One of the nine gates in the capital, under the Desheng Gate.

In the heavy rain.

The lonely back, one person, one horse, one sword...

One arm.

Go to 20,000 enemies!

"Three thousand camps, kill!!!"

Luo Ming rushed into the enemy formation, and thousands of Oara cavalry pressed forward. He was about to cut down with a sword, but he wanted to fight to the death, and also killed one more enemy for the Ming Dynasty and the future generations of China!

'As long as I kill one more person, today the Ming army will have one less enemy!'

'tomorrow……'

'the day after tomorrow……'

‘A hundred years later…’

‘The future generations of China will lose generations of enemies!’

‘Even if I can only kill one in the end…’

‘I…I’m willing to die for it too!!!’

Luo Ming grinned, and there were countless Oirat cavalry facing him.

When the two sides were about to fight and the scimitars of the Oirat cavalry were ready to chop them down together, he suddenly stepped on the horse's back, used the horse's back to exert force, jumped high, and threw the sword in his hand straight at a leading Oirat general!

"laugh!"

He stabbed General Ola in the chest with a sword, but because Luo Ming had already exhausted his energy, he was unable to penetrate the sword through his chest when the enemy soldiers had armor.

Luo Ming's eyes left a glimmer of hope from the beginning to the end... turning into despair.

I'm the only one...

still……

Still can't do it?

Luo Ming smiled bitterly, and he lost his power point and fell from the air.

One after another, the scimitars of the Oirat cavalry were raised high at his place.

Luo Ming's body fell down, and three thousand camps of people rang out in his mind, brothers of life and death.

"Shit----"

"Shit----"

"Shit!"

After scimitars passed by, Luo Ming finally... fell into a pool of blood.

He only had the last trace of consciousness, the corners of his mouth trembled weakly, and blood kept flowing down...

"Big...Da Ming..."

"Later life..."

"Yes... I'm sorry, I... can only kill this one..."

This was a whisper without any turbulent whispers on the battlefield.

Luo Ming's body couldn't help trembling because of the ruptured chest cavity. He had no strength at all, so he would say anything more...

His eyes were red, his head drooped, and he looked blankly at the fallen soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalions.

At the end of his life, he is a camp with one man and one horse.

At the end of his life, he still misses the Ming Dynasty and the future generations...

At that time, no one heard this.

The Ming army, who was fighting desperately trying to rescue Luo Ming, could only watch powerlessly in amid his angry expression... The angry general of Oirat, led the war horses of the Oirat cavalry, stepped over Luo Ming's body one after another, again and again...

"General Luo!"

"General Luo!"

Yu Qian and all the Ming soldiers were furious.

"Brothers, fight with the Oirats and avenge the brothers of the Three Thousand Battalions!"

"If you don't take this revenge, you will be a man of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Give my brothers from the Three Thousand Camps back my life!"

"Give me back the life of my dead brother!"

The Ming army went completely crazy. They were like wild wolves, killing Ola one by one, one by one!

Even though this heavy rain can wash away all the blood.

It cannot be washed away, the Ming army’s hatred towards the Oirat people!

They fight for their lives and swear to repay blood with blood!!!

Just when Ola decided to order a full siege to attack the city.

suddenly!

Behind and on both sides of the Oirat army!

There were many shouts that shook the world and the earth!

"The Ming Dynasty is here to prepare the Japanese army. Who dares to invade our Ming Dynasty?!"

"Since you're here, don't think about leaving!"

"The Ming Dynasty is here, and those who offend our Ming Dynasty will die!!!"

The three formations of shouts came from different directions.

The huge sound of horse hooves was like a muffled thunder!

"Your Majesty, the Japanese army and the Beicao army are here!"

"Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty is saved, and China is saved!!!"

"The people of the mountains and rivers are saved!"

Yu Qian's eyes were filled with tears, looking at Zhu Qiyu, laughing and crying!

Zhu Qiyu had tears in his eyes, and was also very excited.

He remembered the three thousand battalions that fought to the death to hold the Ola Army, and even if he was only one person, he still stood up to the backbone of the Ming army!

He burst into tears at the corner of his eyes, raised his sword high, and used all his strength in his life to roar: "Kill!"

"kill!!!"

"Blood debt is paid back!!!"

Zhu Qiyu's throat seemed to be about to burst.

The Ming army finally... began a counterattack!

"Blood debt is paid back!!!"

The Ming army at Deshengmen began to charge even more crazily, and they all adopted a life-threatening style.

An Oirat enemy soldier stabbed him with a knife, and another Ming army was stabbed in the abdomen, but he just sneered and returned it with a sword!

A Ming cavalry and an Oirat cavalry fell off their war horses. The Ming cavalry hugged him tightly and rolled directly to the place where the horses were galloping the most, and died with him!

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

At this moment, there were bursts of shouts after bursts of shouts!

That was the roar that many Ming soldiers roared out before they died!

They used their lives to interpret what the mighty force of the Ming Dynasty is...

What……

It is the glory of the Ming Dynasty!

The joining of the Beicao Army and the Bei Japanese Army quickly reversed the situation. The Ola had no choice but to withdraw his troops. He died 30,000 direct troops, and was able to save his life!

After the war ends.

No Ming army was smiling.

They came to the place where Luo Ming died in their memory.

Only the horse's hooves of the Oirat cavalry after another were seen, but no... Luo Ming's body was seen.
To be continued...