: Decisive

The four nine cities shrouded in the darkness seemed to have solidified. The warmth that did not belong to this season made people increasingly manic, as if they were stuffy in an airtight cage. The sound of the time was still sounding, and the man's weak shouting came from this quiet city and then spread out, and it was the only sound in this stagnant pool.

In the increasingly dull air, Sijiucheng is definitely not a stagnant pool of water.

Under this seemingly suffocating appearance, countless undercurrents are surging, looking for weak links at all times, and may burst out at any time. Hot lava can burst out at any time, burning this depressing world to pieces.

A pair of longing eyes and lips that seem dry due to excitement all convey the same message: Spring thunder is about to fall from the distant sky. When the first ray of sunshine rises, the world will be turned upside down and the face will be changed...

At this moment when great changes are imminent, everyone is ready to do something.

Neighbors and neighbors are silently conveying some information with their eyes, and then they tacitly pick up shovels or wooden sticks: at the moment when the war drums and thunderstorms, all hatred and bullying will be washed away with blood. All insults and injustice will burst out.

The earth fire is surging, and perhaps only a trivial little spark can completely burn the four nine cities with a population of millions.

That night, no one could fall asleep, and they were all looking forward to something accidental, and then they were revengeful and the raging fire.

The remaining bannermen in the city became more and more sensitive. After clearly feeling the hostile gazes in front of and behind, they already felt that the doomsday was approaching. They locked the door early on, and the whole family gathered together, holding sharp objects or iron rods that could save their lives...

Tomorrow, when the sun rises tomorrow, the army to die will attack the city. This capital that once represented all the glory of the Eight Banners can no longer protect the bannermen and will be broken in a blink of an eye.

Before the city was broken, millions of Han people in the city would never stop watching. It can almost be concluded that these Han people would do something. No matter what they were going to do, millions of pairs of hatred eyes were enough to make everyone feel trembling. No one dared to imagine what kind of vast ocean would a million hearts full of hatred and murderous aura would form.

After the city is broken, it will inevitably face bloody revenge from the army to die. For the bannermen who have not had time to withdraw, the army to die has always used the most intense and direct means - massacre.

It has become a routine for the Dead Army to do this. When many people are not used to or even criticize the bloody and violent behavior of the Dead Army, the bannermen are the first to get used to and understand this method.

It seems too incredible, but it is normal to think about it carefully. The act of slaughtering the enemy and slaughtering the city is the first and often used by the bannermen. The benefits and influences of the bannermen have been understood by the bannermen.

Understanding is a matter of one thing, but it is absolutely difficult to accept it.

The capital now is just a piece of paper thing, and it is not allowed to attack the dead army. Moreover, in the final target of the dead army, Li Si will never be ruthless, and he has no scruples, and he even dares to invest all his troops at all costs.

No matter what Li Si does, the loss of the capital is inevitable, and no matter what miracle happens, it is impossible to recover.

Only at this time, surrender will become the safest and most worth trying thing. Perhaps after surrender, the army to die may be open to the Internet.

Although he had this idea in his heart, everyone knew that the court would not surrender.

Perhaps the court could continue to retreat with the remaining Eight Banners soldiers, but there were still tens of thousands of bannermen who had no time to withdraw. What should they do?

Many people know their final outcome. Whether it is the riots of the people in the city or the massacre of the dead, it is no longer so important, because this destination is already destined, and everyone is just dead.

When they knew they would die, many people were less afraid, but instead were crazy about drinking and enjoying themselves. They piled up the gold, silver, wealth, jade and antiques he had plundered, and then laughed wildly or cried bitterly on this thing...

Some people also murmured and prayed, hoping that the gods in the sky could descend a Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and took them out of this city that was about to be flooded with blood.

In this era, only wars related to nations are the cruelest and bloodiest. Because fighting and massacre are not only limited to the battlefield, but also the struggle between warriors. It is the most direct collision between two nations. Men, women, young and old are the targets of the other party's massacre and the targets of the other party's contribution. As long as it is not the right or wrong of our race, the minds must be different. This extremely extreme practice is not only understood by many people, but can also be well implemented when used. It is definitely not a horrifying remark that does not distinguish between military and civilians, kills the whole family and the death of the race and the death of the race.

While the flag people were trembling in trembling and terror, and when they were about to face massacre and death, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope. This was also the last hope. Although it was illusory, it was finally a kind of comfort for themselves. It could allow the hearts that were desperate in the face of terror and death to reach the last hope.

In the south, on the distant Yellow River, there is a Manchu Uliyan and a savior of the bannermen.

When the flag people were facing the butcher knife and being massacred, it was Wu Liyan who stepped forward and pulled back thousands of flag people who had already stepped into the gate of hell.

No one has seen this person before, but every bannerman has heard of it - Lu Zhili.

As a bannerman, if you don’t know the name Lu Zhili, it’s like a monk who doesn’t know the Tathagata Taoist priests don’t know the Three Pure Ones, which is absolutely ridiculous and incredible.

The name Lu Zhili once made all the Qing people, including the bannermen, look at him.

The organization that exists to implement the Seven Killing Order has its fierce battles and pervasive infiltration. It is definitely a nightmare that the Qing people will never be able to escape. The Seven Killing Death Soldier is the evil spirit of the Qing people. The Seven Killing Death Soldier and the leader of the Seven Killing Death Soldier is this Lu Literature.

It was such a person who was even more terrifying than chasing the deadly Yama in the eyes of the Qing people. It was Lu Zhili, but he sacrificed everything just to save his enemy.

This made all the bannermen unable to believe it, but it was indeed a real thing.

Lu Zhili's "heroic deeds" are two completely opposite extremes, and in the eyes of the world, there are two completely different impressions. In the eyes of the Chinese Han people, Lu Zhili is a bastard who forgot his ancestors. He not only betrayed the cultivation of the Grand Marshal, but also betrayed his own nation. As for his ruining his future and reputation, he was completely self-defeating. It is not worthy of regret or sympathy. Even if he beats him a few times, he cannot relieve his hatred. Even if he breaks his legs together, it is also light.

After being given by the bannerman, when mentioning the name Lu Zhili, the name Wuliyan must be given before these three characters. Among the bannerman, the full name of Lu Zhili is Wuliyan Lu Zhili.

The strong wind knows the strong grass and sees heroes in times of adversity. Only when the Qing Dynasty is declining and the army to die is growing stronger, the meaning of Lu Zhili's existence becomes more precious. At this moment of life and death, Uliyan Lu Zhili has transformed from a person into an omnipotent savior, and only a legendary figure can compete with Li Si's great killing star.

Just like Li Sizhi's pressure on the bannermen, Lu Shi Li is the savior in the hearts of the bannermen.

Perhaps, or, perhaps, Uliyanlu's literacy will save the bannermen again. Although this completely impossible idea seems ridiculous, the banner people have to place their hopes here. When the army to die raised the butcher knife, perhaps Wuliyan's name, the three words that shine for a moment in the army to die, may be able to prevent the killing from happening.

Many bannermen tried every means to use the three words Lu Zhili as amulets, and asked someone to write them early and hide them in close proximity. Although they knew very well that this amulet could not really block the fork of the army to die. They still carried this amulet in close proximity, even if they died, they could get the care of Wu Liyan. Perhaps they could really eliminate all kinds of sins during their lifetime and not fall into hell...

This night seemed so long.

In the midst of desire and anxiety, in the midst of revenge and fear, this extraordinary night was passed peacefully.

Nothing happened.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the window in the early morning, both the bannermen and the Han people were surprised to find that this night, which was destined to happen, was so peaceful.

But everything knows that peace cannot continue. Perhaps in the next moment, blood will cover the city.

Although the internal riots did not occur, the stones hanging in the hearts of the flagmen were hung higher. Not happening for the time being does not mean that it really would not happen. The wind and thunder will become more violent after the brewing period is longer.

Almost at the same time, the war drums and thunder of the army to die were roaring, and the dense artillery began to roar.

In an instant, the army to die showed all the power of the firepower. Although people could not see how fierce the battle was on the top of the city, when they heard the continuous and dense roar of cannons like rain, they knew that this would be a battle that would change the color of the universe.

What the army said was the water that was poured out and could not be changed. From the moment the siege officially began, it was no longer acceptable to surrender in any situation, even if it was unconditional surrender.

Cheng Zidong is also a long-standing general who has experienced many battles, and has experienced many battles of all sizes. From ordinary fork soldiers to the current commander, he has grown up with almost every battle of the army to the death, but he has never been as nervous as he has today.

Cheng Zidong himself couldn't explain whether it was nervous or excited, or something else.

The defensive power of the capital was almost as pale as the absolute strength of the army to die. Even Cheng Zidong, who was tall and deep in this city, was 1,000% sure that the battle ended within a day and night.

"No matter how old or young, whether it is male or female, kill them in one body. If you don't kill all the Tartars, you will never stop the knife."

"This is my final decisive battle for the Dead Army. It has full firepower and full force, and no reserve force is left."

After issuing several orders to attack death in one breath, Cheng Zidong also sacrificed the biggest magic weapon of the army to die: "The general said in person that this battle is related to all the glory of my army to die and the growth and decline of the country and nation. We must show the prestige of the army to die, so that any foreign tribe will be afraid of today's battle..."

"If you hesitate to the former, you will be killed."

"Those who are kind-hearted and soft-hearted will be killed."

This is definitely not only the last battle between the Dead Army and the Tartars, but also the battle to recover the capital. After this battle, no matter what kind of elite strong army appears in later generations, it is impossible to compare with the merits of the Dead Army, and it is impossible to replicate the glory of the Dead Army today. The status of the Dead Army will never be shaken. The glory and glory of this battle can be written into history books and make every soldier and their descendants proud for several lifetimes.

"My father, my mother, my dear ancestor, I'm here, the cannon camp has arrived," Fu Erbian also put away the mule's expression that he jumped up and down on weekdays. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. His small and almost invisible eyes were filled with water: "Fight the capital, kill the Tartars, and the last battle, I will blow his mother's, and bang..."

The soldiers of the cannon camp were not only full of strength, but also the glory of being soldiers of the death army. The feat of restoring the capital was a luxury that was encountered in eight lifetimes. Today I personally participated in it, which was enough to make small figures become great heroes who left their names in history, enough to make future generations talk about for hundreds of years, and enough to make the ancestors and ancestors tremble.

Twenty-six Divine Power Copper Cannons and a total of ten red-clothed cannons opened in an instant, and they suddenly made bricks and stones flying across the battlements on the top of the city. While firing against the Qing army cannons, they covered the infantry archers and small iron cannons to advance wildly.

More than 200 small iron cannons with 400 kilograms entered the range under the cover of cannons. The soldiers of the artillery camp were already crazy and cut off the rope that was holding the horse when they drew their swords. The artillery matrix was cracked by the enemy's cannon stones falling like rain...

"Come on, come on, Tartars, come on!" The blind man Fu Er, who had always liked to shout, lost the kind of scolding he usually called, and his tone became unable to hear it. It seemed that all the blood and spirit in his body were filled into the cannon, and his soul or something called popularity was also filled into it.

"Fire the cannon—" The red flag in the blind Fu Er's hand fell, and the sound of squeezing out of his heart and lungs seemed like a wild beast mooing.

This kind of small iron cannon with a very close range and no power is as large as that of a large number. Once it enters the range, it is enough to cover one side.

The sound of thunder-like cannons in the past seemed to be inaudible, and I could only feel the ground under my feet tremble violently.

It seemed like a whirlwind suddenly blew up the top of the city, and the broken bricks and tiles and flying flesh immediately rose, filling up a strange and gorgeous fog-like thing, obscuring people's sight.

"Fire the artillery! Suppress the Tartars for me, let the Tartars know the power of our artillery battalion, and let the people in the world know the majesty of our artillery battalion..." It is better to say that it is catharsis rather than commanding. Fu Erbiao can no longer control the rhythm.

The arrows were as rained as the sky, and I didn’t know how many arrows were flying to the city. I no longer had to worry about the reserves and quantity. The soldiers of the Earthly Branch Camp were just venting their blood and enthusiasm.

If surrendering to the Tartars was the biggest mistake in this life, then now, correcting this mistake and washing away the shame before, restoring the capital and fighting the Tartars was the biggest goal of the earthly camp.

No matter what you have done before or what you have done wrong before, after this battle, there is only pride and glory.

The sword player no longer has to deliberately guard the archers behind him, because the defensive power arranged by the Tartars obviously cannot pose a great threat to the dead army. When he has an absolute advantage, the only thing left is attack.

He Junli of the Musket Battalion has always been known for his calmness. The calmness that makes people feel fearful is obviously gone. After several rounds of orderly shooting, He Junli has already sensed the weakness and paleness of the enemy's defense and counterattack, and immediately gave up the previous calmness, and gave up the continuity of the musket strikes, abandoned the second-stage shooting method, and led the musket soldiers to advance directly:

"All volleys, go forward-"

"Shit, go forward..."

The fire gun camp advanced with unprecedented speed. This speed of advancement is definitely a fatal taboo in He Junli's precise craftsman command method, but at this moment, order is no longer needed, only strike, and then strike...

With the support of various long-range firepower, tens of thousands of socialists were also in a state of madness. The senior brothers who were covered with chicken blood were completely crazy. They even recited the spell for some reason, but they kept shouting: "Thunder and Fire Heavenly Punishment, Slaying Demons and Eliminating Demons..."

The disciples of the Heavenly Venerable who held a wooden stick and hoe and even just a kitchen knife have never been so passionate. They are really crazy and rushed forward desperately.

As the crowd gathered like the sea and the tide, the defense power of the capital was as insignificant as drizzle. After the cannon stone fell and splashed a few red waves, it was immediately submerged by the surging tide behind, which could not attract people's attention at all.

Cheng Zidong held the order flag and stared at the front. The Tartars' defense and counterattack ability were even weaker than expected. The general socialists had even broken through the enemy's artillery firing boundary. If they advanced again, they could enter the shooting angle of the bow and arrow.

The main fork soldiers who had been begging behind the army could hardly hold back. Although they were all warriors who had been through many battles and had already been used to the generosity of such large army charges, the battle in front of them was really important, and it was simply a mission to go to the shoulders of the dead army. When the mission was about to be seen, the heartbeat of each soldier was accelerating, the blood vessels in the temples were rippling and the forks in his hand could sweat.

But they are elite and main force, and are still waiting for the final general attack order.

Not to mention the battalion officials of each battalion, even the team officials and the small flag officials below were so excited that they couldn't control themselves. Their bodies seemed a little weak, which was the kind of excitement that was unique before the war.

This battle must be bloody, and we must return the price that this nation has paid ten times and a hundred times. This is the responsibility and mission that has been waiting for since the death army was formed.

After traveling thousands of miles, they have experienced countless battles of all sizes and sizes, and countless children and brothers have buried their bones in a foreign land and turned into gods. Finally, at this last moment, let alone the thin capital city in front of them, they have to kill them in a clear way, even the dragon pond and tiger den or the Lingxiao Palace.

The countless heroic spirits of fathers and brothers in front of them were attached to this sharp fork. They were waiting, just like these soldiers, and could not wait any longer. The billions of compatriots behind them were looking forward to this battle that would change the world. The five hundred years of luck of the Chinese nation was attached to the sharp fork. After this battle, the nation that had entered the Chinese hall and tried to enslave this nation no longer exists. All foreign races who had or were about to have this idea will tremble in front of the forks of the death army.

The fork in my hand is already weighing thousands of pounds.

Make the Yellow River Nine Clear, and make Mount Tai look like millet. The power of this battle will be with the mountains and rivers and the sun and the moon!
To be continued...