It's always been a tough and persistent one! Nikan never gives up! It was only after several days of continuous pursuit, his horsepower was exhausted, and the enemy army was surrounded by several mountains and ravines.

Li Dingguo has been pestering him to death, and sometimes when the two meet, they have to fight, but the waves of people are like a tide, which will always wash him away, and the tide gathers and disperses, but time cannot be turned back.

The space is getting smaller and smaller, causing the Qing soldiers to be next to each other, people are crowded with horses, and they have begun to trample on each other, and many Qing soldiers can only dismount and fight on foot.

The soldiers' armor had all turned red, and in front of them, there were still 100,000 Ming troops rushing in like flying sand and hitting like a wave.

But no matter what the enemy looks like, they themselves must always be like a soldier! Because they are all Baturu of the Qing Dynasty! It is the backbone of Manchuria! Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you, you must have the belief to fight to the end! I have my invincible determination!

They are telling the Ming army: "The reason why we have been able to defeat you all this time is because we have more courage than you!" Because we're stronger! No matter how many adversities we face, we are still persistent! Onward, onward! Towards the rising of the sun---- ”

After turning around and rushing back to his camp again, Nikan did not rest at all, and the golden halberd had long been left on the shoulder blades of a Ming army general and could not be pulled back, Nikan raised a war knife again and turned around and killed the Ming army, but the Ming army killed more and more, even if it was as strong as Nikan, it was forced by the powerful pressure of the Ming army to retreat back to the dangerous shoal and retreat to the quagmire.

Nikan had already realized that this was the last moment of the battle, and that he could have broken through at the beginning of the battle, but in the end he chose to fight his fate with his comrades.

This fate made him resist the never-ending attack of the Ming army without any respite, and the knives in his hands had been changed several times, but he seemed to be a little smaller in the ocean, roaring loudly against the huge waves.

There are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around him, but in the eyes of every comrade-in-arms, whether they are killed in battle or these who are fighting against death, their eyes are so resolute and calm.

Nikan could even feel that those comrades-in-arms were smiling at him before they died, saying to him, "Lord Wang, subordinates...... Let's go first. ”

Nikan was also exhausted, his throat ached, and he breathed like a bellows, but the knife in his hand was still waving, shouting and waving hoarsely.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and he stumbled into a quagmire, and the Ming army surrounded him endlessly, and Nikan could not break free, and no longer wanted to break free.

"Nikan, surrender quickly! My general spares you from dying! ”

"Hey, little Liuzi, what do you say? We can't let this live! When did the general agree to let him go? ”

"Hey, I said casually, why don't you be the first one?"

Hearing a few flag officials arguing, Nikan frowned, "This king is a Qing dynasty clan, respect the king of the county, whether you are dead or alive, how can you let a few little people count?" ”

"What's more, for hundreds of years, my Jurchen people have always prided themselves on being of Chinese Miao descent, and they can be said to have the same root and species as the Han family, how can they be said to be Sao Tartars? We love to take a bath. ”

The two flag officers looked at each other, and one said to the other, "Don't talk nonsense with us, Lao Tzu will shoot you first, and then I will stab you through the heart!" ”

Nikan just smiled weakly, barely let his hands stop trembling, gently brushed aside the knife that could no longer be used, and gasped a few times before taking out the bow and arrow from his back with his backhand, and continued to shoot and continue.

"Oh no, he's going to release the arrow!"

The two flag officers were busy dodging, but not all of them could dodge Nikan's arrows, and several Ming soldiers died under his arrows.

The crows in the sky were circling, and the smoke and dust on the ground were slowly fading.

The two flag officers commanded their men to rush forward again in retaliation, and Nikan held a bow in one hand and drew a blunt knife stuck in the mud in the other, and continued to wave it to meet the battle.

It was the enemy who fell before him; Lying beside him were his comrades; And behind him, it seems that there is still a scorching sun to rely on.

Shot all the arrows in the quiver, he had even broken the bowstring in his hand, and the blunt knife finally broke into two, but the Ming army still went forward one after another, did not hide or hide, and rushed towards him with black pressure.

Nikan picked up a knife from the ground again, stuck his feet in the mud and fought the Ming army, like a prehistoric beast bound to his feet, being rounded up by hunters as many as ants.

Time is getting slower and slower, and even the water of the Zijiang River seems to have stopped flowing, and the sun has gone away at some point, ruthlessly turning away from him and fading away with the colorful glow.

He no longer has the strength, he has already exhausted the last trace of strength, just barely supporting, but his heart is still fighting, his eyes have never yielded, and the innate aggressive momentum of the Aixin Jueluo family is still there.

Exhausted, only conscious Nikan remained, and his mind was still fighting.

In a trance, with a flash of sword light falling into the sky, he seemed to see in a haze that his head began to be snatched away by several Ming soldiers.

But he was already too tired...... This odious scramble can no longer be stopped.

Li Dingguo? He saw that it was Li Dingguo who walked in front of him again! stopped the disrespect of the Ming soldiers for this still standing body.

The soldiers of the Ming army also seemed to think of something at this moment, the dead were gone, the dead were great, and people finally quieted down, looking at this unyielding soldier who was still standing even if he died.

Li Dingguo was silent, he took off his helmet, raised his fist and hit his chest, and saluted to this headless body and former enemy! At this time, it is life and death, and the two heroes are separated by the sky, thinking about their opponents; Although the two worlds have gone their separate ways, they are both paying homage together.

The glow of the sunset is bleak, the cold night of the spring is loud, and the sycamore is more drizzle, and it is dusk.

In the drizzle of independence, it is not only the battlefield of Zijiang, but also Liuzhou, which is also in the midst of a bitter battle. Tianlang didn't know the result of the battle there, he looked at the air, he finally won a big victory now, I don't know if Liuzhou's family, his Qianqian, is still safe now?

The Ming troops on both sides of the Zijiang River were cleaning up the battlefield, but they were all silent, especially next to the majestic body, no Ming army came to disturb them.

Tianlang was beside two medical officers who were treating his wounds, one was helping him remove the arrow from his leg, and the other was bandaging the wound on his left arm.

They found that their emperor was healing his wounds while singing loudly! Although it is not as legendary as the bone scraping and healing of the martial saint, it is also a legend of the Tao with his hands, but it is also a Luo Tuo agitation, handsome and rich god.