In an instant, a group of Huainan soldiers with black robes and black armor embroidered cloaks came towards him. However, these Huainan soldiers each held a long sword with bright and shiny hair, or a big axe with long handles. In an instant, they danced one after another, and cut off the Taiping soldiers who rushed to the door and cut off the spot and weapons, and they were caught off guard, and they either cut them into several pieces.

For a moment, the blood was like a river of killing, and the Taiping soldiers who were attacking upwards were killed from the long and tortuous stairs, and they pushed them down step by step, leaving behind a piece of corpse. However, the next moment, they became the targets of Taiping gunners gathered at the feet of Shugang to gather fire;

With the sound of bursting beans resounding one after another in the array at the foot of the mountain, these Xuanjia Huainan soldiers who were chasing and slashing hard and slashing like entering the uninhabited realm suddenly stopped in their bodies, and a bunch of blood mist and bloody flowers exploded on their heads and faces. Suddenly, they fell on the stairs with smooth blood, stirring, and rolling down a large area.

As these black armored soldiers who were condescending and could not hide for a while, they rushed to the ground like arrows and pigs under the attack of various firearms and crossbows. The corresponding surging counterattack formed by the large swords, long axes, like forests, naturally became a flash in the pan. Then the surviving black armored soldiers of the team became panic and rushed to withdraw their troops and retreat.

However, the Taiping soldiers who had formed enough advantageous numbers and surrounds under Shugang could not easily let go of these enemy soldiers who had killed the vanguard. Soon there were catapults that advanced over, throwing more than a dozen explosive bombs and sulphur bombs onto the ramps and steps.

Although most of them deviated from their targets in a hurry, or rolled down and exploded in the air; but two or three still fell into the middle of these sergeants who retreated in a hurry; only two loud bangs were heard in the elongated formation distributed along the steps, and the two large bulging smoke exploded in the waist;

Another ball of fire rose and splashed nearby, burning. Several Xuan-armored soldiers rolled to the ground with a sad cry. What's even more fatal was that the flames flowing down the steps also blocked the retreat of the remaining Huainan soldiers. At the same time, they raised their hand cards and held a short spear, and the hook and gun were very peaceful. After the reorganization, they ran up the steps full of ice, snow and blood again.

When these Xuanjia soldiers who were temporarily blocked from the rear also jumped off the steps and followed the hillside full of ice, snow and mud, trying to stabilize their bodies and respond to the situation. The second round of more dense fire guns and crossbows still followed one after another. Although they had the protection of Xuanjia and Luanbao, more corpses suddenly splashed blood and arrows inserted into the clusters of arrows also slid down the slope like rolling wood and fell down.

Therefore, the hundreds of Xuan-armored soldiers who were killed and the last dozens of survivors were left. They could only be led by an enemy general with silver bright armor, but they shouted in despair and turned around and fought again. They waved their swords and jumped up, but were blocked and embedded by the iron hand card raised in front of them. The next moment, he was stabbed by several spearheads and started to rise up bloodily.

So, these remaining enemy soldiers scattered on the stairs, becoming scattered figures competing to discard weapons and take off their armor, climb, wriggle and roll in the mud on the hillside. Therefore, when these people used hook guns and short spears to pull away the bodies and other obstacles, and then beat the remaining fire that covered the ground, rushed to the first archway on the mountainside again, they found that the black painted gate was still open...

Then, Zhu Cun, who moved to the south wall of Zicheng, also looked at the narrow-edged sword with long lacquer handles and silver-edged narrow blades, sighed slightly:

"Is this the Tang Dynasty Modao that can break up the rumors? It's a pity that it can only be buried here..."

At this time, Taiping Selection Front, who had already attacked the second gate of Yacheng, was also led by Dong Zhou, the captain of the captain of the student; he fought again with a group of red-robed and embroidered enemy troops emerging from the messy and messy government offices. However, Dong Zhou felt the weakness and chaos of these enemies the next moment.

Although their armor was quite brilliant, their fighting skills and experience seemed particularly unfamiliar. Therefore, after just a few encounters, they were attacked and shot by the single iron mace and the three-eyed guns that were rising from Dong Zhou. Then he turned around without hesitation, and the gun maces were used to knock down the two of them. Then he saw that these enemy soldiers were already screaming and fleeing into the offices on the side again.

Then there was no longer any more selection warriors who could stop them from entering; until they were thrown away books and various miscellaneous items, and from time to time, officials and officials fled to the depths of the yamen, and were once again blocked by a tall and rich gate. Dong Zhou shouted on the spot:

"Wang Dali of the Obstacle Clearing Group, Shiniu, come up and open the door..."

Before he finished speaking, two soldiers named Shiniu and Wang Dali pushed their companions away, but their muscles were pumping their arms, holding a special conical hammer and a narrow-blade axe, and then splashed the cracks at the closed door.

The next moment, the door latch broke and burst into the door, but a warm heat and a strong smell of incense were rolled up in front of it, and there were also figures of people lit against the bright candlelight during the day.

"The governor of Huainan, the governor of Yangzhou, the ambassador of the eight transshipment routes in Jiangdong and southeast, Yang Xingmin is here..."

In front of the background of the large mural of the ancient and deep sea dragon coming out of the water to swallow the sun, a man with a rough appearance, thin and black appearance, but with a majestic and steadfast manner, sat upright on his head and said unrestrainedly to the Taiping soldiers who rushed in:

"Such a great head, but I don't know who will get it first?"

——I am the dividing line—

In the Taiping Grand Theater, one of the new buildings in Jiangling City, a new drama "The Legend of Two Beijings/The Legend of Two Cities" is being staged.

It mainly describes the famous doctor Ma Keji was invited by a wealthy family to see a doctor overnight in Luodu during the middle age of the previous dynasty. Hence, he discovered the tragedy in which the powerful family robbed the special women of the poor family and wanted to destroy his family. Even the Ma family refused to buy out of conscience and righteous indignation, sued Yu Yousi and was colluded and slandered by his relatives and friends, and was imprisoned all day long.

During this period, it describes how those endlessly debauchery and shameless officials and families corrupted the country and harmed the people. The deep hatred for the court of the ants was accumulated in their superiority, and turned into an inevitable rebellion everywhere. Then, the orphans of the Ma family devoted themselves to the tide of righteousness in the world. Finally, with the rebel army entering Luodu, they accidentally rescued their father who thought they had died and were able to avenge the former power family.

Of course, the most embarrassing identity among the audience was undoubtedly Liu Yunzhang, the former emperor of the court, who was left behind in Dongdu. Because although this story is called "The Great Success" and it is vaguely referring to what happened during his tenure, it is easy to associate the so-called powerful and repressed people with excitement and encouragement to him.

But he was the one who was the calmest and serious, and even nodded in a straightforward manner and commented; he also called the accompanying staff to write down some thoughtful bets and experiences. However, compared with most of the audience who did not know this identity, they focused their attention on a tall woman next to the governor.

Although her appearance is not extraordinary or extraordinary, charming, even though she is wearing an exquisite and complex brocade skirt and covered with silk and cloud sleeves, she still reveals an incompatible wildness and heroic taste. However, her graceful and flat belly represents the inheritance of the Taiping Army's great cause.

The skeleton spirit whose situation has changed drastically, Zhang Yunqing, whose real name has been restored today, is also silently dealing with completely different situations like today. Not only is the treatment immediately improved to Wan'er who has exclusive courtyards and daily servants, but also specialized doctors and cooks, tailoring special tastes and personal habits to daily life.

Then, there are corresponding exercise and body care schedules, and so-called prenatal education projects for learning and listening to vocal performances. Almost every moment, people follow every move carefully, and people take care of them at all times and anywhere. Even if there is a look or an expression, someone will figure out what she means and make various correspondences.

If possible, she was still willing to be Bai Jingjing, the taciturn maid who hid behind Wan'er; but this was impossible, and nothing could go back to the past. The child she had nurtured in her belly was now the hope of the Taiping Grand Governor's Office; it affected the wealth and future of thousands of people across four roads.

But what made her even more concerned was the change in attitudes of the women in the back home. Except for the female official Cui who could not see the depth of the cunning mansion, the young lady Cao who was so gentle and gentle to everyone, and Qingluo, who still took care of her step by step according to the man's instructions; the politeness and distantness of others were also obvious.

What she cared most was that Wan'er, who had always been in love with her but did not distinguish between each other, was inevitably sad and sad, and even gradually showed a certain depressed look. This made her most helpless and unsolvable. Even if she wanted to express her feelings and attitudes with a clumsy tongue, it was fruitless and even a little backfired.

In the end, the man was freed from this cycle of self-moaster and self-repentance and self-wrenching cycle. According to his words, everything was hidden in his heart and brewed until the end was the worst result. It was the best to put the words on the surface, and the channels for venting and communicating were actually a good thing.

Therefore, she rarely endured the humiliation and let the man arrange and mercy. She carried Wan'er to the bottom of the bed together. She rolled her eyes and fainted and woke up. After she hugged her head and cried. She also expressed her feelings with tears and sobs, she finally made the other party understand each other's feelings and melted the gap.

However, as the corresponding price, Mrs. Cao heard the news and brought a group of female guards and servants to the door. She was rarely criticized by the usual warm and gentle normal. The lustful and absurd nature of her own man was so lustful and absurd. She did not cherish the family's inheritance and acted recklessly and ignored the overall situation.

Thinking of this, she suddenly found that her hand was held by the man again, and some strange feeling came over as if she was magical; it was like returning to the secret room and experiencing the things the man did to her again, which made her blush and her heart beat faster.

"It's okay. If you don't like it, just rely on me to rest for a while..."

However, the next moment, she saw the artists who were singing and singing on the stage and then ended one after another. However, no actor came out to introduce the next scene. Instead, a captain walked up to Taichung and declared loudly in public:

"Huainan Jie News, Zhu Daiji has already taken over Yangzhou City..."

"The Taiping Army wins thousands of victories!!"

"Grandmaster Wan Sheng!!!"

The next moment, someone raised his arms and shouted, and it turned into a thunderous cheer in the venue. Li Hanzhi, Li Cunzhang, Xu Wen and others who were also present looked at each other and changed their color in shock. That was Yangzhou, which is known as "Yang Yi Yi Er".

"The richest town and the life of the imperial court are as good as the city's life.

Also, Yang Xingmin was the head of the local generals and local troops who inherited the heritage of the Huainan Jieya in the past. There were tens of thousands of new soldiers with sufficient food and equipment, and the city defenses that had been repaired over the years were strong! Shouldn’t we just fight a year and a half of offensive and defensive warrior around the city to get a first-time understanding. It was just like this that we were caught and fell into the city in a dull and boring winter day. How could we not be moved and lost in life?
Chapter completed!