Chapter 302: Hu Er dare to make a millennium plan

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The fertile Jianghuai land was supposed to be a lush green life, but at this moment it has been dyed into a fascinating red, and the wheat on the roadside field is watching the wheat that is about to be harvested falling down in a mess, trampled into a broken grass by the soldiers It was then turned into a red residue by the hot blood sprayed from the human body.
The blood was mixed with rotten grass and silt, turned into a dazzling red and black, and was immediately covered with new blood ... So repeatedly, soon afterwards even the black of the silt was covered, and there were bright red streams flowing in the farmland.
And the source of these streams is the countless creatures lying down here.
They may have been farmers a long time ago, working hard in the field with a hoe; perhaps they have long been through the battlefield, experienced many murders and slain; or they may have lived in the bitter cold of the North, gambling their lives for the dream of the flower world ... ... but at the moment, the body is no different.
Frank Zhu waved his sword, splitting a Qing warrior who was taller than his Europeans from shoulder to hip, and was poured into the body with hot blood. He didn't take it seriously, wiped his face casually, looked around, and found that he could no longer see the standing enemies, and then he was relieved and shouted in the commander's channel: "Each unit reports the situation!"
Although the commander itself has a virtual screen, which can see the dynamics on the battlefield in real time, the precision of the virtual screen will not be too high after all. It can only let him know the development of the battle situation and the battle damage of various troops. Current morale and fatigue.
So every once in a while, he will confirm the battle situation through this prepared channel in order to command the next battle.
"The four regiments are in good condition, and the morale is currently strong, and they are actively fighting!"
"The Sixth Regiment was badly damaged and the brothers were tired. It is best to take a break."
"The Ninth Regiment has annihilated the enemy and is rushing to the next battlefield. Everyone's physical strength can support the appearance of two battles."
"The Fifteenth Regiment is fighting against the Qing Army's Jurchen with yellow flags. The situation is very difficult, but we promise to defeat the enemy!"
"The Eighteenth Regiment lost to the Qing Army Mongolian Zhenglan Banner and is retreating, introducing the enemy troops between the Fourth Regiment and the 26th Regiment, hoping to form a siege."
"The twenty-two regiment is resisting the left side of Guan Ningjun, and I don't know what stimulants this group of traitors hit ... but we can stand it, please rest assured!"
"The twenty-sixth regiment is marching hurriedly to the scheduled position. The eighteenth regiment should grasp the time and be sure to complete the encirclement!"
"Thirty-three regiments have been reorganized! They are about to return to the battlefield!"
"Thirty-nine regiments are trying to delay the troops of the Qing Army's Zhengbai Banner, but we are about to run out of casualties. Please prepare for follow-up troops."
There was a lot of news, some good and some bad, with the virtual map in the air showing the intertwined battle between the two sides, turning cruel war into icy figures.
With the Bright Society as the core, the Ming army selected all the troops, and they received a total of about 200,000 troops, all of whom were brave and brave soldiers. Opposite is the Qing army put together all the 300,000 troops, with the Jurchen Eight Banners 60,000 people as the core, plus the Mongolian Eight Banners, the Han Army Eight Banners, the effective Guanning Army, Mongolia, North Korea and the former Northern Ming Army. The servants ... Although they are more numerous than Frank, they are not as good as the elite. In general, they are equally divided.
So the battle has developed into a situation that no one wants to see, a desperate fight!
Frank broke up the players of the Illuminati and organized them into various units so as to rely on these absolutely heroic player soldiers to maintain the morale of the Ming army; at the same time, he also selected some of the strongest players to form his own The core commando, regardless of physical strength and various supplies, constantly fights around the battlefield.
After scheduling the various units, the Commander Channel finally fell silent.
Frank looked at the virtual map. The red of the Ming army and the blue of the Qing army were completely mixed up. Even the most powerful statistician could not estimate which side had the advantage.
If this is the case, it is actually very beneficial to the Ming Army. All the Qing ’s family members are these 300,000. In addition to the 200,000, the Ming Army also has nearly 20 people who can fight at least although they are poor. Million troops. Although those troops will definitely be defeated when they encounter tough battles, if they can be put into the battlefield when both sides are exhausted, the number alone can become the last straw to crush the big camel of the Qing army.
But Frank had no smile on his face, but gloomy instead.
Ten hours ago, the Rangers who prevented Qingfeng Palace from obtaining Xuanyuanjian and Tianshu sent bad news. Everyone in Qingfenggong had obtained Xuanyuanjian with the help of Xuanyuan Huangdi, who was pulling away, and was hurriedly leaving the Wulingyuan copy.
So at that time, he disregarded everything and activated all the capable soldiers on hand to launch a strong attack on the Qing army position.
Because he can't afford it anymore!
Once the Qing army got the Xuanyuan sword, with the improvement of luck, they would have become stronger than the Ming army because of the blessing of destiny. They will definitely become stronger, and even if they want to maintain the current situation, they will change. It's impossible.
Rather than losing a thousand miles at that time, it is better to take a decisive battle while the Xuanyuanjian has not been sent to the Qing army!
If they can take advantage of this last chance to defeat the Qing army, then even if they get the Xuanyuanjian, they will not be able to save the defeat.
Of course ... he knew this hope was slim.
It took about four hours for the army to screen and mobilize, followed by a difficult battle of up to six hours.
The various units have been rotated several times, and a total of 64 regiments have lost almost one third of their troops. If there are no players who are not afraid of death, the Ming army has already collapsed at the moment.
The situation of the Qing army is much better than that of them. "God destined" is indeed a strong and ridiculous state. More than once, he saw that the Qing army with nearly 50% of the battle damage was able to recover from the rear. Enter the battlefield again!
"Your sister! Don't be so outrageous, okay!" A Chinese staff whispered in a low voice. "How can there be a troop that can continue fighting after a breathless breath in the cold weapons era? Are there morale and tireless skeleton soldiers? "
"Nadorgon must be a legendary necromancer!" Someone laughed so.
"This joke is really not funny at all ... I would rather he not!"
Frank opened the private chat channel and looked at the bad news.
Ten hours ago, Qingfeng Palace received the Xuanyuan Sword.
Eight hours ago, Qingfeng Palace withdrew its copy of Wulingyuan and broke through the surrounding net composed of the original Wulingyuan garrison and the troops who came to support it. It ’s a pity that it does n’t help with the situation.
Six hours ago, the troops responsible for intercepting Qingfeng Palace and their team were defeated. According to what they said, everyone in Qingfeng Palace, who received the Xuanyuan sword bonus, is already a master of the same level as Cheng Peng!
Five hours ago, the mobile scout troops were one step late and watched as everyone at Qingfeng Palace entered the travel mode with the Xuanyuanjian, and returned safely to the Qing army station.
"Calculate the time ... they're afraid they're almost here." Frank frowned, anxiously in his heart.
In the current situation of staggered battles, if the Qing army suddenly gets the Xuanyuan sword and its fighting power soars, I am afraid that the Ming army will be defeated in less than ten minutes!
Moreover, this defeat will no longer be the frustration of the last time that only lost players, but will defeat all the elite of the Ming army!
But even so, he has nothing to do.
There is nothing to speculate about in war. The victory can only be achieved by the soldiers with one shot at a time. Even if the commander is so anxious to scratch his hair or stomp the footboard, it does not help.
At this moment, he heard cheers from the camp after the Qing army.
At first the cheers were unheard of, and then they began to expand, gradually turning into mountains and deafening.
The Qing army has obtained the Xuanyuan sword and has been recognized by the Chinese ancestors, and their luck has been greatly improved!
"Fuck!" It was just like Frank, who couldn't help but raised his to the sky.
But he and his men around him, and even all the players on the battlefield, had already started to pale.
At this point, failure seems inevitable.
On the side of the battlefield, the atmosphere is diametrically opposed.
Dorgon was in the magnificent big tent, impatiently took the golden sword from the president of Qingfeng Palace, felt the mighty momentum from the sword, and couldn't help laughing.
He took the Excalibur out of the military account, came to the highest point on the stage, and pointed the golden Excalibur high into the sky.
"Fate!" He shouted, yelling at the whole army, "Fate is destined!"
"The fate of the fate! The fate of the fate! The fate of the fate!" The cheers of the rows of mountains and rivers started from under his feet.
To the shaman who knows the spell, Dorgon has been shrouded in golden light, and a golden dragon rises from his head, rising high into the sky, turning into a golden cloud covering the vast sky .
This is the air of the emperor, this is the image of the emperor!
So they cheered heartily, cheering for the coming victory, cheering for the dynasty that will surely be established.
Then, just inside this jubilant ocean, a blue light that was very uncoordinated with the golden cloud came from the distant sky, shouted and shattered the clouds, and fell towards the place where the golden light rose.
A few seconds later, the blue light that could not be approached because of the golden light of the Excalibur fell on the school military ground less than one hundred steps away from the general.
As the blue light dissipated, everyone in Qingfeng Palace, who was laughing wildly, froze.
A group of players who knew at a glance that they weren't Qing troops were standing on the school's military ground, looking coldly at Dianjiangtai, Dolgon on the Diantai, and the sword in his hand.
The man headed in gold armor, the vermilion spear in his hand was as bright as a burning flame.
"Cheng ... Cheng Peng!" The president of Qingfeng Palace couldn't help but screamed, "There are assassins! Escort! Escort!"
Cheng Peng himself, however, ignored the noise and confusion around him, the Qing army who was coming from all directions, and the densely packed walls of people who had formed under the parade, raising his own fire gun.
"Fate is not on your side! Xuanyuanjian is not yours!" He shouted at Dorgon with a voice that everyone could hear, "wash your neck and die!"
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