The vast river was filled with sails, like flying arrows, and quickly heading south from the north of the river. Outside was the surging river water. In the cabin, many soldiers were stalking on the side of the ship, their eyes closed, and their faces were as pale as paper.

Zhou He was even more sweaty with white hair. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and the sour water from his stomach sprayed out. He felt dizzy, his body tilted, and he actually pierced into the river.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed his belt, pulled him back, and threw it heavily to the bottom of the ship, which was like walking around the gates of hell.

"The shed leader, so many, thank you for helping you!"

Xiong Xin waved his hand: "Don't say these useless things, who else do you have seasickness? I have a rope, don't even bother to spit a boat, or no one can save you. A good man, who didn't die on the battlefield, drowned, would have become a joke!"

As he said that, Xiong Xin stood up, held the rope, and checked the soldiers' condition one by one, for fear of another danger.

"Chief, you are also from the north, why are you not afraid of seasickness?"

Xiong Xin smiled slightly: "I'm afraid too. Moreover, the first time I took a boat, I vomited worse than you. As a result, I was on the boat for a month, and I was getting used to it!"

A soldier asked with a smile: "Sheel Chief, I heard that you went south with the Duke of the State. You were still protecting the little emperor at that time?"

"Um!"

As soon as he heard the emperor, everyone was interested, and someone laughed and said, "I heard that the emperor is the true dragon emperor, and there are a lot of spirits around him to help him, and the gods and Buddhas in the heavens protect him!"

In order to divert the soldiers' attention, Xiong Xin also smiled and said, "The little emperor is just a mortal. At that time, we were both spitting together at the bow of the ship. If we had any gods and Buddhas to protect them, we were our Duke, that was those loyal and brave soldiers!"

"Sheel chief, have you fought with the Tartars at that time? Did the prince praise you?"

"No, but my father died in battle, and the Duke of the State personally put his spiritual position into the Martial Temple!"

When talking about his father, Xiong Xin's eyes became hazy, and his father was Xiong Hui. It was he who sacrificed his life to blow up the city gate that gave Gu Zhenhua the chance to escape.

As Xiong Hui's only son, Gu Zhenhua firmly opposed Xiong Xin's joining the army. According to Gu Zhenhua's idea, he was to take Xiong Xin by his side and train him well, so that he could read and read, and become a civil servant in the future. He would always leave the knife's head and lick blood. This would be worthy of Xiong Hui's spirit in heaven.

But Xiong Xin is particularly stubborn. His father recognized Gu Zhenhua as his life-saving benefactor, so he had to sacrifice his life to save him. He also recognized a way to inherit his father's career, truly make achievements on the battlefield, and glorify his ancestors.

He even threatened Gu Zhenhua in person, and if he didn't agree, he would wipe his neck immediately. Gu Zhenhua could only put him in the Youth Camp. Xiong Xin was still training honestly at the beginning. But he was eighteen years old after the New Year. The Youth Camp was all children of the 14th and 5th Century. Others were tall and tall, and they stood out.

The boy's stubborn temper came back again, begging Lu Yong for help, and transferred him to the regular army. However, his superiors intentionally or unintentionally put Xiong Xin behind. No matter how good his shooting results were, and no matter how good his hand-to-hand skills were, he would not have the chance to go to the front line.

After holding it in, Xiong Xin finally went south to Huguang this time, which gave Xiong Xin an opportunity. Looking at the surging Yangtze River, Xiong Xin clenched her fists secretly.

"Dad, your old hero must bless your child. As long as your child makes achievements, your old deeds will be known to everyone in the world that you are a real hero!"

At this moment, the ship approached the shore.

"Hurry, hurry up!"

Hearing the shouts, Xiong Xin hurriedly led his men to the ashore and stepped on the ground. The soldiers' faces finally regained a hint of humanity.

The cold river breeze blew, and everyone's heads became much clearer, and these young men recovered.

The place where they landed was only five miles away from Bailuji. In fact, this is quite dangerous. Once Wang Yuncheng is prepared, he will not be able to succeed when logging in. However, Gu Zhenhua has absolute confidence. Wang Yuncheng's attention is on the front, and Gu Zhenhua also bribed a general named Gao Kui.

These generals basically had no loyalty. What they wanted was just wealth and glory. When Gu Zhenhua sent someone to put 100,000 silver in front of him and added the position of general, Gao Kui obediently turned to An**.

He was leading the way for the soldiers who arrived on the south bank with his subordinates.

During the rest of the quarter of an hour, Xiong Xin and others gradually recovered their full spirits. Everyone held muskets in their hands and trotted towards Wang Yuncheng's back.

Experts can tell if there is any one at a glance. Gao Kui led the way in front. The sound of An** running behind him made him feel furrowed.

When he turned around suddenly, everyone's movements were exactly the same, his speed was exactly the same, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and he could only hear footsteps and breathing. This was not an army at all. Was it because he was learning from monkeys to pull out their hair and become?

Gao Kui knew in his heart that even if he stood there and did not move, he would not have the same spirit. A guy like him, who was born in a wild family, would never understand how An ** trained. In his heart, he could only regard these people as heavenly soldiers and generals.

Now, it is right to surrender as soon as possible. If you still follow Wang Yuncheng, you will definitely be dead!

An ** from a regiment arrived at the back of Wang Yuncheng, and everyone lined up in an orderly battle queue, waiting to eliminate the opponent.

Xiong Xin squatted on the ground, her butt pressed against her heel, and her waist was straightened. Her fingers holding the musket gradually turned white.

On the training ground, even at the bedside, he practiced how to kill an enemy million times, but it was not until now that he was on the battlefield for the first time, and he was no longer facing targets, but living people!

Inside my chest, the hot heart kept beating, and my face turned red unconsciously.

At this moment, suddenly the sound of cannons on the city wall sounded, and three consecutive cannons were heard, and Xiong Xin subconsciously stood up.

Finally, the war drums sounded, and in battalions, the three battalions were in the shape of a font, and the queue was pulled faster than before when fighting against the Tartars. The distance between the soldiers was farther.

But everyone was not afraid. The Tartars could not beat them, and these buckets were even more useless!

"The wolf smoke rises. Looking northward..."

The powerful singing sounded and the blood was boiling. Almost at a hundred degrees, a group of messy soldiers appeared in front of me.

They watched the soldiers approaching with horror, confusion, and fear with extremely strange eyes. Some of them held muskets and wanted to shoot, but they were too far away and could not hit the target at all.

“Prepare in front row!”

The command sounded, and Xiong Xin subconsciously knelt on the ground with one leg and lifted the musket in an instant.

"shooting!"

The gunshots sounded, and a row of hot projectiles hit out. Through the thin smoke of gunpowder, Xiong Xin clearly saw that his bullets hit an enemy a hundred and twenty steps away.

This guy only had a piece of ragged leather armor on his body, which could not stop the impact of the lead ball. It was like a sledgehammer hitting him. A hole the size of a fist appeared on his abdomen, and the flesh and blood were taken out far with the deformed lead ball.

The blood and dirty internal organs were particularly ugly. The soldier subconsciously lowered his head and his body fell straight to the ground.

Everything was in the flash of lightning. Xiong Xin seemed to see this guy's desperate struggle and painful eyes! The joy of killing instantly permeated Xiong Xin's body. This was an indescribable feeling, as if he had found an innate stage.

Just when he was taking back the medicine, Xiong Xin was particularly looking forward to sending death out again.

Within one round of shooting, fifty or sixty people fell down. Wang Yuncheng's subordinates had never seen a musket, but they had never seen such a fierce weapon.

Only archers like Huang Zhong can pass through Yang in a hundred steps, but all the musketeers of An** have this amazing ability. The fruitful results are not seen in their eyes. These people still follow the drum beats and keep approaching. Rows of musketeers are fired out and falling down one by one.

In an instant, two or three hundred soldiers fell to the ground, forming corpses, while An ** had no casualties!

The huge difference in ratio finally scared these guys silly. I don’t know who took the lead and shouted: “Run quickly!”

One run, two runs, and Wang Yuncheng's rear army was completely in chaos.

At this time, Wang Yuncheng was not aware of it. He was immersed in the joy of succeeding the plot. Wang Yuncheng knew that Zhang Yingyuan was the vanguard, so he deliberately let the water go so that Zhang Yingyuan could kill in.

As Zhang Yingyuan went deeper and deeper, soldiers on both sides rushed up, cut off the connection between Zhang Yingyuan and the back, and went deeper alone. The hook and sickle gunman who was ambushing in secret rushed out and hooked Zhang Yingyuan's horse legs down.

When he landed on the ground, Zhang Yingyuan felt something was wrong. He could only grit his teeth and fight desperately, holding his waist knife in his hand, and chopping and killing wildly. Without the war horses, there were no legs. After cutting down more than a dozen people, Zhang Yingyuan was exhausted.

At this time, the annoying hook and sickle gunmen rushed up again and stabbed him randomly. Zhang Yingyuan had several wounds on his body, and plasma rushed out. Suddenly, another group of archers rushed over, and he rushed towards Zhang Yingyuan. He blocked desperately, but it still had no effect. An arrow shot into Zhang Yingyuan's eyes. He screamed in pain, his waist fell to the ground, and then his chest was penetrated by more than a dozen large guns, and the blood was drained!

After cutting off Zhang Yingyuan's head, Wang Yuncheng's subordinates immediately started to revel.

"Zhang Yingyuan is dead! Zhang Yingyuan is dead! Zhang Yingyuan is finally dead!"

They raised their heads and ran towards Wang Yuncheng like a wind. When Wang Yuncheng, who was in charge of the Central Army, saw the head, he jumped off his horse, took a few steps forward, and grabbed his head in his hand.

With a dark head, ugly facial features, one eyeball was still filled with bows and arrows. The other eye was still wide open, as if it was still unwilling to take revenge. Wang Yuncheng didn't care and spat fiercely.

"Hahaha, if you dare to kill my Wang family, I will use your dog head to sacrifice the flag today!"

Wang Yuncheng laughed wildly and said, "Hold his head and let that boy Zuo Menggeng see if he dares to fight with me!"

The subordinates were also very motivated. They carried the heads and ran forward. Wherever they passed, Wang Yuncheng's subordinates were excited and their combat power surged.

Although their number was not superior, their morale soared, and they actually suppressed Zuo Menggeng to fight, causing the young marshal to retreat step by step. Ma Jinzhong and others were even more in a hurry. Zuo Menggeng had no choice but to ask An ** to take action!

An ** pressed up arrogantly from Wang Yuncheng's rear. Their team was completely unstoppable. All the soldiers were going forward with just one simple thing, shooting, loading, shooting, and loading. When the enemy in front of them began to defeat, they moved forward without hesitation.

That's it. No matter how elite the opponent sent, no matter whether it was infantry or cavalry, it could not stop An**'s sharp muskets.

Xiong Xin kept calculating for himself that he had fired ten shots, and there were only six enemies who died in front of him, and two were injured.

They were like this, like Mount Tai was pressing against the top, and the torrent was rolling, rushing forward!

War may be so easy. As long as you have good enough weapons and strong enough discipline, you can be invincible and invincible.

"Look at the handsome flag over there!"

Someone pointed excitedly, and Xiong Xin hurriedly looked up. Sure enough, just above a mountain bun in front, there was a big flag more than ten feet high. The blue flag was flying in the wind, and there was a huge character for king in the middle!

"Brothers, it was Wang Yuncheng who rushed up and captured him alive."

Xiong Xin greeted his subordinates and rushed towards the earthblock.

On top of the land, Wang Yuncheng was observing An**'s movements.

To be honest, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Although An**’s achievements are impressive, Wang Yuncheng may not be truly impressed. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a flesh and blood body. He can’t be a heavenly soldier!

But when Wang Yuncheng's heart was really cold when facing An**, he became cold. These guys were not heavenly soldiers and generals, but they were soul collectors from the underworld!

The sound of drums is the notes that they urged their lives. The musket in their hands is a complete mourning stick. Whoever encounters it will be unlucky.

"General, General Town, five hundred brothers, all five hundred brothers were beaten to death. I, we have done our best! You should think of a solution as soon as possible!"

A guerrilla covered in blood ran over and pounced in front of Wang Yuncheng. A person who would not frown when facing the dead was actually frightened by An ** and was beaten to death.

This is simply a one-sided massacre. They have no ability to fight back. They barely rushed into a hundred steps, but at most they can only reach seventy steps. Muskets, bows and arrows are not enough to reach, and they are only suitable as targets.

Since An** launched the attack, more than two thousand soldiers have been crushed. These are Wang Yuncheng's confidants, and he is so heartbroken that he is so distressed!

Wang Yuncheng was also shocked by such blood. An ** rushed towards him like an unstoppable torrent.

"Go, run!"
Chapter completed!