When the explosion sounded on the fishing boat, Luo Lun excitedly brimmed with boxing: "It's good to explode, and now it will blow all the Tartars into the sky!"

Zhang Huangyan didn't expect that the medicine formation would have such amazing power. Just hearing this sound would shake the earth, but he could imagine what the Manchus would be bombed. Thinking that the Zhejiang Army was not good at land warfare, if he could master the method of explosion of gunpowder and fight with the Qing army in the future, he would have another weapon to defeat the enemy, so he humbly asked Zhou Shi for advice.

"Sir Shangshu, the effect of laying on the floor alone is not achieved. You need to choose some pre-stacked medicine bags. What really produces power is these medicine bags, not the gunpowder that spreads the ground. If there are no those medicine bags, the gunpowder that spreads will at most burn the enemy soldiers rather than blow them up. Oh, of course, sprinkle more iron nails and gravel on the medicine array, which will make the lethality more."

Zhou Shixiang did not hide his own personal gains. He sincerely admired Zhang Huangyan and the soldiers of the Zhejiang Army who came from all over the world. The anti-Qing forces in the world were one family. He could help the Zhongzhen Camp at the time, and now he could naturally help the Zhejiang Army.

After hearing Zhou Shixiang's statement that he would send special people to teach the Zhejiang Army in the future, and assist the Zhejiang Army's weapons and equipment, help train officers and soldiers, and teach the use of gunpowder. Zhang Huangyan was very grateful, but when he thought that most of the Zhejiang Army was now being pursued by Jin Li's troops, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and he didn't know how many soldiers could survive in the end.

Zhou Shixiang comforted him and said, "A spark can start a prairie fire. As long as Lord Shangshu does not give up, there will be a time when the Zhejiang army will rise again in the future."

"Yes, a spark can start a prairie! How can a great country be destroyed by the smell of smell? As long as we have our hometown and China; as long as we are unwilling to be slaves of the Manchus, as long as we do not care about our personal lives, our Han family will never rise again!"

Zhang Huangyan swept away his sadness. Since Jiashen, many people of kindness and ambition have died in China, and many people's hometowns have died. However, countless Han men are still fighting against foreign races one after another. The reason is not the great defense of China and the barbarians, nor are they the restoration of old wisdom, but the deep revenge of blood! It is the tens of millions of wronged souls who died tragically under the swords of Manchu Tartars in the two capitals and thirteen provinces who called for the living to avenge them; it is the tragedy of the parents and the separation of their wives and children, which made the living sorrowful and swear to resist to the death.

When the Manchus entered the pass, it was not the country that destroyed the Ming Dynasty, but the species that destroyed the Han people!

Now the soldiers of Zhejiang Army are fighting for the seeds of the Han people, and are loyal to the seeds of the Han people, and die for countless sinister souls of the Han people. How happy it is!

They are just taking the lead!

Zhang Huangyan clenched his fists and his eyes were full of determination.

Luo Lun suddenly said: "The Duke of the Kingdom has no idea. Lord Shangshu wrote a desperate poem as early as when he was in the Yinghuo Mountain District."

"oh?"

After hearing Luo Lun's words, Zhou Shixiang was stunned and looked at Zhang Huangyan.

Zhang Huangyan shook his head and said, "As early as when he was following the Marquis of Dingxi, he had already thought of writing a desperate poem. After more than ten years of perseverance, I would have accomplished nothing if I were not the Duke. That day, in the Yinghuo Mountain District, I was thinking about the lack of physiology, so I wrote such a poem."

Luo Lun said: "I can recite this poem by Lord Shangshu for the Duke."

"No!"

Zhou Shixiang hurriedly stopped Luo Lun from reading Zhang Huangyan's desperate poem. Since it was a desperate poem, it could only be expressed before death. How could it be easily said? Although Luo Lun was young and did not understand the world, he suddenly realized when he saw Zhou Shixiang's expression and blamed himself for being hasty.

Zhang Huangyan laughed: "Duke doesn't have to do this. I have already seen the conversation about life and death, so there is no such taboo." After saying that, he actually recited himself: "I am on the 5th and 9th day again. The building is gone, and everything is done."

"Sir Shangshu"

Zhou Shixiang was so sad that he knew that if he had not been for him, Zhang Huangyan would have been killed by the Qing army in Hangzhou next year. Before his death, he wrote a poem about "The Deadly Poem"; when he was executed, he sat and received a knife, refused to kneel and was killed.

"A great country is a pity to be fishy!"

What Zhang Huangyan left to the world in the end was a sigh looking at Wushan. From then on, there was a grave on the West Lake.

When Zhou Shixiang came to this era, he learned about the deeds of many national heroes. If he was talking about officials, he only obeyed Du Yinxi and Zhang Huangyan. However, the former was always excluded by He Tengjiao, Qu Shisi and others in the Yongli court, and could not show his talent and strategy, so he finally died with his ambitions; the latter was located in Zhejiang and Fujian, and did not receive the support of the powerful Zheng Chenggong, and he was willing to serve the country in vain, and finally died tragically under the butcher knife of the Qing army.

Now, Du Yinxi is dead, but Zhang Huangyan is there!

Zhou Shixiang vowed that as long as he did not die in battle, he would definitely let Shangshu Zhang step into Beijing, step out of Shanhaiguan, and step onto the land of Liaodong in this life.

Go north, go north, go north!

The Han family always heads north!

Wherever you go, the sun and the moon shine, is where my Han family's soul is buried

Yue Le was trapped in a siege.

Countless Taiping ambushers rushed out from both sides of the hillside and rushed to the Han army green camp on the official road, causing them to be cut off and unable to echo each other. The sound of guns and cannons everywhere in front and rear were everywhere in the sound of explosions. The Qing army was caught off guard.

When he first heard a screaming sound on the slopes on both sides, Liu Liangzuo wondered what was going on. As a result, guns and cannons were heard, and countless ambushers in red uniforms rushed down. The ambushers rushed to the front threw bamboo tubes into the Han army. The smoke immediately spread the official road, and the explosions were endless, as if the ambush cannons were everywhere in the mountains.

A thunderclap fell behind Liu Liangzuo, and an iron nail that flew out pierced through the back of his head.

This iron nail came too late, 16 years later. 16 years ago, Liu Liangzuo, who was under Jiangyin City, deserved to die.

Explosions kept ringing around, iron nails and gravels flew, guns and arrows shot in the mountain, and the Taiping Army rushed in close proximity with big swords and spears, killing the Qing army to defeat. The seriously injured and undead Qing soldiers could only groan and whisper on the ground, begging their companions to save him, but they saw their companions fell one by one.

The Han army was in chaos and the Green Camp was in chaos. The Qing army generals were unable to gather their subordinates and organize resistance in the face of a sudden blow. The people in front screamed and ran forward, while the people in the back turned around and ran behind. However, the people in the middle didn't know how to make a decision, and they couldn't even look for a place to hide on the mountain.

The loud noise from the front made Yue Le and the Qing army lose their last hope. Yue Le's Goshha tried his best to protect the prince and ran back, but when they finally rushed out of the crowd of the Han army's green camp, they found that the road back was blocked. A team of cavalry rushed towards them roaring, and Yue Le could understand that the cavalry was shouting in Mongolian language.

"Catch Yue Le alive!"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!