There were corpses everywhere in the woods, and the abandoned camp was still burning with raging fires in the distance. In addition to the "crackling" sound of wood burning, the occasional sniffing sound of war horses that lost their masters in the forest.

There was no one's voice, everything was so quiet, and there was nothing but the smell of blood in the air and the burnt smell of the corpse. Looking around, the dead were afraid that there were hundreds of feet all the way, and I don't know how many people died, but there was no living person, even if there was a serious injury and undead twitching.

Weapons and helmets were scattered everywhere, and the blood of the dead turned the land into the color of late autumn, bright red.

On the tall trees, a few crows croaked and yelled, breaking the deadly silence.

"call!"

A pile of corpses suddenly heard a loud breathing sound.

The corpse with a spear in the upper chest moved for a moment, rolling down, and the two corpses below also moved. Then a bare head stretched out from the two heads, the man with a bloody face opened his mouth wide and breathed desperately.

Until the chest was no longer suppressed and there was no sense of suffocation, the bare head squeezed up again and squeezed hard, and finally the whole person's body came out of the pile of corpses with difficulty.

The braid behind the head looked like a little snake under the flames in the distance.

His name is Erzhu, the third armored twelve Zuoreng of the Yellow Banner, and the old Jurchen surname is Niuhulu. He was shocked by the explosion of the Ming army. When he woke up again, this place would become what it is now.

Maybe it was because his head hit the tree and was shocked when it exploded. Erzhu's head hurt so much, and he felt a little dizzy.

He staggered out of the pile of corpses and picked up a long sword from whom he didn't know. Looking around, there was no enemy, only corpses, and the shack that burned only to the rack.

Erzhu didn't know where he should go now, he didn't know where the Ezhens were, where the banner master was, and even where the Khan King was, or even where the Ming army was.

He could only stumble forward and walk forward without a single person.

He wanted to stay away from these corpses, walking in a place where dead bodies were everywhere. The sense of horror was something Erzhu had never had before.

After walking for more than twenty feet, a person suddenly heard the voices of people in front of him. He could not hear clearly or understand them. They were neither Jurchen nor Chinese.

Erzhu bent down vigilantly and quietly touched the forest. He wanted to see it clearly.

The sound is getting louder and closer.

Erzhu, who was squatting behind the pine tree for a moment, saw seven or eight people with braids as him kneeling on the ground with their hands tied. Strangely, these Jurchens were all taken off their clothes, and around them, more than a dozen Korean soldiers were carrying the bodies.

The Koreans carried the corpses of the Ming army. They placed the corpses of the Ming army by the bonfire. However, the Korean soldiers couldn't even look at the corpses of the Jurchens.

"Move faster. The soldiers and generals of the Ming Dynasty are fighting with Jianzhou slaves. If we can't do these small things well, we will be ashamed of the soldiers and generals of the Ming Dynasty!"

The two military officers in North Korea were talking, so don’t use Zhe Chong Jin Yuanfu. As he spoke, the long knife in his hand chopped the neck of the Jurchen who was kneeling beside him. With a "puff", the Jurchen man's head rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out a blood column between his neck.

Although the other kneeling Jurchens were already numb, they still shrank their necks at the same time. They knew what they were going to do, but their instinct to survive still prompted several of them to cry and beg for mercy.

"Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me!"

"Give me your life?"

Jin Yuanfu looked at the Jurchens with disgust, and swung the knife in his hand again, and another head rolled to the ground.

"They're left to you!"

Jin Won-fu may be tired of slashing, so he signaled his men to come and help him continue slashing. In order to catch these Jurchens who missed the net, he lost several subordinates.

"Yes, sir!"

The Korean soldiers laughed, and several people came up to cut off the Jurchens' heads one by one, and then kicked their heads from one end to the other like kicking a football, and then from the other end to the other end, coming and going, without feeling bored at all.

Erzhu looked at the scene in front of her, covered her mouth tightly, and ran away like a loss of soul.

He wanted to leave here, the farther away, the better. Even if he ran to the deep mountains and forests to be a savage, it would be better than to suffer in this hell!

Along the way, his mind was all over the dead bodies, the heads that were kicked around and the grim laughter of the Koreans.

How could this happen? How could this happen!

The Eight Banners were defeated, and the Great Jin was defeated!

Erzhu didn't know, he didn't know anything, he rushed towards several figures who were walking towards him.

Then I saw an extremely familiar person, Lord Sarbihan, the Minister of General Affairs of their banner.

However, Lord Saphihan was tied up and the Korean soldiers were also escorted, with three people.

"Jurchen!"

The three Korean soldiers saw the bare-headed Erzhu and immediately shouted and waved their swords to kill them.

Erzhu turned around in fear, but instead met with a knife and chopped a Korean soldier to the ground with one knife. The other two Korean soldiers were shocked when they saw it, and looked at each other, one with a knife, and one stabbed Erzhu with a spear.

Erzhu blocked the Korean soldier with a knife, but the Korean soldier with a spear approached him. At the critical moment, Sabihan shouted and knocked him towards the Korean soldier with his body. Erzhu took the opportunity to turn sideways and end the Korean soldier with a knife.

Another Korean soldier saw two companions being killed one after another, and was stunned for a moment and turned his head and ran away. He ran and shouted, but he asked for help.

"grown ups!"

Erzhu hurriedly cut off the rope from Sabihan's body with a knife.

"Go away!"

Sabihan pulled Erzhu into the forest without saying a word. The two kept running, running, until they were still breathing, until their hearts could not bear the violent beating, and they were both paralyzed on the ground and breathing in big mouths.

At that moment, it was as if only the two of them were in the world.

But for some reason, the gaze in the eyes of the two was particularly bright.

There are flames reflecting the sky less than thirty feet away from them.

Sabihan and Erzhu looked at each other, and they walked carefully towards the fire.

Through the dense forest, the two of them saw a Shura hell.

Thousands of corpses fell in a mess in the ravine, and some places were burning, not the burning of wood, but the burning of corpses.

In the valley, a Ming army was stabbing the corpse on the ground with a spear. A Ming army general cut off the flagpole that was inserted on the slope and threw the falling military flag into the fire.

"this..."

Erzhu was stunned. It was the big banner of Zhenghong Banner.

"The red flag is over, it's over... Thousands of soldiers and so many lives are gone like mowed grass... If we don't die like this, we have to change our way of living..."

Sabihan murmured, and then he heard the voices coming from behind him.

"What did he say?"

Eunuch Wei looked at the two braided soldiers in front of him strangely.

Afoni, deputy head of the Returning Home Regiment, hurriedly said: "When he replied to his father-in-law, he would have to change his way of death."

"oh."

Eunuch Wei waved his hand and ordered Afoni: "Then you help them change their way of death."

"Yes, father-in-law!"

Afoni responded with a few father-in-law's guards, and rushed forward with swords, forcing Sabihan and Erzhu to the edge of the cliff.

"Do you jump by yourself or do you want us to help you?"

Afoni gave the two a choice, a very simple multiple-choice question.
Chapter completed!