Chapter 239 Mongolia Storm 2

It is said that Zhang Yang led 2,000 soldiers and horses to rush to the 1,000 yellow flags. As soon as the yellow flag soldiers and horses turned out to be Han people, they were more cautious and relaxed. They knew what the strength of the Han people was.

A round of musket went down and did not hurt half of the horse. The shals laughed one after another. Zhang Yang snorted coldly and said to himself: Laugh, laugh, the next is the time of your death!

At this time, a Tartist general with a horse full mouth full of 'Wow, wow' with a knife and rushed to Zhang Yang with a sneer on his face, as if to say that the boy who doesn't know the depth of the sky dares to attack me. Let's see if I don't chop you into meat sauce!

Zhang Yang smiled and picked up the bow and arrow from his body. He aimed at the general with a 'swish' and flew to the Qing general. Before the Qing general could react, he shot into his heart and fell under the horse. More than a thousand soldiers and horses behind him suddenly shouted wildly, and the Qing army was itching with hatred.

The Qing army had gathered. Seeing that the general was shot by Zhang Yang, his heart was full of anger. He only wanted to tear Zhang Yang's group of people into meat sauce, and ate steamed buns. At this moment, a beard scum rushed out of the Qing army's soldiers and horses again, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, eyes like copper bells, ears like fans, nine feet tall, and a powerful general holding a mace!

"@#¥¥@! *&@#" After a burst of words, he went to Zhang Yang as if he had seen his father's enemy. After listening to this big man's words, Zhang Yang's head buzzed. How could he understand this Manchu? After all, Zhang Yang was unusual. He couldn't understand the words, but when he saw the big man roaring and killing, he was also horizontal. He knew that it should be his relatives who had killed him. He was not afraid at all. He picked up a long gun hanging and fought over.

"Bang!"

Although the two generals fought, the soldiers behind them did not stay. Thousands of Fengxiangwei soldiers rushed over. At the same time, Guo Min led 3,000 soldiers and horses to surround the battlefield, and no bird was allowed to fly by. It's really like an iron barrel, layers of fortresses, impenetrable.

The two fought for 30 rounds of victory or defeat. They raised their eyebrows and did not flinch. The big man's eyes were full of hatred, and there was no room for him to kill him. With a wave of the mace, it passed by like a strong wind, and Zhang Yang followed him with a flame spear. The big man blocked it with cold eyes, and Zhang Yang couldn't enter at all. As soon as the big man shook his weapon, he put aside Zhang Yang's long gun. So the two played another 20 rounds, and they still didn't win or lose. However, Zhang Yang is young and weak, and he can't resist this wild man, but he has something else in his heart.

Zhang Yang quickly escaped for a while. One hand secretly aimed the musket on his body at the big man. The big man shouted and didn't care about what was under Zhang Yang at all. Seeing that the mace was about to hit Zhang Yang's beautiful head, he only heard a roar, the big man's right chest. There was a blood hole, and the big man was in unbearable pain. Although he was injured for some reason, the mace was unable to lift. Zhang Yang took the opportunity to avoid the impact of the big man.

Zhang Yang turned around, and the flame gun, like a dragon swinging its tail and a golden snake, thrusting straight into the back of the big man. After all, the big man is not an ordinary person. Although he is injured, he cannot be underestimated. He jumped under the horse and dodged Zhang Yang's shot. However, the blood on his chest was like a fountain. The big man did not dare to fight again and only ran to the camp.

Zhang Yang's long gun stabbed out again, and the big man hurriedly waved his short knife to block the long gun. Zhang Yang snorted coldly and shot again. At this time, a general rode and ran from the camp tent. Zhang Yang did not entangled him and put a long gun in his heart.

The general of the harborah quickly dodged, and the two fought for another 20 rounds. They were cut off by the center of Zhang Yang. At this time, the Qing army had lost most of them. The rest of the people tightly surrounded the luxurious carriage.

As he spoke, the surrounding Fengxiangwei had surrounded the carriage. Now it seems that they are difficult to fly. At this time, I saw a charming woman coming out of the luxurious carriage. This person was the big jade. Although she was nearly thirty years old, she was as watery as an 18-year-old girl. The soldiers were stunned.

Zhang Yang shouted, "Daughter of the He family, hurry up!" Da Yuer's face was not afraid at all. Instead, she was extremely calm. After all, she was a person who had a strong wind and waves. How could she be timid in such a scene? Da Yuer said indifferently, "Who are you? Why did you attack my family! This is my world in the Qing Dynasty. If you wait for the gift to leave quickly, I will spare your life. If you don't wait until my Qing Dynasty comes, you will wait for the end!"

"What a tily woman!" Zhang Yang did not dare to be careless. After all, this place is Mongolia, which is very close to Beijing and far from Luoyang. However, he also knew that there was no one here, and how could thousands of soldiers and horses come? Naturally, this woman frauded herself. Zhang Yang thought about it and relaxed his mind.

"Apity for home?" When Zhang Yang heard the words, he looked up again. It was indeed a beautiful country, sinking fish and falling geese. Zhang Yangxinfu: It must be an extraordinary person to call the mourning family. Even the Mongolian princess has never been called the mourning family. It seems that it must have come from Beijing. There is only one person in Beijing who calls the mourning family. There is Da Yuer. Is it possible that this person is Da Yuer?

"Are you the Ta's Empress Dowager?" Zhang Yang shouted, only to see the guards of the Tas furious.

Da Yuer obviously didn't expect that the Han general was still so calm when he heard his words. He was slightly surprised and said to himself: It's a good young general with such a heart and such force. If it can be used by me in the Qing Dynasty, I will definitely be able to defeat Liu Xia's soldiers and horses. After thinking about it, he was not angry because Zhang Yang did not answer her questions, but came to ask himself.

Her face suddenly bloomed with a charming smile and said softly, "The mourning family is the empress dowager of the Qing Dynasty. You are the young general of the He family. Why don't you join me in the Qing Dynasty and reward the mourning family with you as a great general?" Zhang Yang was a little stunned when he heard this. A general in the Qing army who knew Chinese had heard Xiaozhuang's words and saw that Zhang Yang didn't say anything, so he shouted angrily, "You little thief, the Empress Dowager loves talent. Why don't you kneel down and thank him!"

Before the general's voice fell, Da Yuer scolded angrily, "Why don't you retreat!" Is there a place for you to speak?" After saying that, his face overflowed with a smile and said to Zhang Yang, "What do you think? If you vote for me in the Qing Dynasty, there will be countless beautiful women with gold and silver, and you can become a marquis. Your career is well-in-aped, and you can't enjoy it!"

Guo Min, on the other side, listened to Da Yuer's words and glanced at the Zhang Yang with a little worry. I'm afraid that Zhang Yang would turn to the enemy. Hold your fingers tightly. If Zhang Yang really joins the enemy, he will lead the soldiers to rush there even if he dies in battle.

Although Da Yuer's conditions are generous, Zhang Yang doesn't care at all and sneered, "What a Qing Empress Dowager, she is really not a mediocre person. He is not only as beautiful as a fairy, but also talented and resourceful. But do you know what kind of sergeant he will be?"

Listening to the praise, Da Yuer smiled charmingly and asked, "Which sergeant?"

Zhang Yang said, "I am under the command of King Zheng, and Zhang Yang, the commander of Feng Xiangwei!" How can I vote for you and other barbarians! The barbarians killed my people and destroyed my tradition. This hatred is not the same, and it will not be enough to kill, but if you and other women kill them, the world will laugh at them. The general took you and offered you to the prince as a concubine, which was a good thing. Let the people in the world see how the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty became the prince's concubine. It must be very gratifying and calm the people's resentment.

Before Zhang Yang's voice fell, the big Yuer's smiling cheeks gradually became cold, and in the end, it was red and white, ashamed and angry. Hearing this, Guo Min in the distance was relieved and let go of her clenched fist. I only felt a moment of comfort in my heart.

"You wait for the little thief, dare to humiliate me, go to hell!"

I saw a general fly out of the horse with a big knife in his hand. The sharp blade was straight to show off his head, but isn't it easy for Zhang Yang? When the general rushed out, he dodged and went back to the Spurs with a long spear.

"Look, I'll kill you!"

Zhang Yang was also enraged, and the long gun came into his hand like a green dragon.

When the two fought, they only felt that the thunder and lightning roared, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, as if the dark clouds were about to destroy the city, but for a moment, they intersect for 30 rounds, regardless of victory or defeat. At this time, a trace of cold light appeared in the eyes of the Qing army general. He saw the opportunity and cut off Zhang Yang's back!