After the death of Kalai Daoga in battle, the two Manchurian Niulu on the left flank were soon surrounded by the Taiping army that swarmed up, and Tusa, the leader of the blue flag, and Bual, the leader of the white flag, were killed one after another.

The desperate Manchurian soldiers just instinctively swung their knives and slashed around, but there were Taiping soldiers in front and back, left and right, they were barefoot and holding spears and wielding big knives, and they were surging like a tide in the sound of suona, and they couldn't kill them all.

Amma, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

The young Manchurian soldier looked at the spear that was cut into his chest, full of unwillingness, he wanted to move, but he couldn't move, and his body was nailed straight by the spear.

The 19-year-old was about to collapse, and he hugged a Taiping army covered in mud, who was obviously stronger than him, and he strangled his neck with his arms, so that he could not breathe.

Etricillin's two hands kept pinching, wrenching, and grabbing, but he really had no strength, his body was very heavy, and in the end, he could only look at the last scene with wide eyes and blankly, it was a Taiping army who was about the same age as him, and the other party said something to the Taiping army who strangled him behind him, and cut his throat horizontally with a dagger.

In a trance, Etricillin seemed to feel that his whole body was floating. His head was carried in the hands of the young Taiping, who looked very happy.

"Second uncle, I have already cut off a Tartar head, this one is yours, I don't want it."

"You take it, one is for military merit, one is for silver, and when you go back, you can catch some good medicine for your father."

Thinking of my father who was sick in bed. The young Taiping Jun listened to the second uncle's words and tied Etesillin's head to the waistband of his trousers, using Etacillin's delicate braids. Ichilin is not alone. He looked at his companions, who were also hanging from the waistband of the trousers of the young Taipings, half of their heads of Lord Ezhen Kalai.

In the mud not far from the Taiping army of these two uncles and nephews, there was a Manchurian soldier lying on his stomach who was half of his body in a mud pit, and he was pretending to be dead.

Ma Qi was very frightened in his heart, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to be cut off by the barbarian Taiping Kou, he wanted to go home. Return to the hometown of the Beijing Division.

In his ears, there were constant screams, and Ma Qi knew that it was his injured and undead companion who was being beheaded by the barbarian. Fear made him close his eyes tightly. He tried to bury his head deeper, even if the stench of the mud was unbearable, even if it made it difficult for him to breathe. But he just didn't dare to move, in order to hide his identity. Mazzie was covered in mud. Even his braids were cut off by him, and he lay down in the mud puddle, hoping that the Nanban would not find him, or that he would take him for a dead companion, so that he could crawl out of here after dark.

The movement around him was much quieter, and he could vaguely hear the southern barbarians shouting and heading northeast.

Ma Qi breathed a sigh of relief, glad that God had blessed him. After confirming that there were no Taiping troops around, he cautiously raised his head. Because there was no air left in the little hole he had picked up, he didn't move anymore. He will probably suffocate to death.

There were really no Taiping troops around, and the nearest Taiping army was more than a dozen zhang away from here, and they were carrying the corpses of their companions one by one.

There were originally dozens of corpses around Ma Qi, but now they were all moved by the Taiping army, and the rest were all Manchu soldiers who had been cut off their heads, which made Ma Qi even more relieved, knowing that he had not been discovered, as long as he continued to stay still, he could definitely escape from this damn place when it got dark.

Ma Qi gulped in the air that smelled of stale and blood, and each breath was so greedy and enjoyable. He felt a little numb in his legs, and he wanted to move, but his heart jumped at this moment, and he found that he couldn't move.

No! No! No!

Ma Qi was terrified, something terrible happened, not only could he not move his body, but his body was sinking little by little.

Ma Qi was crazy, and he desperately tried to crawl up the dirt ground in front of him with his hands. But no matter how hard he tries, he just can't pull it out from the waist down.

Despair, a never-before-seen despair permeated Ma Qi's heart.

"Help! Help me! ”

Ma Qi shouted loudly, even if the shouting would attract the Taiping army, he could not care, because if no one came to save him, he would be swallowed alive by this quagmire.

"Someone shouting over there!"

"What are you shouting?"

"I don't know, go and see!"

Ma Qi's shout was indeed heard by the Taiping army, and several soldiers of the baggage battalion who were cleaning the battlefield rushed over. They saw Mazi in the mire.

"Is it a Tartar?"

The soldiers of the baggage battalion were not very sure, and one of the older soldiers pulled his spear down on Ma Qi's head, and then said with certainty: "It's a tartar, the braid has just been cut." ”

"Help me! Save me! ”

Ma Qi did not feel any humiliation when he was randomly pulled on the head by people and spears, but instead shouted loudly in extremely unskilled Chinese to let the Taiping army above pull him out, because the mire was almost up to his chin.

"He's telling us to save him, to save him or not to save him?"

Several soldiers from the baggage battalion discussed a few words, and then the Taiping soldier who pulled Ma Qi with his spear squatted down and said to Ma Qi, who was full of pleadings in the pit: "Okay, we will save you!" ”

"Thank you, thank you"

Ma Qi was so excited that he almost burst into tears, and after a few seconds, instead of tears, blood spurted from his neck.

Marzi was saved, his head was saved from the quagmire, to be precise.

"This tartar's head is heavy, I'm afraid it weighs about twenty pounds."

"So heavy? Big-headed tartars, haha. ”

The Taiping soldiers in the baggage camp laughed with each other and carried Ma Qi's head away, and in the quagmire, a headless corpse gradually sank until it was gone

In the battle to stop the Manchurian cavalry on the east bank of the Huangsha River, Ge Yi was hit by three arrows, one in his left arm, one in his right rib, and one in his cheek, taking away most of the flesh of his right ear, which would cut off the two captured Manchurian flags with the support of his subordinates.

The two arrows on Ge Yi's body hadn't been taken out yet, but they had just cut off the shafts of the arrows, and it hurt badly every time he moved, but at this moment, he was excited to hold the two military flags in his hands and keep waving them, until the blood from the wound gushed out again, so he had no choice but to sit down and ask someone to bandage him again.

"Happy, hell. Mother's joy, after this battle, Lao Tzu will take you to Guangzhou again! Stinky boy, you're light! ”

Ge Yi's brows furrowed, it was because the soldiers who bandaged him were too heavy and tied a little tightly, but he was still very happy, laughing and patting his heads. (To be continued.) )