Ao Bai broke through six formations in a row, killing countless people, and the overall defense of the five military camps of the Ming army was torn apart by him from the middle, which almost depended on his own hands. As soon as the 50,000 or 60,000 Ming troops saw the morning sun, they were sent to the underworld by hundreds of thousands of eight-banner iron horsemen who broke into the camp like a giant dragon. Aobai's forward troops also lost most of them, leaving only more than 10,000 men, and the next road seemed to be much easier. The camp of the Ming army had been smashed and was relatively chaotic, and it was difficult to organize an effective frontal defense against the enemy for a while.

The Fifth Army of the Imperial Camp was unable to stop the enemy from continuing to advance, and by this time their chariot formation had been completely pierced. The Qing army could choose any point for a surprise attack, and the Ming army's disadvantage in movement speed simply could not make up for it. Before the defense area of the Northern Army of the Imperial Camp was not broken, Zhu Si, who was awakened by the surprise attack, immediately pulled the most elite cavalry of the Imperial Camp, the Shizhu Army, the Modao Team and the Western mercenaries and the soldiers of the school training guard to the Ming Army's ten-mile joint camp, retreated three miles to the west, and waited here.

The vanguard of Aobai had already begun to assault the camp of the Northern Army, and the 150,000 dense guns of the Northern Army were more stable and reliable than the vehicle formation of the Fifth Army at this time. The five armies of each battalion can be picked up by the hand of one person to pick six battalions, and the total number of troops he led before was already sixteen battalions. But this time, Ao Bai had to face the strength of the entire group of 150,000 Northern Army, and even Sun Wukong could only barely beat 100,000 heavenly soldiers. In the face of the Ming army's 150,000 guns, he chose to wait for backup.

Seeing that the Qing army was like a carp crossing the river, rushing out of the gap on the south side of the camp. The commander of the five armies of the imperial camp made Plug Yinxi have no choice to escape, he made the most dangerous choice in his life, and he went up to plug the gap. This Ming military department Shangshu, whom Zhu Si trusted the most from beginning to end, would not back down no matter what. At this time, all the archers in the camp of the plugging Yin Xi camp had been shot by the Qing army, and if he wanted to block the way of the Qing army, he could only use his own body, isn't his surname a blockage?

He will definitely do it. Of course, he must have guessed the outcome of this. When wave after wave of enemies crashed into his phalanx; When the Ming army blocking Yinxi tried its best to maintain a complete formation to block the iron hooves of the Qing army; When the soldiers around him were falling one by one. Hong Chengchou stood on top of a general's artillery carriage more than a hundred paces away from him, and watched his old comrades-in-arms fall one after another; In this way, the military department Shangshu who watched this Ming Dynasty finally picked up arms to fight the enemy, but he couldn't do anything.

Hong Chengchou only had one arrow after another in vain, shooting the hope in his heart to the ground that was still more than 20 steps away from the enemy in front of Du Yinxi, in order to plug the gap in the south, Du Yinxi was already outside the range of fire support of Hong Chengchou in the north. Even the carved arrows on the ground seemed to understand the master's heart, but they could only struggle with the arrow feathers and sway in the wind. Hong Chengchou shouted, the bowstring had been broken, and he summoned to Du Yinxi from the air: "Brother, you can't!" ”

It was already difficult for him to hold on, and in this life-and-death attack with no hope of victory, only his blood was hot. His sword was cold, his gaze was cold, and the body temperature of his comrades around him were all cold. The Qing army knew the weight of this person, and the flag reflected in the sun fluttered high beside Du Yinxi. Even if it took a little more time, it would be worth it to capture him. But Du Yinxi didn't think so, he wanted to tell his comrade-in-arms in front of Hong Chengchou that as one of the supreme commanders of the Ming army, he should do something alone under the angry eyes of thousands of enemies.

He needs to do what Hong Chengchou has not been able to do before, and there are several options he can make, but they definitely do not include surrender. Wagging his tail and begging for mercy from the bloody enemies who killed his own kind, even if these enemies gave him a position greater than heaven. Du Yinxi did not choose to commit suicide, the sword in his hand was still struggling to block the Qing soldiers' desire to capture him before they approached. 97 Chinese

More Qing soldiers were approaching in front of him, but Du Yinxi was still shouting and fighting with the enemy who was pestering him. What he shouted in his mouth was not any grandiose words, just some swearing: "Old ghost Hong, are you blind, what are you stepping on?" Use it, fire, fire it, fire at me! ”

Hong Chengchou could vaguely hear and understand Gu Yinxi's words. He glanced at his feet, and what he stepped on turned out to be a large general's cannon. "Could it be that Lord Shangshu is letting me? No! This must not be! Hong Chengchou hesitated, but the cannon was at his feet, although he didn't fire, he still aimed the cannon in the direction of Du Yinxi with tears.

"Shoot at me! Otherwise I won't forgive you! Hong Chengchou, you coward! Du Yinxi killed three or five more Qing soldiers, and his legs and the clothes on his left arm were also stained red with his own blood. The long sword in his hand was finally attached to his neck, as long as the Qing soldiers in front of him took another step forward, the Ming Dynasty's military department Shangshu would definitely sacrifice his life to serve the country with death.

Yes, what Du Yinxi said is right, Hong Chengchou is not only afraid of death, but even the lives of his old comrades-in-arms, he also cherishes. He was a man of strategy, but not a brave man, and the biggest weakness in his life was to cherish his feathers too much. If he could withstand the pressure of Chongzhen in the Battle of Songjin that year, he would not be afraid of the black state that Zhang Ruolin of the prison army sued him. If he can dare to fight against the officials like stupid pigs for his own opinions like Sun Chuanting and Lu Xiangsheng, even if he only fights once like Sun Chuanting. Can he really redeem Daming?

No one can give him a positive answer, but he will definitely be able to salvage his reputation and the heroic souls of tens of thousands of Ming soldiers who refused to surrender and finally chose to throw themselves into the sea. The wisdom of Plug Yinxi lies in the fact that even if he inevitably dies, he must use his imminent life to make up for the shortcomings of another person. His greatness lies precisely in his ability to give up the way he ended his life with his own hands, and instead give that choice to those who need to make it. With the long sword in hand, the Qing army is encircling, even if Hong Chengchou can't get his hands on it, Du Yinxi will never be a prisoner. Hong Chengchou finally understood, and he finally did it......

The scorching sun at noon has broken through the white clouds, and the sky is proud of the world. She warmed the living and the dead with her heat, her light shining on the battlefield and on the high banner. There was a loud bang that caused the flag to lose its former owner. The master's figure has been scattered with the wind, the master's blood has been sprinkled on this land and the flag, and even the flag is flying in the air, and that bright red will always be accompanied by the military spirit, waving in the majestic wind of hunting.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated and the red flag remained, and the white-haired general went to the country. The old mother village in front of the door is well, and it is difficult to be loyal and filial piety for two weeks.

Plug Yinxi's life is over, but his story will be continued by his comrades, and when Hong Chengchou understands the meaning between loyalty and forgiveness, wisdom and bravery, what will happen to him?