I was living at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I dealt a brutal blow to the Eight Banners!

The Ming army formation behind.

Seated on his warhorse, Hong Chengchou lowered his telescope, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and turned to Wu Sangui beside him, asking:

“Who is that person!?”

Wu Sangui naturally saw everything that happened on the vanguard camp with his clairvoyance. When he saw that his vanguard camp was about to collapse and that many deserters had died under the arrows of the supervising team, he could not hide his embarrassment.

But when he saw a man emerge from the panicked rout and begin to boost morale, and with considerable success, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Regardless of the final outcome, at least they can save some face for themselves.

As for who that person was, Wu Sangui didn't recognize him, but now that Hong Chengchou had asked him this, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing Wu Sangui's hesitant expression, Ma Ke, the general of Shanhaiguan, joked, "What? General Wu doesn't even recognize his own subordinates?"

On the other side, Yang Guozhu, the general of Xuanfu, who usually had a falling out with Wu Sangui, did not forget to kick Wu Sangui while he was in the wrong place: "What kind of status does General Wu have? He must be used to living a high and mighty life and has no idea who his subordinates are."

Yang Guozhu's words drew questioning glances from the other generals.

Wu Sangui's face turned ashen. In order to dispel the doubts of others, he could only grit his teeth and say in a deep voice, "That man is my personal guard!"

Hong Chengchou nodded slightly and said, "This young man is able to boost the morale of his comrades in such adversity. He is both brave and resourceful and is worthy of great use!"

Yang Guozhu sneered and said to Wu Sangui, "General Wu has many talented men under his command. Why not give this boy to me?"

"Hehe," Wu Sangui chuckled, his eyes narrowed. "This boy is a trusted confidant of my personal guards. After this battle, I will reward him handsomely."

After saying that, Wu Sangui turned to look at Yang Guozhu, his face darkening, and said, "General Yang, instead of coveting other people's things, you should take good care of your own little plot of land. Maybe you can find a few scraps there."

"Hmph!" Yang Guozhu snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Wu Sangui raised the corner of his mouth and held the telescope in front of him, searching for the "personal soldiers" he had just recognized.

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Thousands of Ming soldiers gathered together and rushed toward the Qing army a hundred paces away.

Zhang Jingchuan charged ahead of them. With the enhancement of the Xiang Yu template, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength. He could feel his blood boiling in his body and explosive power filling every muscle.

"call out!"

An arrow pierced the air and struck Zhang Jingchuan squarely in the face.

However, Zhang Jingchuan simply turned his head slightly and dodged it, perhaps out of intuition, or perhaps out of the most instinctive reaction to danger.

He knew in his heart that this was the ability that Xiang Yu had given him: unparalleled bravery and invincibility!

After experiencing the effects, Zhang Jingchuan's last trace of worry and hesitation disappeared.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

More and more arrows came from the Qing army's side, their target being themselves.

These Qing soldiers weren't stupid. They realized that he was the leader of the Ming army. If they shot him, the morale of the remaining Ming soldiers, which had just been boosted, would plummet again.

But what they didn't know was that, having embodied the archetype of Xiang Yu, they were not so easily shot down.

From the moment the Qing army fired the first volley of arrows, Zhang Jingchuan and his men had already covered a distance of two hundred paces. If they could withstand two or three more volleys of arrows, they would be able to reach the Qing army.

Fortunately, the Qing army still had many fierce Ming soldiers holding the line; otherwise, a volley of arrows would have caused heavy casualties on Zhang Jingchuan's side.

As they drew closer, more and more arrows were shot at Zhang Jingchuan, their force increasing.

Zhang Jingchuan immediately picked up a large wooden shield from the ground and held it in front of him, his sharp eyes fixed on a Qing army commander fifty paces away.

……

On the Qing army's side, Enahai's expression changed slightly.

With most of the Ming army retreating in disarray, victory seemed assured for Onahai. However, he never expected that someone would suddenly appear from nowhere and miraculously rouse the demoralized Ming troops.

The sudden change in the Ming army was somewhat unexpected. Was this still the Ming army he knew?

Even his elite troops, when on the verge of collapse, might not perform any better than the Ming army in the present.

In particular, the leader was not only agile, but also exuded an invincible momentum with his sword and shield. If we did not quickly shoot him down to dampen the morale of the Ming army, our side would suffer many more casualties.

Thinking of this, Onahai's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his face gradually became ferocious.

Do you think that by boosting the morale of the Ming army, you can turn the tide of defeat? Well, I'll show you that no matter how stubborn an ox or horse is, in the end it will only become food in the tiger's mouth!

Enahai swung his right arm and shouted coldly, "Shoot the leader dead immediately!"

Upon receiving Enahai's order, dozens of his personal guards almost instantly aimed their arrows at Zhang Jingchuan, who was thirty paces away. At such close range, these well-trained Qing soldiers released their bowstrings almost the instant they aimed their arrows at Zhang Jingchuan.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Dozens of arrows whistled through the air and hurtled towards Zhang Jingchuan, their accuracy so high that they covered almost every part of his body.

If Zhang Jingchuan were hit, he would instantly become a hedgehog covered in arrows.

However, Zhang Jingchuan was not surprised to see a volley of arrows clearly aimed at him. He stepped to the right, spun around to dodge the arrows, and then threw the wooden shield in his hand at the archers.

The wooden shields, spinning rapidly at such close range, gave the Qing archers no time to react.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the two Qing archers at the front of the line, along with several others behind them, were knocked back and fell to the ground by the powerful wooden shield.

Enahai looked up in shock and saw that the first four armored soldiers were bleeding from their mouths and noses and died on the spot, while the three or five behind them were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

How can it be!

Even the most valiant and skilled warrior in the Qing army, Baturu, could not possibly possess such strength!

When the utterly horrified Onahai turned to look at the Ming army, Zhang Jingchuan and his men had already arrived.

"kill!"

Led by Zhang Jingchuan, the Ming soldiers roared and clashed with the fierce Qing troops.

Fear, panic, and helplessness all transformed into a surging killing intent that echoed across this land belonging to the Ming Dynasty. Their desire to live ignited their courage, and the blood of the Qing soldiers fueled their will to fight to the death.

In the midst of the battle, Onahai's expression changed. Were these still the Ming soldiers who had just fled in panic?

When the main Qing army force in the west appeared, Prince Zheng, Jirhalang, changed his expression. When did these Ming soldiers become so fearless and ruthless?

Hong Chengchou's expression changed as he looked at the main Ming army force on the east. If every Ming soldier were like this, how could the Tartars not be destroyed...

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