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Chapter 105 Seven Killing Monument and Sanren Monument

Nie Feng, Li Ruolian, and the Crown Prince stood side by side, looking at Zhang Xianzhong's thousands of cavalry in front of him, the sound of horns sounded in the ranks, and the hundred warriors turned their horses' heads with murderous intent, as if they were waiting for them, they couldn't help but look cold.

"The traitor is the seven-kill mad chief. Since he is determined to fight to the death, it is the time when we can turn the tide. The armies of the Ming Dynasty are weak and brave. From today on, Nie Feng will kill the enemy together with the armies. Prince, princess, just wait and see!"

Nie Feng said a word, and Zhang Xianzhong's cavalry on the opposite side reined in their horses and yelled "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!" The people are in poverty, archeology later generations, there are many mass graves in Sichuan and Shu, all of which were left in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. In Nie Feng's heart, a surge of anger rose to the sky.

"Soldiers, come closer, stay closer, and only fire one shot at the ground. Although there are many thieves, they are killing lunatics indiscriminately. I will charge with you. In the south of Ming Dynasty, today's battle, the way of heaven will be determined!"

Hearing Shangxian Nie Feng's words, the Ming cavalry, who could not understand the essence of the wall charge, leaned together without any hesitation. Among the Ming cavalry, the foreigner from the French Musketeers is now the cavalry instructor of this team Karl felt the murderous aura soaring to the sky. "

"In the [-]th century, the French, who represented the strongest cavalry warriors in Europe, were full of praise for Nie Feng's close-up charge. Seeing the young man raise a Western-style cavalry straight sword, the foreign devil couldn't help but patted his chest | came In front of Nie Feng.

"Wisdom, Mr. Immortal, the brightest young man in the Ming Dynasty in the world, fighting is dangerous. General Carl and General Li can wipe out the rebels in your country. There is absolutely no need for Mr. Nie to participate in such a fierce battle."

"Yeah, brother Nie Feng, although my brother is a god, those people look very fierce!"

"Shangxian Nie Feng, the battlefield is fierce and unpredictable, sir, it is better to watch the battle with me!"

After hearing what the foreign devil said, Zhu Cihong and Princess Taiping persuaded Nie Feng together.

The young man shook his head with a smile, and looked up at the bright sun in the sky. It was different. Since he was able to travel through, only the Ming Kingdom was different.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, he did not personally kill the enemy. In the Manchu Qing Dynasty, he only served as an emperor's teacher for a day, but the Ming Dynasty was different. The Ming Dynasty was too aggrieved. He edited the video to feel aggrieved. When he got here, he could feel it even more. Everywhere the loyal ministers of the people feel aggrieved.

Nie Feng wanted to use the straight sword in his hand to see through these frustrations.

The young man's heart was agitated. Although he was controlled by the power of the heavens, it was the first time in recent days that he killed the enemy in front of the battle, but Shangxian should naturally be calm.

"No problem!" Nie Feng just spit out two words in an understatement, and then nodded to Li Ruolian.

The commander of Jin Yiwei only felt the blood in his body boil, pulled out the sword in his waist, and shouted "Kill the thief!" A thousand Ming cavalry, facing thousands of war bandits, rushed up without hesitation.

1000 people rushing indiscriminately, and a thousand cavalry charging on the wall, the momentum is completely different.

The land in the west of Wuchang City suddenly trembled like this. Zhu Cihong, who was usually calm and almost dull, was now covered with heat. He turned his head and glanced at his sister. Ah Jiu was trembling all over on the horse.

The prince felt sorry for his sister, walked up to Ah Jiu, and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Zhang Xianzhong reorganized the team, and when he saw the prince in the orange-yellow dragon robe opposite, this man Tu showed a greedy look on his face, "Kill!" The commander of the Great Western Army spat out a word from the corner of his mouth, and thousands of people rushed over.

In Zhang Xianzhong's view, the Ming army was Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong army, Sun Chuanting's Shaanxi army was worthy of a battle, and the Southern army was a joke.

The Daxi Army came with murderous intent. Because the Ming Army was close together, the front width was much shorter than that of the bandits. With this hedging, the Daxi Army could immediately surround the Ming Army. In Zhang Xianzhong's view, what Nie Feng? You can pretend to be a ghost, but there will be no war.

The two cavalrymen charged at each other like two evil dragons. Nie Feng was on the horse and carefully calculated the distance. Karl was beside him and saw that they were nearly a hundred steps away. He couldn't help but shout anxiously to Nie Feng.

"Okay, you can shoot!"

boy shook his head
"It's not enough, it's almost there!"

Counting the number of steps, Nie Feng pulled the trigger of the short flintlock in his hand when he reached [-] steps.

With a "bang", the slightly trained Ming army horses could not be frightened by the gunshots.

Zhang Xianzhong's soldiers on the opposite side were beaten to death, and after being thrown off their horses by the frightened horses, they fell down instantly.

With a sound of "swipe", the Ming army who fired a shot, without looking at the results of the volley, drew straight swords together. These swords were bought from the French with gold. When they clashed, they were extremely sharp.

Nie Feng went into battle for the first time, and because of the existence of the power of the heavens, his mind was extremely clear. In front of him, a bearded Daxijun raised a big knife in his hand and slashed at him, as if in slow motion.

The young man even observed that this man's ten fingers were covered with rings. These rings were all worn by women and old men. It was obvious where they came from.

Nie Feng felt angry in his heart. Wherever his intention was and where his sword was, the big man felt a cold light flash in front of him, his throat hurt, and he fell off his horse.

"Good knife skills, really mysterious oriental!"

Next to Nie Feng, thinking about the French musket hand guarding the young man, he couldn't help but admire him. Soon, he opened his mouth wide and could no longer close it.

The boy with star-like eyes chopped down the bandits in front of him a few times, and rushed to Zhang Xianzhong.

"The world should have seven loves, but your seven killings are too deep for the devil!"

Nie Feng yelled, and with a flash of the straight sword in his hand, he had already stabbed the murderous bandit chief off his horse.

Seeing that Zhang Xianzhong was not completely dead at once, the young man seemed to want to get up from the ground, so he couldn't help urging the horse under his crotch, so that his front legs flew into the air and stomped heavily on the ground.

With a "click", only a dull sound was heard, Zhang Xianzhong, the murderous villain, was trampled into the soil by the horse in the chest, he was already dead and could not die anymore.

"Heaven counts all things and man, and man has nothing like heaven! What absurd statement is this?"

"Duke Zhou spits out to nurture the people, and the people's livelihood is ten thousand flowers to sacrifice to the heavens. This is the right way in the world. Whatever kills, kills, should be benevolent!"

These two sentences of Nie Feng were uttered with the power of the heavens, thousands of people on the battlefield could hear them clearly.

The young man saw another big rock not far from Zhang Xianzhong's body, he couldn't help waving the straight sword in his hand, and engraved the words that Duke Zhou said just now on the huge rock.

This time, Wang Ba's aura was too high-profile, thousands of people were shocked by the young man on the battlefield, Zhu Cihong and Ah Jiu carefully recited the words Nie Feng had engraved, their eyes full of admiration.

(End of this chapter)