In 1645, Yangzhou was in emergency, and a hundred thousand Qing troops pressed into the city.
Shi Dewei opened his eyes and saw that he only had a Red Police barracks in his hand. The resources were at their lowest and the time limit was three days.
He clicked to build - Bobosha roared, bullet casings rained down, and the blonde female agent smashed the enemy general's head from 800 meters away.
Kill the rebel generals, sink the cannons, attack the 30,000-strong army at night and retreat.
Shi Kefa asked: Zhuge or Dong Zhuo?
Shi Dewei sheathed his sword: Sir, when the city is here, I stand and listen to orders; when the city is broken, I lie down with two hundred thousand people.
Bi Tao blocked an arrow and died in battle, Yao Hua was in charge of one hundred thousand logistics, Chun Cai held a sword to guard the ruined temple: the man guarded the territory, the daughter guarded the bloodline.
The base of Yeshan was raised, the king of Tang raised his flag, and Jinling changed hands.
System cold reminder: Unlock armor, but fuel hell, one tank supports a regiment.
He smiled: It feels good to be limited.
From the infantry regiment to the armored torrent, from Yangzhou to Shanhaiguan, from the Han family to the Eastern Dragon.
He can hold on to this world, and he can even fight it out.
