Looking at the French soldiers with bloody faces and hideous expressions, the groggy Guo Xinga silently recited in his heart, "My life is over!" ”。 This guy is tall and strong, and he looks like a bear, even if Guo Xing'a doesn't have anything, he may not be his opponent, not to mention that he can't even stand on his feet now. Guo Xing'a wanted to swing his knife to fight, but he couldn't even move his arm, so he could only watch the bayonet stab at his chest at a rapid pace.

When Goxinga was counting his remaining life by second, a figure like a big bird suddenly flew from Goxinga's right side. He wrapped his arm around Fa Xiong's neck and fell to the side with him, but it was a soldier of the Gu'an Army covered in blood. The bear was thrown to the ground, and the rifle in his hand was also dropped, but it was also nimble, and when he turned over, he scuffled with the big bird that flew on the ground, and the two rolled on the ground.

Guo Xing'a gradually eased up, and he was ready to step forward to help with the knife, but as soon as he took a step forward, his back was cold, and then he was kicked vigorously in the back. Goxinga staggered forward two steps, and his back hurt again, but it was another Frenchman from behind, who made a big cut in Goxinga's back with a bayonet, and then made up for it. If it weren't for the fact that Guo Xing'a just took a step forward, he would have been stabbed in the heart by him just now.

The one who stabbed him in the back didn't give Guo Xing'a a chance to breathe at all, and stabbed him one after another with a bayonet. Guo Xing'a used a saber to turn back and forth, but he was also forced to retreat again and again, and for a while it seemed that he had returned to the deadly alley he had just crossed.

Guo Xing's back was cold, and he didn't know what the injury was, so he could only hold his back and keep retreating. The sneak attackers were more morale-boosting, constantly pursuing, and vowed not to give up if they didn't kill Guoxing. The bayonets continued one after another, so that Guo Xing'a didn't even have a chance to pull out his pistol, so he could only keep retreating. Guo Xing's height and strength are not as good as others, and he has a hand to cover his back, and he is forced to make mistakes and omissions, and the situation is already precarious.

Guo Xing'a was a little dazzled by the bayonet, and he couldn't see the way the bayonet came from, and suddenly a bloody man jumped on the ground. The bloody man had fallen to the ground, covered in blood, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, and the French army saw him, but he was a corpse. But it was this corpse that suddenly jumped up from the feet of the French army, and the regimental body crashed into the French army, and at the same time, the saber in his hand also pierced the French army in the stomach. The two bodies were frozen for a while, and then the two corpses fell to the ground at the same time, and they were still holding each other tightly until they died.

Guo Xinga finally had a chance to breathe, and also took out his own *. He really wanted to help the first big bird to save him, but in the chaotic battlefield, he could no longer find the big bird and the bear entangled together. Guo Xing'a wanted to find Fuquan, but everywhere he looked around, there were people fighting with bared teeth and cracked mouths, and there was a familiar face somewhere.

Unable to find his way, Goxinga wandered aimlessly in the chaos, and seven hateful French soldiers died under his gun, but he also had three more wounds on his body. Goxinga finally understood why people always used the word hell to describe the battlefield, where people were killing each other, alone but full of dangers. Anywhere, a bloodied enemy can be thrown out, and the slightest distraction can lead to an extra wound on the body, or even lose your life.

Goxinga stopped and stopped all the way, the wounds on his body were bleeding constantly, and when he was too weak, he would even sit down and rest for a while. The people around them, whether they were subordinates or enemies, were very busy, and they were killing each other. Sometimes it's a rifle, sometimes it's a sword, sometimes it's a stone, it's even a tooth, everything becomes a tool for killing. Goxinga was sometimes the target of everyone, and the people around him pounced on him and then died one by one. Sometimes Goxinga seems to be a transparent person, and everyone ignores his existence. Guo Xinga even sat on the ground, looked at a Gu'an soldier beside him, and strangled to death a French soldier of his age, who was in his twenties.

When he stood up again, Goxinga met another Bear Two, who had the same hideous expression and the same strong body. Goxinga fended off his bayonet, but he was slammed to the ground. Guo Xing'a, who was hit by *, was full of Venus in front of him, and his ears were also roaring, and he couldn't move when he lay on the ground. But the bayonet of the Bear II did not fall again, and he was beheaded by the cavalry passing behind him.

Goxinga lay on the ground for a long time, and the head of Bear 2, stained with blood and mud, was right next to him. Until the shouting of killing gradually became faint and distant, until the heavens and the earth became a little ethereal, Guo Xing'a was still looking at the very filthy head of Bear No. 2, but his mind was blank. It wasn't until everything seemed to be very far away that Goxinga forced himself to sit up. The fighting continued, guns and swords had become rare, and the same people who were like blood men were beating each other with stones and all kinds of debris like primitive people.

Not far from Goxinga, seven or eight Gu'an soldiers were fighting the largest battle on the battlefield with a dozen or so Frenchmen. Goxinga's saber and pistol were gone, and he limped over as if he had just woken up. Guo Xing'a had just been hit on his leg, so every step hurt his heart, and it also made him walk very slowly. When he arrived, there were only five of the original twenty or so people left, two from the Gu'an army and three from the French army. The addition of Goxinga, at least in terms of numbers, pulled the two sides back to the same running line and turned it into a fair duel of three against three.

The two soldiers of the Gu'an Army squinted at Guo Xing'a, and judged that Guo Xing'a was his own from the clothes that had been changed in color by blood. Everyone seems to be covered in blood, and they can't see their true colors, and if the opponent is not a white person of different races, I am afraid that even friend and foe will not be able to distinguish between friend and foe. The two soldiers, who were almost out of strength, didn't recognize Goxinga either, they just made sure that this person was their comrade-in-arms, and of course this was enough.

The final duel begins, and the two seem to have taken care of Goxinga, who is obviously still a child, and they scuffle with two strong French soldiers respectively, leaving the white old man in the center to Goxinga. Goxinga's brain had stopped working, he didn't think about why there was an old man in the French army, and the possible identity of this old man, he just thought about fighting to the death.

Guo Xing'a was very calm, and still limped towards the old man. The old man didn't have a high-end pistol, but he didn't panic everywhere, and kept standing in place gasping, but staring at Guo Xing'a. It was a little difficult for Guo Xing'a to walk in front of the old man, so he stopped in front of the old man, raised his head to look at the old man, and gasped himself.

This staring lasted for a long time, and then the old man made the first move, and he still had a dagger hidden in his hand. However, because he was too nervous, the old man failed to stab the dagger at Guo Xing'a, but grabbed the top of his head and cut it off. The massive loss of blood had left Goxinga in a complete stupor, and he neither dodged nor blocked, and took it firmly with his head. The dagger went from his forehead to his eye socket, leaving a shocking wound on Goxinga, and then Goxinga fell straight to the ground.

The impact of the head and the ground made Guo Xing'a sober up again, and then the old man, who was about to leave, hit Guo Xing'a, who was lying on the ground, with a scissor kick. The legs of the two men were entangled, the old man fell to the ground, and the dagger flew out of his hand. An emaciated old man and a seriously injured teenager rolled on the blood-stained ground like two frolicking bears.

After several entanglements, Guo Xing'a was weak after all and was crushed by the old man. The old man's big hand, like a vice, stuck Guo Xing'a's throat, and Guo Xing'a's throat kept making an ugly "ho-ho" sound, as if a mouthful of hundred-year-old phlegm was stuck in his throat. Goxinga's hands were gradually losing strength, and his throbbing waist was beginning to become quiet, but Goxinga hadn't given up yet.

Chinese martial arts has two stunts, which can be described as the only magic weapon to defeat the enemy and save one's life. The old man's arm span was much longer than that of Guo Xing'a, and he rode on Guo Xing'a to straighten his body, even if Guo Xing'a's fingers reached the old man's eyes, they were very weak. So Guo Xing'a relaxed his hands, reached into his abdomen, and used his waist to push the old man up, and then grabbed the old man's vital point fiercely.

The old man's hand was stuck in Guo Xing'a's neck, and Guo Xing'a's hand grabbed the old man's lower body, both of them were dying and struggling to do their best, and the life-and-death struggle became a competition of endurance. In the end, the old man couldn't hold back the severe pain, let go of Guo Xing's neck, and wanted to take back his life. Guo Xing'a took the opportunity to break free from the old man's crotch, and when the two clashed again, the young Guo Xing'a grabbed the first move with his agility and pounced on the old man from behind.

After that, the two of them were like swimming, and they were thrashing in the bloody water, and the four hands of the other party who couldn't catch each other groped for weapons in the bloody water. After some tossing, the two of them had their own gains, the old man caught a severed blade, and Guo Xing'a touched a bow. The old man's blade, which may have come from a saber, saber or bayonet, is the sharpest part of the knife. Goxinga's bow was the equipment of the light cavalry, although it was very complete, but there were no arrows, and the bowstring was soaked in blood and a little weak.

The old man, who was pressed underneath, slashed his backhand with the blade of his knife, and Guo Xing'a was hit on the belly again. Fortunately, the blade was very short, and the old man was holding half of it in his hand, so it was not deep into the flesh, but Guo Xing's blood was still gushing out. Guo Xing'a was anxious to control the old man, but he couldn't grasp the old man's hands, and the bowstring was put on the old man's neck in the struggle. The red-eyed Goxinga finally had a chance, he tightened the bowstring, and began to rotate the back of the bow, twisting the bowstring tighter and tighter. There was also an unpleasant "ho-ho" sound in the old man's throat, and Guo Xing'a kept pushing hard like a galloping war horse. In the end, the old man's fatal knife stabbed into Goxinga's abdomen again, and then his hands hung down weakly.

Guo Xing'a sat on the old man's corpse and gasped for a long time, then pulled out the broken blade of his abdomen in pain, and used this broken blade to break the bowstring, and sawed off the old man's head little by little. Goxinga didn't know why he did this, this bloody scene would definitely become his nightmare for a long time, but he was still very patient to sawed off the old man's head. Then he took the old man's hair in his hand and looked at the old man's flesh and blood for a long time.

The other two duels were also divided into life and death, the French army died and lived, but there were no Gu'an soldiers standing up. The consciousness of the living French army was also a little vague and kept shaking, but he finally walked towards Goxinga, and kept staring at the old man's head in Goxinga's hand, as if the head was incomparably precious.