On the night of March 17, Liu Hongjian, Wang Dachui and others were lying in the dark grass shed to rest. During the day, they were digging pits and carrying the corpse, and Wang Dachui was already snoring.

There were many fleas in the straw shed. As soon as Liu Hongjian lay down, he felt itchy all over his body. But let the fire in the distance be filled with fire, and the fleas in the room were unscrupulous, but Wang Dachu remained motionless.

Liu Hongjian sighed that he was really content and happy. In the dark, he secretly took out a box of streptomycin drugs from the ring. He graduated from the medical major and of course the main transmission of plague was fleas. Although the plague had long disappeared after the advent of antibiotics in later generations, it was still very terrible in the current Ming Dynasty.

As soon as he took antibiotics, the sound of gongs and drums in the camp suddenly shook the sky. Even Wang Dachu was shocked and sat up from the grass.

"Everyone, as long as they have the strength, hurry up and get the weapons. The city of Beijing is about to be broken. The King of Chuang said that he would eat enough when he entered the city, and there were countless gold, silver and treasures..." Several militiamen in the distance, who looked like farmers, shouted everywhere, and the camp immediately became a mess.

"Brother Dahammer, what are you doing? Will we go with me?" If you have the opportunity, you have to go, and if you don't have the opportunity to create opportunities, you have to go. This is Liu Hongjian's motto.

After sieging the city overnight, Li Zicheng would definitely command the battle personally. This is a good opportunity. Liu Hongjian certainly knew, but he did not make any progress. He did not understand the rules here very well, but Wang Dachu was different. Although he usually looked honest, he could definitely be called a soldier here.

"Well, go, why don't you go? Let's follow the main force. When the city breaks, follow me and keep you from getting delicious food!" Wang Dahui said proudly while fumbled around looking for shoes and clothes.

Wang Dachui has been with Li Zicheng for several years. Every time he breaks the city, he only picks up restaurants and other small shops to grab. The reason is very simple, he is timid.

Those rich and powerful families usually have some care like servants. First, he can't fight it, and his life is in danger. Second, the property of such wealthy people is generally the flesh of Li Zicheng's direct troops, so he doesn't want to be blackened by his own people.

Liu Hongjian held a spear in his right hand and the tattered wooden shield in his left hand, and followed Wang Dachu with his waist.

From Yingpan to the underworld of Beijing, torches were connected into fire dragons, surrounding the city of Beijing from all directions.

Under the city of Beijing, a strong man with a square face of about forty drove forward. Under the flames, the strong man looked cold and fierce.

After years of escape, he has cultivated his courage and resilience. Years of fighting and killing have allowed him to grow from a soldier to a general.

There were countless sleepless nights, in order to avoid the pursuit, he and his only few brothers hid in the mountains, trembling, and trembling in the cold and heat.

Now he is standing under this city of Beijing, and in the posture of a victor, he is surrounded by his 200,000 troops behind him.

He even couldn't believe that the Ming Dynasty, which ruled many ethnic groups, the Ming Dynasty with countless soldiers in the Guards, and the Ming Dynasty that had been admired by ancestors for more than two hundred years would be subverted by him, and he was Li Zicheng.

Is it true that the kings, princes, generals and ministers are still in the world? The time for the family to shine, Li Zicheng's excitement is beyond words.

"Liu Zongmin!" Li Zicheng drew out his sword and began to issue orders.

"I'm here!" A big man with a bearded face dismounted and knelt on the ground with a ghost head in his hand.

"Your troops will attack Fucheng Sect, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Yuan Zongdi, you attack Chaoyang Gate!"

"Get orders!"

"Tian Jianxiu attacked Dongbianmen, Gao Yigong attacked Xuanwumen!"

"Li Zijing!" Li Zicheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at his brother, feeling helpless. He knew very well that his only brother's virtues were, and that greed for life and fear of death was simply synonymous with him. If he had not been taken care of by him all the time, let alone a general, he would be disliked as a personal soldier. Li Zicheng pondered for a moment.

"Support your subordinates to attack Zhengyang Sect with me!"

"Brothers, now the outer city of the Ming army has been broken, and their troops are seriously insufficient and they have no morale. This is an opportunity! The first person to climb the inner city wall tonight will be rewarded with a thousand golds! When the Mingdu is captured, I will definitely reward you. Those who dare to retreat will be killed without mercy! Beat the drum! Siege the city!"

"Kill-kill-kill-kill!"

In an instant, the drums were loud and shouting everywhere, including the northern Shaanxi accent, the Henan accent, the Sichuan accent, the people shouting to move ladders, and the bows and arrows, and the noise was like a huge vegetable market.

Li Zicheng had long been accustomed to this. He kept calling out to the generals around him to restrain his troops. The generals shouted at his subordinates and passed the orders layer by layer. After half a quarter of an hour, he magically arranged the attack formation.

Wang Dachui and Liu Hongjian hid at the end of the military formation with their spears. Of course, Liu Hongjian was pretending. He was curious about how such a miscellaneous army became the last straw that overwhelmed the dynasty of the two hundred years. Suddenly, Wang Dachui poked his stomach.

"Big brother, don't be afraid. Follow me later. We will follow General Li Zijing, the brother of Dashuai Li this time, and it is very safe!"

Since becoming a professional householder of burying dead people, these few of them have become wild soldiers who do not love their fathers and their mothers. However, Wang Dahui also showed his feelings to the fullest. No one wants to be good. When fighting, he will stand behind the team he wants.

Wang Dachu calmed down his mind and suppressed his trembling legs, as if he was comforting himself. Although he knew that Li Zijing would definitely take them away as soon as he saw that the momentum was wrong, it was a war and the sword was not eye-catching.

Liu Hongjian responded casually and said that he would definitely follow him closely and obey his command in everything. There was a simple man in this messy war and could care about his safety. This touched Liu Hongjian, but his eyes were always staring at Li Zicheng, who was sitting firmly on the back of the horse, and a resolute look flashed against the fire.

The shouts of killing under the city walls were shocking. The peasant army relied on the large crowds and carried ladders and archers, and rows of farmers climbed up the ladders with simple weapons. Although there were few Ming soldiers, they were condescending, throwing stones and shooting arrows down. From time to time, they could fire a few cannons, causing the civilian army to suffer.

This situation lasted for about an hour. On March 18th, the war reached a stalemate. The civilian army under the city suffered numerous casualties, but had to supervise the battle in the rear, and Li Zijing, who had to supervise the battle in the rear, gritted his teeth and climbed up. It was dark and both sides struggled. The Ming army, who was defending, was already exhausted because of the few people.

At this moment, the rumbling sound of cannons came from the city, and Li Zicheng showed his killer weapon - the Folang machine cannon, and he also had cannons.

Li Zicheng's cannon was removed from the city defense at the same time when he broke through the important city, but there were not many shells, so he was still unable to use it for a long time.

The sound of cannons rang out throughout the world, and bluestones were shot down by shells, and several shells fell at the battlement. The Ming army behind the battlement was suddenly crushed into meat pie by the huge rocks. The Ming army, who was fighting bloodily on the city wall, was ashamed, but the civilian army who were struggling to attack the city under the city suddenly boosted its morale.

There was another burst of cannons, and the city gate of Zhengyang Gate could no longer withstand the torture of shells and collapsed with a bang.

Li Zicheng stared at the city gate of Zhengyang Gate with his eyes tightly. He had been looking forward to this moment for more than ten years, and the personal soldiers behind him were all ready to try.

"The city gate is open! Go!"

The opportunity is here! At the critical moment, a figure walked through the chaos in the darkness. He found a collapsed city wall. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he quickly took out an AKM with a magazine from the ring. In the past two days, Liu Hongjian has been studying in the ring space. The simplicity and ease of use of AK also made him, a layman who had only played guns in online games, and it was easy to get started.

"Click!" Pull the bolt, and his equally sharp eyes stared at Li Zicheng not far away.

"Dadadadadadadadadadadadadadada—"

The distance was only about 50 meters, and several shots were fired. The first bullet rubbed Li Zicheng's right leg and did not hit him. But he was not so lucky. One bullet hit Li Zicheng's waist, and one bullet directly hit Li Zicheng's right eye.

AKM's powerful impact force directly penetrated Li Zicheng's forehead, leaving a hole as big as a bowl on the back of his head, and his body was also lifted off the horse's back by the huge impact force.

A generation of heroes fell, and at the moment when powerful weapons from modern times completed their debut, Li Zicheng stared at Liu Hongjian's position with his left eye and died with his eyes open.
Chapter completed!