Abatai has also experienced a long battle formation, and his skill was really good. He twisted his body hard and avoided a shot in the chest. Although he avoided the vital points, a deep bone-sensing hole was cut under his left chest. The Wu Xing tiger spear swept across and hit Abatai's arm. With a click, the left arm broke straight. Abatai rolled to the ground. Wu Xing used a gun to assassinate him, but suddenly saw a black shadow attack.

He instinctively blocked the tiger gun, and only smelled a foul smell. It turned out to be Nabohetu's head. He turned his head and saw that Yue Le had already pounced over and kicked the charcoal stove in the tent. A fire lit up around the tent. Wu Xing wanted to rush to kill again, but was blocked by Yi Geshiha. He shot him in his chest. Although he stabbed Nabohe's heart, the tiger gun was stuck in the bones and could not be pulled out. Seeing that Wu Mu and several companions were blocked, Yue Le cut open a corner of the tent and was about to pull Abatai out. Wu Xing discarded the tiger gun and took the bow and arrow from the rack beside him.

But the bow was not in the string. Fortunately, the heavy arrows used by the Donglu's long-shot bow were short, thick and heavy, like a light spear throwing. He pulled out several of them from Hu Lu and threw them out one after another. One of them hit Abatai's back center. Abatai was not wearing armor, and the arrows passed through the bones and muscles and penetrated into the depths.

Wu Mu killed several people around him, but saw a big hole appearing in the corner of the tent. He asked, "Is Abatae dead?"

"I was shot and stabbed again. I probably lost my life. It's a pity that the captain ran too fast." Wu Xing said immediately.

Wu Mu laughed and said, "It's okay, we were stabbed by us. The master's plan has been completed. You and I will go out, cut off the big flag, set fire to the camp, and make this Qing army camp full of trouble!"

After saying that, the two rushed out, Wu Mu cut off the flagpole with a knife, lit the big tent, and shouted to the surroundings: "Abatai is dead, Abatai is dead!"

There was also a mess outside the tent. The Jurchen cavalry, a community disguised as white-armored soldiers, had set fires in several camps. They lit tents, trucks, food and grass, released the prisoners, cut off the ropes that tied cattle and horses, and slashed hard on the butts of horses and mules. Ding Zhuang ran around, and the cows and horses were trampled randomly. For a moment, the east bank of Qinghe was in chaos.

At the same time, the sound of the low ox horn sounded outside the camp. As the sound of the horn sounded, Li Mingxun and Ba Hai each led cavalry to raid the Donglu agreed. In the night sky, a round of gunfire sounded, and then a wave of bowstrings and arrows flew over like locusts. It was already dark. The Donglu cavalry was originally huddled near the camp. First, they saw the fire in the headmaster's camp and the big flag fell. Then they heard the news that the general was ordered to be killed. They did not dare to speak out and had to defend themselves.

The cavalry in the camp was not bad. They avoided the cavalry organized by Yuele and raided into other camps with weak defense. The strong cavalry were in front and shot left and right, while the dragon cavalry was behind, harvesting their lives with sabers. Whenever they attacked a camp, they set fire and killed and slashed randomly. Some people even threw the gunpowder packs that had been prepared into the fire. From time to time, there were explosions, which alarmed the livestock in the camp and caused more chaos.

The Qing army battalions were running, some people rode on horses and ran around, while more people rushed to the ferry. It was dark and they couldn't see clearly. Many people were trapped in the mud, and some people accidentally entered the deep water area and could not move. They were shot and killed by the cavalry on the shore one by one. The river water was stained with blood. However, the actual crossing area was flooded with too many people, and the soldiers of each flag pushed and shoved, causing more chaos.

The Eastern Barbarians were completely in chaos, and the cavalry teams attacked one after another, either shooting at the bow or stabbing with spears. The Eastern Barbarians were full of corpses on the east bank, and the crying sounds continued late at night.

Let’s talk about Abatai’s escape from the heavens. Yue Le ignored his father and ran towards the river. Anyone who was blocking, whether it was the enemy raiding or the Eight Banners patrolling, shot and dispersed. Nearly a hundred people crossed the river on a river beach and ran in the deep night sky. But they couldn’t see clearly at midnight. The riverbed of the Daqing River was extremely wide and had a lot of mud, so they had to abandon most of the horses.

It was not until the early morning that the group of people successfully crossed the river. Yue Le's young face was full of hatred. He grabbed the tail of the war horse and climbed the river embankment. Seeing Abatai leaning over the horse's back, blood staining the big abdomen of the war horse red. There was no movement. He quickly took off his boots, ran over to hold the reins, and said, "Stop quickly, something happened to the general."

The group stopped and helped Abatai down from his horse. Yue Le tore open Abatai's clothes after pain. The wound on his left rib was deep and the bones could be seen. The squirming internal organs could be seen faintly. The arrows on his back were about inch of flesh. From Abatai's panting sound, he knew that it had hurt the lung leaves. He endured his grief, stood up, and looked around. This was the wilderness. Not to mention the doctor's medicine stone, there was no hot water. When he was at a loss, Yue Le hugged Abatai and cried bitterly.

But Abatai woke up, and the severe pain made him describe it as twisted. He looked down at his blood-filled son and said, "Yuele, don't cry... be like a man!"

After saying a few words, Abatai felt his whole body trembling, his mouth was full of fishy smell. He knew that he was about to die and said, "The clay pot will not break away from the well, and the general will inevitably die in front of the formation. I, Abatai, died on the battle formation, is better than a strong man who died of old age and illness in the bed. It's a pity that I didn't see the Central Plains of the Qing Dynasty. The Aisin Jueluo family ruled the world, and I was unwilling to accept it."

Yue Le wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Ama, it's his son's fault, it's his son's fault."

Abatai smiled, his face became paler, and he said, "What's wrong with you? You are already good in Lao Khan's grandson. The future will still be the pillar of the Qing Dynasty. I inherit my ambitions and expand the territory for the Qing Dynasty..."

As he said that, Abatai spitted out a mouthful of black blood, and his chest became brighter. He looked east from afar and saw that the east bank had burned the camp, spreading for more than ten miles. In the flames, there were people running around everywhere. From time to time, miserable howlings came, and the ferry crossing was constantly fighting. He had been fighting for such a lifetime, and knew that the elite white armor and the lowly Aha were no different. They were all at the mercy of others. He said helplessly: "If you don't talk about those, I can't live anymore, but I can't be taken advantage of by the enemy."

"After I die, take my body back to Liaodong. If I can't do it, burn it on the spot and don't let Nikan get involved. In addition, when I return to the central army, I hand over the military power to Turge, and let a person with similar figures wear my armor and ride my horse to block the news. If I die, I can only inform the entire army after returning to Liaodong..."

"Cough cough... I must tell the emperor that the Eastban Islands are... the enemy of the Qing Dynasty, and you should not be underestimated... No..." As he said that, Abatai's breathing became rapid, his mouth and nose were covered with blood foam, dyeing the large piece of his clothes on his chest red. He could no longer speak at this time. His stiff hand raised and pointed to the east, his eyes stared at the burning fire in the distance, and his face was filled with grief and anger and unwillingness.

Yue Le said in Abatai's ear: "Ama, I must inherit your ambition and destroy the Eastern Islander."

Abatai seemed to have heard this, or his vitality was cut off. He whimpered, his head tilted, and he died on the desolate river bank.

On the banks of the Daqing River.

Li Mingxun rode his horse to the dam by the river and felt the warmer spring breeze. The spring rain like oil hit Li Mingxun's armor under the blowing of the wind. The sound of the slap was constantly. The delicate rain flowed down the dam, gathering the blood from the corpse. The light red rain filled the earth. I think the plants and trees here will thrive this year.

More than ten miles around the ferry were ruins of war, burning wooden stakes, remaining corpses, dense horse hoof prints and arrows scattered in the grass. In the rain and fog, thousands of people wandered and swayed on the battlefield. Most of these people were Ding Zhuang who were captured from all over Shandong. At this time, they picked up some useful supplies on the battlefield. They took down the tents and made them into packages, buried them on the spot to make rice, and stewed the food robbed by the Donglu and some dead livestock as dry food to return to their hometown.

Some people were also inspired by the club and were willing to follow the club to Taiwan. At this time, they were escorting the captured prisoners to bury their bodies. In the battle of the Qing River, the fierce battle was fought all night. All the camps left by the Qing army in Hedong collapsed. The Eastern Barbarians fled in scattered. Only the armored soldiers fled to the west bank with gold, silver and soft soft materials. Most of the Baoyi slaves stayed in Hedong. These Han people and Korean slaves who bowed to the East Barbarians surrendered to the club again during the life and death stage, proving that people can't stand up after kneeling for a long time.

The noble leaders of the prisoners were either beheaded or captured, becoming military achievements of Wu Xing and others. Most of them survived, with a total of about 7,000. These sinners who helped the evildoers and helped the invaders kill their clan will spend the rest of their lives forever in the mine cave.

"This adventure was really done right." Li Mingxun sighed and said. Although one-third of his side had died or injured in the melee, the results of the battle were extremely huge. There were more than a thousand heads of Manchu Zhenyi, and the rest of the Han army and Mongolia had more than two thousand captives, more than seven thousand rescued the people, and more than 100,000 livestock were obtained.

"Your Excellency, what are we going to do now?" Ba Hai walked to Li Mingxun and asked.

Li Mingxun asked: "Bahai, I ask you to release some prisoners to cross the river and tell the Donglu that our army has the strength. Have you done it?"

"Of course, I did as you told me, but Donglu had no intention of stopping and went straight north. It seemed that he did not want to get entangled with the community." Ba Hai whispered.

Li Mingxun sighed helplessly. He originally planned to lure the Donglu to fight again. Although he was not strong enough and could not compete head-on, he could also use the vast territory of the Ming Dynasty to drag the Donglu to hold it down. The fat and thin ones were dragged to death. The Donglu could return to Liaodong by one less person, and he would have one more chance of winning in the future. However, he did not expect that the Donglu, who had an absolute advantage, had no intention of revenge after such a large-scale loss. The entire army gave up the Hedong friendly army and led the camp to the north.

"The Eastern Barbarian Army gathered up and went north directly. The distance was much faster than before, and even killed cattle, sheep and other livestock with slower footing." Wu Mu reported the news he had just found to Li Mingxun.

Although the plan was not successful, Li Mingxun said: "I thought too much. I was not strong enough to change the status quo. However, Donglu was acting like this, I am afraid that Abatai would be dead as Wu Xing said."

"Take it seriously?" Wu Xing widened his eyes and asked excitedly. If he killed Abatai with his own hands, it would be a huge contribution.

Li Mingxun said: "General Wu is afraid he won't get this credit. Even if Abatae dies, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, people will not know."

Wu Xing shook his head helplessly: "Hey, I avenge my compatriots who died in the Ming Dynasty. It depends on God's will."

Li Mingxun glanced at Wu Xing, and the more satisfied he was with the man, he said, "If I talk to Mr. Zeng for you, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"Mr. Li, what should I do now?" Wu Xing asked with his fist, his eyes a little wandering. Although he made great contributions, there were many casualties in the Daqing River melee. His subordinates can fight only four or five hundred cavalry, and his combat power has been greatly reduced. In the past, the martial arts army would ask for battle and make another contribution. But now the martial arts army is already the General Secretary of the Communist Party of China. After this battle, it is at least a guerrilla rank, which means he is qualified to lead a battalion of troops alone. He doesn't want all his subordinates to die.

Lee Mingxun smiled and said, "Of course I'm chasing you."

"The elite of the Eastern Captains have not been damaged." Wu Xing reminded.
Chapter completed!