He Shixian, You Shigong, thousands and thousands of bright red Ming soldiers, who were brave but weak, fell under the swords of the ferocious and ugly moneyed rat braids, but their clothes were incomparably bright.

On top of Zhenjiang City, Mao Wenlong was in high spirits.

Deep in the wide Yalu River, Zhenjiang City in the distance is already a sea of ​​fire.

Chen Zhong's tears were like springs, and he held Li Yuanqing's big hand tightly: "Yuanqing, brothers, brothers are all gone."

In Guanglu Island, Li Yuanqing and Chen Zhong quickly established a foothold by deceiving the Li family and his son, and then went to Denglai to "steal and steal" and make a fortune.

The Changsheng Island in the depth of winter is ethereal and deserted, but a small group of people is slowly logging in deep in the night.

Ningyuan City, Juehua Island, Little Emperor Tianqi, Zhang Baozhu, Sun Chengzong, Mao Wenlong, He Shixian, You Shigong, Shu Murong, Cong Gulun...

Picture after picture, face after face, pretty face...

Inexplicably, a few drops of liquid flowed out of the corners of Li Yuanqing's eyes...

One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones!

Who can know how much blood he, Li Yuanqing, has on his hands and how many bones he has trampled under his feet as he walked to this day?

Miss Yan Xi was also shocked at this time.

She really didn't expect that a man like Li Yuanqing could... also shed tears.

But for a moment, the corners of her pretty mouth, which had been hidden under the light tulle, couldn't help but curve slightly, becoming more emotional and more passionate as she devoted herself to playing and singing.

"The spring water flowing in the river is almost gone, and the moon sets over the river pool and turns to the west again..."
Chapter completed!