Generals are brave enough to witness their general being easily killed like slaughtering chickens and dogs, even the elite soldiers cannot withstand this psychological pressure.

Above the city wall, the Duke of England and Li Guozhen were also stunned when they watched this scene.

The British Duke said in a trembling voice: "The prince... actually killed the general of the rebel army?"

Li Guozhen took a deep breath and said slowly: "Kill the general of the rebel army again."

Duke of England: "…"

Also shocked and puzzled were Li Zicheng.

Due to distance, Li Zicheng could not observe the situation on the battlefield as intuitively as the British Duke and Li Guozhen on the city wall. He could only look far away and wait for the information sent back from the front line.

Fortunately, Niu Jinxing was chatting and flattering, giving Li Zicheng a reassurance.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Liu Fangliang is also a brave man. This time, the official army will definitely be unable to bear it. Our Dashun is here to take over the world by the order of heaven. The demise of the Ming Dynasty is today!"

Suddenly, Song Xiance shouted: "No, why is the personal guard losing?"

Niu Jinxing turned his head and glared at Song Xiance: "Mr. Song, what are you talking nonsense? How could the personal guard retreat?"

Li Zicheng's eyes turned to the city wall, and suddenly he also condensed, with an extremely wonderful expression.

Yes, the most elite personal guard under his command is really retreating.

Moreover, it is still the kind of retreat that is defeated like a mountain!

Li Zicheng could even see that the flag representing the Ming Dynasty was constantly flying and moving forward. In front of the Ming Dynasty flag were countless rebel soldiers fleeing in a panic!

Li Zicheng's body began to tremble.

"What's going on?"

No one answered.

Li Zicheng roared: "What the hell is going on?"

Finally, a fast horse arrived with the scout, and the scout immediately reported a message without anyone's face.

"Your Majesty, General Liu Fangliang has been killed in battle!"

Li Zicheng was struck by lightning, and the other ministers of the Dashun Army present also changed their faces.

Liu Zongmin died, Li Yan was seriously injured, and now even Liu Fangliang is dead!

Li Zicheng screamed, suddenly pulled out his long sword from his waist and chopped it down at Zhu Qiugui, the King of Jin in the Ming Dynasty, who was not far away.

After a few screams, Zhu Qiugui was directly killed by Li Zicheng's ravage sword.

But this did not calm Li Zicheng's anger. His eyes turned to Zhu Chuan, the King of Dai beside King Jin, and smiled coldly.

King Dai shivered and was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but Li Zicheng cut down again.

Between the high platforms, the smell of blood suddenly spread.

Niu Jinxing and others were shocked and fell to their knees.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

Li Zicheng was silent for a moment, threw the long sword in his hand heavily, and just fell into the chest of the King of Dai.

"Send the order to withdraw the troops, and give me the troops!"

Li Zicheng almost gritted his teeth and shouted this sentence.

Because he knew that this battle was really impossible to fight!

After a moment, a harsh sound of gold sounds sounded from the camp of the rebel army, and countless rebel army retreated like a tide.

Above the city wall, the Duke of England and Li Guozhen couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Okay, that's really great!"

Outside the city, a system sounded in Zhu Cilang's ears.

"Congratulations to the host for killing Liu Fangliang and completing the task perfectly. Please return to the capital quickly to avoid deep danger when the sequelae occurs!"

Zhu Cilang let out a long breath and stopped.

"Brothers, we won! Now, go home with me!"

Amid the shocking cheers, the flag representing the Ming Dynasty was flying fiercely.
Chapter completed!