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Chapter 125 A Song of Blood and Fire 4
In ancient times, there may not have been special forces in the strict sense, but conceptually speaking, there are two types of soldiers that are closest, one is the personal guard, and the other is the death squad.

As the guard of those in power, the personal guard is equivalent to a bodyguard.Usually it is the most loyal and powerful generation to take on the role.However, when a general goes on an expedition, there will not be many personal guards around him. Generally speaking, about a hundred people is the limit.

As for the death squads, of course, they were not called death squads at that time. They were generally called cannon fodder camps or death squads.This is a group of real desperadoes. The battlefield is ever-changing. No matter whether it is a big battle or a small battle, there will always be some unavoidable crises and fatal tasks.

For example, when attacking a city, the first one carries the ladder and rushes up; another example is when the cavalry is charging against each other, the one who rides the horse is at the forefront; another example is when the battle situation is unfavorable and the whole army is left behind to retreat.

For such a task, a narrow escape is no longer enough to describe its danger, it is completely ten deaths and no life.

Qiu Huo, 28 years old, is the time when a man's body is strongest in his life.He joined the cannon fodder camp at the age of 16, and it has been twelve years now.Along the way, he had lost count of how many times he had narrowly escaped death, and how many souls and ghosts he had at his disposal. Perhaps only the 43 stab wounds and arrow sores on his body, as well as the burn scars left by boiling water and boiling oil, could tell. understand.Many times, looking at the rags and rags he was in, he also wondered how he survived.

The soldiers in the cannon fodder battalion were unlucky, but Qiu Huo thought it was okay just because he was the cannon fodder under the command of Lan Yu, the God of War of the Ming Dynasty and Duke of Liang.

In Lan Yu's eyes, someone must do the work in the cannon fodder camp. There is no way around it, but this does not affect his regard for the people in the cannon fodder camp.Yes, value.All military pay was tripled, and all supplies, wine and meat were given priority to the cannon fodder battalion. He also gave his cannon fodder battalion a special name "Begging for Work".

Every person in the begging camp is a sinner, either a prisoner of war, or a relative of a criminal, or a criminal himself. No good person is willing to come to a begging camp.But in this begging camp, as the battalion commander, Qiu Huo felt very happy. He felt very happy in this kind of hard work.

Now, one old brother after another has gone, even Marshal Lan is going too.Qiu Huo and his brothers, under the orders of Marshal Lan for the last time, sneaked into the palace from the dark river of Xuanwu Lake on Mid-autumn night, and captured the emperor's eldest grandson, Zhu Yunqi.Why is it captured instead of killed directly?Although he didn't ask at the time, Lan Yu still explained to him: "Killing is just a human life, but if you catch it and bring it to Zhu Yuanzhang, it will have unexpected value."

what value?Qiu Huo didn't know, and he didn't care, he knew that this was a mortal mission, but in order to repay the kindness that the commander had shown them in the past, he, and his brothers, were willing.

Everything went smoothly, if one ignores the obstruction of the three hundred brothers who died in the bottom of the water in vain, and the little eunuch who fell not far away like a monster.

"Shut up!" Qiu Huo yelled angrily at His Royal Highness, the second most noble grandson of the Emperor in the Ming Dynasty, who was in his hand.The noise annoyed him.

"Ruyi! You, you deserve death! I will kill your nine clans!"

A knife cut the back of Zhu Yunxuan's neck with a knife, and he held Zhu Yunxuan on his shoulders. Qiu Huo spit on the ground: "Jie Laozi's nine clans? If you can find them, I will thank you."

"Boss, what about the little eunuch?"

Qiu Huo looked at the little eunuch who had already fainted on the ground and said, "It's just a eunuch, so be it."

Subconsciously, he looked at the body of the "monster" eunuch lying on the ground not far away. Even at this moment, Qiu Huo still felt weird.He has encountered martial arts masters on the battlefield, but such strong ones are too rare.It is simply unbelievable that more than 200 brothers died in his hands alone, while being surrounded and killed.

"It's a pity." Qiu Huo muttered, then carried Zhu Yunwen on his shoulders, and led a group of brothers towards the outside of the East Palace.

'If I could be emperor, I wouldn't need eunuchs.Marry fewer wives, put more big inner guards in the palace and so on, isn't life safer than anything else? ' Qiu Huo thought.

In fact, he misunderstood. Although there are no "real men" in the palace except the emperor and the prince, there are many eunuchs. In addition, there are four guards stationed near the palace outside the palace. Even if they were able to enter the palace, they would not survive two quarters of an hour before being killed.It's just that today all the four guards of Tengxiang were transferred to guard the palace city, and the eunuchs and maids also hid, so they were allowed to break into the East Palace so easily.

Four hundred begging beggars were still a dozen steps away from the palace wall. When they left the East Palace, an indifferent voice sounded from behind: "Just leave like this?"

"?!"

Everyone's steps froze suddenly, stood still, turned around, and in the pile of corpses, the "monster" from before stood up again at some point, facing them.

In the faint moonlight, only a black silhouette could be seen, but there were two white lights in those eyes.

The eyes are shining, no longer just a description, but a fact.Two soft and cool white lights shot out from his eyes.

Everyone froze on the spot.The weird scene in front of them was beyond their imagination!
"How, how, how is it possible?!" Qiu Huo's heart beat wildly as he spoke intermittently.It was him just now who stabbed the knife in the belly of that "monster" and even stirred it up. Anyone who suffers this kind of injury will die. What's the matter? !Fraud? !
"puff"

When he came back to his senses, Qiu Huo threw Zhu Yunqi on his shoulder to the ground, and once again clenched his long knife in his hand, pointing at the opposite "monster": "What the hell are you?!"

"Me?" "Monster" also seemed a little confused. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll just call you Xu Ruyi. I'm a... eunuch."

"Need Ruyi? I want to cut you down!" Qiu Huo stepped forward a few steps, holding a long knife, and jumped high in the air: "I'll go to you!"

Looking up silently, the white light in his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, like ridicule, puzzlement, and a trace of regret, a low voice said: "Why court death?"

Reach out, reach out.

"clang!"

The long knife struck "Xu Ruyi's" Tianling Gai, but there was no bloody gunshot as expected.

"It's my turn."

The stretched out hand gently placed on Qiu Huo's head.

Grab it, shake it, pull it out.

Blood rose to the sky!

"Pfft!"

The corpse fell to the ground.

He raised the head in his hand in front of him, his eyes met, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "What are you in a hurry for? You must be the first one."

With his left hand, he gently picked up a strand of hair, made a circle on his index finger, and then down it.Strands of blue silk slipped from the fingertips, accompanied by a soft and somewhat coquettish laughter: "Hehe, you are also very guilty for hurting such a noble and perfect body of our family, right? Pay your life to our family You want it too, right?"

Through the torn skirt, if someone gets close, they can clearly see that several stab wounds on the shoulders, back, and arms have been completely healed.As for the bloody hole in the abdomen, countless flesh buds grew crazily, squirmed rapidly, connected, and in the blink of an eye, they had gathered together.

The head fell to the ground, stepped on, and stepped on.

Blood, accompanied by snow-white brains, splashed in all directions.

"Aiya." He frowned dissatisfiedly, and stomped his feet a few more times: "Can't you be quiet? You're going to die, and you still want to dirty our clothes. You really hate it."

"what!!!!"

The roar of four hundred dead soldiers sounded.

Fear at its peak is anger.

The stimulation of blood, the fear that penetrates into the bone marrow.

With a passion and a need to vent, Dao Guang rushed towards the "monster" in their eyes!
There was no temptation, no connection. As soon as he got closer, dozens of long knives were slashed at his body.

"Clang clang clang..."

There were several crisp sounds in succession, and no bloody wounds were seen, as if they were just lightly placed on the other party's body.

Stretch out your hand, grab it, shake it, and pull it out.

Another big head was pulled in his hand.

"That's right, the closer you are, the easier it is for our family to do it~"

"Fuck!"

"I don't believe it anymore!"

"Hack you!"

The lives lost around them further angered the dead soldiers in the begging camp.

The light of the sword flickered, cutting the sky, the earth, and Kunpeng.

Cut off the shoulders if the head is not good, cut off the back if the shoulders are not good, cut off the legs, pierce the front heart, pierce the belly, there is always something that can hurt you!Even if it can't hurt you, it must be because you still have internal strength. 400 people will consume you to death!

Four hundred to one.

Neither side used any subtle moves. One side slashed with a knife, while the other side just grabbed lightly.Every time he reaches out, he will pick off a head a moment later.

One, two, three.

When the number of people who fell on the ground exceeded two hundred, the emotions of the dead soldiers began to collapse.

Unlike before, this time, they couldn't see any hope at all.The "monsters" surrounded in the middle are invulnerable, killing people like hemp, and they don't feel tired at all, like ghosts or demons.

Suddenly, a desperate cry sounded: "I can't fight anymore, it's a ghost! It's a ghost!"

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.After all, dead soldiers are not machines. They are still human beings. They don't care about life and death, but that doesn't mean they won't be afraid.

Someone started to run away, toward the archway under the courtyard wall not far away.They may also know in their hearts that running is useless, either tonight or tomorrow, they will die the same, but their brains no longer give them a chance to think calmly.

"Don't want to play anymore?" With playful laughter, "Xu Ruyi" scratched the ground with his right hand, and then swung it suddenly.The scattered swords suddenly flew up and shot out.

A storm of swords blows.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of swords entering the body sounded one after another, and countless blood splattered.

So far,

begging camp dead,
Completely destroyed.

Stepping gracefully, stepping on the plasma of 700 people, making "pop" and "pop" sounds.

Blood, intestines, stomachs, viscera, and countless broken remains, accompanied by moans and murmurs that seem to be nothing, outline a cruel and beautiful picture of Hell Shura.

"It's the first time I came out. I wanted to stretch my muscles, but we haven't had enough fun yet, and you guys want to run away? It's really boring." After looking around, "Xu Ruyi" suddenly looked towards a palace outside the palace wall. On the eaves of the house, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, outlining a charming and sinister smile: "Hey, are there five more?"

With a flicker of his figure, a phantom was left in place.

. . . . . .

The fighting in Hongwumen is not over yet, but it is coming to an end soon.

A fine and deadly rain of arrows rained down from the sky, and eight thousand dragon guards stood in front of them.If this only caused Lan Yu and the soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion to fall into a bitter battle, then the Seven Thousand Divine Machine Battalion Huo Soldiers and the Ten Thousand Jinyi Army who appeared behind them at unknown times would be the last and last to completely suppress the scales. Heavy weight.

"Tang He!" Stretching out his hand to wipe the sticky blood on his face, Sapphire's roar sounded: "What's the matter with you here? What are you doing here?!"

After silence, Tang He stretched out his hand.

A firecracker was handed into his hand.

"Oh!"

There was a bang, the smoke drifted away, and the knight fell off his horse.

"I'm here... to help the Lord suppress the rebellion." Tang He's voice was not loud, almost like the murmur of a mosquito in this chaos, but it didn't matter, the gunshot had already told his position.

. . . . . .

"Since you can't afford to gamble, why don't you help the Holy Lord put down the rebellion like Tang He?"

"Because I... can't do it."

. . . . . .

Tang He didn't hear the conversation between Fu Youde and Feng Sheng, and he didn't care.

As the first person to follow Zhu Yuanzhang, Tang He was very aware of the emperor's disposition.In his heart, there are only black and white sides, either his friend or his enemy, there has never been a third identity to choose from.

The Shenji Camp was not under Tang He's jurisdiction, but why was he able to mobilize the Shenji Camp smoothly?Looking at the ten thousand brocade guards on the left and right flanks, he really suddenly realized at this moment that everything was just the emperor's plan.

All he could do was to stand firmly behind the emperor, follow closely, and look up devoutly.

Therefore, when Li Shanchang borrowed four hundred soldiers from him to repair the mansion, he reported it to Zhu Yuanzhang; when Lan Yu showed signs of something unusual, he reported it to Zhu Yuanzhang, and today, he led Shenji again The soldiers of the battalion were wrapped behind their former comrade, Lan Yu.

In order to survive, in order for Xin Guo Gong's Palace not to make the same mistake as Cao Guo Gong's Palace, turning into a ghost land and a place of death, and for the bloodline of the surname left by his ancestors to not be cut off in his own hands, he, Tang He, was willing to do anything.

"Boom bang bang..."

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the sound of firecrackers rang out one after another. Jin Yi's army also joined the battle, waving the Xiuchun Knife in their hands, and went towards the enemy in front of them.

On the top of the city, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Tang He who was not far below the city, and nodded with satisfaction: "My little boy is very reliable at critical times."

"Having experienced hundreds of battles and grown old, the dust and sand have been repeated many times. I only hate that the heroes are not full of courage, and the blood is like red plums."

(End of this chapter)