One of the twelve Liangjiang soldiers was seriously injured by the bench, and their arms were broken and they had to withdraw from the battle group. There was also a man in the Zhili Green Camp who was slashed by the Liangjiang soldiers and was lying on the ground and moaning. The worst thing was that the disciples of the Yangzhou heroes were beaten by the Shandong Rebel Army and the Zhili Green Camp and fled around. Even Duan Gengchen, the master's true disciple, was hit several times. Several junior brothers fell down as soon as they took action and rolled around.

Although he couldn't deal with the other party for a while, Zhang Jungan, the general manager of Liangjiang, was not impatient, because he was still crowded, and half of the Yangzhou knights and Liangjiang officers and soldiers did not rush in to fight, but steadily guarded the door so that the other party would have a chance to run away. After all, this is Yangzhou territory. Zhang Jungan just wanted to take advantage of the leader of the "Shandong Green Camp" who had good kung fu and attack him when he was distracted, but failed. He realized that it was impossible to fight quickly. Zhang Jungan, who calmed down, did not press on step by step, but retreated to Sima Shaoxia and cooperated with the Yangzhou heroes to block the door.

The Beizhili Green Camp opposite was not very anxious. After adding the help of these four Shandong Green Camps, they were confident that they would persist for a while. This is the territory of the Qing Dynasty. As long as they were discovered by the real Qing army patrol team around, they believed that they could escape the danger. In addition to the four Shandong men, the young woman was also very good at fighting. Maybe she was the daughter-in-law of a hero in Shandong Green Camp.

Only Gao Yunxuan was getting more and more anxious. Although his people were not damaged during the melee, they all entered the house without realizing it, and no one could escape. The Qing soldiers and shop friends on the opposite side did not press on step by step. Obviously, they wanted to drag them down, thinking that dragging them down was beneficial to them. The Shandong rebel army was unwilling to fight for a long time. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more dangerous, Gao Yunxuan thought to fight hard and rushed out.

The Green Camp officer on the opposite side was very difficult. Although he was not too pressed, he always confronted Gao Yunxuan, which made Gao Yunxuan not have time to distract himself and could not discuss countermeasures with his own people. If they were all Shandong rebels, they could use slander to conduct simple secret communication, so that the other party would not understand it immediately. But there were still a few Sichuan soldiers who spoke Hebei dialect, which was troublesome. As for why the Sichuan soldiers spoke Hebei dialect, Gao Yunxuan and Xing Zhisheng had no time to think about it. They were sure that one side of the enemy was the Liangjiang Green Camp, because the Qing army would not fight the Qing army, so the Ming army must be the Ming army. This principle is as simple as one plus one equals two.

"This guy, he wanted to invite another person to break the back with him, and let the remaining two take his junior sister, that woman run together-" Sima Ping was kicked by Gao Yunxuan and hit the hard table. He jumped up from the ground, staring at Gao Yunxuan with no regard for the pain. However, he did not pounce on him to take revenge, but hid behind Mr. Zhang Qian, who was very skilled in martial arts, and also translated a few slanderous words for Mr. Zhang. The slander of the Shandong knight was not exactly the same as that of Jiangnan. Duan Gengchen was dizzy, but Sima Ping was knowledgeable and thought quickly, and he thought about Gao Yunxuan's code and guessed it.

"Chuan Army?" Zhang Jungan held the knife in his right hand, his left arm was flat with the knife surface, and he stepped on horse stance, facing Gao Yunxuan with both hands holding sticks, slowly moved his footsteps, and carefully circulated, and asked, "Where is the Sichuan Army?"

"He decided that the people in Beijing were the Sichuan Army! I knew they must be the group of Yu Qi who rebeled from Shandong." Zhang Jungan and Gao Yunxuan slowly turned around like two cocks, and Sima Ping also followed him, allowing General Zhang Qian to block between him and the Shandong hero - being able to compete with General Qian of the Green Camp, the Shandong hero's martial arts are definitely at the level of Master Sima Ping. Although his martial arts are good, his brain is obviously not smart enough.

"He looks like a Sichuan Army," Zhang Jungan stared at his opponent in a flash, disagreed with Sima Ping's analysis. The guy on the other side thought that Zhang Jungan was a Sichuan Army.

"Oh." Sima Ping sighed lightly and secretly made a decision for Mr. Zhang. With his master's sect, he was also a wild boar-type young man who didn't run away with this brain.

The answers between Sima Ping and Zhang Jun were all spoken in Jiangnan dialect, while Gao Yunxuan and the others were speaking in Shandong dialect. However, Gao Yunxuan was not a smart young man like Sima Ping, and he had no idea what the two people were whispering to him.

"That woman refused to leave," Zhang Jungan and Gao Yunxuan turned clockwise, and then took two counterclockwise steps, and from time to time, jumping forward and backward to move and test. Sima Ping also jumped step by step, maintaining the fixed formation of the three people, while continuing to translate conscientiously: "She said that a woman, she, could not run fast, and asked her two senior brothers to hold a Sichuan Army and run quickly. She must meet Admiral Deng and save Shandong... Mr. Zhang, this is definitely a Shandong rebel army, and she can't hurt them."

At this time, a scream like a pig was heard. The leader of the Yangzhou hero, Duan Gengchen, hit Wu Yue'er in the leg and fell down.

"This thief, you're so cruel." Sima Ping's eyes twitched. Because the other party was a female, Duan Shaoxia looked down upon. Regardless of Wu Yue'er's threat on the flanks, he only cooperated with his junior brother to attack a Shandong hero. Although he successfully brought him down, he was beaten to lose his combat effectiveness by Wu Yue'er. Now Sima Ping saw that the other Shandong hero (Xing Zhisheng) was also very skilled in martial arts, similar to the one in front of him, but he was entangled by a armored soldier from the Jiangnan Green Camp and Sima Ping's two junior brothers, and had to resist hard. The other two Shandong people, including the one who had just been placed on the bench by Junior Brother Duan, were at least at the level of senior brothers. Even this girl was also in the personal level: "Why do you want to fight Shandong people? Junior Brother Duan, didn't you hear me telling me that they must be Shandong rebels?"

Because of the junior brother behind him, Duan Gengchen successfully escaped from the battle group, but with the only personal disciple being injured, the morale of the heroes in Yangzhou fell sharply.

"This dead girl, I cut it into pieces to drink at night! I will make steamed buns for the rest tomorrow!" Duan Shaoxia felt that his bones seemed to have been broken. He held his calf and roared at Wu Yue'er, then turned around and shouted angrily to Sima Ping: "Why can't you beat me? They all admit that it is Shandong Green Camp."

"Is there a Shandong Green Camp that takes the big girl out?" Sima Ping cursed.

"My senior brother said, you are the Shandong rebel army, are you?" Duan Gengchen did not argue with Sima Ping, and shouted at the enemy opposite in stiff official words.

"We are not robbers!" A Beijinger who was so angry that he was killing him, replied without thinking: "We are specializing in killing robbers."

"Look, they are not." Duan Gengchen grinned in pain, and then he called his junior brothers hard: "Boll to death."

"I didn't say these Zhili guys are."

"They are from the same group, and I will beat you to death."

"They are not from the same group," Sima Ping shouted loudly, not only to Junior Brother Duan, but also to others, but they were still using the Jiangnan dialect of the brothers who were most skilled in: "Boll those Zhili guys to death, don't hurt the Shandong guys."

"They don't know if they are from the same group, but you know they are not?" Duan Gengchen was so painful that his forehead was exposed, and he was already half crazy: "It's all the northerners, and the northerners are from the same group. The junior brothers beat them to death, so don't be ruthless to the girls."

Although I don’t know what the Southern Barbarians were calling, the morale of several northerners seemed to be unstable, and the Qing army officers who had been entangled with him seemed hesitant. Gao Yunxuan jumped back two steps, got rid of the threat, and waved a stick to relieve Xing Zhisheng. Although he couldn’t bear to leave his junior sister, no one would be unable to leave. At this time, Gao Yunxuan had already stood by the Beijinger who had just answered. Until this time, the Sichuan army did not give up numbing the enemy, and still insisted on claiming that he was not the Ming army. Although he admired the other party’s persistence, Gao Yunxuan thought it was a useless effort.

This man is good at it, and he is obviously the leader of the five Sichuan Army. Gao Yunxuan pulled Xing Zhisheng and shouted to the Beijing man: "I will try my best to enlighten you. Don't look back after you and my junior brother rush out."

"Okay." The Beijinger also realized the danger. Although he didn't understand what the meaning of "junior brother" meant, he knew that this must be the brother of the Green Camp. Although they brought a woman abnormally, it did not affect them being the Qing army. We are the Qing army, and the Ming army must be the Ming army, so the opposite side must be the Ming army, and the Ming army must be the Qing army, so these Shandong people are the Qing army, and this principle is as simple and easy to understand as one plus two equals three. So the Beijinger loudly promised to his colleagues who were determined to cover up his breakthrough: "Don't worry, the court will avenge you."

"Yeah." Gao Yunxuan didn't understand what the "magistrate" meant at first, but he immediately thought that he must have referred to the Yongli court.

Just when Gao Yunxuan decided to break through, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the door, and after hearing this sound, Sima Ping suddenly jumped up and shouted happily: "Reinforcements have arrived."

Immediately afterwards, Sima Ping shouted again in Mandarin, and it was louder than the last time: "Reinforcements have arrived."

When the conflict just happened, Sima Ping sent a junior brother to the patrol team to ask for help based on the principle of being careful of sailing a ten thousand-year-old ship. The reinforcements arrived just as the Shandong man was about to break through. It was a coincidence that it was really timely rain.

"Is it still too late?" After hearing the victory statement made by the other party in official words, Gao Yunxuan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. At this time, he also heard the sound of horse hooves, as if a large group of cavalry rushed to the door and stopped. The officers and soldiers of the Liangjiang Green Camp, who were originally vicious and confronted him, suddenly shrank to the door like a tide, and they smiled happily. When they looked over proudly, their chins raised towards the roof.

Seeing the expression of the person opposite, Wu Yueer, who also heard the sound of horse hooves, was suddenly depressed. Just a moment ago, she wanted to fight to the death and find a way to help Senior Brother Xing and the leader of the Sichuan Army break through. But now the enemy's cavalry have arrived, how can she escape even if she rushed out of the gate?

Wu Yue'er reached into her arms and touched a knife hidden close to her body. At the same time, she squatted down to observe the senior brother who was knocked down by the young hero of Yangzhou on the bench. If the senior brother's injury was too serious, he would have to give him some pleasure, so as not to suffer from being captured.

"How many Qing soldiers are there?" A loud voice came from outside the door. This sentence was very strange. It sounded like a question from the Ming army, but it was not called "Tartar".

The heavy steps came from the door. The officers and soldiers of the Liangjiang Green Camp who were guarding the gate were separated to both sides, revealing a passage for the person who was just asking about it.

The person who came looked in his twenties, with a metallic cold light shining all over his body, and he held his head high, and his look was like a general. If he were not of this age, his aura would indeed make people believe that this was a general.

In addition to momentum, if you look carefully at the armor on the person, you can see that it is indeed a top-quality item. The shiny heart-protecting mirror can reflect the figure. The tight mountain armor tightly wraps the vital points of the person's chest and abdomen. On both arms are also well-made arm guards, wrist guards, and an iron skirt below the waist. The only strange thing is the helmet worn by this man. His iron helmet is neither the Qing Dynasty nor the traditional pagoda style of the Ming army. At first glance, it looks quite like the wide-brimmed felt hat before the camp, but the silver-white metallic luster emitted on it reminds that this is a real steel helmet.

Four guards followed closely behind - more cavalry remained outside the door and still rode on horses. The guards following in, like the leader, were covered with iron armor. The difference was that the helmets of the four guards were familiar pointed helmets rather than special shapes, and they all held cold sabers, rather than just holding the whip in their hands like the young man they were escorting.

After looking at the big red cloaks that the five people were wearing, the red scarf in front of their necks, and the flame-colored military trousers between their iron skirts and horse boots, Wu Yue'er was stunned and forgot to take out her knife: "Is the reinforcements of the Tartars the Ming army?"

Her eyes continued to move upwards, and the four guards' helmets were also covered with the Ming army's red tassel logo. Only the leader looked different again. He used a confusing black tassel as the helmet logo to decorate it.

Gao Yunxuan also stared at the general who walked into the door in a daze. He felt the same doubts as Wu Yue'er in his heart, and his intuition told him that this was a real Sichuan Army. Although he didn't know who the person was, he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person when he saw his wardrobe. Although he and the four guards behind him were covered in iron armor, their movements were still sensitive and agile...

"Military general and the personal guards of military generals." If the person who came was not too young, Gao Yunxuan might even assign the other party to the general level of the general. However, even the general and the personal guards of military generals were not something that the heroes could resist. Just like the heroes and the disciples from all over Shandong came together, they would not be able to compete with the standard camp of the governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi.

The Beijinger beside him sighed, full of despair. After a moment, the Beijinger suddenly whispered to Gao Yunxuan: "Capture the king first, and fight with him."

This sentence immediately pulled Gao Yunxuan back from his confusion. The person on the other side must be the Qing army, pretending to be the Ming army. Because the opposite side is the Yangzhou Green Camp, these Beijingers are the Ming army, so they must be the Qing army. This principle is like two plus two equals four, and there is no doubt... Yes, how could the Qing army reinforcements be the Ming army?

Although the other party gave Gao Yunxuan a feeling of Sichuan Army, he was obviously abnormal today. Within a day, Gao Yunxuan remembered that he once regarded the Qing army's horse exploration as the Ming army, and once suspected that the gangsters in Yangzhou were the Ming army, and almost mistakenly thought that the Liangjiang Green Camp was the Sichuan army. He also believed that the few Beijingers around him were the Qing army, so even if he took the Qing army again, he would be at the normal level today.

"It's really chaotic in Yangzhou. The Qing army plays the Ming army and the Ming army plays the Qing army. Is there no misunderstanding between them? How did this happen?" Although there was a lot of confusion in his heart, Gao Yunxuan didn't have time to think about it more. He felt that the Beijingers around him had already made moves.

"What? Don't you want to surrender?" The enemy general on the opposite side sneered, and raised his hand to stop the guard behind him: "Let me move..."

"Drink!" Gao Yunxuan and the Beijingers roared at the same time, and each danced a stick and flew up.
Chapter completed!