Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Gaomin Temple was surrounded by iron guards, and anyone who dared to approach without communication, whether it was a general or a pawn, would be killed on the spot by the iron guards.

In the temple, all irrelevant personnel were evacuated. In the huge temple, only one room was occupied.

Ge Yi, Tie Yi, Wang Fuchen and other generals Jinghou were outside the door. Although they were Jinghou and didn't make a sound, everyone's faces were all anxious.

The door kept being opened and closed again. For more than an hour, no one knew what the situation of the people in the house was, and they could only see Lang Zhong constantly coming in and out.

After a long time, the door of the house was opened again, the eyes of the generals lit up, and they saw their commander.

Zhou Shixiang didn't let anyone help him, but only supported himself with a long spear. His right leg has been clamped by the plank, and it can be seen that he is struggling to stand there, and it seems that he will fall to the ground at any time.

Blind Li tried several times to step forward to support Zhou Shixiang, but was forced back by Zhou Shixiang's wink. He's standing there, it's a gesture, he's not trying to prove how brave he is in front of his men, he's just telling them that I can still stand, I'm still alive. I am alive, this day will not fall!

"Do you think I'm dead?"

Zhou Shixiang glanced at the generals, smiled slightly, and set his eyes on the north: "Does Fulin think I am dead?" After speaking, he raised his legs and walked out, while walking, he instructed the blind man Li: "Go and lead a horse. !"

When the generals saw this, they couldn't bear it, but no one stepped forward to persuade them, because they knew very well that the commander had to show his face in front of the whole army. Otherwise, the rumor that the commander was dead would spread out of control in the army.

Wang Fuchen brought his white horse, which was also a first-class Mongolian horse, no worse than the big blue horse. With the help of the blind man Li and his guards, Zhou Shixiang turned on his horse and put on his Qi King uniform.

"Walk!"

After thinking about the dead big blue horse in his heart, Zhou Shixiang lightly reined his horse and walked forward slowly.

The blind man Li Zhima was in front, and the two hundred iron guards opened the way, followed by the generals.

The moment the gate of Gaomin Temple opened, the hundreds of thousands of households gathered outside immediately stopped talking in a low voice, and they looked nervously at the slowly opening temple gate. When they saw a white horse stepped out of the temple and their chief was sitting on the horse, they immediately got excited, knelt on the ground, bowed their heads and shouted: "See the chief!"

"You are handsome!"

A screeching sound resounded throughout the night, and it reached every soldier's ears with incomparable clarity. With the screams, Zhou Shixiang sat on the white horse with his head held high, still wearing a military uniform, and the wide shirt covered the wooden planks on his legs. move.

Under the reflection of the torches and the bonfire, everyone saw Zhou Shixiang, who was passing by with his head held high. Cheers resounded through Gaomin Temple and the land of Huaiyang.

"Big guy!"

The soldiers watched excitedly as their commander rode his horse slowly past them. Zhou Shixiang couldn't help waving to his subordinates with a relaxed expression. The soldiers were infected by his ease, and everyone put down their worries. When he was walking past the two white flags and the Huaian generals, Zhou Shixiang deliberately stopped and said to them with a smile that Tartar's artillery was powerful, but his life was too hard, and Lord Yan couldn't take him.

Wu Erte, Gong Jianse, Yue Deji and other white flags were all relieved in their hearts anyway. They were all stunned when they found out that Zhou Shixiang was shot, and then they all fell into deep fear. . They were very worried that with the death of Zhou Shixiang, the Taiping Army rising from Guangdong would disintegrate. In the end, the Ming Dynasty was the same as it was more than ten years ago. That would undoubtedly be their dead end.

The call after another sounded from the sky above Gaomin Temple, and the expressions of the Qing army sentries on the other side of the Yizhen River changed greatly. It's like it's gone again.

"The thief Xiucai is definitely dead, this is what the thief soldiers did on purpose!"

Ao Bai, who had read a lot of the Three Kingdoms, firmly believed that the thief Xiucai was dead, because from the story of the Three Kingdoms he learned, he concluded that if the thief Xiucai was not dead, he would definitely conceal the news of his death, and then lured the Qing army to attack, and then turned back in one fell swoop. Killing, rather than publicly proclaiming it like this, makes conspiracy and intrigue impossible.

Ao Bai's analysis was supported by some generals, but it was already dark, and whether the thief show was dead or not, we had to wait until dawn to know. For now, let's just pretend it was a thief soldier. If the Taiping army on the other side suddenly withdrew after dawn, it would mean that the thief Xiu was really dead.

Ao Bai also said: "Let's guard against the dawn, there are drums in the thief camp, and the Han people have a plan to tie the sheep and hammer the drums. If the drums continue to be heard~www.wuxiamtl.com~ must immediately leave the camp to attack and kill, and must not be neglected! "

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The generals responded with a bang, and they all felt that Aobai was indeed the first warrior in Manchuria, and the emperor's trustworthy internal minister, who knew much about the Han people.

After returning to Gaomin Temple, Guo Xiong noticed that the commander's face was a little distorted, it was a distortion of enduring the pain. Langzhong said that the handsome man's leg was broken and he couldn't move easily, otherwise he might suffer from leg disease in the future. But after the hastily fixed, the commander insisted on showing up. Will this make the commander's right leg disabled?

After entering the room, Zhou Shixiang saw Jiang He. Jiang He came from the water camp in Guazhou overnight after receiving the news from Guo Xiong. Because of the persuasion in Wencun, Jiang He had been pressed and used by Zhou Shixiang and placed in Jiangxi. However, when Emperor Dingwu ascended the throne, Zhou Shixiang personally added Jiang He's name to the list of marquis, so that he was awarded the Marquis of Xiangshan. It was just that when the army crossed the river, Jiang He stayed in the rear army and was in charge of the water camp in Guazhou, and was unable to come to the front line in person.

"Master, your legs?!"

Jiang He looked at Zhou Shixiang's right leg worriedly, his face was very painful, he turned his head and scolded Li, the blind man: "How did you act as a commander of personal guards? It's because of the commander, that you even sealed you Ding Shuobo!"

"I"

Blind Li's face was flushed. According to his temperament, for other matters, he had already stood up with Jiang He, no matter if you were Lord Hou, but now his face was flushed, but he couldn't say anything.

"None of his business."

Zhou Shixiang waved his hand, motioning Jiang and Mo to embarrass the blind man Li. He put down his crutches and sat down on a chair. Blind Li brought a stool, and Zhou Shixiang put his legs on it. Between the movements, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"call!"

After letting out a long breath, Zhou Shixiang's face sank so badly that it seemed that water could drip out at any time. He waved to the blind man Li: "Go outside and watch, no one is allowed to come in, understand!" (To be continued.)