On the vast Gobi Desert of Khorasan, Anping Village seems to be an inconspicuous landfill.

The rammed village walls were sparse battlements, with broken military flags inserted on the battlements, and the whistle stairs were empty.

Several horses rushed to the front, but there was no response from the city, and there was no scout asking about the origin. There were bursts of clamoring sounds from the village, and I don’t know what happened.

Seeing this, Zhao Xingde's expression slightly darkened. Wang Heng and Liu Hua looked at each other, and their faces became hot. When did the Daxia army become deserted?

"These bastards have been beaten less by military sticks." Wang Heng said angrily, raised his horse whip, and shouted loudly at the gate of the village, "Come here, the commander of the capital is here, why don't you open the city gate!"

The answer was silence, the northwest wind whistled in the sky, as if mocking the mortals on the ground. The walls of Anping Village seemed empty, and most of the sentries on duty slipped away, but there were more than 300 musketeers behind the battlements. The regiment training uniforms on their bodies were already worn out, holding their breaths, holding their fill guns tightly, and in front of them, several nervous officers were squatting. "Don't make a sound!" The other shouted in a low voice: "If you want to go back to the river, be ready. With the order of the lord, you will fire guns together." The musketeers near him nodded involuntarily as they stared at him. A little further behind the battlements, several musketeers squeezed together closer than others. This was a small team, and the elites who were specially transferred from Guanzhong.

Several musketeers put their heads together and muttered, but the officers didn't have much control when they saw it. After all, war still depends on these scum.

"This official is so confused that he is so confused that he is so desperate. Why don't he run away quickly and he is rushing to seek death." Bao Qizhang whispered, "It's really a elm head."

"That's right," Guo Hong cursed, "Damn, I haven't started a murderous act yet."

"Speak quietly." Fu Qing, the team leader, whispered, "I haven't started the killing, so don't start this time."

"Yes." Guo Hong responded absent-mindedly, but a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Before joining the army, he just wanted to have a full meal, but as the saying goes, with sharp blades, murderous intentions arise, fire guns, stabbing guns, and marching. After training for so many days, a restless factor quietly breeds the hearts of a few excellent army training seeds such as Guo Hong. The military mansion draws elite Western aid in the Luoyang regiment training camp, and Fu Qing and Bao Qizhang arrive at the legendary Letu River as soon as possible to receive land. However, after the regiment training camp arrives in the river, it is almost immediately dispersed by the military mansion and used it as a sand mix. The officers who originally valued Guo Hong were transferred to where they were transferred. Their team is more like round stones on the Gobi Desert, blown by the evil wind.

When he arrived at this ghost place where birds were not shit, he would have been buried in this Anping Village where maggots were moldy. Guo Hong was very disappointed, so when King Kang of Hezhong secretly contacted the uprising, Guo Hong was the first to respond. The official who was the one who was the one who was here promised him that as long as the uprising was successful, he would at least be a centurion. However, before this, he was still staying in Fu Qing's team honestly. Fortunately, he convinced Fu Qing, Bao Qizhang and others that after turning against each other, everyone could return to Hezhong early. The team's partners, Fu Qing, Guo Hong, Bao Qizhang, and Gou Saner, as elite musketeers from Guanzhong, went up to the village wall to ambush. In Guo Hong's eyes, this was a good opportunity to make meritorious service.

"Prepare to fire a gun—" the officer whispered, "One—, two—"

Guo Hong took out the fire note and carefully blew the sparks. He felt his heart jumping out of his throat.

"Don't be careless and raise the gun." Fu Qing said in a low voice. How could he not understand the brother's idea? But as long as he was still the eldest brother of the four, he would not let him go. Although General Wang didn't look down on the people of Guandong and cursed him all the time, he still treated them as human beings. He had never deducted military pay in the camp. Although the money and food are tight now, it had nothing to do with General Wang. If he hadn't thought of returning to the river as soon as possible, Fu Qing wouldn't have agreed to Guo Hong join. Fortunately, it was also true that he would not agree to Guo Hong join.

Guo Hong nodded without answering. Time seemed to have frozen, and the west wind was fierce, whizzing past Anping Village.

Under the city, several riders were getting closer and closer, only a few steps away from the village wall.

"Damn it, these bastards, I'm going to curse, and just as he was about to open the village gate again, his face suddenly frozen, his eyes full of incredibleness.

Almost in an instant, a row of black muzzles stretched out from the trumpets of the village wall. The musketeers looked pale, and Wang Heng didn't have to look at his eyes, and he could guess that the leads on the buttocks of the muskete were burning.

"Damn it, there is an ambush!" Wang Heng thoughts flashed through his mind, and he instinctively shouted, "Sir Zhao, go!" Then his eyes turned dark.

"Bang—" "Bang—" "Bang—" "Bang bang bang bang—" Almost the same moment Wang Heng shouted, hundreds of muskets that had already ambushed on the village wall exploded like explosive beans.

The gun whizzed down like a storm. Outside the village wall, everyone on the horse's back almost fell down. The war horse was hit by the gun and fell down wailingly. "That's all." A trace of loss flashed across Guo Hong's heart. In any case, he still raised the gun a little higher as Boss Fu's instructions. However, under the rain of bullets of hundreds of muskets, several horses died so much that they could not die anymore, and they could not tell who it was. Guo Hong put away the musket,

In the loss, he did not load ammunition again and looked down from the village wall. However, the officers of the Hezhong who were also standing on the village wall reacted differently from the musketeers. Although he only saw clearly that the cavalry under the city hid in the stirrup before the sound of the guns. The commander Wang Hengdu was still pulled down by someone. Although he fell off the horse, he had finally won his life under the rain of bullets. The commander Wang Du was about to let go, so he would let the tiger go back to the mountain.

"I was asked to escape and open the city gate!" The officer at the city gate shouted, "I want to open the city gate if I want to live or die!"

Two hundred musketeers were ambushed in the village gate, which was different from the musketeers on the city gate. All of these musketeers were stabbed with guns, and as the village gate creaked open, they all rushed out.

Zhao Xingde and others had just crawled out from under the corpse of the war horse, and Wang Heng was still putting one foot in the stirrup.

"Who dares to come up!" Wang Heng's face was covered in blood, as if he had been chopped by someone, his eyes were red, and he even forgot to pull out the knife. He opened his hands to stop everyone, turned his head and shouted loudly, "Sir Zhao, go!"

At this time, the musketeers gushing out of the village were already surrounded with bright guns.

"Master Zhao, go!" Wang Heng shouted, which made the musketeers in front of him stunned, and they all turned their eyes to the officers with a raw face behind Wang Heng. Among the minds of the musketeers, Wang Heng led the army alone and was already the largest general. Therefore, as long as Wang Heng was killed, even if he had a letter of revenge, he would be rebellious. Although the musketeers were incited to cause chaos, Wang Heng had some prestige in the regiment training camp. Yesterday was their Shangguan, and today he would be dismembered from the rebellion. No one would have any prestige.

He was the first to rush forward, and his pace couldn't help slowing down. Hundreds of musketeers who had just put a platoon on the village wall also rushed out. However, General Wang, who was extremely precious in the eyes of everyone, not only did not run away in the face of difficulties, but also stood in front of another person. How big is this man? There are many minds among the musketeers. Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder: "Who is this Lord Zhao?" The rebels didn't care about killing people for a moment, and looked behind Wang Heng together, seeing who was the sacred one?

"Why are you still standing there? The officer behind him shouted loudly when he saw this, "No matter who it is? Hurry up and arrest him, no matter how hard he is!"

Under his urging, the hesitant musketman rushed forward a few more steps. The shaking gun was about to hit Wang Heng's chest, but he was pushed away by someone. A tall and thin officer blocked Wang Heng's front. His eyes were calm, and he looked at the rebels coming up. He asked in a deep voice: "When you put on the spear, bring a spare medicine bag?" This is a command from the Cao Dian. The musketman must prepare a spare medicine bag before stabbing the gun out of the formation. In this way, if you need to line up the array and line up the gun to meet the enemy, you can install it immediately after stabbing the gun.

After eating and drinking, several chaotic soldiers in front stopped their pace. Some people couldn't help but reach out and touched their waists, and almost replied loudly: "Take it." Frightened by his momentum, the musketeers in the front row stood still. Some looked nervous and some were embarrassed. They were not like vicious rebels, but like people who were caught on the spot who violated military discipline. The rebels behind were unclear, so they began to clamor again, rushing forward while pushing and shoving forward, and surrounded Zhao Xingde and others.

"Protect your husband, retreat first!" Wang Heng was so anxious that his forehead was sweating and shouted loudly, but at this time he had no choice but to retreat.

"No need." Zhao Xingde calmed down, surrounded by his subordinates' staff officers, but looked coldly at the musketman coming up, and shouted in a deep voice, "The musket battalion is in the array in the battlefield, and thousands of people are advancing and retreating, and the brave cannot advance alone, and the coward cannot retreat alone. Have you forgotten all the training of the caring language?" He had been in charge of the army for a long time, and he was not angry and powerful. Some of the musketmen in the front row couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart, and someone else shouted: "His grandma, what are you?" Someone was jealous, raised his gun, and shouted loudly: "If you rebel, just take his life!" Wang Heng was anxious, stretched out his hands, and shouted loudly: "This is General Zhao Xingde, the Marquis of Baoyi. If you dare to hurt him, you will be in danger of death. The world is so great that there is no place to live!"

"What? Zhao Baoyi?" The musketman was stunned for a moment. Zhao Xingde's name was well-known even for ordinary musketman. For those who were born as a worker in Kanto, they didn't know who Chen Xuan was, but no one didn't know who Zhao Xingde was?

"That's right, it's Zhao Baoyi!" Fu Qing squeezed in front and saw Zhao Baoyi at a glance. He had been proofread by Zhao Baoyi in Luoyang, so how could Zhao Xingde forget about his appearance?
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