At this moment, Bohetuo finally showed a look of horror on his face. He looked around and found that he had entered the enemy army nearly fifty steps, surrounded by Ming troops. He didn't care about pondering Zhou Xian's words at this moment, and suddenly turned his horse's head and galloped out. But as soon as he started his speed, nearly ten long spears stabbed over, some stabbed the horse, and some stabbed him directly. He used his gun to clear several of them, but more of them stabbed the target.

The mount under his crotch was in pain and jumped high. Bo He Tou could not control the balance. One of the shots directly hit his chest at this moment and pushed him off the horse. He landed heavily on the ground, making a loud "bang" sound, and a layer of smoke and dust came. He let out a muffled groan, and the fatal pain almost suffocated him. But as soon as he opened his eyes, several long spears came towards him. He abandoned the gun and tumbling, hiding in most of them, but one shot still stabbed his left shoulder. He burst out a scream, pulled out a long knife from his waist, cut the gun off, and stood up.

Seeing that his leader was dismissed, the Qing army exclaimed, and hundreds of people rushed forward and tried to rescue Bohetuo.

Bo Hetuo's left shoulder was hanging weakly, and his right hand raised his waist knife and kept slashing at the Ming army. His armor was very thick, causing him to move slowly. But there was no doubt that the strong armor became his best protection at this time. The long sword cut on it but left a shallow scratch, and the long spear stabbed it only in a shallow pit. In addition, Bo Hetuo had rich experience in fighting and firmly protected his vitals. Although his chest and back were so painful, he really made a bloody path for him.

Zhou Xian saw that Bo and Tuohe came to rescue him were only nearly thirty steps apart, and knew that things could no longer be delayed. He slapped forward and pointed his spear straight at Bo and Tuo. It was very difficult for the latter to deal with various weapons from all directions. How could Zhou Xian run quickly?

Bohetuo heard the movement from behind, and turned his head slightly, but his slightly stiff body had slowed down his movements a lot. He turned sideways to avoid it, but he only avoided a distance, and finally chose to use his hard breastplate to directly pierce the spear that was stabbed by Zhou Xian.

The horse ran at high speed, and the power it brought was enough to destroy everything. The spear stabbed Bo He Tou's chest and dug a shallow pit on it. Then it bent in a bow and then ejected forward fiercely, and returned to its original state in a short time. Bo He Tou flew into the sky like a broken winged bird, and then fell straight down, spewing out a mouthful of hot blood that blurred his eyes.

Xing bowed his head and jumped high with his front hooves. Zhou Xian raised his spear and aimed at Bo Hetu's head. There was no protection on the head. Once he was stabbed, he would undoubtedly die this time.

At this moment, a giant shout like a lion roar sounded from the front. A seven-foot giant, known as Aji, rushed over with an iron rod. He rushed forward and was invincible. Every time the iron rod was swung, he could always knock several people away. He saw that Zhou Xian was about to stab Bo Hetu, but the iron rod in his hand was thrown out as a hidden weapon.

Zhou Xian's face changed slightly when he heard the wind, and hurriedly avoided the side. The spear shifted its original direction and pierced into the ground where Bo Hetuo's head was to the left. The iron rod roared and flew over from Zhou Xian's front, hitting one of the Ming soldiers' heads, and half of his head disappeared.

Aji rushed to Zhou Xian, firmly controlled Xingchao's neck with both hands, and swung it hard. Such a tall horse was actually knocked to the ground by him. Zhou Xian fell from the horse and fell to the ground. Xingchao struggled hard, kicking Aji with one hoof and kicking him aside. The other hoof kicked Zhou Xian, and his chest was hit coldly.

Zhou Xian and Aji let out a muffled groan at the same time, and the hand that controlled Xingche also relaxed. Xingche turned around in place, and then rushed to the distance.

Aji shook his huge head, and suddenly saw Zhou Xian in front of him, and suddenly rushed over. He punched Zhou Xian's head one after another. Zhou Xian hugged his head with both hands and tried his best to resist, and his arms seemed to be about to be folded. Fortunately, the soldiers next to him tried their best to stab him with a gun, hitting Aji's back. He screamed, reached out to bring several long spears beside him, and used his hands and feet to knock down all the soldiers. But more and more Ming soldiers gathered here, and his two fists could not match four hands, and more wounds on his body were getting more and more.

Zhou Xian took advantage of the situation to get up, reached out to get his spear, staggered, his head was dizzy, and his whole body was full of pain.

Aji took action and knocked over two more soldiers, but there were two more wounds on his body. He burst out and shouted loudly, grabbed a corpse and threw it out, smashing the oncoming group of Ming soldiers to the side. Then he picked up Bohetu with his left hand, protected him in front of him, and picked up a long knife with his right hand, and rushed out again.

Zhou Xian finally took his spear and felt much more at ease. Looking up, he saw the soldiers of his own soldiers retreating to both sides with horror, and sat down to see the strong man rushing out with Bo and To. He smiled helplessly and only then did he understand what a real enemy of ten thousand people was.

The rumbling drums suddenly became high again, and Li Kai's two thousand-man teams rushed out from the right. Their joining injected new vitality into the already exhausted armies, but one side was full of morale, while the other side was collapsed and despair. The Qing army began to collapse, and they fled back without any organization. The Ming army roared forward, chopping and slashing the ground from the unescaped Qing army that were behind.

The road leading to Nanguan passed this open area, which was a narrow valley road. Nearly a thousand people threw away their armor and fled into the pass. The Ming army's pursuit troops followed closely, chasing and fighting, one after another, the Qing army was chopped over and stabbed to death. The door was opened entirely, and the closed artillery also began to fire. They were all small cannons with a short range, so they could not provide assistance to the Qing army in the previous field battles, but at this time they became the best weapon to cover the Qing army's withdrawal into the pass.

Every shell that fell into the crowd rolled up a ball of casualties. But at this moment, no one in the Ming army hesitated. They bravely stepped forward, hoping to cut one more head in exchange for twenty taels or ten taels of silver reward.

Aji protected Bohe Tuo on his chest, ran quickly, and stepped over several Qing troops. At this time, he suddenly saw Gao Xinzhong riding a horse and galloping from the front of him, and screamed twice. Gao Xinzhong turned his head and saw Bohe Tuo, who was covered in blood and still fainting. He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand. Aji hurried forward and placed Bohe Tuo on the horse.

Gao Xinzhong helped Zheng Bo and Tuo handed the knife in his hand to Aji and shouted: "Aji, Nanguan can't be defended anymore. We escort the master to the North City. You are leading the way ahead, and I will follow you."
Chapter completed!