"Are you letting this general escape in the last battle?" Before Liang Kewang finished speaking, Yan Yingyuan interrupted, his tone calmly with disdain.

"No... sir..." Liang Kewang tried to explain.

He had been in Qiantun City for half a year, and it was several months earlier than Yan Yingyuan.

But because of this, Yan Yingyuan managed Qiantun City in an orderly manner in one month. Even if tens of thousands of Jianlu besieged the city, there was no panic in the city guarding soldiers. This alone made Liang Kewangda admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"General, please go with this Jinyiwei. We are not willing to die for every man, but your talents cannot be buried here. Please leave!"

Among the eight hundred Liaodong veterans on the city, a thick voice came from the queue.

"General, please leave! One day, we should avenge us!" Another soldier petitioned.

"Please..."

"I, Yan Yingyuan, have never abandoned my brother! I can't do anything to abandon the city and run away. I have no intention of losing my mind, brothers, don't say it!

This young general, please ask you for something, please submit this letter to your commander and let him forward it to the Lord on my behalf.

In addition, tell the Marquis that Yan Yingyuan is ashamed of the Marquis’ teachings and knows the kindness of his encounters, and repay them in the next life!”

Yan Yingyuan took the written letter from his waist and handed it to Liang Kewang.

The cold wind whistled, blew the long beards that Yan Yingyuan had accumulated. Liang longed to move his throat slightly, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

He stuffed the letter into the collar mezzanine and put on the military uniform of the Tartars.

"I wish you all the martial arts fortunes to prosper!" Liang Ke looked at the warriors in the city and bowed. At the greeting of several soldiers, Liang Kewang pulled the rope down the city wall with tears in his eyes.

"Sir, follow me to meet the enemy!" Yan Yingyuan did not delay any longer, pulled out his battle knife and shouted loudly.

Eight hundred heroes, holding spears and big swords in their hands, lined up behind Yan Yingyuan and rushed down the city.

"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follow the tiger, fame, wealth, dust and soil." Yan Yingyuan suddenly sang the battle song at the border loudly.

"Looking at the end of China, the people are suffering, and the fertile land of thousands of miles is deserted." Eight hundred heroes agreed in unison.

"Look at the world, all the barbarians will be saved, and every man will be compensated for the incomplete laws of heaven."

"A good man, don't want his parents, just for the people, not for the people."

...

Liang Kewang stood under Qiantun City, listening to the military songs on the city walls, tears in the rain, he hesitated for a moment, picked up the scimitar on the ground, lowered his head and touched the Tartars' encirclement...

In Qiantun City, blood was already flowing into a river. Azig led thousands of cavalry to set fire, search and kill. The fire in the city soared into the sky, just like the Avici Hell, everywhere was the rampant howling of the Tartars...

Chen Mingyu's eyes were fascinated by sticky blood, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. He lifted up his battle robe and tore off a piece of cotton cloth and wiped the blood from his face.

"Catch the thief general alive! Capture alive! I want to live!" Prince Su Haoge loudly directed his subordinates in front of him.

There were too many Tartar soldiers. Chen Ming met the only more than 1,000 soldiers and was exhausted in less than half an hour, leaving only three or five personal soldiers in front of him.

The encirclement became smaller and smaller, until ten steps in the radius were all the scimitars of the Tartars. Chen Mingyu and several of his personal soldiers resisted the enemy back to back.

"General, the general, will be prosperous!" It seemed that he could no longer bear such mountainous oppression. A personal soldier rushed forward with a sword, but was surrounded by several Tartar soldiers in an instant. The shiny scimitar shone with fire and stabbed into the young soldier's body.

"General, the general, will prosper!" The remaining Liaodong soldiers no longer hesitated and rushed into the Tatar army in unison.

"Ah!" Chen Ming was so sad that he watched his good soldiers rush into the military formation and were killed by a group of Tartars.

"Hahaha, thief general, you are the only one left. If you are willing to surrender, I can let you choose a way to die by yourself!"

Haoge turned over and got off the horse, and was shot in an arrow on his right leg. It was somewhat inconvenient. Haoge limped to the center of the encirclement.

At this moment, suddenly, bursts of high-pitched singing came from the left.

"Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, fame, wealth, dust and earth.

Looking at the land of China, the people are suffering, and the fertile land of thousands of miles is deserted."

"Old Yan, brother, I'll take the lead!" Chen Mingyu shouted in the direction of the singing with all his might.

He knew who was singing, and he knew that he would not be lonely along the way.

After saying that, Chen Ming was holding a sword across his neck, and with just a force, blood splattered and blood stained the earth.

"The dog species wasted so much time, and dared to commit suicide?

No! Come and chop him up for me!" Haoge was so angry that he angrily scolded his subordinates for chopping Chen Mingyu into pieces of meat.

"Look at the world, all the barbarians will be saved, and every man will be compensated for the incomplete laws of heaven.

Good men, don’t want their parents, just for the people, not for the people.”

"Ah--All the soldiers, follow me to meet the enemy, and there will be no life!" In the fire, Yan Yingyuan seemed to have seen the scene of Chen Ming falling down, but he had no time to take care of it, just roared and rushed over with a knife.

The roar was filled with his unwillingness, his reluctance, humiliation, and grief.

"Diet and not live! Kill!" The eight hundred heroes each raised their weapons and rushed towards the Tartars who were waiting for the battle ahead.

Haoge slashed Chen Mingyu's head with a knife, and the dripping blood spilled on his face. He howled in the fire, letting go until he saw the enemy ahead clearly.

"Kill them and give them to me!" Haoge turned over and ordered his Eight Banners soldiers under his command.

"Holding a steel knife ninety-nine, killing Hu Er before stopping.

I am a man, why do you make a horse or a cow for the Tartars?" The loud and tragic military song resounded throughout the long night. The song suppressed the crying around, and then the two soldiers joined forces.

Eight hundred Liaodong veterans faced Haoge's two thousand personal guard camps, and the Eight Banners soldiers who claimed to be the pride of heaven immediately felt great pressure.

These hundreds of Liaodong soldiers were not defensive to their attacks. The Liaodong soldiers just waved their swords and fought with the Eight Banners soldiers with their lives.

If a soldier is not afraid of death, how can he be afraid of death?

In just half a quarter of an hour, the eight banner soldiers of Haoge's personal guard camp retreated, leaving only more than one hundred Liaodong soldiers and more than two hundred Eight Banners soldiers on the battlefield.

Yan Yingyuan didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. They were surrounded by enemies and corpses, including Tartars, Liaodong soldiers, but more of them were from the people of Qiantun City.

"You coward, Haoge, really embarrass me on the Qing Dynasty. Let me defeat the enemy!" Ajige led his cavalry to wander around the city, but the results were not big.

Seeing his eldest nephew running towards him in a hurry with a group of Eight Banners infantry, Ajige laughed loudly and rushed towards hundreds of Liaodong soldiers in front with the many iron cavalry behind him.

Even if the Iron Cavalry does not have much charge distance against infantry, no matter whether it is the suppression of troops or the number of people, there is no hope for such a few people as Liaodong soldiers.

"The golden drums roar together, and I will never stop until the yellow dragon is broken."

Even so, their singing is still so sonorous, and their footsteps are still so steady.

Swish—Swishhui, when the Liaodong soldiers were still dozens of steps away from the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, Ajige gave the order, and the Tartars on the horse pulled their bows and arrows and shot towards the Liaodong soldiers in front of them.

With just one round of cavalry and shooting, most of the more than 600 Liaodong soldiers fell.

Xiushui-Swishhui, the skillful Eight Banners soldiers were very fast, and shot another wave of arrow feathers before bordering the Liaodong soldiers.

Only dozens of Liaodong warriors were left in front of the Eight Banners cavalry, and a group of iron cavalry instantly submerged dozens of Liaodong soldiers.

A moment later, only Yan Yingyuan, who was carrying a sword, was left in the battlefield in the city. It seemed that these Eight Banners soldiers did not deliberately kill this person.

Ajig came from behind with a storm, took the Overlord's bow behind him, and took the bow and arrow to aim at the only remaining guard in front of him.

"I am a man, why do you make a horse and a cow for the Tartars?" Yan Yingyuan looked fearless and walked towards the cavalry in front of him without any fear.

Whoosh———A golden arrow feather hit Yan Yingyuan's left shoulder. Yan Yingyuan just paused for a moment, and then steadily continued to walk.

"The power of heaven is straight and the northern enemy is blocked, and the Hu people in thousands of miles are singing the Han songs!" Yan Yingyuan seemed to sing these two sentences with all his strength.

Whoosh - Another arrow shot on his right shoulder, and Yan Yingyuan seemed to have no pain.

He opened his eyes wide and walked to a Tartar army that was shocked by the scene in front of him, put away his sword and killed the Tartar in front of him.

"Shoot the arrow!" Azig was furious.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

Yan Yingyuan was shot into a hedgehog in an instant, with blood dripping down the arrow feathers, and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"The hero drinks all the wine in the bowl, and never looks back when he travels a thousand miles away."

Brother, I'm here.
Chapter completed!