Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 23 Capturing Li Yan alive
  In the thick fog, there was still a steady stream of Ming troops fighting out, as if they were endless. In terms of momentum, they suppressed the peasant army.

Li Yan, who observed calmly, found that this Ming army was different from all the Ming armies he had seen.

There are no old or weak among them, they are all young and strong. There is no weak among them, they are all strong and full of energy.

They were not afraid of fighting or dying, and they all shouted to kill the thieves and risked their lives.

Whose army is this?

But now is not the time to pursue this. He must suppress the momentum of the Ming army's attack, let his soldiers recover, and then fight to the death with the enemy.

He firmly believed that his army, as long as they woke up from this sudden attack, would be able to turn defeat into victory.

Thousands of soldiers quickly gathered together. This was an elite army composed entirely of children from Henan and specially trained by the Red Lady to protect her husband.

This team of soldiers faced the chaotic battlefield, and the officials who kept rushing out of the thick fog like mountains and tsunamis remained unmoved and unflustered.

The captain of the soldiers strode forward, killed a Ming soldier who was about to rush forward with a single stroke of his sword, and loudly reported: "General Qi, the soldiers have been organized."

Li Yan nodded and pointed his sword at the Ming army in front: "Line up horizontally and block the Ming army on the opposite side."

Following his order, all the soldiers lined up and rushed towards the large group of Ming troops. The two sides started fighting fiercely in the blink of an eye.

His soldiers were strong, but the Ming army on the opposite side was not afraid of death. After a row of muskets passed by, they rushed forward with muskets in hand.

The soldiers killed them, and a group of them surged up behind them again, setting off another row of muskets, and then rushed forward waving their muskets, without retreating.

The two sides were not far away, fighting each other and killing each other, but neither side would retreat.

Facing such a fierce Ming army that was not afraid of death, Li Yan was a little confused. If the Ming Dynasty still had such an army, could the Ming Dynasty still be destroyed?

But on the battlefield, there was no time for reflection.

With a thousand soldiers blocking a line of defense, Li Yan shouted loudly: "Soldiers, don't mess up, gather here."

As he shouted, rebels began to gather towards Li Yan, and the number of people increased.

Although they were all disheveled and lacking weapons, they stood firm and gathered together with their brothers. By relying on each other, the morale of the troops was finally stabilized.

Li Yan did not immediately put the newly gathered team into the battlefield. He asked them to slow down, gather more soldiers, form fists, and fight back.

More and more soldiers are gathering, and there are fewer and fewer soldiers in front. There are only five or six hundred left, and they are still struggling to maintain the defense line, desperately trying to gather soldiers for Li Yan.

At this moment, more than four hundred jumping enemies suddenly appeared in the thick fog that gradually dissipated.

They are different from other Ming troops. They wear various costumes, but they all have one thing in common, resolute eyes.

They did not have muskets, but various weapons. They broke into the Janissaries and they started the massacre.

Yes, massacre. Because every move they make is absolutely not flashy. Each of their strikes is a sure kill.

Li Yan's pupils shrank, these are all true warriors who have survived hundreds of battles. Every blow they make is an experience exchanged for their own lives.

That is not obtained through training, it is accumulated with the enemy's life and one's own life.

As soon as the two sides engaged in battle, with the other side losing more than a hundred, they killed all of their five or six hundred soldiers in the blink of an eye.

These are not humans, these are a group of murderous gods.

Unable to wait any longer, Li Yan shouted at the four to five thousand soldiers who had just gathered: "Come on -"

These four to five thousand soldiers rushed towards the enemy regardless of their own safety.

However, the more than three hundred killing gods were like torches in the thick fog, breaking through his own army and killing him directly.

Four to five thousand soldiers could not stop them.

Li Yan was shocked and turned around to mount his horse, preparing to avoid the sharp edge.

However, just as he mounted his horse, the enemy broke through the team and rushed in front of him. A powerful man ignored Li Yan's horse and slammed into Li Yan's horse with his shoulder. Li Yan's war horse was extremely handsome, but under the impact of this mighty man, it couldn't stand. It neighed sadly, staggered sideways, and collapsed.

Li Yan, a weak scholar, didn't react at all. His thigh was directly pressed down by the horse.

The mighty man put a mountain-climbing sword directly on Li Yan's neck and shouted at Li Yan's soldiers who were still fighting: "Li Yan is captured. Put down your weapons and surrender without killing him."

The main force was destroyed, the general was captured, and the peasant army, which still had some fighting power, gave up resistance amid cries of surrender and no killing everywhere on the battlefield.

The sun rose, and a cool spring breeze blew over, blowing away the thick fog that enveloped the battlefield. A bright yellow flag, worthy of the royal family, fluttered over the battlefield - Ming Ding Wang Zhu, with several bright red characters flying wantonly in the morning wind.

I don't know who it was, but shouted: "We are victorious. We have wiped out all the bandits and made the king powerful."

For a moment, the entire battlefield erupted into cheers: "We are victorious, King Ding is mighty." The shouts reached to the sky.

Li Yan was pulled out from under his horse in a panic. Standing in front of him was Lu Mou. He looked at Li Yan curiously and then asked with a smile: "Li Yan?"

Li Yan didn't answer.

"Li Xin?"

Li Yan smiled bitterly. Li Yan's real name is Li Xin, and he was a member of the Ming Dynasty.

"The wisest person in Li Chuangzhong, the only one in Li Chuangzhong who can truly govern the country for Li Chuang. The person who was unjustly killed by Li Chuang later, say it yourself, it is a pity for you."

Li Yan was speechless.

Although he said it later, originally, who could know what would happen in the future?

But to Li Yan's ears, it sounded like Huang Zhong Dalu. Because he knew that the child in front of him was telling the truth about his future and inevitable destiny.

Li Yan began to formally look at the child in front of him: "Magical stick?"

Lu Mou smiled and shook his head.

"Prince Ding?"

Lu Mou nodded affirmatively.

"How do you know my future?"

"Because of reasoning, all kinds of things that have happened to you, the people around you, and all the things that have happened, you are destined to be the end."

"Then tell me, can Li Chuang be a king?"

"No."

"why?"

"Because he said bandits, because of me."

The tone was so firm that there was no room for doubt.

Li Yan closed his eyes and waited for death.

For a long time, I didn't hear the voice of King Ding giving an order.

Opening his eyes: "Why don't you kill me."

"Because, in your eyes, I can see your disappointment in Li Chuang and your abandonment of Li Chuang."

"You want to surrender me?"

"I will not surrender you now. I will take you with me. How did I defeat Li Zicheng? How did I stabilize the world? How did I treat the hundreds of millions of people in the Ming Dynasty? Then, you will willingly do it for me. What I use.”

Li Yan looked at Lu Mou for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)