The firelight reflected Zhang Guangdi's still tender face.

He remembered the story Wang Xiao told again.

On the Xiangjiang River, there were several guns on Miaogao Peak, and a fire in the monkey stone. More than a hundred students captured three thousand soldiers and horses...

I still remember that the day I heard this story, Zhang Guangdi was shocked, so shocked that he felt his scalp numb.

That's almost impossible. King Jing'an lied to himself, right?

He felt this for a moment.

At that time, Wang Xiao was holding lime and writing on the blackboard, but his expression was a bit solemn and awe.

Wang Xiao occasionally talks about ancient war examples, and will laugh at himself in a teasing tone, "I guess you have heard of these, so I won't say more..."

Only sometimes when Zhang Guangdi has never heard of these things, he will rarely be serious and say something else.

"What do you think of the so-called courage? Maybe the greater the ambition of a person, the greater the courage..."

Zhang Guangdi has not forgotten his feelings for a long time, and he wants to imitate...

At this time, the gun sounded, and the soldiers of the Tianyou Army were in chaos.

As King Jing'an said, the army fighting for selfish interests is this kind of virtue.

At this moment, Zhang Guangdi also had more understanding of war and even things outside of war.

...

But after a while, Wang Yong pulled Zhang Guangdi's clothes and asked, "Why are these Jianlu still not retreating?"

Zhang Guangdi looked at him and saw that the Qing army in the forest had indeed not retreated, and he still had the intention of stabilizing his position.

"We're not doing well enough," he murmured.

“Where’s not good enough?”

Zhang Guangdi couldn't say it, but seemed to feel that he had a new understanding of some more fundamental issues, but he couldn't figure it out for a while and planned to ask King Jing'an if he had the opportunity in the future.

What kind of ambitions do you need to have that courage?

At this time, facing Wang Yong's questions, he could only say something he had already figured out.

"Do you remember the story told by King Jing'an? After the battle in the story, someone asked the twenty-eight painting students why they dared to lead a hundred scholars to fight against the three thousand defeated troops. He said that the defeated army was exhausted and brave, so he thought that 'one call would follow the situation, and the situation would be true'; but the Tianyou army we faced was also tired and feared the reputation of King Jing'an, but he was bound to win Jinan... This is a different situation."

Zhang Guangdi looked a little disappointed and said, "This is the difference between strange strategy and adventure. So, we are far from doing well enough."

"What should we do? Jianlu still won't retreat. If we continue to fight, we will find out that we are cheating them."

"Then we have to continue to fight. The battlefield is here, so it's better to be in Jinan City. When we enter the martial arts lecture hall, we will join the army and we should resist the enemy for the people..."

Time passed little by little, and there were shouts of killing in the forest...

Sun Zhongde finally did not retreat.

He has no way out.

He rushed to Jinan with six thousand surprise troops, and he thought it was a brilliant plan.

But without absolute certainty, a brilliant plan becomes a risk.

The Chu army has discovered its whereabouts. If it retreats today, it will be a dead end when the defenders in Jinan and the Chu army in Qingzhou encircle them.

After surrendering to the Qing Dynasty, he was famous for being King Heshun, but in fact he was still a slave.

The masters were not as easy to talk to as Emperor Yanguang was in the Chu Dynasty. If they were defeated, they could find an excuse to make excuses.

Killing good and taking credit for making excuses, shirking... these are no longer working.

If he becomes a traitor, if he still falls into the hands of the Chu army, what he is waiting for him will be cut into pieces...

"If you dare to retreat, you will be killed!"

Sun Zhongde shouted loudly and cut off a soldier who wanted to retreat with one sword.

He charged himself and rode his horse to the forest.

As it turns out, people are forced to be forced.

It was not until he had no way out that he finally defeated his fear of Wang Xiao.

"Kill!"

Finally someone came out of the forest and came up to attack the Qing army.

"Lin Shaoyuan is here!" a man shouted.

Tianyoujun was panicked again.

Sun Zhongde was also very frightened.

However, when he rode his horse into the Chu army's front and looked at it with the fire, he saw that the man in front of the Chu army looked fierce, with a clear old-fashioned temperament and his martial arts were sparse.

There is no martial arts at all...

"Fake it! Fake it!" Sun Zhongde shouted.

For a moment, he felt a desperate situation and a burst of ecstasy surged into his heart.

"Hahahaha...Lin Shaoyuan? Sun Zhongde from Liaodong is here. Have you ever seen Lin Shaoyuan? Haha, kill, these people are fake..."

Tianyou's morale was greatly boosted, and he shouted and rushed forward...

The cinnamon was hidden in the forest and was placing empty bullets one by one.

He didn't need to aim, his hands were moving very quickly, and he made three or four people's voices alone.

However, when he heard the name of "Sun Zhongde", he immediately panicked.

No one expected that this 6,000 Qing army was led by Sun Zhongde himself...

In terms of military strength and equipment, the Tianyou Army was obviously far better than this student army, and the offensive and defensive momentum suddenly reversed.

Seeing that the guards in the martial arts lecture hall were killed by the Qing army rushing forward, Guipi was heartbroken.

Then, a thought suddenly surged into his mind.

"Where is the young master?"

"Young Master...Young Master..."

Guipi was completely panicked, he just wanted to take Wang Yong away immediately.

The faces of the master, the eldest young master, the eldest young master, the third young master, the fifth young master kept appearing in his mind... He dropped the musket in his hand and ran wildly in the firelight.

Finally, he saw Wang Yong picking up a musket and "bang" into the distance.

Guipi pounced on him, hugged Wang Yong and left.

"Young Master, go!"

"Let me go!" Wang Yong broke away from the cinnamon, hid behind the tree and fired another gun.

"Young Master, go..."

"Shut up... everyone, don't be afraid! Everyone will follow Zhang Guangdi's command! Li Ping, Li Ping... Do you cooperate with Guangdi's command to flank?!"

Guisan's eyes were filled with tears, and she tried her best to pull Wang Yong.

A flash of fire, and he saw that his young master had actually cried, with tears on his face.

"Young Master, please... go quickly."

"I haven't left my classmates, and I won't leave either... You are not a little girl anymore. You are our manager. Go quickly and pull the wounded to the back..."

With a "puff" sound, someone nearby fell to the ground.

Guipi thought of the master crying heart-wrenchingly because of the Fourth Young Master a while ago, and felt a wave of despair surge...

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly, another dense gun sound came.

"Kill!"

Someone shouted in the dense forest: "Qinshan Lake is here! The slave thief still surrenders?!"

Sun Zhongde turned his head and saw a bright fire in the distance, and the Chu army seemed to have reinforcements.

But he laughed to the sky.

"Hahaha, a group of baby soldiers want to cheat your grandpa again... Can I believe you?!"

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer.

The horse riding in the mountains and forests is very challenging to ride, but the opponent's speed is very fast and it is in front of him in an instant.

Sun Zhongde narrowed his eyes.

He saw a sturdy figure standing on the horse, and the big knife in his hand fell neatly, and the blood surged to the height of two people.

The horse kept passing through the blood mist in the sky.

The blood mist fell.
To be continued...