Chapter 1 Soul Soul Soul Soul Soul Comes Back

"Zhugan, your dog is a cultural person at least. Don't die. The underworld doesn't have any advice. The dragon soul on the ground will count on you in the future..."

"Pig liver, how do you plan to let me fry you? With such a high education, I didn't have the energy to join the army, which is a waste..."

"Bamboo, run away quickly! Brothers are covering up, as long as there is one person in Dragon Soul..."

The suffocation feeling surged endlessly, making people desperate. The rapid sound of horse hooves in their ears gradually faded away. Zhu Gan tried to tear open the breath that was pressing on his body, and opened his eyes and gasped heavily.

The sunset! It is as bright as blood.

Air! Fishy vomit.

The firefighting that shocked the hundred-year-old Wild Man Mountain flashed in front of his eyes one by one, the captain, the cook, the stone... and the immortal god of iron blood and fire belonging to the dragon soul.

Listening to the shouts and fighting sounds in the distance, he reached out to touch the gun hanging on his shoulder, but one hand pressed his shoulder. A face full of vicissitudes said in fear: "Didn't do what you want to do, don't move, do you want to kill us?"

Zhu Gan frowned, and a trace of jingle flashed in his eyes. How could he be so relaxed? It made people approach him. The old man who appeared in front of him seemed a little strange. Did he have already left the Wild Man Mountain in panic: "Old man, what is this place? Is it China..."

The old man's face was covered with vegetation, wrinkles piled up like deep ravines, and was full of vicissitudes he had experienced. He had nothing else in his eyes except deep fear. After hearing Zhu Gan's words, he sighed deeply and said in panic: "Not only is he a nerd, but he was also frightened by the Tartar soldiers. I hope that this scholar can make an idea and do evil! The Virgin Mary blesses the guardians under his seat and can withstand the Tartar soldiers!"

"Madame Mother, guardian, Tartar soldiers... ancient costumes, no wonder these people dressed so quickly. Which crew did this filming in the mountains?" A few words flashed through my mind, but I always felt that some things were missing.

The Jurchens are less than ten thousand, and they are invincible if they are more than ten thousand. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it can summarize the powerful combat power of the Jurchen cavalry. This may be a typical representative of the poor mountains and bad waters that lead to troubled people.

The team of Later Jin Iron Cavalry running quickly in the distance, although the formation was a little scattered, they were all silent, giving people a strong pressure that was coming to their faces.

The front cavalry leader was an authentic Later Jin Jiannu. He was wearing tattered cotton armor and was short but extremely strong. On his green scalp, he had an extremely ugly rat-tailed braid, swaying left and right with the charge, bringing his barbaric and ferociousness to the extreme.

Their goal is a quiet village in the distance, and the home of this group of ragged people hiding among the mountains and stone forests.

In the eyes of this group of Later Jin cavalry, everything in the Ming Dynasty was so beautiful. The Ming people were no different from the fat cattle and sheep on the grassland. Of course, there was a little difference. There were wolves they worshiped on the grassland, but there were no, and there were only pigs and sheep that could be slaughtered here.

The horse's hooves quickly stepped through the dry fields outside the village, plunged into the sparse woods, rumbling! The grin on the face of the cavalry leader frozen, and the powerful habitual xing threw him out, turned in the air for a few turns, and before he could react, a spear fell from the sky and pierced his throat.

The suddenly straightened tripping horses in the forest did not trip all the cavalry. The cavalry behind them were eager to stop. Except for the cavalry that was too hurrying and tripped by the tripping horses, none of them fell off because of their speed. It showed their superb horse control skills, and they even shouted loudly in Manchu. The cavalry either bent their bows and arrows or draw their swords to sheath, quickly gathered together, and temporarily formed a defensive round formation.

From this point of view, we can see that although the Later Jin people were ignorant, they were not stupid. They would not only focus on attacking before they could figure out the situation.

In the small woods, there were shouts of killing everywhere. The white surname, dressed in tattered clothes and pale-faced skinny, crawled out of the soil nest with a sharpened wooden stick in his hand, shouted and rushed towards the Jurchen cavalry.

Looking at the ruined scene around him, Zhu Gan took a breath of turbid air and said with some relief: "This scene and makeup are so fuckingly realistic. It must be a big-made movie, that's really real! Even the air has a faint smell of blood..."

"Look at the leader of the cavalry, he can still stand up after being pierced through his throat. It's so fake. Do you want to steal the scene? Do you think you Stephen Chow!"

"Although there are big production scenes, the screenwriter really lacks common sense! If you want to ambush, just rush to the end! The Later Jin cavalry did not encounter ambush and the morale of the army was broken. The formation was still good, how could they charge? This tripping rope was also arranged in a problem. If it was a front and back attack, casting nets on all sides, they would completely lose their motivation..."

Zhu Gan stood on the stone pier and looked at it, pounding his chest and stamping his feet loudly. The old man pulled his trouser legs and said in panic: "Idiot, come down quickly, don't be so conspicuous, you are still fighting! The Tartars found us, but they were miserable..."

"Everyone is a supporting role. Are you just afraid that I will steal your scene? With such a big production, I don't know how many cameras are hidden. Don't worry! I will take pictures of the front. Besides, I just show my face and leave immediately. I have something urgent to do! I don't know who wore this round-neck scholarly outfit. The outside is quite shiny, and the silk underwear inside is patched, and it will be broken when the action is big."

After Zhu Gan said that, he lifted up his straight hem and checked his costume. Suddenly his whole body was fixed. His hands were slender and white, his flesh was loose, and his body was extremely weak. It was not because of his weakness and dehydration after escaping from the Wild Man Mountain, but because of his lack of exercise.

Isn’t this the state I was before I graduated? I was as thin as a bamboo pole! I was so weak that I fell down when the wind blew, and I was chaotic when the disease came.

The calluses on the hand were gone, and the beating of the heart was no longer strong and heavy. He even punched it out, as if he was giving a massage to the women. He was really powerless.

"What's going on!" Zhu Gan stood in a daze, and countless scenes quickly passed through his mind. With a loud bang, a dazzling white light flashed, and his body was swallowed by the fire and torn into countless pieces. The last memory was that he was blown to death and he had no escape at all.

Zhu Gan showed a strange expression on his face, as if he was smiling but not laughing, as if he was crying but not crying, mixed with sadness, and said in a daze: "I am the last person of Dragon Soul. I'm done, and Dragon Soul is done, too. Captain, I have let down your trust, Dragon Soul is finished..."

At this time, the battle in the forest completely turned around. More than a hundred young and strong men with wooden sticks and stones in their hands were killed by the Later Jin cavalry surrounded by them, showing a one-sided massacre. If the two leaders had not tried their best to resist the chopping and slaughter, they would have collapsed long ago.

"Let's go and help the guardians! Kill these Tartar soldiers, otherwise we will all die..." The old man standing next to Zhu Gan obviously had some knowledge and knew that the Tartar soldiers could not recover. He mustered up the courage to raise his arms and shouted, picked up the stones beside him, and ran towards the battlefield with his old arms and legs.

Without the test of discipline and blood, farmers are just farmers after all, and will not become jing soldiers. What's more, they are fighting against the most vicious robbers these days. The entry into the capital five years ago has completely scared the people of the capital. If someone hadn't taken the lead in resisting, they would have fled to the capital long ago.

"Don't be messed up, kill me. Their arrows have been used up. As long as we kill them, we can survive..." Among the tall man and woman who took the lead in chopping and slashing, the tall man in a short-shot dress kept waving the goose-feeding sword in his hand. However, this time it was not slashing at the cavalry, but at the person who wanted to turn around and escape.

At this time, the first person to escape was the first to lead the escape, and the courage that everyone had to hold on their chests was poured out cleanly, and they all followed suit and turned to escape, and the melee became even more chaotic.

Although everyone knew clearly that they had a 90% chance of escaping before the battle, and they were chased by the Tartar soldiers who rushed out of the woods with the help of horsepower, they could not control so much. In the face of fear, they could live for a while!

Even the leading man, waving the Yanling Knife's arm, gradually relaxed. A Tartar soldier saw the opportunity and knocked him away. He immediately shouted in horror: "Junior sister! The wind is tight, it's tugging..."

After saying that, he left another woman and turned around and ran away. When he ran away, he would even kick the man away because the person in front of him was in trouble.

The woman gritted her teeth with hatred, and swallowed the words of advice from her mouth. She saw that she was the only one who supported her, no matter how high her martial arts skills were, she could not resist the tacit cooperation between regular troops. She kicked the horse on the leg, kicked the horse to the ground, turned around and ran away.

She was holding a bloody knife in her hand, and her body was extremely flexible. She surpassed everyone after the first attack and retreated to the hill.

At this time, there were no encircled Later Jin cavalry. They did not become trembling because they were almost wiped out. Instead, they became even more bloodthirsty and fierce, like fish leaping into the sea, birds entering the mountains and forests, and rushed out of the woods in a breeze, vowing to trample these timid southerners into pieces.

The screams and begging for mercy were not exchanged for the mercy of the Later Jin cavalry. On the contrary, the people kneeling on the ground, after rushing over, left a headless corpse on the spot, and a big head that flew high up, still struggling in their mouths begging for mercy.

"What's that!" Zhu Gan looked at the scene in front of him in amazement. At this moment, there was no extra time to be sad. Two possible analyses quickly appeared in his mind, either the people died with him, or the seemingly wild and crazy Tartars died, but no matter who died or how to die, this is a very serious academic issue.

Zhu Gan shook his head. When is it? He is still analyzing and thinking in his mind. In his previous life, he was a team of staff and a typical academic faction. In the end, he was powerless in the face of such an ending. As a result, the scholar failed to rebel for ten years, but instead took his life. To succeed, he had to activists. He covered his head and could always hit individuals with three poles.
Chapter completed!