Chapter 162 Women of the Eternal (Part 2)

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Zhu Gan's mind was extremely clear, and the morale of the Red Army who intercepted the White Rod Soldier was also excited. Then he shouted loudly: "Rise the flag and tell them that the time for the decisive battle has come."

The cavalry of the third battalion began to close the defense line at the same time, and no longer saved ammunition and arrows at this time. In a short period of time, the anger that the Red Army had already been holding back was poured out.

"General Qin, break through! There is no chance of winning anymore." The young man in white has been following Qin Liangyu. After the war began, he never said a word. At this time, he saw that the 30,000 elite soldiers of the stone pillar were about to be wiped out by the Red Army, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Qin Liangyu glanced at him coldly and sneered: "I am for the court this life, I don't want to be scolded as a corrupt when I am old. If you want to leave, you will leave! Sichuan is my hometown, and now it is under the thief's hand. Am I going somewhere else? Then I would rather die."

"You can still go back to the stone pillar! As long as the stone pillar is still in your hands, the Red Army will not be calm in Sichuan." The White Young Master advised.

Qin Liangyu's face was cold and his eyebrows were flying, and he shouted: "Thirty thousand Shizhu children follow me to fight. Do I want to go back alone? What kind of face do I have to meet Shizhu's elders? How should my son see me? I am already one in sixty this year and have enough of living. I don't have to say anything more, go!"

There are 30,000 stone pillar soldiers, and there are less than a few thousand people left. Qin Liangyu waved her hand coldly. Now she is dying about life and death. No matter how she persuades her, she will be unpleasant and shouted: "Today, I will be loyal to the country, and I will kill the thief!"

The trapped beasts are still fighting, and the attack before death is often the most terrifying. Looking at the powerful force suddenly burst out by the extremely tired thousands of people, Zhu Gan admired him and whispered in a low voice: "Whether it is a dark cloud or a white cloud, as long as you keep the eyes of the distance, you should be cleared. You are fighting for this country and you are worthy of admiration after death. The people of this country will remember you in the future, so I will send you the last journey in my way."

"Hold my spear..." Zhu Gan roared at the top of his lungs, threw away the musket with exhausted ammunition in his hand, picked up the Xiuchun Knife straight and pointed it at the Shizhubing.

"Hold my spear..." The soldiers shouted loudly with Zhu Gan. The battle song had been integrated into their souls. Whenever it sounded, it was the time to fight.

"Hold my spear, repair my armor, work together with my brothers, and storm the battlefield. In Shura Hell, the sky will live up to the will of fighting, and fight for China." Screaming, roaring, and shouting at the top of your lungs. When every word blurted out, the morale of the Red Army was a little high, the resonance of the soul and the boiling blood were like a dose of stimulant injecting into the heart, with a fanatical expression.

"Kill!" With a rumbling sound, the two armies collided fiercely. There was no fancy, simple but deadly. The desperate melody was played high, and the god of death was also laughing loudly, constantly harvesting fresh lives. No matter what identity he was before, his husband, father, and son, all this was no longer important.

The hymn of death is to fight for the future of this nation and the fate of this ancient country. Never end, and never regret it.

At this time, Zhu Gan was full of passion and abandoned the conspiracy and vicious plots, fighting left and right. He seemed to have endless force in his body. He became more and more brave as he fought. His eyes could not see anything. He was blood red. The shouts and fighting sounds in his ears turned into a high-pitched dragon roar.

"Kill... Kill..." Only killing can calm the hot blood in the body. A spear stabbed in the chest, so fast that the personal army beside Zhu Gan could not react at all. Faced with this sure-killing move, even Wang Chengen did not react.

This shot came from Qin Liangyu, who was ashamed of his hometown, ashamed of the court, ashamed of the emperor, and ashamed of all kinds of complex thoughts flashed through her, making her eyes red. Nothing could calm her heart apart from killing. She recognized the leader of the Red Army, no matter who he was, she must die at this time.

Zhu Gan thought he could not escape at all, but the mysterious feeling appeared again, and everything around him became slow, and the eyes were filled with balls of beating flames. Death was like a lamp extinguished, and even more like a fire extinguished. Looking at the flames soaring into the sky on the battlefield, this was the burning and releasing of countless lives.

The flame in front of him was extremely vigorous, and the heat on the tip of the spear burned so much that he could hardly open his eyes. He slowly turned around and avoided the hot flame, and slashed it with a long sword. Swish! Blood splattered everywhere, and a big head flew into the sky.

Zhu Gan was completely stunned. I don’t know if the scene in front of me was because of the strange illusion just now or because he cut off her head with his own hands.

Qin Liangyu felt that she had flew up and flew up to the sky, looking down at the entire battlefield, watching the Shizhu children fall down one by one, her heart was cut, but she didn't feel any headache. She wanted to speak up and let them surrender, but in the end she fell to the ground, feeling relaxed, extremely relaxed, and nothing could make her worry anymore.

In the eighth year of Chongzhen, the first year of the new emperor's succession, Qin Liangyu and an unknown mountain outside Chengdu Prefecture died in battle. Thirty thousand stone pillars were wiped out, and all 150,000 officers and soldiers were captured. The news reached the capital, and the world shook, and the power of the Red Army once again shocked everyone.

The court then issued an edict, posthumously conferring Qin Liangyu as the Shangzhu Kingdom, the crown prince, the tutor, the Marquis of Zhongzhen, and the first-rank imperial concubine, and the posthumously named "Zodiac, which is extremely glorious."

At the same time, another order was issued, and Ma Xianglin was appointed as the Shizhu Xuanfu Envoy, guarding Shizhu for generations, and promoted to the commander of the capital, general of the Zhendong, general of Sichuan, and Ma Xianglin also became one of the most powerful people in Sichuan.

Zhu Gan's heart did not change at all when he killed Qin Liangyu by mistake. Only when a real man was wrapped in a horse and was the luckiest thing in his life. Although Qin Liangyu was a female general, he was more heroic than most real man and died on the bed as old as he was on the bed. This may be a seemingly beautiful ending for others, but for her, it should be the best ending.

Neither the guilt was guilty, and Zhu Gan was unwilling to commit more killings. Qin Liangyu was dead, and most of the remaining Shizhu soldiers loyal to Qin Liangyu surrendered one after another. It was not that they did not want to fight the Red Army to die and avenge their dead brothers, but the fact was the fact that they had to live. They had wives and children, and their widows needed to take care of them, so they needed to live well. Sometimes it was easy to die, but when they needed to survive, they were the real courage and the real man.

While Zhu Gan was cleaning the battlefield, several riders came in a hurry. When they arrived in front of Zhu Gan, the horses under the mount foamed and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the guards on the side were quick and helped the fallen knight. The knight forced himself to say something, and fainted and was unconscious.

Upon hearing this news, Zhu Gan was shocked. Unexpectedly, he still miscalculated. As expected, Jiang was still old, but with Lu Xiangsheng around, he could feel much more at ease.

At this time, not far from Chengdu Prefecture, the official army flags covered the sun and flicked. No matter who Sun Chengzong had been on the battlefield for decades, he always wanted to defeat him in a grand manner at the last moment, so they liked to use righteousness and oppress others with power. That's why Zhu Gan was also in a dead end.

As for Sun Chengzong, whether it was Zhu Youjian himself or his understanding of later generations, he was a very powerful person. Although the court had no soldiers or food available, he still did not dare to underestimate Sun Chengzong. However, what Zhu Gan didn't understand was that the official army, who had a slaughter at the city of Chongqing, appeared in Chengdu soon and directly seized his retreat.

This plan was so strange and so coincidental that it made Zhu Gan dizzy and completely confused. The joy of capturing 120,000 people was gone, and his mind was buzzing and he was knocked out.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Chengdu is a crucial section, which stocks up all the treasures, food, weapons and all the efforts he has seized from the Red Army. If the city is broken at this time, all the efforts he has made before will turn into ashes, and the Red Army will have its foundation cut off.

If Sun Chengzong got those things, it would make the official army more powerful, and it would be more likely that the Ming court would take this breath and continue to rot.

This is by no means what Zhu Gan is willing to see. It is not only his ambitions and dreams, but also the lifeblood of this nation. All of this must be in his own control. Only he can make this ancient nation take fewer detours in the future and more stable.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gan's manic mood finally calmed down and he became more and more determined. He looked at Yu Song, Gao Qiang, Ma Zhiming and others who were tired of him, and said in a deep voice: "Do you still have the strength?"

All three of them knew about the crisis in Chengdu, and without any hesitation, they said in unison: "Yes, even if you kill another one, it won't be a problem."

Zhu Gan noticed that the three of them were excited tone, but their expressions were different, especially Yu Song, who had endless thoughts written on his black face. Zhu Gan looked at him and asked, "Yu Song, I remember that in the Zhuozhou yamen that day, you said that you were from Gaoyang and that the teacher came from Chengzong. Is it because Sun Chengzong is your teacher?"

"Lord, forgive me! I didn't mean to hide my humble position, it's true." Yu Song knelt on one knee and said in a low voice.

Zhu Gan breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, stepped forward in person, grabbed Yu Song's arm with both hands, and helped him up: "You are thinking too much. You are a disciple of Teacher Sun. I am too happy, so how can I blame you? If this court is really open-minded and can make the people live in the same house, wear the same clothes, and eat the same food, then how can I have the opportunity to rise up? You and I come together, all for this goal. I think Teacher Sun will be happy for you if you know your purpose."

"Thank you for understanding, lord." Yu Song blinked his dry eyes a few times, and said in a low voice with a choked and sobbing voice.
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