Free-spirited Illegitimate Son

One after another bamboo whistle pierced the whole of Istanbul.

I thought that Istanbul was already under control, and everyone could rest for a while. Unexpectedly, the recruits suddenly assembled again at this time. However, for them who have always only obeyed orders, they couldn't care about anything, and immediately began to gather from all directions. .

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chunqiu rode his horse and led people out of the city.

As for Istanbul, he no longer cared about it. Under the guidance of Liu Jin, the mighty army and horses rushed out of the city.

Two hours later, a large camp was in sight.

It's just... the fireworks are filled here, and the fighting has already begun.

The French, taking advantage of the fact that the navy had not arrived one after another, directly attacked Zhu Houzhao's Chinese army.

Zhu Houzhao had more than 1000 guards, desperately resisting, and fought fiercely with the French here. At this time, the ammunition was almost exhausted, and the navy resisted extremely hard.

Facing a group of French heavy cavalry who suddenly turned against each other, Zhu Houzhao was in command, but even so, seeing the increasingly dense French people outside, Zhu Houzhao's heart still couldn't help but sink.

This time, I was really wronged, I thought of everything, but I didn't expect the Franji people to be so cunning, those French people were like the tide.

A few loyal guards stood beside Zhu Houzhao, hissing hysterically: "Your Majesty, Dongying has fallen. Your Majesty, retreat quickly."

"Retire?" Zhu Houzhao became angry at this time: "Where can I retreat? All my life, I have only fought, and I have never heard of retreat. Damn, fuck with me, kill!"

He held the Pingwa sword in his hand, with a dignified look on his face.

Today, I am about to die, I never thought that I will die here after all, so I might as well die like a hero!

Zhu Houzhao made up his mind, so he cheered up again, and led his men directly into a group of French infantry rushing from Dongying. He swung his long sword, bringing up a dripping rain of blood. One after another fell down.

Zhu Houzhao's face was full of sweat, he licked his mouth, with a grim look on his face, to be honest, he has always been high-spirited after fighting outside for so long, but at this moment, he probably felt that his death was imminent, and he really felt a little bit I am homesick, I miss the Forbidden City, I miss my mother, I miss my son, oh, and that guy named Ye Chunqiu.

But there was a smile on his face at this time, encouraging the people around him: "The sailors of the rear team will arrive immediately, stick with me here, I have nothing to reward you, but I brought you out After leaving the sea, the only thing I can do right now is to live and die with you."

A sailor rushed forward madly with the bayonet on his rifle, and the bayonet plunged directly into the body of a Frenchman. Immediately, the French spearmen stabbed several holes in his body, and he staggered to the ground. Backing away, he yelled: "Haha, Your Majesty didn't give you anything, but Your Majesty let you see the whole world. This life is enough."

I saw that man, with blood on his face, but with a smile on his face, lying on this foreign land.

There were tears in many people's eyes. Thousands of emotions flooded their hearts when people were about to die. They could blame the bird emperor, but at this moment, they couldn't hate him.

These people from military households have always been lowly, living like dogs, lingering on their last legs, and being despised by others, but only this time they went to sea, which made them really stand up and be human.They are on the same boat with His Majesty the Emperor, and they came to this place outside the territory together with the most honorable Son of Heaven of Ming Dynasty. His Majesty respects them, and they can feel this. If a humble person can get this, that sentence is enough in this life , is not an exaggeration.

"Kill!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes were red, and there seemed to be mist in his eyes, but at this moment, all he could do was to continue to rush forward in grief and indignation.

On the opposite side, there are many French people with their spears upright, and the French lion flag is fluttering in the wind at this moment, as if it will triumph in the next moment.

But Zhu Houzhao still rushed forward, and the guards and sailors around him also rushed forward, rushing up to protect him.

The two sides collided again, swords and armor collided, blood rained all over the sky.

One person after another continued to fall beside Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao waved his sword desperately. This sword had followed him for many years, but in this life and death, he still remembered that it was a pair of double swords. The brother of this sword is still in the hands of another person.

This pair of swords fell here today, thousands of miles away from the other Polu sword, and it is feared that they will never be able to combine again.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help feeling endless sadness in his heart, with tears in his eyes, as if crazy, he slashed at a Frenchman opposite him.

Obviously, the general situation is over, no matter how stubborn they are, the voices of the French can be heard from the West Camp and the Back Camp.

it's over...

In this camp, the dragon flags were cut down by someone, and some of them rose into a ball of flames. The slow black smoke rolled into the blue sky, as if spreading the bloody blood of the earth to the sky, but...

At this moment, clap clap...

Gunshots sounded.

More and more intensive gunshots began to appear.

The sudden gunshots slowed down the offensive of the French, who were already sure of winning, because they clearly remembered these gunshots, and these Tatars were best at such firearms.

what happened?

This is the question rising in the hearts of everyone in the camp at the moment.

The gunfire has begun to become more and more intense, and the retreating French suddenly began to appear chaotic, and the chaos was transmitted from the rear team to the front team.

Zhu Houzhao's face was full of shock.

He remembered that the ammunition was running low. Where did these gunshots come from?

In the midst of this chaos, he suddenly saw outside the camp a man riding a tall horse, holding a sword in his hand, leading a group of men and horses, slashing and killing the French rebels all the way, and rushing straight towards him. There were still gunshots in all directions outside the camp.

But the sun was a bit dazzling, Zhu Houzhao only saw the shadow under the light, and couldn't tell who was riding the horse for a while.

But when the dark long sword was hung high, Zhu Hou shone, and his eyes glowed with brilliance.

It is the Polu sword.

In this world, there is no third long sword with such a black body.

The owner of the sword was still strong and vigorous, and he frantically urged the horse, slashing and killing the retreating Frenchman, who dared not fight back, but now he has become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhu Houzhao looked into the distance panting, and opened his throat: "Ye Chunqiu!"

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