"ah?"

Fan Ba ​​was stunned: Ask the Tartars whether they surrender?

"Go and ask, always give them a chance."

Lu Si burped, raised his hand, and Qi Bao hurriedly brought another bowl of wine.

Still, it was all "gudugu" and sipped.

The softness of the mouth and the slight spicyness in the throat to the heart, liver, spleen and stomach make Lu Si's face redder.

Then, he took off his shirt.

Two bowls.

It's hot, and he's hot too.

Fan Ba, who was confused and puzzled, came to the Qing army formation, opened his throat and roared: "Listen, Tartars, my governor asked you to surrender!"

There was no response from the other side.

The Manchu and Han army were stunned.

"My governor asks you to surrender!"

Fan Ba ​​thought the other side didn't hear it clearly, so he shouted again.

There was still no response from the other side.

Because, it's so ridiculous!

It is so ridiculous that the true Manchu and Han army can even feel absurd.

good!

Fan Ba ​​showed a happy smile on his face, and he was really worried that the Tartars would surrender.

"Well, are these Huai thieves fools?" Kartara muttered.

"These thieves are not stupid. They want to overwhelm our army with momentum, or to be brave." Bahana made a pertinent analysis, at least that's how he saw it.

"What if they use their husband to threaten Shi Tingzhu," Kartara was a little worried about whether Shi Aita, who was for his son's safety, would do irrational behavior.

"No!"

Bahana shook his head. He knew Shi Tingzhu too well. This Manchu hero would never turn against him for a son.

Shi Aita certainly would not surrender, but he could not keep calm either because his son was opposite.

Hu Yousheng secretly glanced at Gushan Ezhen, and his heart was irritated, worried that Ezhen would not be able to stand the thrust of the Huai thief and rushed out to save his son.

Fortunately, although the Lord Ye Zhen looked ugly, he was still unmoved and ordered the artillery team to immediately lay out the rammed earth to build the cannon position.

"Governor, the Tartars are hard and refuse to surrender!"

Fan Ba ​​came back with a relaxed heart to report.

"knew."

Lu Si's alcohol tolerance is rising now, and two bowls of wine are not enough to make him shake, but he is still a little unsatisfied.

After wiping a handful of sweat on his forehead, he said to the generals: "During the Battle of Baoying, Huang Degong's generals Tian Xiong and Ma Degong's men and women inspired my nephew to leave the city. Hey, my kind and righteous nephew was really aroused by them. As a result, women and children were not rescued, but they were defeated by the Ming army and lost many people, and they were seriously injured. But I never blamed my nephew, do you know why?"

"Because saving people is never a wrong thing, because having the people in your heart is not a wrong thing, because benevolence and righteousness is not a wrong thing! If you are so scared that you are afraid to fight, dare not draw the sword, and let the people be massacred by the enemy, then no matter how good he does, he is still a cowardly person in his bones. How can such a person be worthy of being my nephew! How can he follow me to rebel and conquer the world!"

"War is always going to die. There is always someone who is strong and I am weak. There is always a difference between high and low. It doesn't matter if you defeat a war, but the important thing is to dare to fight. Just like we are going to fight with the real Tartars now, the brave will win when we meet on a narrow road!"

Lu Si took the big sword of the horse from Niu Da.

"But there is one thing that my nephew doesn't know, that is, his uncle is actually very vicious, but I don't want him to learn this."

After saying that, Lu Sida raised his hand and said, "Get the wine!"

It's still a bowl of Yanghe Daqu.

But this time, Lu Si did not "gudu" dry, but instead swallowed a sip of wine, but instead sprayed it on the big knife of the horse.

"Pull it out!"

A Han army was pulled out by Fan Ba, and he grabbed his braid, causing his head to lower forward.

The Han army realized that he was going to be executed. He was trembling all over, his limbs were trembling, his teeth were shaking, and his eyelids were shaking.

He didn't want to die, he wanted to struggle, he wanted to resist, but he just couldn't move. His body seemed to be trapped by magic, and it was shaking either.

"There is cause and effect in the world!"

Before he finished speaking, the horse-slashing sword in Lu Si's hand had already been swung.

With the "puff" sound, Han Jun's neck was split into two, his head threw an arc in Fan Ba's hands, and then swayed in the air.

"go!"

Fan Ba ​​pulled his braid and waved his head in the air a few times before swaying towards the north.

Flying straight out thirty or forty feet!

With a "gulp", I fell on a grassland and rolled forward a few feet before I stopped.

The real Manchu and Han army in the distance finally responded. Their angry roars and curses resounded over the entire Majiatun.

This is no longer a provocation, but a contempt for the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty!

As calm as Bahana, he also changed his expression and his eyes were full of murderous anger.

"Wine comes!"

Another sip of wine was sprayed on the knife again, and only this time there was blood on the knife.

The second Han army was dragged over, with a knife rising and falling.

Fan Ba ​​is still dumped.

One by one, under the gaze of everyone, under the anger of the true Manchu Han army, Lu Si cut off nine Han army's heads one after another.

The tenth one who was brought out was the Hoshuo Prince.

Looking at the nine corpses, Shi Huashan was already scared and was weak and pulled over with a braid.

"Wine comes."

Lu Si's voice was very calm, without roaring or roaring, just a faint sentence.

"Give me your life, spare me your life!"

The prince was unable to walk, but he was very strong in kowtow. He hit the mud again and again, and "killed" a pit.

"puff!"

The wine in Lu Si's mouth was still sprayed on the knife.

"Ama save me! Save me!"

The prince's fearful voice was sharp and harsh, causing a stir in the Qing army camp in the distance.

Ama moved.

When the father finally moved under the call of his son, he could no longer remain calm.

The mounts of the Ezhen Shiting Pillar of Gushan rushed forward like arrows, and hundreds of Han cavalry roared out in an instant.

"kill!"

Without any hesitation, Bahana drew out his sword and led the nine hundred Manchu soldiers under him to rush towards the Huai thief who killed thousands of swords.

Thousands of riders rushed in, and the dust raised by the sound of hooves was like a dust storm.

Under the scorching sun, Lu Si only took a look and then turned his gaze on the prince.

Then, the knife rises and the knife falls.

The Heshuo Prince became a headless corpse, and his head was thrown dozens of feet away with his braid.

"Hua Shan!"

Shi Tingzhu's shrill cry made people heartbreaking.

"cut!"

Forty-eight big swords of horse-killing fell at the same time, forty-eight Han soldiers' heads rolled down at the same time, and the blood made the pool of yellow mud on the riverside red.

Lu Si still didn't move, just staring straight at the Eight Banners Cavalry rushing towards him.

His right hand tightly held the horse-killing sword that killed ten Han soldiers in a row.

On the tip of the knife is the head of the Heshuo Prince of the Qing Dynasty.
Chapter completed!