"Boom." At the junction of heaven and earth, lightning flashed, and a string of thunder rolled back and forth.

Thunder in December is not common even in the rainy Lianghuai area. Zhang Mingjian, the general manager of Yangzhou Road in the Mongolian Yuan, was frightened and shrank his neck and bumped into anger. "God, if you have the ability, you can just chop it here. If you have the ability, you can just chop it. I'm just killing someone and setting fire. What can you do? Come on, chop it, see if I'm afraid of you."

The thief God obviously couldn't understand his clamor, "Boom", "Boom" one muffled thunder after another, and soon, the big bean raindrops hit the snow particles, smashing the soldiers patrolling the camp and running away with their heads.

"Xiong Bing, coward, I'm serving you delicious food and drinks, and I can't even stand the rain." After seeing this, Zhang Mingjian became more angry and pointed at the outside of the Central Army's tent and roared loudly.

The ice rain came too quickly and the thunder continued. The soldiers could not hear the roar in the coach's tent. They continued to cover their helmets with one hand and drag their weapons with the other, looking for places to hide temporarily.

"Come here, tie up all the centurion on duty and chop them up." An instant feeling of being ignored came to my heart, which made Zhang Mingjian completely lose his calmness. "It was killed, and the head was picked up and made public. Such a small rain could not restrain the team. If it was caught up by Zhu butcher Zhu, it would not be possible to sprinkle sheep and chop them up immediately. This kind of waste, if it didn't die in my hands, it would die in Zhu butcher Zhu."

"Yes." The soldiers looked at him in fear and bowed to accept the order. No one dared to say anything to dissuade him, nor did anyone dare to make him feel bad at this time. Lord Wanhu was in a bad mood. This is a well-known thing within the entire Qing army. Since the day Mr. Fan, who was sent to establish a relationship with Zhu Tuhu, was beaten back, he has been like this. No medicine to calm the mind has worked.

Soon, a shrill scream sounded in the barracks. Then, two bloody heads were tied up by ropes and hung high onto the top of the flagpole. Suddenly, the soldiers on duty were scared and walked out carefully from the rain shelter, carefully holding the weapons, lined up in the ice slag, trembling.

"Damn it, it's no different from dying early or late." Zhang Mingjian was still unhappy and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and paced back and forth in the central army's tent.

Not only the two unlucky centurions, but also the messengers sent out everywhere. It took ten days in a flash, but no one came back, not only in Bianliang, but also in Luzhou.

What's even more damn is that Timur Buhua and Boluo Buhua from Luzhou were afraid that the Qing army would not attract the attention of Zhu Tuhu, and used such despicable means to frame him. Now, the sinister purpose of this uncle and nephew was completely realized. After the madman Zhu Tuhu discovered that Yangzhou was destroyed and burned, he chased him like a madman, insisting on killing Qing army.

There is also the useless snack Fan Shutong, who deserves to die. He brought a boat of gifts to meet Zhu Butcher Zhu, and even put on the airs of a light right envoy. He didn't look at how much pounds he was worth? What's even more hateful is that after this guy came back, he actually encouraged himself to fight Zhu Butcher Zhu every day. It's bullshit. If he really has the ability to fight Zhu Butcher Zhu, he would have decided by the canal that day, so why wait until now?

"Well" Zhang Mingjian reached out and wiped it a few times on his face, feeling that the mud and water seemed to have a little warmth.

"It's not only that, the Grandmaster, there is hail in the rain, but it's a great thing." Seeing that his right envoy calmed down, Fan Shutong quickly continued to add, "In the five elements, water can overcome fire. The reason why Zhu Tuhu's soldiers are powerful is that they all rely on firearms. When the ice rain comes, all his firearms will be ruined. He will definitely not have the courage to chase us again. Even if he catches up, it is impossible to bully people from a distance like before. When he walks close, he will do it with real swords and guns. The Grandmaster easily dealt with him."

"Well, ah, hahaha, hahahahahahahaha" Zhang Mingjian was slightly stunned at first, then suddenly raised his head and laughed like a madman.

God, you finally opened your eyes. A timely rain solved all the troubles for our Lao Zhang. Water can overcome fire, and water can overcome fire. No one could figure out such a simple truth before. If there were no such damn big guns and small guns, we really fought in a formation. Who was our Qing army afraid of? If he, Zhu Tuhu, would never give up, let him taste the Qing army's long spear like a forest.

"Haha, hahahahahahahahaha." Yu Darui and his surrounding soldiers also raised their heads, smiling with tears on their faces. These days, they were chased by the butcher Zhu like a duck, and they were almost frustrated to this place from the west bank of the canal. Today, all the fearsome things no longer exist. It was under the heavy rain. Let's see what else you, butcher Zhu, used to show off your power.

Soon, the joy spread to the entire camp with Zhang Mingjian as the core. All the Qing army soldiers, as well as the various volunteer soldiers wrapped by the Qing army, and the Red Army, and the explorer of the horses, felt that the thousand-pound huge rocks that were pressing on their hearts were finally broken by thunder, and they became refreshed.

"One, two, touch, touch, touch the little lady." In the excitement, someone immediately beat the iron pot and sang a lewd tune. The soldiers around him laughed and said, picked up gongs, shields, helmets and other objects, and beat them randomly.

Amid the chaotic sound, Fan Shutong, the right envoy of Guangming, suddenly leaned forward and said in an extremely low voice, "Master General, please come over."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Mingjian was about to change the tent and have a good sleep. He frowned and interrupted unhappily.

"Take the ice rain, the Huaian army did not catch up, and the brothers were happy. The chief executive quickly changed his clothes and followed me." Fan Shutong, the right envoy of Guangming, changed his previous treacherous appearance, and whispered, "I just heard a bad news. Xu Da's unit of the Huaian army captured Lai'an five days ago and was blocking us from the west."

"What." It seemed like he was struck by a thunder again. Zhang Mingjian's body shook and almost fell down. "Where did you get the news? Why didn't I hear the wind at all?"

"Yes, it's a disciple of the Ming Cult, who was sent by the Ming Cult disciples risked their lives." Fan Shutong, the right envoy of Guangming, quickly looked around and continued to whisper, "The Grand Chief Manager has saved his life, and he will definitely not harm you. Xu Dazhao has captured Laian, we can't go back to Chuzhou at all. On the side of Bianliang, Liu Dashui also heard about Yangzhou and refused to give any orders to Zhu Tuhu. At present, the only way for the Grand Chief Manager to escape is to abandon the army and escape, and with the Grand Chief Fan, and join the Monk Peng. With the skills of the Grand Chief Manager, he will not worry about not having a comeback."

"You, you're talking nonsense." Zhang Mingjian pushed Fan Shutong away and gritted his teeth. "I am the general, I am the general, and I am the general, I am afraid of him. Besides, it's so heavy rain that he can still come to the camp regardless of his life. His 811-year-old is just a sharp firearm, and water can overcome fire."
Chapter completed!