The bamboo whistles pierced the entire Istanbul again.

I thought Istanbul had already taken control and everyone could rest for a while. The new army members could not expect that at this time, and suddenly gathered in an emergency. However, for them who had always obeyed orders, they didn't care about anything and immediately began to gather from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chunqiu was already riding a horse and took his men out of the city.

As for Istanbul, he no longer cared about it. Under the guidance of Liu Jin, the mighty army and horses rushed out of the city.

Two hours later, a camp was in front of you.

But... the fireworks are everywhere here, and the battle has begun.

The Frenchmen actually took advantage of the time when the navy had not arrived one after another to directly attack Zhu Houzhao's central army.

Zhu Houzhao had more than a thousand guards, fighting to the death, and fighting with the French here. At this time, the ammunition was almost exhausted, and the navy had a very difficult resistance.

Facing the teams of French heavy cavalry who suddenly turned against each other, Zhu Houzhao was determined to command, but even so, looking at the increasingly dense French people outside, Zhu Houzhao's heart couldn't help but feel heavy.

This time, it was really unfair. I thought of everything, but I didn't expect that the Francis was so cunning. The Frenchmen were like the tide.

Several loyal and brave guards were beside Zhu Houzhao and said with a silence: "Your Majesty, the East Camp has been lost, Your Majesty, retreat quickly."

"Get back?" Zhu Houzhao became angry at this moment: "Where can I retreat? In my life, I have only war. I have never heard of retreating. Damn it, fuck me, kill me!"

He held the flat Japanese sword in his hand, with a stern expression.

Today, I’m going to die. I didn’t expect that I would die here after all, so I’ll just die a hero!

Zhu Houzhao made up his mind and cheered up again, leading people to directly break into a team of French infantry coming from the East Camp. He waved his sword and brought about a rain of blood. The guards beside him fought to the death, but one by one fell down.

Zhu Houzhao's face was full of sweat, and she licked her mouth, with a ferocious face. To be honest, he had been in high spirits for so long after fighting outside, but at this time, he probably felt that death was coming. He was really missed a little homesick, thinking of the Forbidden City, his mother, his son, and that guy named Ye Chunqiu.

But at this moment, his face was smiling, encouraging the people around him, "The navy of the back team will come immediately. Follow me here to persevere. I have nothing to reward you anymore, but I have taken you out of the sea. The only thing I can do now is to live and die with you."

A sailor rushed forward with the bayonet on his rifle like crazy. The bayonet was directly pierced into a Frenchman's body. Then, the French spearmen stabbed several holes in him. He staggered back and shouted: "Haha, Your Majesty has given you nothing, but Your Majesty has let the Husty see the whole world. This life is enough."

I saw that the man, his face was covered in blood, but he was lying on this foreign land with a smile on his face.

Many people's eyes were shining with tears. When people were about to die, thousands of emotions surged in their hearts. They could blame the bird emperor, but at this moment, they couldn't hate it.

These people from military families have always been lowly and live like dogs, surviving and being despised by others, but only this time they went to sea to truly stand up and behave. They came to this place outside the territory with His Majesty the Emperor on the same boat, with the most noble emperor of the Ming Dynasty. His Majesty respected them. They could feel that a lowly person could get this and that sentence was enough in this life, which is actually not an exaggeration.

"Kill!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes turned red, and there seemed to be a wave of mist in his eyes, but at this time, all he could do was to continue rushing forward with grief and anger.

The Frenchman opposite came towards him with spears surging towards him. The French lion flag was fluttering in the wind at this time, as if the next moment was about to pass by.

But Zhu Houzhao still rushed forward, and the guards and sailors around him rushed forward and rushed up to protect his surroundings.

The two sides collided again, swords and armor collided, and blood rained all over the sky.

One person after another continued to fall beside Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao waved the sword in despair. The sword had been following him for many years, but in the midst of life and death, he still remembered that this was a pair of two swords, and the brothers of this sword were still in the hands of another person.

This pair of swords, set here today, is thousands of miles apart from another Breaking Sword. I am afraid that it will never be able to match it for generations.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help feeling endless sadness in his heart. He had tears in his eyes and was like crazy, and he slashed at a Frenchman opposite him.

Obviously, the situation is already hopeless. Even if we resist stubbornly, the voices of the French were heard from the Xiying and Houying.

It's over...

In this camp, the dragon flag was beheaded, and some rose a ball of flame. The slowly black smoke rolled into the blue sky, as if the blood of the earth spreads across the sky, but...

Just at this moment, sex...

The gunshots rang.

More and more intense gunfire began to appear.

The sudden gunfire made the French offensive, which was sure to win, slowed down because they clearly remembered these gunfires, and these Tatars were the best firearms.

What's going on?

This is a question that has arisen in everyone in the camp at this moment.

The gunfire began to get more and more intense, and the retreating Frenchmen suddenly began to show chaos, and the chaos was transmitted from the back team to the front team.

Zhu Houzhao's face was full of shock.

He remembered that there was no ammunition enough, so where did these gunshots come from?

In this chaos, he suddenly saw a man riding a tall horse outside the camp holding a sword in his hand and a team of people slashing the French soldiers all the way, rushing straight towards his own direction. In all directions outside the camp, gunfire was still loud.

But the sun was a little dazzling. Zhu Houzhao only saw the shadow under the light, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was riding on the horse.

But when the dark long sword was hung high, Zhu Houzhao suddenly shone with luster in her eyes.

It's the Blade Sword.

There is no third long sword like this dark body in this world.

The master of the sword is still strong and heroic, urging the horses wildly, and slashing and killing randomly. The retreating Frenchmen dared not fight back, but now they have become lambs to be slaughtered.

Zhu Houzhao looked at the distance panting and pulled her throat open: "Ye Chunqiu!"

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Chapter completed!