Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The scenery of Wuling Mountain is good, but no one comes or goes in or out. It is said that the beasts inside are in disaster.

　　 Yang Rong is not interested in this. He is thinking about how to have a good relationship with Zhu Gaochi after returning, and how to recover the rift caused by the dispute between civil and military affairs.

　　 "The enemy... the enemy attack!"

　　 Yang Rong just raised his head when he heard a sad scream. Then the whole team looked to the right together.

　　 In the distant mountain pass, a group of cavalry in tattered leather jackets rushed out, waving long knives in their hands and screaming in their mouths.

　　 "It's Harith!"

　　 Thousand household officials glanced at the number of people who rushed out, and shouted desperately: "More than two thousand people, Mr. Yang, retreat! Go to the general stone! The lower officials desperately block them!"

　　 Yang Rong felt that all his blood was solidified in an instant, and he sternly shouted: "Fight against the enemy! Defend the enemy right away!"

　　 The thousand household officials didn’t need him to remind them, they had already lined up, and when they were busy, they turned around and saw that Yang Rong and others were still there, and shouted, "Master Yang, go!"

　　 Yang Rong drew out his long sword, and said in a deep voice: "This officer will not go anywhere today. If he is killed in battle, he will die for Daming! All soldiers, fight the enemy bravely!"

　　 This familiar word stunned the soldiers, but they looked ahead, but they didn't see the emperor, and their morale was immediately stagnant.

The Qianhu official smiled bitterly, and whispered to Deputy Qianhu: "He dared to give up his life, but he didn't dare to take the lead in rushing into the battle. Just like Uncle Xinghe said, going with me and going with me are totally different things. It's self-defeating to get down."

　　 Deputy Qianhu said with a sneer: "The warriors in the battle are still farther away, and they will only make mistakes."

　　 Qianhu official nodded and said: "Blocking is unstoppable, prepare, this officer will lead you into the battle."

　　 Deputy Qianhu nodded, and then bravely rushed to the forefront, racing back and forth in front of the formation, shouting: "Brothers, for Daming!"

　　 More than a thousand people shouted in unison: "For Daming!"

　　 Qianhuguan looked back at Yang Rong with an impassioned face, then rushed to the front, raising his sword and shouting: "Da Ming Wansheng!"

　　 "Da Ming Wansheng!"

　　The voice seemed weak in the cold wind.

　　 Qianhuguan looked at the accelerating enemy army. He knew that the surviving Harits were brave and brave. Two against one, he was not an opponent.

　　 Can you always run away, right?

　　 If it were not dragged down by Yang Rong and others, Qianhu officials would choose guerrilla, and then slowly drag the enemy forces to their deaths.

　　 But not now!

　　 Seeing the low morale, the Qianhu officials once again drove back and forth in front of the formation, shouting, "Da Ming wins!"

　　 "Da Ming Wansheng!"

　　 Thousand household officials rode their horses to the center, raised their swords, and then rushed towards the enemy force.

　　 If he doesn't want to collapse in a battle, he must take the lead.

　　 "Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

　　 "Kill the enemy!"

　　 The bravery of the thousand household officials finally aroused the sluggish morale in despair, and the cavalry began to accelerate, holding the handle of the knife with cold hands, ready to drink the blood.

　　 "I want to lose!"

　　 Although Wen Fang didn't understand the battle formation, he knew that it was a difficult problem to hit the crowd with less.

　　 Yang Rong rode a horse to watch and said, "Who can kill the enemy, go now."

　　 A civil official said, "I have studied swordsmanship for a few years when I was in the government, so let's go first, Daming Wansheng!"

　　 This is to die!

　　 Looking at his confident appearance, Yang Rong, who has experienced many battles, smiled bitterly.

　　 When the civil official fought forward, the front had already collided with each other.

　　 The man turned his back on his horse, and the Qianhu official had already cut off two heads, but the dangerous situation made him understand one thing.

　　 want to lose!

　　The frozen faces and hands of those Hares were covered with frostbite, and even some of them couldn't hold a long knife securely, so they let it go after a block.

After 　　 could be cut off the long knife, these Harlems were not surprised, but rushed over frantically, holding the Ming army and falling under the horse, and then both were trampled to death.

　　 This is a desperate enemy!

　　 Just like the destruction of the boat in the past, the desperate Harem burst out with a frenzied aura, and from time to time you can see the tragic life-for-life.

　　 Qianhuguan was also slammed by a Harlem, but his reaction was quick, he knocked the man down with an elbow of his backhand, and then shouted, "Kill them!"

　　 Yang Rong and the others can't take care of it anymore. At this moment, the only way to get rid of the tragic entanglement is to break through the Harem formation and then turn around again.

　　 But the Harlem was desperately entangled, and someone kept yelling for command.

　　 "My lord, they are going to keep us all here, and then fight to death for their king."

　　 Qianhuguan heard despair. At this moment, what he regrets most is intercepting the Harit.

　　 The two-winged Harlem kept shrinking, and the Ming army kept falling as the arrows flew.

　　 The battle was so fierce that Wen Fang's legs trembled. He wanted to escape, but his hands were weak and he could not turn his horse around.

　　 Yang Rong sighed and said: "The official died here today, wait and run away."

　　 Escape Nima!

　　 None of the civil servants who accompanied him escaped. In this icy environment, how could they run the Harlem.

　　 A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Rong’s mouth, and he murmured: "Your Majesty, is this going to kill the officials? Then why use Hariths?!"

　　 Yang Rong, as the first assistant, did not stand on his side in the dispute between Zhu Gaochi and the civil officials, but loomed and hugged the civil officials.

　　 From Peking to the present, Yang Rong has been thinking about how to repair the relationship between the monarch and his subjects.

　　 But now it seems that this relationship is difficult to repair.

　　 A thousand households accompanied...too few!

　　 Yang Rong had forgotten the advice of the guard of Gubeikou at this moment, and only felt that he had become a victim of the conspiracy.

　　 There is a big horror between life and death. Under this horror, even the most generous people will change their personalities.

　　 "There is the sound of horseshoes!"

　　 Yang Rong, who was in despair and indignation, did not look back. It was located between Gubeikou and Jiangjunshi. There were no people to see, let alone reinforcements.

　　 Wenfang looked sideways on horseback with difficulty, and saw a black cavalry on the right galloping towards this side.

　　 He blinked his eyes, his lips quivered with excitement, and Ai Ai yelled in expectation: "Aid...Aid..."

　　 An official had already seen the army and saw the banner. He shouted frantically: "Reinforcement is here! Reinforcement is here!"

　　 Yang Rong's body shook, and when he turned around, he saw the army~www.wuxiaspot.com~sir, it was Jubaoshanwei! "

　　 Yang Rong nodded, and when he saw someone in his entourage whimpering, he laughed at himself: "This official is punishing my heart, punish my own heart!"

　　 In his despair, he thought that Zhu Gaochi had let himself die, but he ignored that he chose to leave the customs, and he did not expect that Jubaoshanwei would follow him.

　　 Calculate the time, that is, on the second day after they left Beijing, Jubao Mountain Guard was dispatched.

　　 "Your Majesty..."

　　 Yang Rong's vision was a bit blurred, his eyes were full of tears, and his guilt overwhelmed the joy after escaping from the dead.

　　 "Reinforcements are coming!"

　　 The Ming army, who was struggling to fight, heard this shout, and their morale was immediately boosted.

　　 And the Harlie people also saw the Ming army, and one of them shouted in despair: "It's under the command of that demon god!"

　　 During the Northern Expedition, all the firearms of the Ming Army were under the unified command of Fang Xing. The terrible firepower and tenacity of fighting spirit made the Hares frightened.

　　 Morale collapsed like this.

　　 It was only ten breaths from the first Harlem back and fleeing towards the mountain pass until the entire army collapsed.

　　 "Wu Yue went to block the mountain pass, and the rest, rush in."

　　 Lin Qun'an rushed over immediately and issued an order.

　　 Then Wen Fang saw a killing with his own eyes.

　　 The sergeants of Baoshanwei gathered and dismounted immediately after being close, and then started a salvo from the outside. The Ming army in the encirclement took the opportunity to kill them and launched interceptions on the periphery.

　　 The muskets fired, and the Harlems fell off their horses one after another. And they, who dared to change their lives just now, unexpectedly dismounted and asked to surrender.