"Don't worry!" Li Zicheng's face became serious: "The guard camp will not embarrass the commander, let alone let a Tartar come over!"

"Then I wish you victory!" Wu Sangui nodded and looked at the soldiers passing by him: "Go kill the Tatars..."

The soldiers all responded: Kill the Tartars!

The soldiers of the Guards Battalion who separated from them also shouted loudly and waved towards them: "Kill the Tatars!"

"If you don't win, you won't return!" Li Zicheng turned the horse's head and waved to Wu Sangui.

"No victory, no return!"

“No victory, no return!!!”

Looking from the sky, the long stream of people on the ground separated at this fork and meandered towards their respective goals. Neither Li Zicheng nor Wu Sangui had thought of the big event they had just discussed for so long.

The Battle of Linghe was just a year ago.

At this time last year, Huang Taiji led his elite soldiers of the Eight Banners and marched towards the city of Ming Dynasty.
Chapter completed!