Chapter Seventy Six Fierce

Ying Yi was not too afraid of the Tatars. It was a stroke of luck that the Tatars could conquer the world. Among all the Xia and billions of people, there is not a single hero. They are all Li Zicheng and the like. To put it in one sentence, it is: There was no hero at that time, but it made Shuzi famous.

No matter which aspect is compared, the war potential of China is countless times that of the Tatars, old and young, women and children combined. There are no heroes!

It's not that the people of Zhuxia can't fight, it's that they don't have a leader. Unable to gather people's hearts. If they work together, the Xia will be invincible.

There is no doubt about this.

As Sun Xiucai once said, Nanyang is a treasure land. When Ying Yi walked on this road, he saw more than just Nanyang. Yes, Nanyang has been the center of salt and iron in the Central Plains since ancient times. Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, Nanyang's steel and salt have played a decisive role in any dynasty.

Once you occupy this treasure land, you will have a good foundation.

But Nanyang was too small, and what Ying Yi saw was the entire Jingxiang, Huguang, and even the entire Henan.

To bring Jingxiang, Huguang and even the Central Plains of Henan into the palm of your hand, if you don't add famous weapons to it, it will take a long time and require a little bit of nibbling. But the fall of China is imminent, and the Tatars are about to break through and move south, so there is not much time to grind. If Ying Yi was given a few more years, he might not be interested in the famous weapons of the Ming Dynasty.

The time is too short, which is a flaw.

According to the original history, Sun Chuanting would soon send troops hastily and be defeated at the urging of Emperor Chongzhen. A few months later, the intruders would dig up the Yellow River and drown millions of people in Kaifeng. Then he would send his troops northward and break through the capital the following year. Then Wu Sangui would turn the tables. , Li Zicheng was defeated, and China fell.

There is not much time left for Ying Yi.

Although he had a golden finger by his side and he was quite powerful, the appearance of zombies sounded the alarm for Ying Yi.

He must obtain the famous weapon, occupy Huguang and even Henan as soon as possible, and command enough manpower and material resources to quickly transform the golden finger into a war force.

Otherwise, if you keep grinding it slowly and don't pave the way with the famous weapons of the Ming Dynasty, your strength will grow very slowly. The Tatars went south, leaving their heads but not their hair, and many people were massacred. Every time it reminded Ying Yi of what happened to the folks in Xiaowangzhuang and Zhang's family, the Tatars were no worse than thieves.

We must not watch helplessly like this. We must increase our strength as soon as possible. When the Tatars move south, we can lead the troops to stop them and teach these barbarians to walk in circles.

Zhang Shi took away five clever Ye Buzi, Ying Yi left four, and the remaining eighty-seven people were ordered to return to Xiaowangzhuang to rest.

Later in the middle of the night, Li Guo could hardly sleep.

Originally, at midnight, Ye Bushou retreated and stopped for a while. Li Guo thought he could sleep peacefully for half the night. Unexpectedly, not long after, Ying Yi came again.

This time, Ying Yi also brought four people with him. When Ying Yi killed someone, these four people followed him. Back and forth, sometimes this way, sometimes that way, there might be a night where the dead were not collected, and they would kill wherever they were, just to collect their corpses.

It was not until Yu Yinshi that Ying Yi raided dozens of times and recovered eleven corpses. The other four were never found again. Then he asked the four people who followed him to take the corpses away, but Ying Yi did not stop and continued. Attack and kill.

If we say that it was a aimless attack at the beginning, it was just to scare off the enemy and make Li Guo's thieves stop. Then after the time has passed, it is to collect the corpses of the soldiers. After Yin Shi passed, Ying Yi's purpose changed again - he attacked Li Guo's central army several times, intending to capture the middle-aged scribe.

But Li Guo was really frightened by him. Cannons, muskets, and archers all gathered here. As soon as there was any movement, they fired cannons, muskets, and arrows, making Ying Yi unsuccessful many times.

Every time he was pushed back, Ying Yi couldn't help but feel envious of the group of zombies. That defensive ability is enviable. If Ying Yi had such defense, he would have fought his way in long ago.

It's a pity that Ying Yi is not invulnerable now, and he will suffer some damage from the fire blunderbuss. Especially some extremely powerful firecrackers, such as the Nine-Headed Bird, which can hardly sustain Ying Yi's strength even after being hit with one shot.

The beast Li Guo was extremely afraid of death. Rows of firearms were densely packed around the central army. No matter how powerful Ying Yi was, he could not get in if he was not willing to pay the price of injury.

The key is that there is also a middle-aged scribe among them. Ying Yi is not sure if he can defeat him if he is injured.

So he was cautious.

But it's not without good news. After repeated attacks on the Chinese army, no second zombie was seen. Ying Yi was probably sure that the middle-aged scribe probably didn't have any more 'servants'.

Even if there were, they would only be one or two, and they had to be defended, so they didn't dare to take them out.

On the eve of dawn, at the end of Mao Shi, Ying Yi no longer attacked the central army, but instead aimed at killing the traitors and seizing the true spirit. He didn't retreat until daybreak.

Ying Yi's figure disappeared on the vast land. The thieves, including Li Guo and all the thieves, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Guo looked pale and looked like he was eating people. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come here, please quickly count the casualties for me, General!"

After more than half an hour, someone came to report: "There are 5,400 people left."

Li Guo opened his mouth wide and clutched his chest, almost out of breath: "Ten thousand people, only 5,400 people left?! Hateful, hateful!"

That night, 4,600 people were killed!

This was beyond Li Guo's expectation.

When he thought about it, there were only so many enemies, especially in the middle of the night, when there was only one person. One person killed so many people. Is there anything more hateful and ridiculous than this?

A big battle might not result in so many casualties. With the fighting will of thieves, if more than half of them are destroyed and they still survive, then they are no longer thieves.

Comparable to the elites of all dynasties.

Only because Ying Yi boiled frogs in warm water and killed only dozens or hundreds of people each time, and the range of one person's attack was very small, the impact was not large, and Li Guo suppressed them in time, the bandits did not collapse.

More importantly, Ying Yi killed people and left no corpses. After seizing the true spirit, it immediately turned into ashes. Since there were no corpses in sight, the thieves thought that not many were dead. Only with this consciousness did they come to the final result.

Although those who died were ordinary thieves, Li Guo originally planned to use them as artillery fire. But one night, he unknowingly folded it in half, which still made his heart twitch.

Now he has almost no choice and doesn't know what to do next.

I had to ask Mr. Hu for advice.

"Sir, he said last night that he had a plan to capture and kill this man. Please teach me, sir." Li Guo bowed his head and said, "If I don't kill this man, he will come tonight, he will come tomorrow night, and he will come again the night after tomorrow. Can you teach me what to do?!"

Mr. Hu didn't look very good either. Last night when Ying Yi attacked the Chinese army, he even cursed and called him, a middle-aged scribe, by name, but he didn't dare to go out.

He, Hu Yi, had lived for decades and was treated as a guest wherever he went. He had never felt so aggrieved. His face has been lost to the ends of the earth.