On the right flank, it was the four banners of white, blue, white, and yellow led by Azig and 20,000 Mongolian soldiers; On the left wing, it is the Huang Taiji personally led the yellow, red, blue, red four flags of 20,000 horsemen.

The Houjin cavalry began to line up in formation under the light of torches, and the final decisive battle was about to begin!

Zhao led the teaching to the sky and howled, Rong Ma for a lifetime, tonight under this Zunhua City, the time to serve the country has finally come.

"Kids, kill!"

The old general roared, raised his long-handled eyebrow knife, and rode his horse to rush towards the enemy.

More than 1,000 officers and soldiers of the Chinese army began to charge, and the cavalrymen held spears, sabers, bows and arrows, and took advantage of the formation of the Houjin army to roar and rush towards the Houjin army column in the face of the fire.

Xie Qingyuan guarded in front of Zhao Shujiao, holding the sitting war horse with his legs hard, urging the war horse to speed up. With a slightly stronger right hand, he drew an arrow, put on the bowstring, and bent the bow to shoot at the enemy. A Houjin general holding a torch was hit by an arrow, and his body rolled off his horse's back like a sandbag, and the torch fell to the ground, and the flames rolled and reflected on the neck of the frightened warhorse.

The cavalry who rushed to the forefront raised their three-eyed firearms at a distance of thirty paces, fired in unison, and the gunpowder sprayed a barrage and shot at the Houjin army formation, and more than a dozen Houjin cavalrymen turned on their backs, and there was a chaos. In a few breaths, the Ming cavalry had rushed to the front of the formation, and the long-handled eyebrow sharp knife stabbed towards the chest of the Houjin soldier, and the tip of the knife pierced through the breastplate, making a sound of broken bones and flesh stirring. Those Ming cavalry, who didn't have time to change their weapons, directly waved their heavy three-eyed guns and smashed them hard at the heads of the Houjin soldiers.

A long group of lancers rushed to the front of the Houjin cavalry under the cover of the saber soldiers, the lancers on horseback held five-meter spears in both hands, and their bodies bowed forward with all their might, the tense muscles of their arms and waist seemed to burst through the iron armor draped on their bodies, and the low roar that came from the depths of their chests and throats shook so that even the torches held by the Houjin soldiers trembled slightly.

When they rushed to within twenty paces of the Houjin soldiers, a rain of arrows from the other side came towards them with a sharp roar. Arrows fired from this distance could pierce the iron armor of the pikemen, and a dozen pikemen were shot to the point, and the arrows pierced the armor into the body, tearing through the muscles and internal organs, and the warriors fell to the ground along with their spears. More pikes continued to gallop forward, not giving their opponents a chance to fire a second arrow. Within two seconds, the sprinting spear was in front of the enemy, and with the dull sound of armor piercing, a rain of blood erupted from the Houjin cavalry array.

The Houjin cavalry on both sides swarmed over, brandishing sabers to chop the spear cavalry who had not yet pulled out the target body, and the Ming army sabre cavalry responsible for covering the pikemen was facing the top, and the two sides blocked, slashed, and the roar and metal collision shook the earth.

On the vast land five miles east of Zunhua City, the two armies are intertwined, and the iron horse is Jinge, fighting to the death.

Zhao Shujiao and the standard battalion cavalry rushed into the array of the Houjin army together, a Houjin soldier brandished a saber and slashed at Zhao Shujiao's head, the old general quickly lowered his head and turned sideways to avoid it, and the eyebrow knife stabbed into the flank of the Houjin cavalry. The war horse continued to rush forward, and the long-handled eyebrow knife was easily dragged out of the Houjin soldier's body, bringing out a bloody arrow.

The spear in front of him stabbed head-on, the old general turned sideways to avoid the edge, the war horse rushed forward along the barrel of the gun, and when the two horses met, the knife flashed at the tip of the eyebrows, and the golden soldier was picked off the horse.

A Houjin cavalryman rushed over from the side, holding a spear and stabbing at Zhao Shujiao, Xie Qingyuan stretched his bow sideways, and Yu Ling shot at the neck of the Houjin soldier with a whistling, and the spear of the Houjin soldier fell to the ground, and his body fell on his back.

There were more and more Houjin cavalry gathered around Zhao Shujiao, and the soldiers of the standard camp were blocking and assassinating, Xie Qingyuan was prancing his horse and moving closer to Zhao Shujiao, while bending his bow and shooting sharply, and the sound of the strings was shocked, and the Houjin soldiers rolled off the horse one by one.

The two horsemen stopped in front of Xie Qingyuan with their spears, Xie Qingyuan bent his bow and released arrows, shooting down one of the Houjin soldiers, and the other Houjin soldiers had already rushed up, and the head of the spear flashed with cold light and stabbed in the face. In a desperate situation, Xie Qingyuan pulled the reins suddenly, and the war horse under the seat neighed and raised its hooves, and with a dull impact, the spear of the Houjin soldier pierced into the horse's neck.

The two war horses collided together, and the huge impact force threw Xie Qingyuan's body into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Xie Qingyuan rolled and got up, pulled out his waist knife, and slashed fiercely at the Houjin soldier who also fell off his horse.

"General! ......" Xie Qingyuan roared, he saw a feather arrow hit Zhao Shujiao's body, the old general struggled to control the balance of his body, wielding a long-handled eyebrow knife with both hands, and several Houjin cavalrymen attacked Zhao Shujiao with guns and knives.

Throwing down the waist knife, Xie Qingyuan used his last arm strength to rush towards several Houjin cavalrymen of Zhao Shujiao's cavalry and shot Yu Ling, one Houjin cavalry was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse, but more Houjin cavalry surrounded Zhao Shujiao, and spears and sabers slashed at the old general together.

"General! ......" Xie Qingyuan desperately rushed towards the Houjin soldiers who surrounded Zhao Shujiao. A Houjin cavalryman rushed diagonally and intercepted Xie Qingyuan's way, and the Houjin cavalry leaned out on horseback and slashed at Xie Qingyuan with a saber. Xie Qingyuan used the bow in his hand to block, and at the same time he dodged sideways, and the blunt-bladed saber cut his longbow with its huge impact force, slashing heavily at Xie Qingyuan's shoulder. Xie Qingyuan's eyes darkened, his body seemed to have lost weight, and the whole world fell into a whirlwind.

"Kids, kill the captives!" Before he lost consciousness, he heard Zhao Shujiao's last roar.

I don't know how much time passed, Xie Qingyuan woke up. He struggled to remove a corpse that was pressed against him, feeling his arms like two pieces of wood hanging from him, barely conscious. Xie Qingyuan landed on the ground with his head, bowed his body, and slowly got up with the strength of his knees.

The sky has already revealed the white of the fish's belly, and when I look up, there is an overwhelming Shura field. The corpses of men, the corpses of horses, lay on top of each other in a mess, and there was no end in sight. Xie Qingyuan staggered towards Zhao Shujiao's last position, his feet trembling in the gap between the corpses, barely able to support the weight of his body. With all his strength, he moved forward step by step. There was a soft slip under his feet, stepping on the intestines that flowed from the corpse, and he fell to the ground unable to control his balance, gritting his teeth and crawling forward with the strength of his head and shoulders.

In a circle of corpses of the soldiers of the standard battalion, the body of Zhao Shujiao lay on his back on the ground, his eyes wide with anger. The body had an arrow shaft deeply embedded in its chest, the armor of General Wenshan on his body was tattered, leaving marks of slashing by a sword, the wound after the spear was pulled out was terrifyingly open, and the blood flowing out of the body had frozen into a black clot.

Xie Qingyuan knelt down in front of the old general's body, whimpered and kowtowed, hot tears welled up, and then froze coldly on his face in the cold wind. He crawled in front of the flag of the Chinese army who was lying next to the old general, and his hands had no strength, so he bit it with his teeth, tore off the flag, and covered the old general's body.

In the distance, Zunhua City can already faintly see the wheel corridor, and the fire in the city is soaring. After annihilating the 4,000 cavalry troops led by Zhao, Huang Taiji immediately turned his army around and attacked Zunhua City. Under the response of the traitors, Zunhua City soon fell, and at this moment, the Houjin soldiers were massacring and looting in the city.

After the destruction of Zunhua City, Governor Wang Yuanya and his wife bowed in the direction of Beijing at the official office, and both hanged themselves. Li Xianming, the magistrate, was a jinshi in the same year as Wang Yuanya, and was ordered to go to Zunhua City to inspect the official treasury, and someone said to him, you just came to Zunhua City to do business, and did not have the duty to guard the city, and persuaded him to escape. Li Xianming did not want to take refuge in danger, so he asked to guard the east gate, and the city was broken and died. Peng Wenbing, a soldier in the Governor Biao Battalion, died by suicide, and his younger brothers Peng Wenyang and Peng Wenwei, his sons Peng Yuyang and Peng Yuying, as well as his mother Yan and wife Wei were martyred, and more than 40 people died in the family. The official He Tianqiu, the garrison Xu Lianfang, and the Zunhua Zhixian Xu Ze, the former Zhixian Wu Qiqian, and the instructor Qu Yuling were all martyred and died.

The sun rarely peeked out from behind the clouds, the morning sun shone on the vast northern land, smearing the fields full of wheat clusters and grass with a layer of golden warmth, the thin ice dotted on the ground shone white in the sun, a vole was pulling in the ground, as if trying to pick out the roots of plants under the frozen soil, and suddenly, as if frightened, ran away in a panic, and disappeared into the distant field ditch with a smoke.

On the potholed official road, a team of mules and horses and trailers is slowly moving. The trailer was carrying all kinds of equipment and fine soft materials, and the front and rear of the team and the sides were guarded by Houjin infantry horses, which could be seen that this was a logistics transportation team of the Houjin army.

Xie Qingyuan was lying in the field by the official road, his battle robe was wrapped in thick mud, the sun shone on his dry and dirty face, and a trace of warmth woke him up. He couldn't remember how many times he had woken up in a coma like this, crawled out of the Shura field with thousands of corpses, walked and crawled all the way west, and it had been more than ten days now, and the dry food he carried during the march had already been eaten, and he barely survived by digging some grass roots and wild vegetables and drinking a few mouthfuls of dirty water in the depression along the way. Cold, hunger, and severe injuries on his body exhausted his originally strong body, and every time he fainted, he thought that he would never wake up again, but before his consciousness was about to fall into the final darkness, the corpses of thousands of comrades hovering in front of him and the old general's expressions of death pulled him back into this world.

Tartar soldiers! Xie Qingyuan subconsciously touched the bow beside him, but his whole body ached, and his arm did not obey the call, and he remembered that his bow had long been broken on the battlefield.

"Tartar soldiers...... Come on, kill me......" His lips twitched, but his parched throat could not make a sound.

Xie Qingyuan's consciousness began to blur again, and his eyes swirled, as if he was about to fall into the boundless abyss. In a trance, he seemed to see the beautiful face of a girl, the girl was also looking at him, looking at each other, Xie Qingyuan smiled at the girl, he suspected that this was a fantasy before he died.

One of the mule carts in the convoy was riding a black canopy, the curtain on the black canopy was lifted, and the girl in the car looked out, with a faint sadness in her autumn-like eyes. When the girl saw Xie Qingyuan, she had a surprised expression on her face, as if she didn't expect that there was such a living creature in the field by the roadside.

"Baturu, there's a live ...... over there," a Houjin soldier also spotted Xie Qingyuan and reported to the leader on the horse.

The girl came running, her emerald dress fluttering with her light steps, as if to smear the desolate earth with a wisp of spring.

The green sleeves hung in front of Xie Qingyuan's eyes, and the girl held a beautifully painted water bladder in her hand and put it in Xie Qingyuan's mouth.

The dry throat was moistened all of a sudden, Xie Qingyuan's eyes gradually became clearer, he saw the girl's white arms as white as jade, the flat silver bracelet slid down on the wrist, the bracelet surface was forged with a begonia pattern, and the middle two lines of yang inscription "And Lu Allure, the sound of the arbor warbler".

Hou Jin Zuo Ling walked over with a Hou Jin soldier, and the Zuo Ling had a beard on his face like a halberd, and his mighty eyes looked down at Xie Qingyuan on the ground.

Hou Jin Bing held the spear in both hands and raised it high, the tip of the spear shining in the sun, and pointed vertically at Xie Qingyuan's chest.

"Don't kill him...... the girl pulled Hou Jin Bing's arm and shook it.

The young Houjin soldier didn't put down his spear, he turned his head to look at the leader beside him.

"Don't kill him! He's my brother......" The girl cried, and then pulled the arm of Hou Jin Zuoling and shook it, "I'm the one who is going to serve Lord Belle......"

My brother was just an obvious and ridiculous excuse, and serving Lord Belle was nothing more than a vague dream of wealth and wealth, but the leader made a deep and majestic voice.

"Let's go!"

Zuo Ling left with Houjin Bing. The girl squatted down, a tear fell on Xie Qingyuan's face, she put down two steamed buns beside Xie Qingyuan, and ran behind Hou Jin Bing with her skirt fluttering.

The queen Jin Zuoling took off his helmet sharply, raised his head, and the thin pigtail of money behind the scoop of his head fluttered in the wind, and he sang in desolate Manchu:

The eagle in the sky flies over the hills.

Loyal warriors, die on the battlefield.

Heaven's gift, white mountains and black waters

The soul of the child, back to his hometown.