The Ming army was extremely fierce and could not survive even if they surrendered.

To these Ming soldiers, the heads of the Eight Banners soldiers were as valuable as gold.

If you have the opportunity to cut your head and exchange merit and reward, why don’t these Ming soldiers do it?

Moreover, the Eight Banners Army regards honor as the most important thing.

He surrendered like this, what should his family do?

Wouldn't it be looked down upon by all the bannermen?

Even if he survives by chance, his tribe members will have to live with other people's fingers for the rest of their lives.

This is something that Mulitu cannot accept anyway.

"Fight with them!"

Mulitu said to himself.

He clamped the horse's belly and prepared for his last charge, but at this moment an arrow shot directly into Mulitu's eyes.

Ah! His world instantly turned dark.

The sky turned dizzy, and then turned into a quiet and lonely place.

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Chapter completed!