55 is too arrogant

Li wanted to stand on the battlefield of Guguan, where the war had just subsided, looking at the red flag fluttering in the wind on the mountain peak in the distance, and a smile appeared on his face.

The so-called "Elite Iron Horse" of the Ma's Western Army was completely destroyed after only half a day of the Anxi Army's rush. Guguan - The first door for the revolutionary army to march west was finally smashed open.

Li Xiang got out of the hot iron bastard like a steamer, paced the duck, put his hands behind his back, and looked at these returners with a smile. These extreme madmen of the Muslim religion still held the saber in their hands.

"Put down your weapons! Surrender immediately!"

Jing Bumu waved the same saber in his hand and drank. His rangers and swordsmen were extremely arrogantly playing with the big blades in their hands, and their wild eyes swept through these backs from time to time. Everyone who saw this scene swallowed their saliva, but no one put down the weapon in their hands.

Li wanted to see it and said, "If you don't want to put down your weapons, do you still want to continue fighting?" Or don't you understand Chinese?

The reply was silent, without saying that they would continue fighting or surrender. Li Xiang even suspected that they really didn't understand Chinese.

"Go ahead and drag the one-armed hero over here." Li wanted to take off his gloves, snap his fingers, and pointed to Ma Tingyu, whose arm was cut off by shrapnel.

"No need to bother you, I can leave by myself." Ma Ting said abruptly. The relatives around him had changed their faces. Unexpectedly, Li Xiang's eyes would be so sharp. Just as he wanted to stop him, Ma Tingyu had struggled to walk out.

"Your Chinese is not bad!" Li wanted to raise his eyebrows.

Ma Tingyi slanted Li and thought straightly. He didn't mean to answer, so he looked at him with that falcon-like eyes.

"It's really not easy to deal with you crazy people, because you almost don't talk." Li thought was a little bored. A fine light flashed in his eyes and sneered, "Are you really not going to talk?"

"Half a doll, what do you want to ask?" Ma Tinxu asked stiffly, and his tone was very contemptuous. He was keenly aware that the half-child's eyes suddenly had a little strangeness in the moment. Ma Tingyu felt a trace of blood in his eyes that made him feel palpitated. Although this violent blood was deliberately hidden, the soldiers who had really experienced hundreds of battles could still understand it.

"You are still sensful. If you don't talk anymore, you won't want to talk for the rest of your life." Li wants to sneer.

"Li Shuai, there should be a lot of Han people here." Governor Zhang Fengyi came over and pointed to a group of returning soldiers under the wooden stage. The difference could be seen from the beard.

The generals of the army came one after another, which was basically the same as Zhang Fengyi's expression. They whispered and had an uncontrollable desire to communicate.

"There is no difference between the Hui people and the Han people, and there are many beards among the Han people. Ma Hongkui is right: 'The Hui people are not Hui people, but Hui people'. Do you think that if you break up these people among the Han people, who can tell whether he is Han or not? Li wanted to shake his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm really puzzled. Just fight. After the fight, it's so difficult to ask. What do you think I should do?"

"Li Shuai, we have a lot of ways to deal with them. This one-armed hero should be the leader." Governor Zhang Fengyi patted him gently with his hand wearing snow-white gloves, and several militiamen from the old society came out and watched Ma Tingqi desperately.

Ma Tingyu smiled disdainfully, and this smile involved his beard for a while**. All the returnists nervously held the knife in their hands, and their eyes became sad and firm. They had already felt a strange atmosphere and were mentally prepared for the final battle.

"As long as the people who lay down their weapons come out. The revolutionary will be lenient to war criminals who are willing to reform. Li wanted to take a deep breath, looked up and took a long breath, and waved to the return of more than 2,000 elite Western troops in the northwest of the Qing Dynasty.

There was a huge ** in the crowd of returning soldiers. The militia immediately raised their guns on the wooden platform. The sharp army flashed with a cold light that was colder than the snow on the ground, and several Mark Qin adjusted the muzzle and was ready to shoot at any time.

"I admire your courage! Soldiers should have the backbone of soldiers. I don't have any evil intentions. The revolutionary army has the discipline of the revolutionary army. If we become prisoners, we will not hurt you. The preferential treatment of prisoners is the discipline of the revolutionary army. Li wanted to smile and press his hands on these ** Western army returners: "Hand over the gun and don't kill!"

I don't know whether it was Li Xiang's words that had an effect, or whether there was no completely Muslim Han people. Anyway, some people stood up tremblingly. Several Western military officers who were about to wave their knives to stop them from coming out were shocked by the eyes of the Golden Eagle Guards and hung down their sabers.

Although many people have come out, there are also many people who look back and hesitate. For the battlefield rules of this revolutionary, there are many soldiers who have heard of it, but for these small people in remote feudal closed areas, there is no difference between this regulation and no. It is not uncommon in the wars in the northwest to slash the slaughter of prisoners of war and civilians to vent their anger. In particular, after several rebellions, the enemies who put down their weapons were slashed piece by piece, and the Han people who refused to believe in the church were killed piece by piece. No one in the northwest was not afraid of the Western army!

The militiamen rudely pushed and drove more than a thousand unarmed back drives to an empty place, and the weapons were also collected into a pile. This group of people who surrendered and left back suddenly made the lineup of the Western Army of the Ma family, who still want to resist, and there were about five or six hundred people left at most. However, these bearded stubborn enemies gathered more closely, and the bright blades rippled dazzlingly around their crowd.

"Why don't you put down your weapons?" Li wanted to look at these extremely crazy returns strangely.

"Half-cut doll! It seems that our real Hui people haven't surrendered yet, right? It's all soft-boned dogs who surrender!" Ma Tingyu ignored the long knife in his throat and waved his only remaining fist angrily to Li Xiang.

"Do you really bring the Han people?" Li wanted his eyes to light up.

"Typ: Tell me about your conditions. What kind of conditions can you put down your weapons and surrender?" Zhang Fengyi felt a little tricky when he saw that there were five or six hundred soldiers on the other side. He is a talented student studying abroad. He doesn't want to force these savage and tough Hui people to fight. Not to mention barbarism, it will also bring casualties to his subordinates. If it were the Beiyang Army, in this kind of besieged situation, the soldiers should have thrown away their weapons in their hands and surrendered long ago, and these looking backs are still so stubborn. Zhang Fengyi really can't figure it out.

"You let me go, and I'll let them put down their weapons." Ma Tingyu was overjoyed when he heard the words. He felt that these revolutionaries were really bullshit. It was the first time he had met such a ridiculous enemy. It was simply stupid to ask what conditions to surrender.

"Please give us some time to discuss the conditions you have made." Li Xiang nodded fiercely to the one-armed hero.

"What should I do? Li Shuai?" Zhang Fengyi frowned. Although he came from a returnee faction, he didn't think he would put the one-armed hero Ma Tingyi back, but he didn't want to kill. It's always good to solve it peacefully.

"What you have to do." Li wanted to wink at the group of golden eagle guards behind him.

Song Que immediately led Jin Yingwei to take action.

"Li Shuai!" Zhang Fengyi whispered, "I think these backs are too wild. Why don't you let them put down their weapons and talk about it first?"

"Fights of the militia, please untie your rice bags and give us respectable opponents a little revolutionary fried rice." Li wanted to shout at all the militiamen first, and then turned around and said to Zhang Fengyi, "Zhang Du, let me tell you the truth. In fact, the eyes of these guys are a little hairy and too arrogant."

The militiamen didn't understand what their commander meant. They were stunned for a long time before they untied their rice bags and threw them into the surrounded Western army. As for the returners who were still holding the sabre, they also didn't understand what the other party meant. However, stretching out a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife. They hesitated for a moment, picked up the rice bags one after another, and ate the special fried rice of the revolutionary army.

Is this the discipline of the Revolutionary Army? All the returnists look down on these revolutionaries more and more. Although they beat themselves, they are really like women. In the northwest, no one will show their friendliness to their enemies.

"Guys, it's time to eat and drink enough!" Li wanted to smile, pouted and walked away. With a trace of pause, he slowly took a step back, and five burly golden eagle guards squeezed out from behind him. Everyone carried a heavy Maxim heavy machine gun on his shoulder. The scaffold was put away, and the muzzle was all against the return of the group who did not put down their weapons.

The atmosphere stood still at this moment, and time froze like the oldest clockwork.

"Dad-dad..." The five spitting fire chains, with a huge murderous spirit, shot into the crowd of people who were crowded into the return of the Western army. Many of them were still eating fried rice with their necks up. They bowed their heads in horror, looked at the coolness from their stomachs, horrible blood holes, and splashed blood, and then fell down.

Snow dust flew, blood splashed, and large pieces of Western troops squeezed into piles fell back. The fire chain spit out by Mark Qin was like a horrible death sickle, harvesting the fragile body to his heart's content.

Everyone was very frightened. It was not only the lucky Western army to return, but also the militiamen of the militia brigade. They were completely shocked by Mark Qin's too strong covering attack and the blood caused.

"What are you still doing?" Li wanted to turn around and stare at a group of generals who followed him. Their expressions were blue and white at this moment, and their dizzy bodies trembled one by one, holding the urge to vomit in their throats. All the militiamen obeyed and killed all the enemies in front of them! Kill them all!"

Li Xiang grabbed a Maxim, squinted his eyes, pulled the bolt in an extremely pure posture, pressed the long chain, shook the heavy machine gun with both hands, and quickly put the steel gun stock on his shoulder. In less than three seconds, Li Xiang swept out a long fire tongue majestically with the heavy machine gun in his hand. The Western army immediately turned over and flew flesh and blood, like wheat harvested by a sickle.

After a short pause, all the militiamen on the wooden platform immediately faithfully carried out the commander's order. After this round of attacks, there were few people left, and all of them stood still with a dull expression. With huge eyes open, it was lifted down like wheat harvested by a sickle.

The increasing area of blood dyed the white snow on the ground into red snow, and immediately condensed into red ice at a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, wrapped in five internal organs fragments, emitting a huge and strong fishy smell, and many militiamen' faces also turned white. I just felt nothing about the blood in the fierce battle, but now my mood has calmed down. Seeing this kind of tragic map killing scene, I can't help but feel a little nervous.

"Spitate, vomit~" Zhang Fengyi held his stomach with his hand and leaned on the body of a personal soldier. He vomited wildly, and the yellow bile splashed all over his body.

Ma Tingyu's body trembled fiercely and looked at the vicious enemy general in front of him. They really hoped that they had just died with those brave soldiers, instead of watching the tragedy happen in front of their eyes.

"Can't bear it? Heartache? Think about the beastly deeds you have committed!" Li wanted to put down Mark Qin, turned his head and looked at Ma Tingqi with a faint smile.

Back, in the Tang Dynasty, their power had not yet passed Tianshan, and now they have penetrated into the Central Plains. Historically, every time there was a rebellion, countless Han people were killed, and the power of the extremely dangerous religion of the Hui religion expanded once. Extreme religious elements such as Muslims have always been the most dangerous group in the world, and China does not need such a dangerous religion.

"I surrender! I surrender!" In this group of stubborn returns, someone finally shouted loudly. Seeing these invincible returnies of the Western army, they were as vulnerable as mud statues under the strafing of Maxim, and some of these religious extremists finally collapsed.

"I'm finally sensual." Li wanted to smile.