From noon to evening, after half a day of offensive and defensive battles and half an hour of melee, the Ming soldiers in the Xijiangkou area suffered heavy casualties, and there was not much left. On the battlefield that stretched for miles, they either resisted desperately, or knelt down and surrendered, and even if they resisted, there were only sporadic battles. Those who were unwilling to surrender were indeed Ming soldiers, and that group, were divided and surrounded by the eastern captives, and insisted on the final battle. This kind of fighting, neither for victory nor for breaking out, was governed by a very simple desire to kill one or more of the captives before he fell......

"Has Daddy withdrawn?"

Riding on a horse, Mu Guoqing, who was tired and couldn't even lift his head, asked loudly, he had more than 500 cavalry, but at some point there were only a dozen or so left, and he was also separated from the supervisor, I don't know if he broke through and left.

Jia Ding Mu Zhong has been following him, and when he heard Gongzi's words, he said again and again.

"Third young master, the master withdraws, the little one watched with his own eyes, it was the eldest young master who protected the master and withdrew it,"

"It's good to go down, it's good to go down......"

Mu Guoqing, who had been injured in more than a dozen places, was planted from the horse and lost consciousness, and the family members jumped off the horse one after another to help the third young master.

"Jinsheng, you two, escort the third young master away, and we will stay behind ......"

Just when Mu Zhong ordered the others to take the third young master away, Mu Guoqing suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes that were stuck with blood, he had suffered many arrow wounds, knife wounds, and gun wounds, and there were only a dozen cavalry left around him, and they were all wounded.

"Help me up!"

Mu Guoqing, who was helped to stand up by his family, looked at his family members and said with a smile.

"To walk together, to die...... How can the Mu family be afraid of death! Help me get on the horse! ”

Jumping off the horse, the seriously injured Mu Guoqing led more than a dozen people all the way to the west to kill, just when retreating, a team of cavalry from the east killed over, even far away, they first shot with random arrows, Mu Guoqing was hit by another arrow in the chest, the arrow was blocked by the armor, but the arrow tied to the armor looked a little shocking.

Pulling out his knife, cutting off the arrow in his chest with one sword, staring at the more than 100 Qing cavalry in front of him, Mu Guoqing laughed loudly, and the dozen or so horsemen around him also laughed.

Looking at this group of Ming troops, Fu Ming'a and the others did not move, but looked at these dozen people.

"But someone dares to kill the captives with me!"

Secretary Mu roared.

"I'll wait to follow the third young master to the death!"

After that, more than a dozen horsemen were killed by Mu Guoqing towards the Qing army. But it was only a few breaths, they collided with Dongyu, and after the spear broke, Mu Guoqing immediately drew his waist knife and slashed, because there was too much blood, and soon he felt that he was about to be unable to support it, and he was about to die. He shouted loudly as he slashed and slashed.

"The husband serves the country, at this time! Kill! Kill! …… Brothers, kill ...... captives"

With a roar, he was stabbed in the back again, and although the knife did not cut through the armor, the sudden blow still made his body shake violently, and he almost fell off his horse. But he quickly grasped the saddle with his hand, turned back and slashed at the horse of the eastern captive, and while the horse was in pain, he led some of his brothers out of the scuffle and withdrew to the riverside.

At this time, there were only five or six people left with him, and most of them died. Mu Zhong, who watched him grow up since he was a child, has always been by his side. His body was also covered in blood, and even the white beard was dripping blood from his beard. Some of the blood was his, and some of the killers burst out of their bodies, Mu Zhong's injuries were very serious, and he was exhausted, and he said weakly.

"Third Young Master, you can jump into the river and go, the little one is here to block the enemy!"

Mu Guoqing didn't seem to hear his words, and just looked at the chasing Dongyu.

"The husband serves the country, right now!"

"Third Young Master, do you want to die?"

Mu Zhong didn't know where the essence came from, and yelled.

"Dead ......"

Mu Guoqing was stunned for a moment, and then muttered in a low voice.

"I don't want to die, I don't have a son yet!"

Then he grinned again.

"If the husband dies, he dies! Uncle Zhong, you don't have a son, let's die here today! ”

Again, Mu Guoqing raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted.

"Killing ......"

Again, the six cavalry launched a counterattack against the Qing army, and the battle continued for a while. As the mount was wounded, Mu Guoqing fell from his horse, but he still grabbed a spear from the ground that someone left behind, struggled to stand up, and then he strummed at the gun, staring at the team of captives who were killing him.

When the Dongyu was killed, he said silently in his heart.

"The husband should repay the country with death!"

His voice was weak, low, not even coherent, pouring, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, he only felt a blow to the chest, he was stabbed in the chest by the spear, he screamed, and then fell down heavily, he knew that he couldn't do it, lying on the ground, with a broken spear in his chest, blood was flowing out of the barrel. He still wanted to struggle, but his strength was slowly draining, his eyes looked at the sky weakly, and his lips murmured softly.

"Father, son, unfilial piety...... Filial piety......"

Finally, it was all over, the river wind howled, and only a few ownerless horses stood on the battlefield in the moonlight, neighing desolate and mournful.

It's over!

Shi Kefa, who had a scattered crown, looked at this killing field in amazement, and it was over......

Several of his companions had also fallen from their horses, only a few feet from where he was lying. There was no one around him who could still stand up,

Shi Kefa, who was seriously injured, held his sword, kneeling on the ground facing north, he was hit by several arrows, blood was gushing from the arrow wound, and he was no longer able to stand up, and once again thought of the song "Song of Righteousness" in the hall,

"Yu prisoner in the north courtyard, sit in a dirt room......"

When he silently recited the "Song of Righteousness", he felt that Donglu was walking towards this side, and he said in his heart while kneeling in the direction of the capital.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a negative Majesty, a negative Ming, died on the battlefield, there is a residual hatred, the minister went to ......"

With that, he crossed his neck with his sword, and the moment he slashed hard, blood mist splashed......

In the setting sun, he did not fall down after losing him, the sword supported his body, and until death, he still maintained a kneeling posture facing north.

When Abaqin and his party came here, they looked at the corpse on the ground, was silent for a long time, and then muttered to themselves.

"Although Inspector Shi is a civil official, he can sacrifice his life to take righteousness, if the people in Nanjing are like Inspector Shi, I am afraid that Nanjing will be difficult to ......"

As he muttered to himself, he commanded.

"Cut off his head! Passed on to the people of Nanjing......"