Chapter 131 If you are not rebellious, who are you?

Mao Wenlong looked at the crumbling Ningyuan City in the distance and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist. There was no emotion on his face, neither sadness nor hatred.

"The current generation of Liaodong generals had no choice. If they die, they will die. If they can live..." Mao Wenlong took a deep breath, and then his eyes suddenly condensed: "Kill him and the world will be turned upside down!

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"Brothers, kill with me!!!" Mao Wenlong shouted angrily, raised the steel knife high, flicked the reins, and rode the horse directly out, killing countless casualties and burying countless bones in Ningyuan City, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

Come out,

"Ascend to Ningyuan City and carry you up with the red flag!" Mang Gurtai laughed loudly first, then pulled out a long sword from his waist and raised it high above his head: "Children of the Eight Banners, follow me and charge to kill!"

"Kill!!!"

Mang Gurtai was unparalleled in bravery. He held a long sword and leaped up on his horse. After he got up, he started to thunder. Countless Eight Banners cavalry followed Mang Gurtai towards Ningyuan City.

At this moment, if you look at Ningyuan City from a distance, you can see that in the city, white flames are everywhere, and the burning flames, some are the determination to die in the city, some are the tragic and helpless sacrifices for the country, and some are the helplessness that cannot bear the humiliation. In the city

There are broken walls, corpses and carrion everywhere. In just half a month, the entire Ningyuan City suffered almost

All the main forces of the Eight Banners Army attacked in turn. Even the ground outside Ningyuan City seemed to have been trampled and sank several inches. The entire ground had turned red. The blood seeping from the high walls of the city wall was enough to refill the Xiaoling River.

, and Yingye’s body can block the mouth of the Linghe River, which is about 100 meters wide...

"If Ningyuan City is lost, none of your wives, daughters, relatives, or relatives will be spared. Today, death means death. You must not be humiliated by barbarians. Therefore, self-immolation as a family is the last way to preserve your reputation." Xiong Tingbi Shen

Wearing armor and a round helmet, he stood on a high place and said to the people in the city: "Therefore, at this time, everyone in the city

Men, young and old, should all go out of the city to fight the enemy to the death! Even if it is a dog, it should be brought out and bite off a piece of Jiannu's flesh! Whether it is to preserve Ningyuan, to protect the home, or to kill the enemy for revenge!

Men like you should go out of the city to kill the enemy. This is to repay the king's kindness and go to the national disaster!"

"Follow me and kill the slaves!" Xiong Tingbi raised his sword high and shouted to thousands of civilians and soldiers.

"Kill all the slaves, whether they are dead or not, to repay the emperor's favor!" Yuan Chonghuan stood next to Xiong Tingbi. His clothes were already stained with blood, and his hair crown was thrown away without knowing where he was. He was holding a curled blade in his hand.

The steel knife looks murderous.

"Kill!!!"

Under the personal leadership of the Prime Minister of Liaodong Province, at this moment, all the men in Ningyuan City picked up weapons, including those with weapons, and those without weapons, kitchen knives, wooden sticks, brooms, door bolts, whatever weapons they had at hand, and rushed toward the city gate.

And go.

At this moment, on the wall of Ningyuan City.

With a bang, a general who looked like Qianhu from the Ming Dynasty chopped down the Houjin soldier in front of him with a sword, and then immediately took a step towards the Jurchen who fell to the ground and had not yet gotten up.

Bang!

For the first time, the Jurchens were able to block with their swords.

Bang!

With the second blow, there was a click, and the Jurchen's arm bone was broken, and the long knife in his hand also fell.

Puff.

For the third time, the long knife slashed down vertically, directly from the Jurchen's chest. The long knife scraped open the armor and broke the flesh. In an instant, the white intestines were exposed to the air with steam.

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Ah!!!

This Jurchen was not only in pain but also frightened. Her roar almost drowned out the fighting sounds around her. While roaring, she held her intestines with her hands, trying to stuff them back into her stomach.

"Why bother?" Qianhu Guan laughed ferociously, flipped his wrist, and turned the blade of the knife upside down. Before the Jin soldier could react, he slashed downwards with all his strength.

Pfft!!!

Blood splattered all over the body.

Hou Jinbing held his own intestines in his hands and opened his eyes. He was already dead.

Reaching out to wipe away the blood from his eyes, Cao Qianhu licked his lips and felt a fishy taste, but the aura of killing enemies rose fiercely in his chest.

This scene of killing each other and putting each other to death is happening every moment on the entire Ningyuan City defense.

"Cao Qianhu! Bring your men and follow me to block the Houjin soldiers and horses in the north!" Yuan Chonghuan, with hundreds of soldiers, gave orders to Cao Qianhu and headed towards the north gate.<

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Ten days ago, Lao Cao was an official of hundreds of households. Because of his bravery in killing enemies and his merits in defending the city, he was promoted to an official of thousands of households by Xiong Tingbi and appointed to take charge of the Zuoxuanfeng camp.

At this moment, Mao Wenlong is leading his troops to fight with the Ming army to seize the North Gate stronghold.

Wearing a suit of armor, with a steel sword in hand, and leading a few godsons and officers and soldiers of the guard camp, Mao Wenlong almost easily killed the Ming army guarding this place.

With a puff, he pulled out the long knife from the flesh and blood. Mao Wenlong pointed at the north gate and shouted: "Break this gate! We are standing in Liaodong and can enjoy all the glory!"

At this point, no one can turn back.

Mao Wenlong had no choice, and Shang Kexi, Geng Jingzhong and others had no choice.

The more Ming soldiers you kill, the more you can prove that your choice is right.

This is a proof question, not a multiple choice question.

There was a loud bang, and the north gate collapsed under the constant bombardment of Hou Jin soldiers.

The huge door leaf fell down, dust flew up, and the earth trembled.

Ta da da!!!!

Through the smoke, Mao Wenlong saw what seemed to be reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty arriving.

"Brothers, we have no retreat. Kill these Ming troops. Tomorrow will be the day when we slaughter the city and enjoy it!" Mao Wenlong's heart twisted, he raised the long knife in his hand and shouted angrily: "Kill!!"
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Yuan Chonghuan had just arrived at the city gate at this time. The moment the door leaf fell, Yuan Chonghuan's heart started to rise: "We must not let Hou Jin take another step!!"

"Die to me! Barbarians and scoundrels dare to invade my country!" Cao Qianhu took a step forward, directly passed Yuan Chonghuan, and killed the soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty and the troops led by Mao Wenlong.

Yuan Chonghuan was a civil servant, but he also practiced the six arts of a gentleman, riding and shooting. Seeing that Qianhu Official had already stepped forward, he raised his long sword, rolled up his embroidered robe, shouted angrily, and followed him to kill him.

The men and horses on both sides came into contact instantly. In an instant, flesh and blood flew, swords flashed and blood shadows appeared.

After reaching this point, Mao Wenlong no longer felt any gratitude in his heart. The hand holding the knife was already full of veins, and his upper arm was curled up. What he wanted was to kill the enemy with the force of his sword.

With a clang, Mao Wenlong's knife edge met Cao Qianhu.

"Han?" Cao Qianhu saw Mao Wenlong's appearance and hair accessories. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes filled with anger, and he shouted angrily: "You are worthy of being a Han? You must die!"

As he spoke, Cao Qianhu resumed his offensive and struck down with force again.

Clang!!!

Mao Wenlong blocked the sword horizontally, grinning and revealing a row of scary white teeth: "Just talk nonsense!"

While talking, the two started their offensive again.

All around were the killing cries and roars of the Hou Jin and Ming armies.

Click click click!!!

After killing more than a hundred times, Cao Qianhu, who was already exhausted, finally felt a little weak. He couldn't match the strength of Mao Wenlong, so he staggered and walked backwards.

"Who's going to die?" Mao Wenlong shouted, raised his knife and chased after him.

With a bang, Cao Qianhu was kicked to the ground.

"You die!" Mao Wenlong took a step, almost straddling Cao Qianhu, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed down with the force.

With this blow, Lao Cao, who has just been promoted to CEO Qian, may have to confess that he is in the land of Liaodong.

"Mao Wenlong!"

At the critical moment, a sharp sound suddenly came from behind.

At the same time, a wave of blades struck from behind the neck with murderous intent.

In an instant, the hairs on Mao Wenlong's neck stood up.

With no time to dodge, between life and death, Mao Wenlong could only turn his wrist and swing the knife with all his strength to slash behind him.

The next second, there was a clang, and the knife edge cracked.

Both of them were shocked, and then retreated back.

Yuan Chonghuan didn't know Mao Wenlong, but the Han-like attire made the Liaodong Senator's mind pop up with three words: Mao Wenlong!

"Ming court civil servant," Mao Wenlong saw the person clearly and sneered. He was about to step forward and kill him when his vision suddenly went dark and a giant shadow pressed towards him.

Cao Qianhu took advantage of the air attack and jumped up and knocked Mao Wenlong down.

"Yuan Chonghuan!" Cao Qianhu strangled Mao Wenlong's neck, strangled him to the ground, and shouted to Yuan Chonghuan on the side: "Chop him!!!"

"Use your words!" Yuan Chonghuan moved his wrist and took a step forward with the long knife.

"I am not a rebel!" Mao Wenlong was unable to move. Seeing his death, he shouted sternly: "I am not a rebel!"

"Go to the underworld and talk!"

Pfft!

Yuan Chonghuan thrust his knife into Mao Wenlong's body.

"I'm not!"

Mao Wenlong's body froze, his eyes instantly condensed, and then began to relax.

Then Yuan Chonghuan turned his wrist, and the blade of the knife rotated along. Blood spattered everywhere, and the red blood flowed along the blade to the ground.

Yuan Chonghuan stared at Mao Wenlong's appearance and felt a familiar feeling for a moment. He opened and closed his lips and teeth and subconsciously said: "Rebellion!"
Chapter completed!