The arena of the heavens.
Ying Tianfu.
Yang Fuming's eyes shone with admiration, and he was overjoyed. He supported the shaky "immortal" and said:
"Immortal, you are so powerful!"
"If my father and Uncle Huang had your help, they would not be defeated and killed."
"Sooner or later, I must fulfill my father's last wish and drive the Manchu barbarians out of the Central Plains!"
In December of the twelfth year of Kangxi, Yang Qilong, the father of Yang Fuming, contacted some anti-Qing righteous people near Shuntian Mansion with Huang Ji and Chen Yi to plot against the Qing Dynasty and Fuming.
Organized "Zhongxing Officers and Soldiers" and called himself "Zhu Cizhuang". He was the third prince of Ming Dynasty Zhu and changed his reign name to Guangde.
Later, they were suppressed by the Manchu ministers Nalan Mingzhu and Tuhai who led their troops. They failed to escape and Huang Ji and Chen Yi were killed.
In the 19th year of Kangxi, when Yang Qilong was about to revolt against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty in Fengxiang, he was arrested by Tuhai and sent back to Shuntian Mansion for execution.
Because of this, Yang Qilong's son, who was lucky enough to escape, changed his name to Fu Ming, which means to fight against the Qing Dynasty and Fu Ming Dynasty!
The generals also gathered around and agreed:
"Haha, if those Manchu barbarians hadn't run so fast, the immortals would have wiped out the entire Qing army of 200,000!"
"In my opinion, the Immortal is so powerful. After driving out the Manchu barbarians, why not the Immortal ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor?"
"Yes, if the immortal ascends the throne, he will be like Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty and be sincerely good to our people!"
When Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked over, all the generals looked happy and excited. He sighed quietly and thought to himself:
"I didn't expect that even after the death of the Ming Dynasty for decades, people still remember the Ming Dynasty and Ming Taizu."
"As expected of a beggar-born hero who drove the Yuan people out of the Central Plains!"
"That's right. Looking at the past dynasties, emperors and scholar-bureaucrats shared the world. Only Ming Taizu shared the world with the people!"
Just as Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty was recalling the achievements of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, he was reflecting on himself.
Suddenly, a hearty laughter sounded from the sky and the earth:
"Hahaha, Xuande, I haven't seen you for a long time, how did you end up like this?"
"Could it be that with your cultivation level, you have exhausted your spiritual power after destroying an army of only 200,000 people?"
"I personally lead an army of 500,000 to attack the city this time. Xuande, if you understand, then you can obediently use the surrender ceremony of holding a jade and go out of the city to pray for surrender."
"Otherwise, when the city is destroyed, no chickens or dogs will be left alive!"
At the same time, there was a mighty army of half a million people with no end in sight, like a black ocean.
They charged from a distance and surrounded the entire Yingtian Mansion.
No art of war or artillery required!
The five hundred thousand troops were all ready to attack, waiting for Emperor Wu's order to charge into battle.
Liu Bei, Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty, had a cold expression on his face. He looked at Emperor Wu with disgust as he walked to the city, and cursed:
"Sun Shiwan, you are just wishful thinking!"
"As long as I'm here today, you can't even think about robbing the people in the city!"
When Emperor Wu saw Emperor Zhaolie's pale face, he became even more convinced that Liu Xuande was at the end of his fight.
But remembering that the live broadcast was going on now, I still suppressed my smile a little and said in a pretentious manner:
"Xuande, you and I are close friends. Why do we do this? Why do we do this~"
"Isn't the ceremony of surrendering with a jade in your hand good? Then hold the Chixiao Sword in your hand and leave the city to surrender."
"Otherwise, I can't control these half a million troops~"
While speaking, Shanyue Sect Commander Youtu raised his long sword high and shouted:
"kill!"
The barbarians from the Three Thousand Mountains, and even an army of 500,000 people, shouted in unison:
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The sound was deafening, as if it could tear the entire world apart.
What Han Zhaolie Emperor Liu Bei hated most in his life was massacre of cities, and at this moment Emperor Wu was undoubtedly provoking him crazily.
His eyes were extremely cold and he said coldly:
"Sun Shiwan, he is about to die and he doesn't know it yet!"
"Use the great man's luck as a guide!"
"The fighting spirit appears"
"Kill the rebels"
Before he finished speaking, the space shook!
A huge red dragon head poked out from the void, looking down at the stunned Wu Emperor Sun Quan, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
The next second, the huge body of the red dragon flew out of the void, just like before.
The wisps of the Han Dynasty's luck dropped and turned into Han cavalry. The leader was Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty!
Seeing that Sun Quan, the great emperor of Wu, was still dumbfounded, Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, shouted:
"Commanders, follow me to kill the enemy!"
The champion Hou Huo Qubing, who had just been transformed by the luck of the Han Dynasty, only chased him for a few dozen miles before disappearing.
It was because Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty saw Sun Quan, the great emperor of Wu, and the 500,000-strong army, so he deliberately pretended to be exhausted, just to lure Sun Shiwan into being fooled.
Although he was afraid of the First Emperor Ying Zheng from the bottom of his heart, why should he be afraid of a mere King of Qin and Wu?
At this moment, Emperor Wu, looking at the energetic soldiers transformed by Han Dynasty's luck, felt that his whole body was not well.
Without hesitation, he got on his horse and ordered:
"I don't believe that you have an inexhaustible supply of luck in the Han Dynasty."
"Come here, kill me! Whoever takes that demon's head will be promoted to the third level and will be rewarded with a million taels of gold!"
For a moment, the 500,000 Manchu and Qing troops briefly forgot the miserable end of the 200,000 troops just now.
These five words "a million taels of gold" echoed in my mind.
Many people have never seen so much gold in their lives. This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
As long as you kill the demon, you can get dozens of treasures that will last a lifetime. Who can resist this?
Without the need for an order from the general, all the Manchu soldiers went crazy, cheering and rushing towards the big Han soldiers filled with red light.
Among them, the most eye-catching one is the Three Thousand Mountains Yue barbarians who are covered in gold and stone.
One million taels of gold! They Shanyue people want it too!
When the two armies met, each Manchu barbarian turned into a hungry wolf, trying to bite the flesh of the Han soldiers even if they died.
However, facing the Han soldiers who were protected by the luck of the Han Dynasty, all the Manchu barbarians were like a mantis blocking the car.
Emperor Wu himself quietly retreated while the 500,000 Manchu Qing army, who was dazzled by the "generous reward", charged.
Seeing the soldiers of the Han Dynasty slaughtering the Manchu and Qing troops like chopping melons and vegetables, I couldn't help but feel my heart twisting, and murmured:
"How is this possible! How is this possible!"
"Luck... Luck... Damn it... Why is the luck of the Han Dynasty so powerful!"
"Hahaha... This isn't true! This isn't true!"
…
On the city wall.
Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty looked at the maniacally laughing Emperor Wu from a distance, frowned and looked at the red dragon flying in the sky, and said doubtfully:
"Could it be that the great man's luck is really so vast? Inexhaustible? Inexhaustible?"
"It's actually more powerful than magical powers and secret arts?"
Yang Fuming and others looked at each other, clenched their weapons, and asked for orders:
"Immortal, I want to go out and fight!"
"Yes, my parents, wife and children died at the hands of the Qing barbarians. I must avenge this!"
"The worst case scenario is death, and eighteen years later I'll be a good man again!"
Emperor Zhaolie of the Han Dynasty came to his senses, drew out the red fairy sword, and ordered:
"Commanders, follow me out of the city!"
(End of chapter)
