Zhao Xu still remembers when he was just conquered the Hu Ben Army. At that time, he was so young that he didn't even dare to kill a chicken.

Less than a year later, he has grown into a veteran who can stand alone.

I remember someone told him that you can't be afraid at all on the battlefield, and whoever is afraid will die will be the one who will be afraid.

Zhao Xu deeply agreed. When the two armies fought, they fought in one breath except for absolute strength.

This energy is courage.

If you lack courage, your momentum will be completely suppressed and you will not have the power to fight back at all.

If you take a step back, the enemy will move forward.

The losses are immeasurable.

So even if the body is covered in blood or the body is injured, Zhao Xu will not take a step back as long as the main general does not give the order to withdraw his troops.

"kill!"

Zhao Xu roared angrily and slashed at a Qing soldier's neck.

He had already seen fear and fear from the other party's eyes, and at this time the offensive benefits were the greatest.

Zhao Xu's sword was filled with strength. The Qing soldiers wanted to raise the sword to block it, but how could they block it?

In a moment, the horizontal knife in his hand was knocked away, and Zhao Xu's waist knife smeared his neck.

It was just because of this blocking that the one who could have directly cut off the head level was now only a big hole was cut.

The Qing soldier stared at Zhao Xu in disbelief, and tried his best to block the wound with both hands, trying to stop the blood.

But this was naturally futile. Blood gushed out of the wound, and one or two bubbles emerged from time to time.

Soon the Qing soldier fell to the ground, twitching and fluttering like a river fish without water.

Zhao Xu glanced at him in disgust and stepped forward to make up for it.

The Qing soldiers immediately felt weak and stopped moving.

After one battle after another, Zhao Xu's combat experience is now very rich.

He knows where the weakest position of a person is, and knows how to quickly kill an enemy.

Stabilize, accurate and ruthless, without any delay.

"Brother Xuzi, be careful!"

At this moment, Zhao Xu heard Li Shitou's cry, and he quickly turned sideways and saw a Qing soldier slashing from behind him.

Fortunately, he avoided it in time, otherwise the knife would be severely injured even if he did not die.

The Qing soldier rushed over, but Zhao Xu gently dodged away, and his body lost its center of gravity and leaned forward.

Zhao Xu moved forward and stabbed the Qing soldiers' vest with one knife.

Green camp soldiers like this are only equipped with cotton armor, and the protective ability of cotton armor is close to nothing. After Zhao Xu's knife, cotton armor did not play any protective role at all.

"Well"

The Qing soldier knew that he was bound to die, and wanted to struggle to turn around.

Zhao Xu stepped on his back with a hard kick.

"Remember it was my grandfather who killed you. Don't recognize the wrong person when you come to the King of Hell! Be reincarnate as a person in the next life, and stop being a lackey of the Tartars!"

Zhao Xu killed one person in ten steps. At first, the Qing soldiers took the initiative to step forward. Not long after, he saw his Qing soldiers taking the initiative to run away.

Zhao Xu's image at this moment was really terrifying. Not only was he covered in blood, but his hooded helmet fell off and his hair was dissipated.

The disheveled hair looks like an evil ghost.

How could a person beat a "ghost"? Therefore, the Qing soldiers ran away when they saw Zhao Xu.

Li Shitou's gains are not small.

His figure is not as tall as Zhao Xu, so his tactics are also relatively different.

He specialized in the lower three ways of the Tartars, first breaking the center of gravity of the Tartars before finishing off.

This tactic is very effective.

Ordinary people only pay attention to the key points of the body, such as the heart and neck.

And few people pay attention to both legs.

Li Shitou cut his legs randomly, killing Qing soldiers with a confused look on his face.

Some of them were unlucky and even got killed by Li Shitou and became eunuchs.

Li Shitou was so angry that he even forgot to count.

When I remembered it, I regretted it.

At this moment, there were nearly 10,000 Ming troops in the city, and they had basically controlled the situation.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Qing army took the initiative to retreat to the inner city.

Zhao Xu and Li Shitou wanted to pursue, but General Qian ordered them to stand by on the spot.

The most urgent task now is to control the gaps that have been blown out in each city gate.

As long as the gate is held, no Qing army in the city can escape.

Isn’t it beautiful to catch a turtle in a jar?

Zhao Xu and Li Shitou were bored for a moment and compared to the number of enemies killed.

Zhao Xu calculated that he had killed twenty-three people in total, and Li Shitou turned his eyes and said that he had killed twenty-four people.

Zhao Xu gave him annoyed and said, "Your face is thicker than the city wall. Do you have the nerve to say that you killed twenty-four Tartars?"

Li Shitou straightened his chest and said, "What's wrong with me? I obviously killed twenty-four Tartars."

"Forget it, I won't compete with you. If I had known that you were so naughty, I wouldn't have competed with you."

The two of them had no time to stop and harvest their heads when they killed the enemy, which caused this confusing debt.

"Haha, just kill it so well? Win or lose is that important. Brother Xuzi, we haven't killed Tartars so easily for a long time."

"Um."

Zhao Xu nodded and said, "The Tartars are so hard to resist fighting, they are not satisfied at all. These Tartars are still slightly resistant to fighting."

"I just said that the Tartars were all blown up. What other Eight Banners are not as big as ten thousand, and they are invincible. If they were so powerful, why would they rely on the Green Camp soldiers to conquer the world? Eight Banners were watching the show?"

Li Shitou is becoming more and more confident now: "When Your Majesty decides to fight the Eastern Expedition, there are still people in the army who are dissatisfied. Now, everyone is shut up."

"It seems like His Holiness!"

Zhao Xu's eyes were pointed, and when he saw the blood-red golden dragon flag, he knew that the emperor was coming.

"The city has not yet settled down, why did Your Majesty enter the city?"

Li Shitou was sweating. He was blind and had no eyes. What if the Tartars fired a cold arrow in the dark and injured His Majesty?

"What are you afraid of? Now the city is full of our people. The army has already guarded the demands everywhere. Are you still afraid that the Tartars will make a fortune?"

Zhao Xu paused and said, "Your Majesty is going to be with us."

I have to say that Zhao Xu admired him very much.

People always said that the emperor was cowardly, but in his opinion, the emperor would always be with the soldiers whenever he personally fought.

Although it is not as exaggerated as leading by example, it will never hide behind.

Such a good emperor is hard to find even with lanterns. I really don’t know how those rumors spread.

It's really awesome.

In fact, whether the emperor is in the army or not, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army is definitely at two levels.

Although it is just a role of boosting morale, the combat power of the Ming army can be increased by at least 30%.

After all, the soldiers fought for the emperor. Although they were injured after the war, they were encouraged and comforted by the emperor, and their hearts were warm. In the future battles, they could work harder to fight for the imperial court and the emperor.

People's hearts are full of flesh. Can't they feel who is good to them?

"Your Majesty is really a Holy Lord."
Chapter completed!