More than 400 Mongolian cavalry blocked Yue Le's escape route. One horse cut off the Goshha who killed Yue Le, and the other pulled the bow and shot arrows. On the slope, dozens of Taiping generals had already cut down the crumbling trees and pushed them down the mountain. More than a dozen big trees rolled down from top to bottom, crossing the middle of the road, dividing the Qing army that was congested at the exit into two. Some Qing soldiers could not dodge and were actually paralyzed by the big trees. Branches grew on the big trees, sweeping away many Qing soldiers' heads and blood.

The falling tree completely blocked the Qing army's way out. Although Yue Le's Goshha was a full of elite soldiers and was very capable, but in the chaos of the entire army, personal bravery was useless. More than a dozen Goshha abandoned horses and jumped over the big tree, lifting their swords forward, shouting at Goshha behind them, asking them to move the big tree away and protect the prince to rush out. But before these Goshha had even taken a few steps, they were shot by a random arrow, and a sharp arrow shot into the strong head's mouth, and it was tearing half of his mouth away.

The Mutu and Wu Chongshan led the Mongolian soldiers to ride horses and kill the Qing army that were cut off by the big tree because of the rear path. The Qing soldiers could not stop it at all and were buried in the corpse. The remaining Qing soldiers turned around and jumped on the tree, but they snatched it. Dozens of people fell into the big trees. The fallen people didn't get up, and their bodies were ruthlessly stepped by their companions. Some Qing soldiers who had just jumped up on the trunk had not yet been able to raise their feet to make the next jump, but were shot by the Mongolian soldiers with an arrow. Their bodies fell heavily, but they couldn't fall. Instead, they hung on the branches and swayed gently.

The scene in front of him made Yue Le extremely anxious. He stood on the horse and tightly tied the reins. Until now, he didn't know which troops were ambushing him. Even when he heard the Mongolian soldiers shouting, he had an illusion that he thought it was the Mongolian army who was in trouble. But the red uniforms worn by the Mongolian soldiers told him that they were not the Qing soldiers, but the Ming soldiers!

Just as Roto was surprised on the battlefield in Guangxi that day, Yue Le could not believe it, nor could he accept that there would be Mongolian soldiers in the Ming army, and he could not accept that he was captured alive!

Yue Le took a deep breath. He had never encountered such danger today since he was 20 years old. He knew that if he could not stand out, he would become the second Jidu and the third Prince of Manzhou to be killed in the pass in the Qing Dynasty.

Yue Le never thought about being captured. If it really came to the end, he would choose to commit suicide without hesitation. Even if he died, he would not make himself a shame to the Qing Dynasty or Manzhou.

"Protect the prince, protect the prince!"

The head of the governor Solibai was injured by a big tree rolling down the mountain, and his cavalry was also injured by the Ming army's muskets. He could only drag one of his injured leg to Yue Le under the protection of his personal soldiers. Looking around, there were Ming army everywhere, and the narrow official road was densely filled with people's heads, but most of them were long-haired thieves in red clothes.

"Prince, I will protect you to stand out!"

Soribai held Yue Le's horse's legs and shouted that Goshha and the Han army around rushed over to protect Yue Le's breakthrough. Han Daxun and others also retreated while fighting, trying to join Yue Le and rushed out together.

"Stop them!"

Seeing that the two Qing troops were about to meet, Fan Da'an, a hundred households, was stabbed by the battalion soldiers, and stumbled and shouted at his subordinates to rush up to stop the Qing soldiers. Dozens of Taiping troops holding spears immediately abandoned the collapsed battalion soldiers and rushed towards Han Daxun's troops to support the spears.

"Shoot, shoot arrow!"

The Manzhou Inlaid Yellow Banner General tried hard to lead a dozen Goshha and the governor of Baoyi to lead a team of Han troops to retreat here. When he saw a team of Ming troops rushing up from the front, he immediately ordered an arrow.

The Ming army's guns and bows were also shot out at the same time, and two thunders fell into the Han army. Before the thunders exploded, the Han army, which had suffered enough to have the pain of this firecracker, immediately scattered and fled around. Han Daxun, who had no cover for soldiers, was immediately hit by a stone with his right socket, and his eyes were smashed to pieces. The stone penetrated Han Daxun's eyes more than an inch deep into Han Daxun's eyes, and he covered his eyes and screamed, and blood gushed out along his five fingers.

Seeing the tragic situation of Lord Dutong, the Han army was so heartbroken that the little courage that had just gathered up disappeared instantly. Seeing that there were Ming troops around, there was no way to go to heaven and no way to the ground, they actually knelt down and begged for surrender.

The incompetence and cowardice of the Han army made the Manzhou governor furious, but he was unable to stop it, and he could not even scold him. It was obvious that he and his subordinates, Goshha and the Baoyun slaves became the targets of the Ming army. The Ming army gunners hiding on the slopes on both sides were fired at them from time to time. The area where they worked was like a death penalty area, and the other Manchu soldiers and the unsuccessful Han army did not dare to get closer.

Damn, why does it hurt so much?

The bunch of dead bodies that were not far away from the effort suddenly moved, and then they were turned to the side. A bald head with blood on his forehead slightly fell from the ground. While rubbing his forehead as swollen as an egg, the bald head cursed that some of his eyes had just been unaware of the eyes pushed him, but then he fell to the ground and knocked hard on a stone as big as a pebbly, causing him to faint on the spot.

While rubbing his head, Li Jinsheng found a Qing army official waving a knife in front of him and shouting something. When he found that there were two soldiers beside the Qing army official, he felt that this was the fortune given to him by God, so he stopped rubbing his head, but grabbed the spear of a dead soldier beside him and crawled quietly from the ground to the Qing army official.

"Poke your code!"

Li Jinsheng jumped up with confidence and stabbed the Qing army official hard on the back. Unexpectedly, he failed. The other party turned around and avoided the sting that he was determined to win.

Seeing a blood-filled Ming army trying to stab him to death, he tried to slash his sword in anger. Li Jinsheng said "Oh my God" and was so scared that he let go of the spear in his hand. Then a donkey rolled to the other side. He vaguely felt that there were Qing soldiers next to him, so he grabbed a hard object and smashed it to the other side.

The heavy blow of the stone and the giant front made Geshha, who wanted to help his master cut off the Ming army, unable to help but soften. He knelt on one knee. Before he could stand up again, his forehead was hit hard again. He felt Venus flashing straight, and then his eyes turned black and fell to the ground.

On the other side, the hard-working Baoyi slave also slashed at him. Li Jinsheng had nothing to stop him, so he made up his mind to smash the stones in his hand at the Baoyi slave. He didn't know if he had mastered a skill in a magical marble or if the blind cat hit the dead mouse. This time he hit the Baoyi slave's head heavily, and immediately knocked the Baoyi slave's head heavily. The man shook his head, raised his head and fell down.

"Good skills!"

Seeing that Li Jinsheng, who can only brag about dirty jokes, was so brave and so solid, Fan Daan and the soldiers were stunned.

Li Jinsheng grinned, as if it was easy to deal with such a small enemy, but his heart was irritating. If he didn't hit the hit just now, he would be afraid that he would really become a dead person.

The Ming army thief killed his two subordinates in a row, trying like a lonely man, bared his teeth and slashed his mouth and wanted to kill the thief.

Li Jinsheng was not so embarrassed this time. The success of killing two people made him really think that he was invincible, so he did not dodge and bent down to pick up a spear and thrust towards Zou. The miracle happened again. In the stunned expressions of Fan Da'an and the Taiping Army, his spear actually thrust firmly on Zou's chest.

Um?!

Li Jinsheng was overjoyed. Could it be that he really made great contributions to this day? But after only a few seconds of happiness, his expression changed rapidly because he saw that his spearhead did not penetrate the body of the Tartar official.

How could it be?!

Li Jinsheng was so shocked that his soul was about to fly out, thinking that this high-ranking Tartar official had mastered the golden bell cover that was legendary in the world, and could not have an iron cloth shirt!

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