It's in a village not far from Zhengjiabao.

A white-haired old man stared at the black dragon boiling and roaring in the sky. His already dim eyes suddenly widened and his bright eyes revealed a sense of determination. After a moment, he strode into the room and took out a gong.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "The black dragon appears, the red scarf is raised. Good man, take the sword and gun. Sprinkle blood to protect your hometown."

". Good man, take your sword and gun, shed your blood, and protect your hometown." After the gong, there was a response, and the shouts of countless people spread like stormy waves into the distance.

The men in the town either put down their work, or let go of their tightly hugged wives and children... They took out a triangular red scarf from the bottom of the cabinet and tied it on their heads, holding in their hands the treasures passed down from their ancestors.

The soldiers with long knives and spears resolutely rushed to the town entrance and ran towards Zhengjiabao amidst the majestic war songs.

Zhengjiapuli

The tall fat man raised his head and looked up at the black dragon and murmured to himself: "What is this? Can that dragon still make trouble?"

Xie Bangui hugged his shoulders as if he was a little cold and said: "This should be a signal to gather. I believe reinforcements will appear soon."

"Reinforcements?" Fatty Gao shook his head and said, "It's more practical to expect the black dragon to show off its power. If there were reinforcements, they would have arrived by now."

Not long after the fat man's voice fell, he heard thousands of people singing together from far to near, "If ten thousand people are united, Mount Tai can be shaken! Only loyalty and righteousness come, and the bullfights are full of anger... The orders are clear, the rewards and punishments are known, and if you go through fire or water, you dare to

Staying late?..."

Countless red scarves were like a prairie fire, charging towards the Black Fox Cavalry. From a distance, it looked like two huge waves, one red and one black, crashing into each other on the vast land. After a while, they strangled into a huge black wave.

Whirlpool. The dazzling scarlet color spreads endlessly under the whirlpool...

"What kind of army is that?" Black Fox King and Zheng Jiabao exclaimed almost at the same time.

"It's a red scarf military household!" Cao Suixin whispered: "The military household system once prevailed in the Ming Dynasty, which was to recruit civilians from all over the country to serve as soldiers. Once the civilians were recruited as sergeants, they would be registered in the military for generations, and their descendants would be

To be a soldier, you are not allowed to engage in business or handicrafts, and you are not even allowed to take the imperial examination. The military household system has been abolished for a hundred years, but I didn't expect that they still regard themselves as soldiers and stand up when the country is in danger..."

"They have never fought!" Xie Bangui clenched his fists: "They don't know how to charge, they don't know how to dodge crossbows, they don't know how to deal with cavalry. They are just fighting with their passion!"

Fatty Gao stood on the top of the city and shouted: "Come back quickly, come back! This won't work..."

The red-turbaned soldiers, who had already been killed, turned a deaf ear to the tall fat man's shouts. They could be thousands or dozens of soldiers, charging desperately towards the black fox cavalry, like a group of soldier ants who didn't know life or death, tearing apart tenaciously and horribly.

With this violent beast biting the Black Fox Tribe, hundreds of thousands, villages and towns fell into a pool of blood... but the living people were still charging desperately.

There is only one color left in their eyes - blood!

There was only one thought left in their minds - kill!

Facing this insurmountable Great Wall of flesh and blood, the Black Fox tribe finally had uncontrollable panic... The scimitars in their hands trembled at the distance, the mounts under their crotches screamed in fear, and their eyes were dodging and rushing.

The advancing enemies did not dare to look directly at those warriors covered in blood... Finally, someone turned their horses and fled in embarrassment, and then thousands of cavalry began to turn around and run like a wolf pack...

Some of the red scarf military households raised their arms and looked up to the sky and cheered, while others held swords in their hands and knelt down in the mountains of corpses and cried loudly in the sea of ​​blood. They cheered because they finally defeated the enemy. They cried because their brothers and uncles had fallen asleep on the battlefield and could not wake up.

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Zhu Hengwei looked at the red scarf soldiers who suffered most of the casualties from a distance and said in a low voice: "Send someone to bring them back! After this battle, I will personally fear the heroic spirits."

Fatty Gao said sadly: "Old Qian, when you go to pick up people, send all the injured away. Leave a group of strong people behind. Tomorrow will be the key to life and death. If the Black Fox King is temporarily hindered, he will definitely come to the front to supervise the battle. Our

The opportunity has come."

Lao Qian was surprised and said: "What do you want to do?"

Fatty Gao showed a determined look: "Organize a warrior battalion to attack the Black Fox King's golden tent. You have to lend me the Zheng family's sky-shaking thunder."

Lao Qian didn't know how he could agree to Fatty's almost crazy move, and even went to help him select the members of the warrior camp himself.

Although the warrior camp has been carefully selected, the five hundred warriors can only be called strong and proficient in martial arts. Only Xie Bangui, Gao Fatty and Lao Qian can really play a role.

Although Lao Qian repeatedly suggested bringing the Vulcan Guard, Xie Bangui resolutely refused: "If we fail, the Vulcan Guard will be Zhengjiabao's last fighting force."

Lao Qian couldn't help but feel silent. Today, five hundred warriors are drinking and chatting happily in Zhengjiabao. How many people will be able to sit here again at this time tomorrow?

"Brother, are you the biggest official here?"

When Lao Qian followed the sound, he almost died. He saw a bearded man holding a wine bowl and sitting side by side with Emperor Zhu Hengwei, exchanging glasses of wine.

Zhu Hengwei made a gesture that it was okay to do whatever he wanted and said with a smile: "How do you know?"

"I see they are all saluting you! You must be a high-ranking official!" The big man grinned and said: "My old donkey, the biggest official I have ever seen in my life is the county magistrate. His grandfather even got beaten when he saw the county magistrate.

Wait, are you older than the county magistrate?"

"A little older than him." Zhu Hengwei poured him a bowl of wine himself and said, "It will be dawn in a while, are you afraid?"

"If you're not afraid that it's false, who's not afraid of death?" Old Donkey said: "No matter how scared you are, you have to rush forward! There are villagers and elders behind us, we can't watch them suffer!"

As he spoke, the old donkey took out a bag of silver from his arms, looked at it reluctantly, and then raised his hand and threw it to the children of the Zheng family in the distance: "Brothers, take it to buy some wine! I don't need it anymore."

The children of the Zheng family looked at the money at their feet indifferently, but the old man was very angry: "Pick them all up for me. These are the relics of heroes. Keep them all. There is righteousness and blood in them. In the future, there will be five hundred warriors in the camp."

All the heroic souls have been protected and passed on to me as treasures."

After Lao Qian finished speaking, he took the lead to pick up a piece and put it solemnly in his arms.

"Haha..." The old donkey touched his head and laughed loudly: "These are the brothers, haha..."

Someone took out a few coins and threw them to the old donkey: "Keep it! If we don't have this on the road to the underworld, we have to get rid of the poor gods and evil spirits!"

"That's right!" The old donkey put the copper coins into his arms.
Chapter completed!