"Kill, kill this king!"

Dai Shan's eyes were red, he gasped for breath, his right hand holding the knife kept trembling, and his surroundings were already covered with corpses, but these corpses were almost all the Manchurian soldiers to whom he belonged to the Red Banner.

He didn't understand that he took the Manchurian soldiers of two red flags and sixty-three Niu Lu to the south, and the battle would be like this, and he was beaten by Xiao Li thieves in Lushun and abandoned his armor, and in Jinzhou, he was firmly pressed to death by Xiao Li Thief's army in front of their defense line.

"Master, that Mutu dog is about to kill our side!"

Longtuk, who had retreated to the Chinese army, looked at Dai Shan, who was still slashing and killing, and let out a desperate wail.

"Ahh

Dai Shan responded calmly, and the long knife in his hand still did not forget to cut down a Red Banner Manchurian soldier who fled frantically.

"Master, that traitor from Namutu has been killed!"

Lontuk howled again, knowing his end had come.

"Uh...... Come on, Rontuk, do you think we still have a way to live? Even if we retreat to Nanguan and have no food, aren't we waiting for death? Spread the word of the king, let the sons and daughters stop, this king wants to see for himself who is the little Li thief who defeated my Manchurian army? ”

Dai Shan's face is not wavering, he has been in the army for 30 years, he has been accustomed to life and death.

"Hey!"

Longtuk looked at Dai Shan, who had a dejected face, and sighed heavily.

The Goshkhas, who received the order, also knew that it was the last moment, and retreated behind Dai Shan one by one.

"Those who kneel live, and those who stand die!"

"The sound of the kneeling, the death of the standing!"

In the wave after wave of shouts, countless Jingbei troops slaughtered into the sea of people who imitated the helpless Manchurian soldiers.

One after another, the Manchurian soldiers, who had no hope of escaping, threw down their swords and spears and knelt down in front of the Han Chinese, whom they regarded as pigs and dogs.

"General, the one under the gilded king is the Prince of Li Daishan of Dongyu."

Na Mutu followed behind Pan Xuezhong, the right deputy commander of the old base camp, with a flattering face.

"Hmmm! You go with Ben to catch Dai Shan, and you go to Lushun to inform Zhang Wu and ask him to come to Jinzhou to see Dai Shan, the old boy. ”

Pan Xuezhong's face was full of tears, as the old man of the Dongjiang Army, no one here knew better than him how much the Han people in Liaodong had suffered after the rise of the Dongyu.

Since the time of the old slave Nurhachi, there have been millions of Han people who died tragically under the butcher's knife in Dongyu, including Pan Xuezhong's clansmen and fathers and brothers, and now the Jiannu who is ravaging Liaodong finally knelt down under his long knife and begged for mercy, and the pseudo-Qing Prince Li, the eldest son of the old slave, Dai Shan, is already the turtle in his urn.

"Those who surrender are not to die!"

"Those who surrender are exempt!"

Jin Tongwu, Bai Wenxuan, and He Jiuyi, one after another, the generals of the Jingbei Army commanded the soldiers around them with bloodstained long knives, and gathered together countless Manchurian soldiers who fell to the ground.

No one dared to resist, and the discouraged Manchurians, like the Ming army that had been defeated at their hands, knelt down under the banner of the Jingbei army in pieces.

As the soldiers of the Eight Banners knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, Dai Shan and his remnants of more than 200 Goshha became the only ones on the battlefield who still held swords and horses, and his gilded Daxu with a red flag attracted countless officers and soldiers in Jingbei.

In addition to the captured Jingbei officers and soldiers, almost all the Ming soldiers and soldiers rushed towards the Wang Qi of Daishan.

"Daishan, you have no way to escape, if you surrender, you will be able to intercede with our marshal for you and let him spare your dog's life!"

Li Dingguo appeared in front of Dai Shan with a spear and a horse.

Pan Xuezhong, Bai Wenxuan, He Jiuyi and others were stunned, they didn't understand why Li Dingguo would recruit this executioner whose hands were stained with Han blood.

"You're not a thief? Where did the little Li thief go, how could he entrust you with such an important battle to besiege this king? ”

Daishan and Longtuk's faces were full of reluctance and doubt.

"Hehe, Dai Shan, you also think too highly of yourself, you are also worthy of my family's handsome hands-on, and now Ben will only ask you if you surrender?"

"Hehe, you are so shrewd in your abacus! This king is the eldest son of the old Khan, is the banner lord of the Qing Dynasty, if you surrender to you, those Mongols and Han troops who defected to Manchuria will have the intention of betraying the Qing Dynasty, that is, we are in Manchuria, I am afraid that there will be many people who will be detached from our Aixin Jueluo family, and then Songjin over there will be defeated by the Qing Dynasty! ”

Dai Shan's face was full of disdain, and when the Ming army surrounded him, he clearly knew what the Ming general on the opposite side was thinking.

"Prince Li is really insightful, this will be admired, as the so-called good birds choose trees to perch, virtuous ministers choose the lord to serve, even if you really want to die for the puppet Qing court, but you have to think about your son, Ben Jiang really can't bear your white-haired people to send black-haired people again, alas, Ben will forget, you Tartars don't keep hair, Ben Jiang really can't bear your white pigtails to send black pigtails."

After Li Dingguo finished speaking, Khaldemuni brought the Karchu, who was like a dead dog, to Dai Shan's horse, killing people and punishing his heart, and Li Dingguo, who had won a great victory, not only physically, but also mentally destroyed Dai Shan, the butcher who slaughtered countless Han people.

"Amma!"

Although he had been in the army for several years, he had just turned seventeen years old, and when he was dying, he finally looked at his father miserably.

"Don't look at this king, you are the descendant of our Aixin Jueluo family, even if you die, you must die with dignity, instead of wagging your tail and begging for mercy in front of Ben Xiang."

Dai Shan swung his knife suddenly, he really couldn't stand his son's embarrassing appearance in front of the Ming people who thought they were lowly.

"Amma!"

Seeing the white sword-like light flashing in front of his face, Kharchu only had time to scream before he was slashed in the throat by Dai Shan's long knife.

"Let this king descend, don't dream, I still have 100,000 elite soldiers in the Qing Dynasty, Hong Chengchou has already fallen into the calculation of my Qing Emperor, as long as Songjin wins, my Qing army can return to the east immediately, and then you and Xiao Li Thief and your subordinates will be buried with this king."

Dai Shan, who had killed his own son with his own hands, roared and raised a long knife stained with his son's blood and cut his neck.

Yue Tuo was captured and killed by Xiao Li thief, and now his son has been hacked and killed by his own hands, which makes his heart desperate to the extreme.

"Poof!"

With the sound of a long knife entering the flesh, Prince Li of the Qing Dynasty fell in a pool of blood with an unwilling face.

"Lord Wang!"

"Lord Wang!"

"Ming thief, I'll fight with you!"

Longtuk and the remnants of the Goshkha screamed at the same time, raised the long knife in their hands and pointed at the Jingbei army gathered in front of them.

"Kill them all!"

In the face of the Eight Banners soldiers who shot with hatred, Li Dingguo categorically ordered that more than 10,000 Manchurian soldiers collapsed, and he didn't care about the life or death of these 100 Manchurian soldiers.

"Puff, puff!"

The Jingbei army, which was outnumbered, swarmed up and raised the long knife in his hand against the remnants of the Qing army.