When I woke up this morning, I saw four new tickets. I was scared out of my wits. One of them was 3,000, and three of them were 9,000. I really don't have the heart to do this. This time, it was for last week's Division Leader, Merlin.
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Yue Fei is such a loyal subject. If you think that killing him will affect your throne, then it's fine. But what do these soldiers have to do with your throne?
If ordinary soldiers can threaten your Emperor, then what's the point of being an Emperor?
"Your Majesty, why don't we defend the city?" On the city wall, the Banner Leader of the Bordered White Banner, Duo 'er's face was pale. This was too terrifying. Each one was more terrifying than the last. How were they going to fight? If they went out, they would either be completely annihilated or have a few hundred remaining soldiers flee back to Beijing.
"We must continue fighting." Oboi looked at Zhou Yang, who was standing in the sky. He was a little tempted, but he suppressed it. If the Eight Banners Army survived, then he might not.
"Shopkeeper, can the remaining troops fight at the same time?" Oboi asked carefully. If they fought a few more rounds, the remaining Banner Leaders might not be able to mobilize their troops anymore. Even the Bordered Yellow Banner Leaders might not listen to him anymore.
Zhou Yang didn't reply. He looked at the Emperors below. They looked at each other and nodded. Fighting together or separately, there was no difference. It was all one on one.
"You can choose not to participate. As long as the Five Banners Army joins the battle, you can all be conferred the title of King." Oboi said indifferently.
The five Banner Leaders looked at each other. Even if the Eight Banners Army was annihilated, they still had the Eight Banners Army and the Han Banners Army. If they were conferred the title of King, they could occupy a province and become a local tyrant.
Under the coaxing of the Banner Leaders, the remaining five troops of the Eight Banners Army swarmed out. The moment they left, the city gates of Beijing were immediately closed.
The two armies clashed. War cries shook the sky, and blood mist filled the air. Yang Ye led his seven sons, and the eight swords continuously stabbed at the Plain White Banner.
"Kill!"
Ming Ying Zong Zhu Qizhen saw that the troops under his command and the strongest of the Eight Banners Army, the Clear Yellow Banner, were fighting each other. His expression was anxious. He slapped the white horse under him and charged into the enemy.
Behind them, the flag officer carried the yellow golden dragon banner and followed closely behind.
Yu Qian, who was commanding the army at the front, saw a golden dragon banner charge into the enemy's ranks, and his face trembled slightly.
Even without Yu Qian's words, the troops under Zhu Changluo of the Mingying Sect could feel their blood boiling and their souls trembling.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!!"
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Shouts of killing shook the sky. In an instant, wave after wave of Ming soldiers broke through the defenses of the Plain Yellow Banner. They killed crazily and explosively. The Ming soldiers were like tigers descending a mountain and charging into a flock of sheep. Wherever the golden dragon banner flew, all defenses collapsed.
Attack! Attack! Attack again!
The Bright Yellow Banner that shook the world was slowly torn to shreds by this Ming army that was many times, even ten times stronger.
"Good!"
Emperor Zhengde's blood boiled as he watched. With a loud roar, he slapped the black steed beneath him and charged into the Ming army, which already had the upper hand. The Ming army's morale was immediately ignited. The horses were like dragons, and the men were like tigers. They completely shattered the Bordered Red Banner's defenses.
The cavalry of the Bordered Red Banner could only flee here.
"It looks like I have no choice but to go up." Zhu Changluo of the Mingguang Sect smiled slightly and charged into the battlefield. The sword in his hand slashed with cold light. For this lustful emperor who wanted to be a wise ruler, he naturally chose Wanjie Lou's Yin-Yang Extreme Method, which was as valuable as a high-grade martial art. Now, his body had already produced some true qi.
"Awooo!"
The troops under Zhu Changluo of the Mingguang Sect let out a wolf-like howl. It was as if they had been given an invincible halo, and the Bordered White Banner's defenses instantly collapsed.
In the commander's tent, Zhao Guangyi's expression was normal. Under the leadership of the Yang family's generals, his troops had too much of an advantage. If he went up now, it would be the same as stealing credit from his subjects. That would be too degrading.
As for Zhao Huan of the Song Dynasty, his face alternated between green and white. His fists were clenched so tightly that they turned white. In the end, he weakly loosened them.
Zhou Yang was somewhat disappointed as he watched from the sky. This Zhao Huan of the Song Dynasty was too cowardly. The emperors of the Song Dynasty were different from the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. The emperors of the Song Dynasty were generally weaker.
Right now, as long as Zhao Huan of the Song Dynasty walked out of the commander's tent, the morale of the Song Dynasty would increase by at least thirty percent. If Zhao Huan of the Song Dynasty rode onto the battlefield, the Bordered Yellow Banner would be torn apart before he could even get close.
Many emperors of the Ming Dynasty had gone onto the battlefield. However, aside from the previous two emperors of the Song Dynasty, almost no other emperors had gone onto the battlefield. Once Zhao Huan of the Song Dynasty set this precedent, not to mention the three most elite cavalry of the Eight Banners Army, even if it was one against three banners, they would still be able to withstand it.
On the battlefield, only Zhao Huan's troops were at a disadvantage. If not for Zhao Guangyi lending him ten thousand elite soldiers, they would have already been defeated by the Bordered Yellow Banner.
Zhao Huan's troops were not strong in the first place. Now that they were fighting the Bordered Yellow Banner, one of the top three banners of the Eight Banners Army, the situation could be imagined.
"Zhao Huan, don't embarrass the Zhao Family!" Seeing that the Song Dynasty was showing signs of defeat, Zhao Guangyi could not help but scold Zhao Huan. The seven armies of the Eight-Nation Alliance were already on the verge of victory. Only Zhao Huan's troops did not have the upper hand. Instead, their disadvantage was becoming more and more obvious.
Once Zhao Huan was defeated, not only would he be defeated, but he would also humiliate the entire Song Dynasty.
"Do you want to repeat the mistakes of the past?" Zhao Guangyi looked at Zhao Huan, who had his head lowered, and wanted to kick him.
Damn, this is the Great Song Dynasty's emperor. How can our descendants give birth to such a spineless emperor? They have clearly cultivated martial arts. Although it was only for a short period of time, these emperors have all bought medicinal pills to increase their cultivation.
If you charge out now, you won't even be able to hit a single enemy!
Didn't you see that when Zhu Qizhen charged into the enemy's army, the Ming Army was a little dazed and didn't manage to kill two of the Eight Banners Army's soldiers in time.
Behind him, he couldn't even touch a hair. Those crazy Ming soldiers were all on steroids. A small soldier was able to fight two chiliarchs of the Eight Banners Army alone, and even force the two chiliarchs to retreat.
As long as you charge out now, not to mention the Bordered Yellow Banner, even the entire Eight Banners Army would be able to bring you out of the encirclement.
Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Guangyi, I was just one sentence away from shooting your great-great-grandfather into the wall.
"Can you even hit a hair? No! You won't even see a hair, "Zhao Guangyi said sarcastically.
"Ah!" After being ridiculed by Zhao Guangyi, Qinzong Zhao Huan finally gathered enough courage. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and yelled as he ran towards the enemy.
The Song Dynasty's soldiers, who had been watching the rear, saw Zhao Huan running towards them. Their morale soared, and all the soldiers felt their blood boiling.
"Bang!"
Song Qinzong's Zhao Huan tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.
Zhou Yang's face twitched. Even if he had taken medicinal pills to reach the level of a third-rate master, he shouldn't have tripped on a rock.
"Ah!" Zhao Huan of Song Qinzong's face was covered with blood, but after he got up, he ran towards the army.
The morale of Song Qinzong and Zhao Huan's army of twenty thousand soldiers was completely ignited. The battle prowess they displayed was even stronger than the elite soldiers beside them. Their faces were filled with malevolence as they charged towards the Eight Banners Army. The scales of victory were finally tipping in Zhao Huan's favor.
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