Jiang Qi carried his bag back to the dormitory. He was the only one living in the double room.
Jiangbei University's Department of History and Archeology has always had a shortage of students. This year, it only accepted about fifty students. The number of boys was odd, so Jiang Qiyu was given the opportunity.
Putting down the bag and taking out the short knife, Jiang Qi slowly stroked the rust on the knife.
The sword is no more than two feet long and three fingers wide. It is obviously not a main battle weapon, but a secondary weapon used for last-ditch defense.
Even after more than three hundred years, this sword still exudes an evil aura.
"What should I do with this thing...?"
Jiang Qi sighed and was about to put away the dagger when he saw the blade suddenly shine. A blue glow could be vaguely seen through the rust!
"Isn't it? Here we go again!"
Jiang Qi was not surprised. Instead, he smiled bitterly. Under the blue light, his consciousness gradually blurred.
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"kill!"
"Restore my rivers and mountains!"
"Drive out the Tartars and restore the Ming Dynasty!"
The ubiquitous shouts of killing lingered in Jiang Qi's ears.
He opened his eyes with a clear look on his face. He skillfully dodged the rain of arrows, moved his horse and thrust his spear straight, knocking off the enemy in front of him.
Poof!
The sound of the sharp blade cutting through the leather armor and entering the flesh was extremely dull. Along with the burst of warm blood, dots of scarlet fell on Jiang Qi's face.
Jiang Qi's face was numb, he flicked the tip of his gun neatly, and ran towards the next enemy.
He has experienced this scene three times, this is the fourth time.
It's not that he was numb, but that he couldn't control his actions at all, and his consciousness could only be a bystander.
It's like a game CG that brings a certain character into line of sight.
Kill the enemy, charge, kill the general and capture the flag...
The man Jiang Qi brought in was like a god of war, leading a cavalry team of 300 people, rampaging through this mill of life.
until……
"Then general! Tell me your name!"
A military general stood on horseback with his sword drawn, his expression unruly, and his expression ferocious. He threw the body of the Ming army in his hand, which had just been pulled off the horse and whose life had been taken away by the blade, to the ground. The blade was filled with blood and pointed directly at the young black-armored general in front of him. .
"Commander of the Third Town of the Restoration Army, Jiang Qubing!"
The person possessed by Jiang Qi spoke the fourth line that Jiang Qi heard.
The voice was cold, with lingering murderous intent.
"Resurrection? What a joke! Let's fight!"
The foreign general greeted Jiang Qubing with a ferocious smile.
The figures of the two sides intertwined, and in an instant there were dozens of attacks.
There were not so many twists and turns on the battlefield. They were all killing in broad strokes. In a short period of time, both of them were injured.
Just as the two were preparing for the second battle, the commotion on the battlefield became even louder.
"General! We are surrounded!"
"Damn Tatars! They have an ambush!"
"General, leave quickly!"
Jiang Qubing looked anxious, abandoned his enemies, and began to organize a breakout.
The enemy general did not pursue him. He knew that he had already won this battle.
Both sides invested nearly 20,000 troops, and they fought from noon to evening. They were all exhausted. At this time, a cavalry force of 2,000 men rushed in, which was like a tiger among wolves.
Gradually, the sun is approaching sunset.
Jiang Qubing's last personal soldier fell under the enemy's sword.
On the entire battlefield, he was the only one wearing black armor.
He was surrounded, and the spear in his hand had long disappeared, leaving only a short knife in his hand.
Under the aim of countless blades and arrows, Jiang Qubing squatted down and dismounted. The horse, which had almost no meat on it, let out a mournful cry and closed his eyes.
Jiang Qubing exhaled and looked directly at the enemy in front of him.
He was still the foreign military general. He also dismounted and stopped his subordinates from swarming forward.
"You are a worthy opponent. I will use the horse's skin to wrap your body."
Jiang Qubing looked at him, shook off the blood on the blade, mobilized the last of his inner energy, and the blade was slowly coated with a layer of blue light.
"Do barbarians from foreign races deserve to know etiquette?"
"kill!"
With a roar, Jiang Qubing dragged his body from hundreds of battles and used his last strength to rush towards the alien general!
"Remember, the one who killed you is Dorgon!"
The two sides are intertwined...
Jiang Qubing stood, and the foreign general named Dorgon half knelt.
"Clang!"
The short sword fell to the ground, and the sword gifted by Ming Emperor Zhu Cixiang fell to the battlefield.
Dorgon stood up, the skin and flesh on his chest rolled up, and the wound was so deep that the bones could be seen. If it had been half an inch longer, he would have died.
He turned around and looked at the black-armored general who was still standing even though he was dead.
He stepped forward, picked up the short knife, put it into Jiang Qubing's hand, and held it tightly for him.
"I won this battle, and so did you. If there is an afterlife, it will be just you and me fighting again."
Dorgon won the duel between the two armies, but lost the duel between the two generals.
At the last moment, the wise general named Jiang Qubing used his last energy to leave him with a lifelong wound, but he did not touch the opponent at all.
His life died in his own hands.
"Give him a good burial."
The Northern Expedition in the third year of the Ming Dynasty was not a smooth victory.
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Jiang Qi came back to his senses, rubbed his brows, and had only one sentence in his mind.
"The unfinished battle! The unfinished battle!"
He exhaled slowly, opened the New History of Ming Dynasty at hand, and found the marked page.
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In the fifth year of Zhengwu in the Ming Dynasty, Dorgon organized the final Jurchen counterattack, which was suppressed by the Zhengwu Emperor Zhu Cixiang personally led an army. Dorgon was also beheaded by the Ming Emperor himself.
Then, the sorcerer was ordered to open a magic altar to suppress his soul, causing him to sink forever and never be reincarnated.
Some officials from the Ministry of Rites thought that Emperor Ming's move was too harsh, so Emperor Ming replied: "Come in, your mother."
This is a record of the Ming Emperor Zhu Cixi's Anthology.
Current historians believe that this was Emperor Ming's punishment for Dorgon's repeated obstruction of the Ming Army's Northern Expedition. Of course, in the eyes of historians, the so-called eternal souls must be feudal superstition.
Jiang Qi originally thought so, but until he picked up this short knife, an inexplicable memory appeared in his mind.
It was two people drinking.
"This sword was forged by me myself, and I will give it to my dear brother today. When I can regain my old land, I will have a drink with you in the Tai Chi Hall."
The man in the dragon robe with a vague face handed the knife to the man in front of him, and then drank the wine in the glass.
Jiang Qi rubbed his brow, so the owner of this short sword was called a good brother by Ming Emperor Zhu Cixiang? So, the reason why Zhu Cihong was so cruel to Dorgon, even to the point of death, was to vent his anger? To avenge my virtuous brother?
This can be regarded as a moderate discovery in the history of the Ming Dynasty.
But... no one would believe this thing.
After all, my own experience is obviously not something that science can explain.
"The unfinished battle...means we are going to find Dorgon for another fight?"
Jiang Qi murmured to himself, then scratched his head in distress.
They have been dead for more than three hundred years, where can I go to find them myself?
etc……
Jiang Qi looked at the short sword and then at the New Ming History.
Wouldn't he be allowed to go to the place where Zhu Cixang ordered the warlocks to suppress Dorgon and have another fight with Dorgon's soul?
This short sword obviously cannot be explained by science, so is it possible that the so-called eternal souls also exist?
"No matter what, let's check the information first and see where it was originally done."
Jiang Qi thought so.
He is now counting on the so-called eternal soul to be false. When the time comes, he only needs to find a place, go over and insert the dagger into Dorgon's grave, and it will be done.
