This second wave of arrow rain, combined with the spearman's offensive, quickly wiped out the Capricorn of the Golden Knife Regiment, leaving only Le Yongji alone still fighting to the death, and there were no more subordinates standing beside him, looking at the approaching Ming army step by step. Lemen Yongji also laughed, his face was not afraid, and his mouth just shouted:

"Come on, I'm the head of the Warat Golden Knife Regiment, and you will fight with me like a real warrior!"

The generals of the Ming army did not answer, and with a wave of their hands, the spearmen surrounded Le Yongci, four crossbowmen, eight arrows, and sent Le Yongci on the road, and then picked up a knife from the ground, and with a fierce wave of the knife, he cut off the flagpole behind Le Yongci, and saw a flag, like a butterfly in the wind, pierced from the city, looking back at the unwilling eyes of Le Yongci, Zhao Jinlong was puzzled for a while, and laughed silently in his heart:

"I'm afraid this guy has a bad brain, this is a war, and I'm going to fight you alone? Do you think we're going to win a joust! ”

However, Zhao Jinlong finally had some admiration for this brave Lemen Yongci, so brave that he deserved to be called a "hero".

"Brother, if you know underground, you must not be a soldier in the next life, just an ordinary person who farms and hunts."

As the flag was thrown down the tower, the Hel thundered with joy, the morale was greatly boosted, and above the tower, the sound of killing shook the sky, and a team of Warat soldiers were driven down the tower, and a series of ladders were also thrown down from the tower.

It was night, the city was still brightly lit, both sides were cleaning the battlefield, a team of corpses were thrown down from the city tower, the dead in front of the city gate were also brought back by the Wara troops, the ladder in front of the city gate was broken, and it was also cleaned, and the wood that could not be used was piled up under the city, and a fire was lit, and behind the position, all the corpses were also piled up on the wooden shelf, and the cremation of Bintian.

Bayin Muren looked at the lit fires one by one, his face was pale, and his mouth was also in tune with the funeral of the soldiers, and he gently sang the ancient requiem of Warat:

"The firelight is flying, the tired birds are flying, the eternal sky is above, the wandering sons and daughters are returning to their hometowns, the grass is lush, the rivers are everywhere, and you can be healthy in the distance."

Simple tunes, repeated chanting, want to send these souls who died in a different place back to their hometown.

While he was groaning, he suddenly heard a report from behind him:

"My lord, the body of Lord Yuji has been found."

Hurriedly turned around, followed the soldiers who gave the order, and walked outside, and saw the stiff body of Le Yongji lying on a white cloth, and the soft armor on his body had eight small holes on it.

The eyes of the Le men were still round, glaring angrily ahead, but they could no longer hold their swords in their hands.

Bayin Muren sat down in front of Le Men Yongci's head, gently closed his eyes with his hand, and took out two small gold medals from his personal bag, put them on Le Men Yongci's eyes, looked at him, and was silent for a while.

Le Yongji is Bayin Muren's friend since childhood, when the two of them were very young, they played together, herding, when they were young, the two people always had to earn a win or lose, and the one who won was the big brother, although Le Yongji was a piece taller than Bayin Muren, but the two people won more than wrestling, but Bayin Muren won more, and the two people always argued about whether wrestling was important for the brain or the strength.

Later, after becoming adults, both of them joined the Warat cavalry team, Lemen Yongji relied on his bravery to worship the sword master Standard Chartered Guda and became a golden sword Capricorn, while Bayin Muren was put into the grassland ghost fox and became a commander of the wisdom of the general, the two of them are one writer and one martial arts, one blade and one blade, and they cooperate seamlessly, and they have shed countless legends on the grassland, and undefeated records.

As a result, just today, right in front of his own eyes, his good brother was so cold and motionless, and the trump card in his hand, this blade, was broken like this. His good brother for many years passed away like this, and in the afternoon, when Lemen Yongji had just erected the Wara military flag on the city tower, Bayin Muren was still full of confidence that the battlefield battle was about to be won, but he didn't expect that in an instant, a good dream turned into a nightmare.

The subordinates looked at the commander who didn't say a word, and they were also chasing after him, afraid that the first battle would shake the commander's military heart, and a clever point, he found a plate, and turned all the crossbow arrows that came out of the Yongci of Le Men into them:

"Your Excellency, you see, this is from the general."

The crossbow arrows are very small, not much longer than the palm of the hand, but each one is covered with blood, only the tail of the arrow is a little shorter, revealing its own metal color, you can know how deep it is into the flesh, the whole eight, put a plate, Bayin Muren picked up one, looked carefully, and saw the small characters printed on it The Ming Inner Court Purchase, his eyes widened:

"Sure enough, it's really the Ming Dynasty, I just said that this Hull doesn't have such a powerful weapon, it turned out to be the Ming Dynasty's royal use, okay! Good! Good! ”

As soon as the three good sons came out, they stood up violently, looking at the Hull City Tower, the robes on their bodies were windless and automatic, and a murderous aura rose to the sky.

In the middle of the night, Bayin Muren retracted his gaze and looked at his good brother and good subordinates:

"Brother, sleep well, your revenge, I remember, this Hull and Daming will repay it with ten times, you have a good rest now, I will avenge you."

After speaking, he turned around and commanded:

"Send the ashes of Le Yongji back to the Bada and Qin grassland, and keep these crossbow arrows for me,"

Anyway, don't linger, turn around and go back to your Chinese military account.

There were already more than a dozen generals waiting in the account, and when they saw Bayin Muren coming in, they all stood up:

"Dashuai!"

Bayin Muren waved his hand:

"Sit down!" Then he commanded:

"Serve!"

Bags of mare's milk wine were brought up and poured into the bowl, and Bayin Muren took a bowl:

"Respect for Changshengtian and our dead brothers!"

Then drink it all.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Bayin Muren no longer had the slightest mood swing:

"Zhetao, how many injuries there are today, let's talk about it."

"Yes, Dashuai, we have lost a total of 4,700 people today, of which 650 are injured, 322 are seriously injured, it is estimated that some will not survive, the rest are minor injuries, and it should be fine in a few days, that is, it is our Golden Knife Regiment, a total of 400 Golden Knives, and now there are still 80 people who can fight, and all of them are not very popular."

Bayin Muren nodded:

"I'll meet them when I go back, our Golden Knife Regiment is still there, and after this battle, we will have a lot of fighters who can have the qualifications of the Golden Knife."

"What else needs to be reported?"