Bang, Lan Yu whipped Fu Rang's shoulder directly.

A few days later, I will definitely ask him how he taught you? How did you give birth to a woman like you?

Repaying his damn ominousness? The auspiciousness in this world depends on the swords and guns in the hands of men!

Are you soft-hearted? Have you ever thought about what would happen if you, you were born with melon seeds in their hands!

Have you ever thought about how much food thousands of people have to eat in a day? How many people need to watch them? We are fighting now, we are not fucking helping the victims! Your woman can only harm you in the future.

Have these brothers around you!

Lan Yu roared loudly, and spitted Shi Xingzi sprayed Fu Rang's face.

You are the only one? You even recommend it to me like a treasure. Let me take care of you. The mud cannot support you. You can't catch up with Li Jinglong? Lan Yu continued to curse, you are the only one who can't blame you in the future.

If you lead the army, then his mother widow has died and her son has no hope!

The reason why Lan Yu cursed was because he was already furious.

Fu Rang is the third generation of generals deliberately trained by Zhu Yunyu, just as Zhu Biao promoted and cultivated him Lan Yu back then. But Fu Rang was completely different from his Lan Yu, and he was so soft-hearted.

The handsome man calmed down! He looked at Fu Rang and others with contempt. He had some of the young men who couldn't do it. Brothers should do these rough jobs! It's just a few thousand heads, and it's a matter of moving them!

No! Lan Yu's tone was decisive, so they went! As he said that, he pointed at Fu Rang and others, and his eyes swept across their faces one by one. Military achievements are not that easy to obtain. Since you have chosen to join the army, these are your fate!

Now, clean my face and kill me!

Fu Rang and others were ashamed and said loudly, yes!

After saying that, hundreds of Yulin Guards and martial arts students who had been trained in the army followed Fu Rang and Wang De and walked towards the other side.

Grandmaster, are they okay? He asked.

Lan Yu sneered. If they couldn't even kill anyone, there was no need for them to stay by my side!

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On Maoer Mountain, the trampled Beiyuan Camp is in the center, full of Wuyang Wuyang's heads.

The captives sat cross-legged on the cold snow, and each of them had ropes tied to their wrists, one tied to the other, and one move was a string.

Some of them lowered their heads and looked sad and filled with fear.

Some people have a look of indifference, as if they care nothing.

There were also people who were staring at the Ming army who was facing them with military crossbows, with hatred in their eyes.

There were two hundred of these! The Ming army captain who was stabbed on one shoulder shook the rope in his hand and whispered in a humorous voice, "How many people do you want to cut it?"

Fu Rang looked at the prisoners and pondered for a long time.

He has been reading military books since he was a child and practiced archery and horse martial arts in order to fight for the country in the future. But his next actions were never taught by him in his life.

For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

How do you do it? Fu Rang spoke in a low voice.

The Ming army captain looked at him, and there was a meaning of being unexplained in his eyes. Sir, you asked the wrong person. This is the first time you have seen him under this issue!

Wang De looked unhappy and said angrily, "You guy, the courage you have brought is as sarcastic as us?" You don't know, you are so fucking tied the ropes!"

The price was a pig slaughter before! The school rolled his eyes and made Wang De very angry.

Brother, I sincerely ask you! Fu Ranggong bowed, you also know who I am. If you give me some advice, I will naturally not treat you badly!

The little school smiled and saw what you said, you are the son of the Duke, how dare you teach you? As he said, he got closer and whispered, two hundred people in a string, and took out a few strings at a time, and pulled them out at the foot of the mountain.

Isn’t it a knot after killing? It’s not impossible to kill here, but it’s confusing. I have to deal with it later? Besides, these thousands of people really need to get angry, it’s going to take care of them!

Thank you! Fu Rang bowed and said to the people around him, let the brothers prepare the guys and lead a few more!

Several young generals of the Yulin Guard were actually a little nervous, nodded silently, and held the knife handle tightly.

You either do it, even a pig knows that you are going to kill him! The school shook his head speechlessly and shouted at the prisoners, "You are lucky, let you do your work!" As he said that, he only got those feathers.

Lin Wei came here, and led the other side to clean up the battlefield. The ones here led the horses to gather, and the ones there led the tents for us.........

The school shouted several times in a row, and Fu Rang discovered that the captives were surprisingly obedient and followed the people who were holding the rope obediently.

Suddenly, I understood a little.

The drowning person will catch the straw. When people are desperate, they will not be really desperate as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

~~

Several pairs of prisoners were led to the foot of the mountain, and Wang De led his men to follow him slowly.

The prisoners stood in the open space in a daze. Didn’t they ask them to work? But this place is an open space? They turned around in confusion, but suddenly changed color.

The military crossbow in the hands of the Ming army shines particularly against the backdrop of ice and snow.

Let it go! With Wang De's order, countless military crossbows penetrated the bodies of these prisoners in an instant.

Ah! Ah!

The open space immediately turned into a pool of blood, and the undead people let out heart-wrenching screams, constantly squirming in the pool of blood.

I'm so kind!

The Mingjun School, who came down with him, covered his forehead and slashed his sword to learn about it, but it turned out to be a cemetery! These young men are specializing in these damn things that are far away from each other!

Then he shook his head and waved his hand.

Dozens of Ming soldiers behind him drew their knives and walked into the pool of blood.

The tip of the knife was reversed and pierced into the other person's heart. After a few rounds, there was no sound around him.

This thing is better than military crossbows! Xiao proofreader Wang De said, "You don't have to waste it twice!"

Wang De looked at Fu Rang on the side, but the latter looked at the dead captives, then returned to the mountain again and led a few more strings down.

Before they could reach the foot of the mountain, the prisoners saw the corpses on the ground and began to exclaim.

But before they could scream, Fu Rang had already drawn his sword and stabbed his back into the back of his body. Beside him, the young men from Yulin Guards, attacked with ferociousness.

The body was covered with a layer of frost, and the wind blew over it!

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At some point, the wind and snow stopped, the cold wind blew through the clouds and walked away, and the earth was covered with dazzling pale white snow.

The big flag of King Yan in Zhu Di's army was still flying high. However, their military formation was already in ruins.

In the past few days, the Tartars have been defeated twelve times and more than 6,000 more men have died! In the military tent, Zhang Yu whispered to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Well! He moaned in pain, because Qiu Fu carefully added half an arrow from his arm with a clip.

Black and red blood gushed out, soaking Zhu Di's entire arm.

It seemed that after the arrow was pulled out, it was not so painful, and Zhu Di breathed a long sigh.

Look, the armor-breaking cone! Zhu Di looked at half an arrow. There was a sharpshooter in the Tartar army!

The sharpshooter is one in a million, specially equipped with a carefully crafted armor-breaking cone to snipe the opponent's senior generals on the battlefield.

A little to the right, the arrow shot into my heart! Zhu Di continued to laugh.

As he said that, his brows frowned immediately.

Qiansui held on! Qiu Fu first wiped away the blood stains with a clean cotton cloth, and then poured them on the wound with strong wine.

Hiss! Zhu Di sucked in his air, his fingernails almost fell into his flesh in his fist. It's so damn! It's so damn! It's so damn!

This arrow was really dangerous! Qiu Fu continued, fortunately, there was no poison on it, and fortunately it was winter now!

If it is poisoned, the blood that flows out will not be red and even the gods cannot save it.

If it is summer and the weather is hot, the wound will rot in a few days.

My life shouldn't be damned! Zhu Di doesn't care, he smiles cheerfully.

At this time, the curtain of the military tent was lifted and a man with a military doctor came in.

When I walked to Zhu Di, I put down the casual box, and after opening it, I found a set of scissors, knives, needles, and other items that seemed to be specially made.

(Traditional Chinese medicine in the Ming Dynasty can perform surgical operations, and the surgical tools used are similar to those in modern times. Real objects have been unearthed in archaeology. Here I will not verify them for you!)

I'll stitch the prince's injuries! The military doctor said.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhu Di laughed, "You monk, there are no outsiders here, why bother hiding your head and tail?"

Then you have to hide it! Daoyan strung the thread on the needle and said with a smile, "You can't come out carelessly!" As he said that, he used force to start sewing it.

Well! Zhu Di's painful facial features were entangled and sweating profusely.

Then, gritted his teeth and said, "You can help me do something!"

You are telling me!

After a while, I will change into the cassock and help the children who died in battle to perform a ritual! Zhu Di spoke slowly, and they followed me to die in battle. Now there is no coffin and no one can be buried. Please help me to save you.

It's also my dedication, ah!!!
To be continued...