More than 400 Mongolian cavalry blocked Yue Le's escape to the east, one rode and slashed Yue Le's Goshha, and the other pulled a bow and released arrows. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 On the slope, dozens of Taiping troops pushed down the big trees that had already been cut down and crumbling. More than a dozen large trees rolled down from top to bottom, and at once they crossed the middle of the road, splitting the Qing army that was congested at the exit in two. Some of the Qing soldiers didn't have time to dodge, and they were actually paralyzed by the big tree on the spot. The branches on the big tree are full of branches, and many Qing soldiers are bleeding.

The falling tree completely blocked the way out of the Qing army, and Yue Le's Goshha was certainly full of elite soldiers, and they were all skilled, but in the situation that the whole army was in chaos, personal bravery was of no avail. More than a dozen Goshha abandoned their horses and jumped over the tree, and while carrying their knives forward, they shouted at the Goshha behind them, telling them to quickly move the tree away and protect the prince and rush out. But before he could run a few steps, he was shot by a flurry of arrows, and a sharp arrow struck the strong man in the mouth of the leader impartially, tearing off half of his mouth at once.

Namutu and Wu Chongshan led the Mongolian soldiers to slash and kill the Qing troops who were cut off by big trees because of the back road. The rest of the Qing soldiers were so frightened that they turned around and jumped up the tree, but you grabbed me, and dozens of people fell between the trees. Before the fallen person could get up, his body, face, and head were mercilessly trampled by his companions. Some Qing soldiers who had just jumped on the trunk of the tree, before they could raise their feet to make the next jump, were shot by an arrow from the Mongol soldiers, and their bodies fell heavily, but they did not fall, but just hung on the branches, shaking gently up and down.

The sight in front of him made Yue Le extremely anxious, he stood on his horse, tightened the reins, until now he didn't know which soldiers and horses ambushed him, and even when he heard those Mongolian soldiers shouting, he had the illusion that the Mongolian army was in chaos. But the red uniforms worn by those Mongolian soldiers told him that they were not Qing soldiers, but Ming soldiers!

Just like Luo Tuo's stunned on the battlefield in Guangxi that day, Yue Le couldn't believe it, and he couldn't accept the existence of Mongolian soldiers in the Ming army, and he couldn't accept that he was captured alive!

Yue Le took a deep breath, since he was 20 years old when he fought with Hauge, he had never encountered such danger today. He knew that if he couldn't stand out, he would become the second Jidu, the third Manchurian prince of the Qing Dynasty to die in the Guannei.

Being captured, Yue Le didn't even think about it. If it really came to the end, he would not hesitate to choose suicide. Even if he dies, he will not allow himself to become the Qing Dynasty and become a disgrace to Manchuria.

"Protect the prince, protect the prince!"

Dutong Soribai's foot was injured by the big tree rolling down the mountain, and his mount was also injured by the Ming army's firecracker, so he could only drag a wounded leg to Yue Le's side under the protection of his own soldiers. Looking around, there are Ming troops everywhere, and the narrow official roads are densely packed with human heads, but most of them are red-clothed long-haired thieves.

"Lord Wang, the slave keeps you out!"

Holding Yue Le's horse legs, Soribai shouted for the surrounding Goshha and Han troops to rush over to protect Yue Le's breakthrough. Han Daxun, the commander of the Han army, and others also retreated while fighting, trying to rush out with Yue Lehui.

"Stop them!"

Seeing that the two Qing troops were about to converge, Fan Da'an of Baihu ignored the fact that he was stabbed by the battalion soldier in his right leg, and stumbled and shouted at his subordinates to rush up to stop the Qing soldiers. Dozens of spear-wielding Taiping troops immediately abandoned the scattered battalions and rushed towards the Han army under Han Daxun with spears.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

Manchuria's Yellow Banner Dutong tried to lead a group of Han troops with a dozen Goshha and Baoyi Governors to retreat to this side, and when he saw a group of Ming troops rushing up in front, he immediately ordered archery.

The guns and bows and arrows of the Ming army were also fired at the same time, and two earth-shattering thunderbolts also fell on the Han army. Without waiting for the earth-shattering thunder to explode, the Han army, who had already suffered enough of this flower and firecracker, immediately dispersed and fled around. Han Daxun, who was not covered by soldiers, was immediately hit in the right orbit by a stone, and his eyeballs were smashed to pieces. The stone penetrated more than an inch deep into Han Daxun's eyes, and he covered his eyes and screamed in pain, and blood gushed out along his five fingers.

Witnessing the tragic situation of Lord Dutong, the Han army's soul was scattered, and the little courage that had just gathered dissipated in an instant, seeing that there were Ming troops all around, there was no door to the sky, and there was no way to go down, so they knelt down and begged one after another.

The incompetence and cowardice of the Han army made the Manchurian capital angry, but he was powerless to stop it, and he couldn't even scold him. Obviously, he and his subordinates Goshha and Baoyi slaves became the target of the Ming army. The Ming soldiers hiding on the slopes on both sides fired their guns at them from time to time, and the area where they were trying was like a forbidden area of death, and the other full soldiers and the Han troops who had not surrendered did not dare to take a step closer.

Fuck, why does it hurt so much!

A pile of dead bodies not far from the effort suddenly moved, and then was turned aside, and a bald head with a forehead covered in blood rose slightly from the ground. The bald head rubbed his forehead, which was swollen as much as an egg, and cursed the subordinate who had just opened his eyes and pushed him, but he fell to the ground and knocked a pebble-sized stone, causing him to faint on the spot.

When he was rubbing his head, Li Jinsheng found that a Qing army official was waving a knife in front of him and shouting something, when he found that there were two soldiers next to this Qing army official, he felt that this was a creation given to him by God, so he didn't rub his head, but grabbed the spear of a dead soldier next to him and quietly crawled to the Qing army officer from the ground.

"Poke you guys!"

Li Jinsheng jumped up with great confidence, and the spear in his hand slashed at the back of the Qing army official, but he didn't think about it, but he missed, and the other party turned sharply to avoid his ambition.

Seeing that a Ming army covered in blood wanted to kill himself, he tried to slash with a knife in anger. Li Jinsheng said "Mom", he was so frightened that he let go of the spear in his hand, and then a donkey rolled to the other side. Vaguely feeling that there was a Qing soldier next to him, he grabbed a hard object and threw it at the soldier's knee.

The heavy blow and great pain of the stone made Goshha, who wanted to help his master hack the Ming army to death, involuntarily weakened, knelt on one knee, and did not wait for him to stand up again, and his head was re-remembered by a blow, only to feel that Venus flashed straight, and then his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground.

On the other side, the hard-working clothed slave also swung a knife and slashed, Li Jinsheng had nothing to stop, so he simply threw the stone in his hand at the clothed slave, and he didn't know if it was really a good kung fu to practice a magic bullet, or the blind cat hit the dead mouse, this time it hit the head of the clothed slave hard, and immediately hit the head of the clothed slave hard. The man shook for a moment, looked up and fell.

"Good skills!"

Seeing that Li Jinsheng, who could only brag and tell meat jokes, was so brave and so solid under his hands, Fan Daan and the soldiers were stunned.

Li Jinsheng grinned, it seemed that it was easy to deal with such a small enemy, but he was beating the drum in his heart, if he hadn't hit it just now, I was afraid that he would really become a dead man.

The thieves of the Ming army killed two of their subordinates in a row, trying to kill the thief with their teeth and knives.

Li Jinsheng was not so embarrassed this time, and the success of killing two people in a row made him really think that he was invincible, so he didn't dodge, bent down and picked up a spear and slashed towards the effort, and the miracle happened again, in the stunned expressions of Fan Da'an and the Taiping army, his spear was actually firmly on the chest of the effort.

Well?!

Li Jinsheng's heart was full of joy, could it be that he really got this great credit! But he was only happy for a few seconds, but his face changed rapidly, because he saw that his spearhead had not penetrated the body of the Tartar official.

How come?!

Li Jinsheng was so shocked that his soul was about to fly out, and he thought that this Tartar official had become the legendary golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt of the rivers and lakes!

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