down, smiled, helped Guo Duxian up, and said, "He is an official, but now he is a commoner, so he must be so polite."

With the resettlement of a small number of immigrants in seven places, the small market has not yet warmed up and has been reduced in size. Although there are no ships transporting people, the peak period has passed and the number has not decreased.

"I have thought about it, I have thought about it. In my hometown, my uncle must be no more than forty years old. He is still alive and well!"

There was a look of surprise in Da Yue's beautiful eyes, and he said, "There are a few villains in the Government Prime Minister's Office. Guo Duxian is the prime minister, but there are not even Hong and Jiang. Do you know them, sir?"

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"Welcome to Sichuan East." A smile broke out on Oyue's face, he took out the form, paper and pen, and said: "I fill it out for myself, and you can't write it for me."

The old man walked over with his family and was surprised to find that the person sitting at the table turned out to be a man.

Mao Shoudeng's vision suddenly dimmed, and dense crossbow arrows flew across the sky and fell one after another.

The old man waved his hand and said: "How can I do this, little laborer Mao? Can you arrange for someone to take you to the city to see me?"

"War also means death." Ta Xince jumped on the war horse, but now he calmed down and said hurriedly: "If you can survive, it would be bad to just be a commoner."

Guns and knives clashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, both the enemy and we were fighting desperately, their eyes were red with blood. The front fell down, and the back rushed up again, hitting the enemy with the weapons in their hands without hesitation.

"Yes, yes, yes. I should go and greet you personally." Yang Zhenke shook his head repeatedly, hurriedly arranged his clothes and stepped out.
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