An Bangyan sat blankly, without a question and answer, which made Surtai think he was about to faint again, so he quietly moved two steps to the side. △A An Bangyan's mouth was not wasted at all, and it was sprayed on his face. Although Jiannu liked killing and blood, things like blood sprayed out from his mouth were too heavy, and even Jiannu could not bear it.

An Bangyan did not faint again. He had too many ups and downs throughout his life. He developed some ability to bear, and would not be in a hurry again. He asked tragically: "How many people are left?"

While calculating in his heart, Surtai reported: "We sent two thousand people to ambush the Jinyiwei led by King Xin, but the entire army was wiped out in Qingyuan Prefecture. Later, 3,000 troops were killed in Libo County because General Weishiri was killed, and the Jinyiwei was led by King Xin, and the Jinyiwei led by King Xin, so we lost a total of 5,000 troops. We sent 20,000 people to ambush the Jinyiwei led by Zhu Youcheng, but none of them survived. Outside Longli City, two thousand were killed by Zhu Youcheng with cannons; just now, the losses have been counted. The number of soldiers who died in the fire was about 50,000, and more than 3,000 people were trampled to death at the gate of the city. Zhu Youcheng... On this side, we lost a total of 75,000 people! In the past few days, the soldiers were lost about 10,000 soldiers. King, our remaining troops were less than 110,000."

Surtai became more and more shocked. He could not have imagined that Zhu Youcheng's army would destroy 75,000 enemies. From this point of view, it was not impossible for Zhu Youcheng to destroy a large number of soldiers from the Qing Dynasty and kill Nuerhachi. It was just that after Nuerhachi died, he completed the task here. Who should I ask for to receive the reward? But then again, the task of instigating An Bangyan to disrupt the southwest of the Ming Dynasty seemed to be difficult to complete, so there was no need to rush to find a place to receive the reward.

An Bangyan jumped up, and he stepped forward and grabbed Surtai's neck. He asked, "What did you say? Say it again."

"King, our remaining troops are less than 110,000."

An Bangyan let go of his hand and whistled to the sky: "Zhu Youcheng, I and you are endless!"

After saying that, he pulled out his waist knife and looked around. He found that no one could kill him. Surtai was a reinforcement sent by Jiannu. Although the barbarians planned to cross the river and destroy the bridge, the river had not crossed yet, and it was not time to demolish the bridge. An Fang claimed to be his nephew, but in fact he was his son, so he was reluctant to kill him. The guards have been following him since he started the army in the second year of the Tianqi period and cannot kill him. However, it is difficult to get into the sheath. Since he has pulled it out, he must cut something.

He slashed the mahogany table in the middle of the handsome tent with one knife. Although the mahogany was very hard, he used his knife with hatred and was quite strong. This knife cut the table in half.

Anger was vented, but what followed was not pleasure, but flesh pain. This table was stolen from a wealthy family nearby. It is said to be a family heirloom treasure. The owner threw himself on the table until his death and refused to let them move. An Bangyan fell in love with this table at once and would take it away wherever he hit him. This was why Zhu Youcheng survived the disaster when he was burning the camp. Now he has slashed with one knife, wherever he will snatch such a good table next time.

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It was not only An Bangyan who was hurt, but also Zhu Youcheng.

Zhu Youcheng, a stingy bun, has already found out very clearly that the head of a barbarian is worth one tael of silver. There are 50,000 people in the fire scene, which is 50,000 taels of silver. As a result, the fire is gone.

When the fire gradually diminished, he would not order people to go to the fire to grab the head. Although the rebels were burned beyond recognition, the head was the head after all. It was not sent to participate in a beauty pageant. It was ugly, but... it would always be worth five cents of silver. I am not afraid that some people in the court would say that they would kill good deeds, because Cai Fuyi and Fu Zonglong are here, and their testimony can prove their innocence.

Zhu Youcheng was not interested in cutting down the heads of black charcoal on the ground. He led King Xin to climb the tower of Guiyang City and admired the rebels' expressions of a bereaved. The gates of Guiyang City were made of wood, and together with the gate tower on the city wall were turned into ashes in the fire. However, Zhu Youcheng was not afraid that An Bangyan would take this opportunity to rush into Guiyang City: First, the rebels reduced their troops to 30%, and they had already reached the verge of collapse of the troops. Fortunately, An Bangyan had a high prestige among the barbarians, so he barely suppressed them. Guiyang City was already regarded as a gate of hell by the rebels. If An Bangyan dared to drive the rebels to attack the gate of hell, wouldn't they be afraid that the rebels would collapse immediately? Second, the soldiers led by Zhu Youcheng were armed with a musket and grenades. Even if An Bangyan was possessed by the gods, he could allow the rebels to rush into the gate of Guiyang City. Zhu Youcheng was also sure to defeat the rebels.

The city walls burned in the fire for several hours and were very hot. They stood on the city tower, and they still felt the hot wind swelling, and a strong burnt smell came to their noses.

Zhu Youcheng muttered: "If I had known it was so smelly, I would bring a mask over."

King Xin nodded and said, "Yes, there are so many masks in the imperial village in Jingxi that are sold."

The dust in the cement manufacturing factory is particularly heavy. In order to protect the health of workers, Zhu Youcheng specially asked the towel workshop to make a batch of masks and distribute them to workers. Because masks are consumables, they were made in large quantities and piled up in the warehouse. Xin Wang meant to send them all to workers at one time, but Zhu Youcheng was afraid that cement workers would sell masks for small profits and did not make dust prevention preparations at all, so he changed it to distribution once a month. Therefore, Xin Wang sighed that there were too many masks in the imperial village in Jingxi.

The two of them looked at Guiyang City carefully and saw that the buildings between the inner and outer walls had all turned into ashes, and the inner walls were clearly exposed. On the ground, the walls were all covered with black marks, and there was an inexplicable sticky feeling on the ground, probably that the grease on the rebel corpses was roasted out. On the ground, there were many black corpses, and their bodies were twisted into strange shapes. The work of the Jinyiwei collecting heads did not seem to be going smoothly, because the corpses were roasted as scorched and very hard, and it took a lot of effort to cut off the heads.

Zhu Youcheng was not interested in watching any further, so he turned around and walked towards the battlement of the city wall and looked out from a railing.

There were still many rebels outside the city, but they were all dejected. They threw cars and catapults on the battlefield randomly, and no one was able to deal with them. The rebels seemed to be planning to retreat. Zhu Youcheng saw with a telescope that the rebels in the distance were packing their tents.

Zhu Youcheng's heart moved. This was a good time to attack. The rebels were depressed and were on the verge of collapse. Now they were ruthless, and the rebels immediately fled in all directions. An Bangyan's troops were completely lost, just like a toothless tiger, and he was not at his own mercy.

He was about to order the Jinyiwei to attack with him, but suddenly he found that there was an extra horse in the telescope, and a knight was running towards the city wall like lightning.

Zhu Youcheng looked carefully and saw that the man was dressed in a Han Dynasty dress, wearing a young master's scarf, a moon-white young master's shirt, and a bloodstained on it. The Hanfu was very gorgeous, but this man looked a little cold, with a squid face and a pockmarked face. He didn't look like Wen Sheng, but he looked like a butcher in a butcher shop.

Although this person is dressed as a scholar, his riding skills are very exquisite. The ordinary horse actually ran as fast as a BMW horse.

The Jinyiwei on the city wall was all aware of the goods. Seeing this person's riding skills, he couldn't help but praise him.

Zhu Youcheng thought to himself: "There are very few Han people who have such riding skills. Could it be that he is a Han civilian who was captured by the rebels. Seeing that the rebels were about to be defeated, he came to rely on me?"

The man ran to the filled moat and shouted loudly at the rebel soldiers who were standing still. The rebel soldiers were as if they were amnesty and ran back with weapons.

Zhu Youcheng couldn't help laughing at himself as being passionate, but when he heard the man's words seem to be in Chinese and wearing Hanfu, he was very likely to be in the Ming Dynasty. The Yi people regard Chinese dialect as a high-level language. When they speak, they often say one or two Chinese dialects, showing that they are knowledgeable and talented. However, the Yi people have a paranoid love for their clothes, and rarely see people wearing full sets of Hanfu.

So Zhu Youcheng shouted loudly to the city: "Who is under the city? The destruction of the barbarians is about to be imminent. Are you willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light and return to the Ming Dynasty?"

The Knight replied: "I, Surtai, who are you?"

Zhu Youcheng replied loudly: "I am the commander of the Jinyiwei, the commander of the Tongzhi Zhu Youcheng."

Surtai snorted coldly and gritted his teeth and said, "So you are Zhu Youcheng!"

After saying that, he suddenly took off a strong bow from the victory hook, pulled out a feather arrow and put it on the string, pulled the bow into a full moon, and then let go, the arrow shot towards Zhu Youcheng.

Zhu Youcheng was a martial arts champion and did not react slowly. He was about to dodge and suddenly felt a huge force attacking from the side. He was concentrating on guarding against the bows and arrows shot from the city. He was not afraid of someone pushing him sideways. He immediately turned into a rolling gourd and rolled out from a distance. Then he heard a scream, as if someone was injured. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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