The only French soldier standing after the duel finally failed to snatch the old man's head from Goxinga's hands, but instead lost his own head. The weakened Goxinga sat paralyzed on the ground and was already powerless to resist, and it was Fuquan who was also wounded by the French soldiers.

"Master, I've found you! ......" Fuquan's footsteps had also become staggering, and he looked at Guo Xing'a carefully for a while, before he fell down beside Guo Xing'a and beat his chest and cried.

"Ah......" Guo Xing, who was a little sluggish, didn't seem to hear what Fuquan said, nor did he recognize Fuquan, but just agreed very mechanically.

"Master! Are you alright? Fuquan hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Guo Xing'a, wiped some of the blood on his body, and looked at him carefully.

Guo Xing'a didn't know if he recognized Fuquan, but nodded faintly, and then began to look directly at the old man's head again. Fuquan didn't dare to delay any longer, hurriedly took out the signal flare from his body, and cast a signal for help, and soon a group of guard soldiers and Bo Ritu who were also covered in blood rushed over.

Although the war has come to an end, the battlefield is still full of dangers, and everyone does not dare to delay, so they want to rush out when they help Guo Xing'a. Guo Xing'a was carried by Fuquan, and he was still holding the old man's head tightly in his hand, and Bo Ritu and the others wanted to grab it and throw it away. But Guo Xing'a grabbed it very tightly, and he couldn't grab it no matter how he grabbed it, so he had to hold it.

Soon after Goxinga withdrew from the battlefield, reinforcements from the coalition forces and Tan Shaoguang arrived almost at the same time. The artillery battalion mobile company is fully equipped with *, and only these light things can keep up with the speed of the cavalry. * Although it was light, the firepower was very ferocious, and as soon as the Allied reinforcements with the British Second Division as the main force appeared, they were beaten back by the overwhelming *. The heavy cavalry battalion that followed Mushun launched a driving charge, completely isolating the allied reinforcements from the battlefield. Tan Shaoguang's cavalry regiment took the opportunity to occupy the high ground near Andingmen and established an infantry defensive position to ensure the safety of the rear of the army. After the British were forced back by the cavalry, they reorganized their formations and lined up in three hollow phalanxes in the shape of a zigzag. The two sides are also evenly matched, and they do not dare to act rashly for the time being, let alone rashly enter the battlefield that is already like a graveyard.

As the reinforcements on both sides stabilized their positions, this hand-to-hand fight of less than an hour finally came to an end. The remnants of the soldiers on both sides began to support their comrades to withdraw from the battlefield and seek help from the medics in the rear. The Gu'an army walked back with 1,200 or 300 people, almost all of them wounded, and their horses and weapons were gone. Even so, the light cavalry regiment was crippled, and although the formation was still there, it lost nearly half of its troops and basically lost its ability to continue fighting. The French Second Brigade was declared completely dead, with less than three hundred men returning home, and the rest were corpses on the battlefield.

Those who could move were all gone, and the medics on both sides entered the battlefield again with white flags and began to search for the seriously wounded who could not move. After some hectic work, the seriously wounded were basically carried out of the battlefield, and both sides began to carry the bodies of their own fallen soldiers again. The bodies of many fallen soldiers were hugged tightly by the enemy, which was a difficult task to separate, and it was inevitable that both sides would not respect each other's bodies. It is common to kick and throw it, and if you hold it too tightly and can't separate, it will inevitably hurt the other party's body. When this happened, the medical and nursing soldiers on both sides, who were already angry, no longer just glared at each other, but had already started to abuse each other, and were almost on the verge of doing something. In the end, the very gentlemanly British officers came forward to apologize and solve the problem, after all, they were different from the rude soldiers, and it was indeed the British soldiers who first injured the remains of the Gu'an army.

The bodies of both sides were retrieved separately and the dead were counted. Countless squad and platoon commanders of the Gu'an Army were killed in battle, and as many as six officers at or above the company level were killed. Zhao Hefeng and Wang Benming, who were born as horse bandits, followed all the way to Dingbakshi, Gu'an Qiding, Guoxinga, Liu Rui, a hungry man who surrendered with Cao Meng and others, Doluo from the devil's training camp, and other five company commanders all died. What distressed Guo Xing'a the most was Tian Kuan, the commander of the third battalion of the light cavalry, who was without a hand, and also died in the chaos.

The injuries were even more serious, not only the soldiers, but also the officers, few of whom were good, and almost all of them were wounded from the age of Goxinga. Wu Xiuming, who treated Guo Xing'a's injuries, was almost scared to death, Guo Xing's body was stabbed a total of seven times, and there were countless bruises such as *Zi's big flying feet. The other six places, no matter how deep or shallow, were only skin wounds, and a knife on the forehead was serious, almost killing Goxinga's left eye. And the wound of nearly two inches from his forehead to his eyelids completely ruined Guo Xing'a's face, which was still a little shapely. Even if Wu Xiuming used all kinds of fine needles and threads, Guo Xing's face would have a hideous scar in the future.

The injuries of the other generals were not light, and Li Qiao was almost stabbed into honeycomb coal. That is, his life is good, the thirteen knives did not hurt the vital point, and the treatment was timely, otherwise he would have died of bloodshed. Monk Xu was engraved with a character on his back, and he lost three fingers, while Xiao Wang was slapped on his thigh and temporarily became lame. The most amazing wound is the Ding stick injury, there are no other injuries, but two little fingers are missing. That is to say, Bozhtu, Shirab, and Hatu have good lives, but they are just scratching a little skin.

Guo Xing'a was wrapped like a mummy by Wu Xiuming on half of his body, drank two bowls of ginseng soup from the Old Summer Palace, and finally eased up. Looking at the corpse that was carried back, Guo Xing'a couldn't say whether he blamed himself or was sad, but he knelt in the wilderness and didn't want to get up, and cried loudly. roared one after another, trying to vent the suppressed emotions in his chest, but he didn't know where the source of this emotion was, and finally exhausted his strength and fainted again. When Goxinga woke up again, the coalition sent an emissary demanding that the Gu'an army return Montauban's head.

"Whose head?" Some of the frail Goxinga almost jumped out of bed.

"The head of General Montauban, the commander-in-chief of the French army! There was a soldier in the French army who saw with his own eyes that a young soldier of your army killed General Montauban and his son Captain Montauban and took the head of General Montauban! "The translation brought by the British army is very strange, he is not as obscene as the common traitor, but he looks like a well-educated Confucian, and his temperament is very good.

"Montauban has just been killed!" Guo Xing's eyes widened like copper bells, and he couldn't believe his ears. Grant, the commander-in-chief of the British army, is still in the Old Summer Palace! Now that Montauban, the commander-in-chief of the French army, has been done again, his luck is a little outrageous. And he immediately remembered the old man he had hanged with his own hands, and in terms of age, he was the closest to Montauban.

"Yes, my lord, but you are so obviously gloating, you really lose your identity!" The translator despised Guo Xing'a, a person who rose to a high position at a young age by virtue of his ancestors' blessings, and he also looked at Guo Xing'a's gauze that gave him a little face.

"It is inevitable that the general will die in battle, and the soldier will die on the battlefield, that is a well-deserved death, and I am happy for him! You don't understand the affairs of the military! "Goxinga's schadenfreude is even more obvious.

"In any case, General Montauban's father and son have already been killed in battle, please return General Montauban's head." The translator glanced at Guo Xing'a with great disdain, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Of course, I don't have a penchant for collecting people's heads, but I'll have to wait until the war is over!" Guoxinga is in good spirits and has been able to stand up on his own, which can be regarded as a medical miracle.

"Our army demands that you immediately return the head of General Montauban!" The British envoys and interpreters were excited, and Goxinga made it clear that he was fooling, and when the war was over, Montauban's head would become a specimen.

"Your surname! We're still at war! I don't owe you any money, so why should I listen to you! Why don't you ask me to disarm and surrender! Eat something dirty! Guo Xing'a interprets the scoundrel face of the Eight Banners disciples very well.

"Do you know what that means? If you continue to fight, we will destroy the city of Beijing and make you pay an incomparably heavy price! The interpreter seemed to be in sync with the messenger, and both men waved their fists as they spoke.

"Scare the widow with your big bird! You're that idiot when you think Lao Tzu is Shengbao! Do you know who I am? Guo Xing'a raised his eyebrows at the messenger very defiantly, and then his teeth cracked in pain.

"Who are you?" The translation didn't mean much, and the British envoy was a little frightened by Guo Xing'a.

"Let me introduce myself, Lao Tzu is the commander of the First Mixed Brigade of the Gu'an Garrison of the Qing Empire, Major General Yehenara Goxinga. Lao Tzu's troops, the ghost troops you have never been able to find, and the commander-in-chief of your British army, General Grant, is currently drinking tea in my prisoner of war camp! If you find the wrong person in the peace talks, and if you want to continue fighting, Lao Tzu really won't be afraid of you! If you don't accept it, try it! "Goxinga has long known from Grant that the coalition forces have scruples about him, and now he has just revealed his identity.

"I hope you keep the remains of General Montauban properly!" The British envoy's face was pale, and the interpreter began to look at Guo Xing'a with some curiosity.

"Don't worry, I won't abuse a head. By the way, Mr. Translator, your surname! Guo Xing'a casually agreed, and then out of pure curiosity, he asked about the translation.

"Don't be expensive, my surname is Gong!" The translator guessed Goxinga's thoughts.

"Gong Banlun?" In Guoxing's little historical knowledge, I really remember that the British army had a translator surnamed Gong, and the father of this translator was the famous Gong Zizhen.

"There is no way of monarchs, fathers and sons, husbands and wives, brothers, and friends, only love a concubine, and Wulun went to Silun and a half, so it is called Banlun." Gong Cheng said very proudly the meaning of his number.

"The Old Summer Palace didn't kill you!" After Guo Xing'a was surprised, he was not welcome, Gong Cheng was able to go down in history because he was a leading party in the Old Summer Palace.

"Your army regarded the contemptible people as vassals guarding the garden, did not harm them, and pointed out the path, but unfortunately the treasures I took were all taken away by them." Gong Cheng talked about the experience of escaping, and he was actually proud.

"Traitor!" Guo Xing'a unceremoniously gave Gong Cheng a new title.

"National thief!" Gong Cheng immediately replied.

"Don't send it!" Guo Xinga didn't want to kill the messenger, so he could only snort angrily and chase away the guest.

"Goodbye!" Gong Cheng snorted very contemptuously, turned his head and left.

After driving away the British envoys, Goxinga invited the head of the old man who had just been thrown into the pile of heads by Fuquan and found the prisoners of war to identify it as Montauban, the commander-in-chief of the French army. Guo Xing'a looked at the head of Montauban, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became, and then he was a little disgusted. Before Guo Xing'a vomited, Beijing also sent an envoy, and no English gentleman knew how to be polite, and before he entered Guo Xing'a's military tent, he scolded loudly.

"Bastards, you bastards! Whose subordinates are you, how dare you go out to fight without asking Lord Katsubo for orders, disrupting the plans of the imperial court, you all have to raid your family and exterminate your clan! The envoy of the city of Beijing scolded and walked into the military tent of Goxinga.

"Nima!" Guo Xing'a wanted to clean up this cheap guy, but when he looked up, he was stunned, the person who came in was actually his acquaintance in Jiangnan, Ni Ma Shan, who had been beaten by him.