Hou Xuanyan saw that no one was talking to the crowd, and he was secretly anxious. There was really not much time left for him.

At this time, a chubby figure came out from the crowd. Although the fat staggered and looked confused, he could tell that he had been secretly obscene at first sight, Hou Xuanyan still stepped forward and quickly pressed his shoulder and said, "Good, fat chubby!"

He stuffed the spear in his hand into Xiaopang's hand, patted his shoulder, pointed to a Qing soldier who was struggling with a cloth stick in his mouth and said, "Don't be afraid, go up and stab him to death!"

Xiaopang's name is Xu Yuanbao. He was originally the only son of a wealthy businessman in Jiading. His father was good at doing business when he was alive, and he made a fortune and saved up a lot of money. However, scholars, farmers, industry and commerce were the last of the four people in the Ming Dynasty, and his money was low. If he was a wealthy man of all generations, it would be fine to say that such nouveau riche were often looked down upon by the upper-class circles. Therefore, since Xu Yuanbao's father had this unique seedling, he tried his best to invite the best gentleman in Jiading to enlighten him.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. Xu Yuanbao was born to be a person who didn't like studying. He had been studying for several years and even wrote his name in a crooked way. Instead, he hangs with the servants and guards in the hospital, playing with guns and sticks, making Mr. Xu grit his teeth in anger. However, he was just a single person and couldn't get into discipline, so he could only do whatever he wanted. Anyway, he had made such a big industry, and Lao Xu planned to wait for his grandson in the future and no matter how good he was to train, he must have a promising descendant to inherit his family property.

Later, the world changed drastically, and the Qing soldiers crossed the river and the two emperors surrendered one after another. Li Chengdong broke the city of Jiading, and the family of Xu Yuanwai was the only one in Xu Yuanbao. He was protected by his friend in the hospital and lived to this day.

Another wealthy family, with a kind father and mother, except for the married elder sister, they all died. God knows how much karma Li Chengdong has done to this small town in Jiangnan.

Xu Yuanbao held the spear in his hand and looked up at Hou Xuanyan, who gave him encouragement.

He raised the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was towards the sky. His chubby little face roared to the sky: "Old man, open your eyes and see, Yuanbao is avenging you!"

Xu Yuanbao's eyes were red, and he bit his lips and stabbed him out. The Qing soldiers who were leading the way wailed. The gun stabbed him on the shoulder, and the tip of the gun rubbed against the bones, making a creepy sound. The blood flow slowly poured out, ticking down the red tassel along the gun bar.

His roar reminded the crowd behind him of the deep blood hatred on his body. He stared at the balls, cursed that he could think of the most vicious words, and used the weapons in his hand to chop at the twelve Qing soldiers.

Hou Xuanyan looked at the few prisoners who were no longer like humans in front of him, suppressed the discomfort in his stomach. When he turned around, he saw that Gong Laosan had disappeared and thought he had hid somewhere and vomited.

Skirt, weak chicken!

Upon climbing the low wall and hugging the baby soldier's shoulders, Hou Xuanyan let out a long roar, attracting everyone's attention.

The village soldiers stopped ravaging the dead Qing soldiers and turned around to look at him.

"I've seen it all! Qing Dogs will die, and Qing Dog's body is covered with flesh and bones. What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? I'm going to the city now and chop Li Chengdong's dog thief into meat sauce. If you are afraid of death, you can get into the mountains and lakes as soon as possible, be a savage, or wait for your enemies to kill enough, go out and be a dog for them as slaves."

"We're not afraid!"

"Follow Mr. Hou and kill Li Chengdong!"

"Kill the dog thief Li Chengdong, kill all the Qing dogs!"

"Take revenge! Take revenge!"

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People's hearts are available, so Hou Xuanyan no longer wasted his time. He waved his hand and everyone calmed down in an instant. Through the nonsense that became an immortal in front of him, he has become the backbone of everyone.

"Then please help me and fight back to the city. We will apply blood from our enemies on our faces and go for revenge!"

The villagers agreed and dipped their blood and painted their faces red. Hou Xuanyan thought to himself that he would definitely catch them off guard when he went back. He would add some horrible makeup to make them feel frightened and guilty. Perhaps it would increase their chances of winning. And applying the blood of the enemy on their bodies can also help them overcome some inner fear.

Yang Shu took away several Qing soldiers' horses, put the armor he had stripped off in advance on his body, and threw away the broken armor that he had originally hung. These Qing soldiers were originally one of the cancers of the Southern Ming Dynasty, the soldiers of Gao Jie's army in the four towns in Jiangbei. These people sucked the blood of Nanming's bones and blood, and then surrendered. Their armor and war horses were all the best, but unfortunately they were used to massacre compatriots.

Yang Shu weighed the new weapon and was very satisfied. He was about to drive the horse forward to be a pioneer for the eldest son. Suddenly, he felt someone pulling him behind him. When he looked back, he saw that it was Hou Xuanyan, who was pale and hurriedly turned around to help him.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Hou Xuanyan lay on his shoulder and whispered: "Worry, I've died once after all, and I've been discomfort in many places and haven't recovered yet. Let's ride together one horse, so you must not make a sound. I'm afraid that the courage they finally gathered will disappear."

Yang Shu nodded heavily, thinking that he deserved to die, but he didn't expect the eldest young master's body. After helping Hou Xuanyan onto the horse, Yang Shu pulled the reins and rode the horse. The remaining horses behind him were taken by several rare rural soldiers. Yang Shu deliberately slowed down, one was afraid that the eldest young master's body would not be able to stop him, and the other was that the rural soldiers behind him could not catch up with him.

Hou Xuanyan rode on the horse and looked back and saw that the fire was getting bigger and bigger. The old father and younger brother's body could no longer be seen clearly. An indescribable hatred was suffocated in his chest, and two lines of clear tears fell across his cheeks.

Yang Shu looked at him with distress and said, "Do you want to take some ashes and bury them in the future?"

Hou Xuanyan turned his head, looked ahead, and said in a deep voice: "No need, before his death, he said, "Saving and dying with the city is righteous." Let them spread it on this countryside, waiting to see us avenge the elders of the city!"

Walking out of the bamboo forest, the sun is bright and not burning after the sudden rain in midsummer. The warm wind blows with a strong fragrance of flowers. The clear blue sky in the distance is dotted with a few lazy white clouds, moving with the wind.

On both sides of the ancient road, there are beautiful flowers in red and white colors. Such a beautiful scenery is like being in a fairyland. However, the village soldiers on the road covered with blood are incompatible with the scenery at this time. It is like a group of evil ghosts in hell, walking in the fairyland of Penglai. No one would have thought that these people were villagers who were born and raised here.

As we walked forward, the closer we were to the ancient town, a fishy smell came to our face. The clear streams of water in the past were mixed with thick blood. From time to time, there would be broken limbs and broken arms, torn women's clothes, and the bodies of young children carrying them down the river. The villagers could not bear to look at them, so they could only look up at the sky and resist moving forward.

The city tower soon appeared in front of us. The Qing soldiers who broke through it were busy burning, killing, and plundering, so naturally they had no time to repair the city wall.
Chapter completed!