Everyone was desperate about the current situation. The Tartars were so powerful that no one dared to touch their edge.

But at this time, the army to die came out of nowhere, without taking the imperial court's military pay, and without asking for military funds from the people of Jiangnan, he rushed to Yangzhou without hesitation.

This is a pig iron hitting a stubborn stone, and it is really a head-on fight. It is really a life-threatening fight with the Tartars. At this last threshold, you can't show your fear of saying anything.

There are also many men who dare to fight and kill in the Green Forest gangs like Sanxianghui. They gathered under the Tang King's banner to fight against the riots. Although they were defeated, the glory on their faces has really increased a lot. When they mentioned Sanxianghuihui in the world, who would not give up their thumbs and praise him as a real hero?

Just because of the righteous act of fighting against the rebel army with the King of Tang, Huang Hongdong and his men felt that they were much nobler than other gangs: I have contributed to the country.

These geniuses have seen with their own eyes what is a real war, and they have known what is a real man.

The soldiers who went to the death were real men and pure men.

There were thousands of Tartar soldiers, but the mountains were covered with the sky. So many savages rushed up with a whisper. Huang Hongdong, who had always regarded himself as brave and brave, was so scared that his legs were trembling, and he had no popularity on his face.

But the army to die was like a rock, but it didn't retreat, shouting to kill with the Tartar soldiers...

The killing was so tragic, and the beating was so fierce!

In order to protect the tens of thousands of Yangzhou elders behind him, they went to the death army to guard the circular defense line and defended the Tartars again and again.

Huang Hongdong believes that he has seen big battles and big worlds. Compared with the so-called battles that he has seen before, he is not even a group fight.

It is amazing to fight against the Break Army. Compared with the Battle of Yangzhou, which was the one who went to the death, it was not on the same level as the other, so it was incomparable.

Just at the Xinjiangkou, behind the death army, thousands of Yangzhou people were dragging their children and looking forward to it. The surging crowds covered the Xinjiangkou. On the river behind, thousands of sails competed for the flow of hundreds of boats, filling the sea with the sea, which was not too wide. The boats and boats of various colors were all covered with the elders of Yangzhou...

The troops who went to the death really invested a lot and transported the people of Yangzhou to retreat south.

As long as you are still a man, you should do this.

This is what really brings a face to the ancestors and the people to be angry. If you miss such a majestic feat, you will definitely regret it for eight lifetimes. If you mention it in the future, everyone will have to respect the brothers of the Sanxiang Society and call you a hero.

"For the country and the people, the most hero is the most powerful person." Huang Hongdong truly understood the meaning of this statement.

Punish a few bullies who forced the robbers of the people and rely on their power to grab a large territory. These things I did in the past are considered a bird. This is what a real man should do.

"Damn, this time it's here." The generals of the world are in full swing, fighting alone, and the people are living in the blood, and they are protected by this benefit. This is definitely indispensable in history books. Maybe they can still show their faces in later dramas.

Huang Hongdong's blood was hot and he shouted: "Brothers, follow me up. As long as we pass this level, we are heroes like Grandpa Guandi, and the descendants of future generations will also offer incense to us. Brothers, go ahead."

When it comes to street fighting, these brothers are all experts. If they talk about the battle between the two armies, they are not a little bit like the soldiers who go to the death. There is still some self-knowledge.

If you can't fight a tough battle, you can help the brothers who are going to die, and there is no problem in fighting. Choose the brothers who are the best at killing and slashing in the club, and go up and fight for the army who are going to die, and the rest find work to do.

In this bloody battle, can you still lack livelihood?

These rude men from the Jianghu Club rushed forward with a loud noise, either helping to transport military funds or actively carrying the wounded, and quickly integrating into the battlefield.

The front line to the dead army is right in front of us, and many wounded people don’t have time to provide effective treatment. Although Huang Hongdong is not very experienced in medical skills, he can cure red wounds and bandage wounds and is not an outsider. He immediately dragged down several wounded soldiers...

"Little brother, it will hurt when I start. Hold on to it, and shout it out if you can't stand it."

The wounded soldier who went to the death made a big slap in his abdomen, and blood gushed out. The faint blue intestines flowed out of his abdomen, and the body steam was circulating warmly.

If you do this, you must be cruel and ruthless. After Huang Hongdong quickly cleaned up the internal and external wounds, he stuffed his intestines back. His fingers, like small radish, were cleverly threaded the needle and quickly sewed them...

The beads of sweat the size of soybeans on the melon seeds were crackling and Huang Hongdong was sweating nervously.

I have seen many Hongshao, but this is the first time I have started to use such trauma. There is a battle and killing field for thousands of troops in front of me. It is strange that I am not nervous.

Although the soldier's face had changed, he still comforted Huang Hongdong: "Don't be afraid, it's a little hurt..."

"I...I'm not afraid."

It seems that the one who was injured was Huang Hongdong.

The Sanxiang congregation who was trying to help turned around and didn't dare to look at it again: What a good man, Grandpa Guandi was just like this when he scraped his bones and cured poison?

"Good brother, hold on, it will hurt..." The red-hot soldering iron was held in his hand, preparing to carry out the last process.

In this era, ironing is a means to make the wounds scab as soon as possible, and it can largely avoid infection, and it is also a huge test for the nerves of the injured and the doctor.

If you say you are not afraid, it is just fooling people. If you are not afraid, who can really not be afraid?

"Give me a fork, and I'll be afraid of nothing." The soldier made his request.

The injured soldier lay on his back, holding the sharp iron fork that had been soaked in blood with one hand, and his face was as firm as steel: "Come on."

Amid the sizzling sound, a red soldering iron iron iron iron ironed on the belly, and immediately a bunch of water vapor rose, and the smell of burnt meat spread out...

The masseter muscles on the corner of the soldier's mouth burst out, his teeth creaked, and his whole body was spasming violently. Only his arms, which were clenching the fork, were as steady as a rock, and blue veins were exposed...

After ironing one after another, the soldier fainted.

"Golden sore medicine, my mother, take the medicine quickly." Huang Hongdong was really anxious. He took a few bottles of Jinchuang medicine powder like a mud, applied a thick layer on the soldier's wound, and quickly tied it tightly around the soldier's waist with a wide linen cloth.

Huang Hongdong had already sweated like rain and panted like a cow, as if he was the one who experienced the pain of life and death.

"Take your head, this brother...isn't it?" the Sanxiang congregation asked in a low voice.

"If such a good man cannot be preserved, God will be really blind." The intestines were flowing out. No one was sure to make a guarantee for the treatment of such a great deal and such vulgar medical methods. Whether to live or die, it depends on the fate of the soldier.

"The ancestor who burns three incense sticks, if you really have a spirit, I will bless this brother with peace..." A man like Huang Hongdong was also murmured, hoping that the gods within three feet of the world would bless the heroes who went to death.

"I can't take off my head and fork, I'm holding it too hard."

Although the soldier fainted, he could not take off the fork in his hand, as if the iron fork was part of his body.

"You know, this is called a person who is there, and a fork is there, and a fork is not destroyed." Huang Hongdong has also been in the old world for decades, and understands that a real warrior and weapon is an absolutely inseparable whole: "This is the real warrior, and brings people on the boat with the fork..."

Xianglan silently stared at the unconscious soldier in the flower boat, looked at the young soldier's face, gently covered the wet wipes on the soldier's forehead, and carefully wiped the blood stains from his body with a silk squid.

This young soldier may be only eighteen years old, at most nineteen, and is already a little man.

Xianglan always said that she was 18 years old, and it seemed that she had been 18 years old in recent years. She couldn't remember whether it was 23 or 24. The only thing that is certain is that she was older than the injured soldier of the death army.

Gently, he tried to remove the iron fork that was still tightly held by the soldier, but finally failed to get what he wanted, so he simply sat next to the soldier and watched silently.

There seemed to be handwriting on the handle of the fork. When I looked carefully, I couldn't help but smile.

Carved on the handle of the fork are five crooked characters: Gengying and Lu Zhili.

Since this young man is called Lu Shi Li, Xianglan is almost certain that he definitely doesn't recognize a big word.

Just like Xianglan's real name is Lin Qianjin, the name always carries too many wishes from her parents. Parents hope that their daughter will become a daughter-in-law, but things always go against their wishes. Did the two elders, who have passed by more than ten years, think that their daughter did not become a daughter-in-law, but became a person who is in the world who is leaning against the door and laughing?

Since this young man is called Lu Shi Li, I think his parents hope he can read and write. Did you ever think that his son would become a warrior on the battlefield?

If you talk about walking and roaming, Xianglan, who is also a child of the world, will never be as good as the men who will not be in the Sanxiang Society. If you talk about the experience of reading people, Xianglan's ability is hard to match.

There has never been a lack of romantic talented people in Nanjing who are rich in poetry and literary talent, and there are also many great merchants who spend a lot of money just to win the smile of beauty. What are the nobles who are in high positions and are talking about the loyalty and righteousness of the court and playing with the Red Girl in their hands?

In the dust, what kind of person does Xianglan have never seen?

The so-called talented man who has proved to be romantic is just a sissy who has no makeup on. When the country is in a critical moment, do these saints and disciples dare to face the butcher's butcher's knife?

The wealthy and wealthy families who pile up gold and silver are just clowns who are played with by gold and silver. When their compatriots cry, do these people who spend a lot of money dare to fight to the death?

As for the miscellaneous officials of the imperial court, they are at most important to serve as masters in front of ordinary people and prostitutes. Are there few such officials who surrender to foreign enemies?

Among the various people Xianglan has seen, only the soldier in front of her is called a man and is matched with the word "hero".

I don’t know how many times it took, the soldier in front of me opened his eyes and said the first thing he said was: “Have you won?”

Xianglan quickly pressed the soldier who wanted to get up and whispered: "The battle is so fierce outside, you are not hurt very much, so you must not get up..."

The soldier seemed to have never seen a beautiful woman as beautiful as Xianglan. He was stunned for a moment and asked stiffly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Lin Qianjin, and I am from the Flower Boat Club." Facing this young warrior who is younger than me, if he reports a flower name like Xianglan, it will be slandering the warrior's ears.

"The Flower Boat Club? Are you here to help transport the people of Yangzhou? My name is Lu Shi Li, thank you for helping us."

"Well, that's right." It seems that this young man is really simple, and he can't tell the difference between the Flower Boat Club and the Pai Gang.

For the sake of the people of Yangzhou, I don’t even care about my life. What a good man. Xianglan suddenly felt miserable and helpless when she was not married. As a woman, especially a woman with a little beauty, is she qualified to have too many unrealistic fantasies once she got into the world?

"I'm leaving," Lu Zhili struggled to stand up, "There's still a war outside, I can't lie here, I'm going out to fight the Tartars."

Xianglan was shocked and hurriedly stopped her: "You are so seriously injured, how can you go to the battlefield again?"

"As long as you join the army to die, you must be ready to die at any time. Zhongsheng Bo has long said that we came to Yangzhou to die." Lu Shili finally stood up staggeringly: "One of our camp officials in Geng's character camp has died, and the new camp officials are also fighting. My team officer has no legs and is still crawling around to fight. I am not dead yet, so I can't be here. The soldiers who go to the army to die can only be on the battlefield. You are not a place where I should stay."

"But... but you can't even stand firmly, and you will definitely die if you fight hard." Xianglan tried her best to keep Lu Li, and she had a fantasy of spending more time alone with this boy.

"If I don't die, the people of Yangzhou will die. Zhongsheng Bo once said that soldiers will die for the people, no matter what else."

This is the soldier.

Xianglan already knew that she could not keep this young man, and a real soldier was not something that a beautiful woman could keep.

Isn’t it the dream of a soldier to seek benevolence and a soldier to seek righteousness?

Perhaps the fantasy just now was just a fantasy that could never become a reality. The Xianglan, who often plays with the arrogant talent and the wealthy rich, cannot retain a simple boy.

Xianglan helped Lu Shili put down the springboard. Lu Shilili grabbed the fork and walked firmly off the flower boat.

"You..." Xianglan wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and finally didn't say it, but scolded herself in her heart: "A bitch is a bitch, she is a bitch all her life, and she still dreams of matching heroes. I deserve it."

Lu Shili, who had got off the flower boat, turned around and grinned at Xianglan, and said honestly: "You are a good person, thank you."

Suddenly, a stream of hope rose up, and Xianglan hurriedly shouted: "If you don't die, come to Huazi Lane, Nanjing to find me, don't ask for a meeting..."

The brothel where Xianglan is located was originally a prosperous place, but she did not dare to tell the dirty place to the hero in her mind, so she had to report her apartment in a remote corner.
Chapter completed!