Can you win?

Dasu has no bottom in his heart, but as a veteran of the battlefield, he knows very well that although he is bound to be extremely dangerous, he is not without opportunities.

Therefore, for fear of making mistakes, he continued to deploy troops, and even mobilized the troops left behind in the battalion.

In Dasu's opinion, as long as he can hold half a pillar of incense for a long time, he can repel the opponent's attack as long as he rushes to plunder and kill the light pawns of the loyal army. As for the loyal and righteous army in front of them, they have run out of oil, as long as those loyal and righteous soldiers who killed from the Yellow River can stop them, those people are not afraid at all!

Just as Da Su continued to deploy troops, trying to save the tide of the war, a black shadow in the air with a little smoke trail flew over, although it did not hit the person, but before the people around reacted, the shell exploded, and the 12 catties of cannonball containing ten taels of gunpowder were extremely powerful, and in a blink of an eye, the vicinity of the handsome banner where Da Su was was completely swallowed by a burst of gunsmoke. In the explosion, the iron fragments directly blew up the Shuai Flag, and the rising gunpowder smoke directly covered the people near the Shuai Banner.

"The big handsome is dead, the big handsome is dead......"

Although Da Su and the others were still uncertain about their life and death, the Eight Banners soldiers who were originally fleeing back saw this scene, and immediately shouted loudly in horror.

"The big handsome is dead, the big handsome is dead......"

The first to hear this burst of exclamations was not even Iltu, who was constantly driving the defeated soldiers to regroup, but the Qing cavalry who were rushing to try to save the situation on the left flank, they would just be able to see Shuai Qi, almost at the moment when Shuai Qi fell, these cavalry from the Mongolian steppe of Mengbaqi gave up the order to reinforce the left flank almost without thinking, but fled directly in the direction of Suqian City.

No one thought that a shell with no accurate head would actually play a decisive role. directly led to the collapse of the Qing army.

"Da Shuai is dead, Da Shuai was killed by a flowering bomb!"

On the battlefield, the fleeing Qing soldiers shouted in horror, even the Eight Banners who had finally formed a team would turn around one after another and flee to the rear as if they were dead......

And the fastest reaction is the green battalion soldiers, those left wing of the green battalion soldiers have been suddenly killed by the loyal army pikemen, this will turn around and see the handsome flag falling, all of them are frightened to drop their weapons, scatter their legs and flee, they even fled, while taking off their uniforms, for fear that the uniforms will bring their lives to danger.

"Kill!"

When Zhu Mingzhong, who was on the battlefield, saw the Qing army in front of him fleeing in all directions, he immediately issued an order to pursue.

"Kill!"

And Yu Shujie was also keenly aware of the changes on the battlefield, he gathered the remnants of his soldiers, and when he moved closer to Jingluo, he commanded the brothers to move forward to kill.

"Kill!"

Yao Wuguo, who crawled out of the pile of corpses, still pounced on the nearest Green Battalion soldier, although he couldn't even stand on his feet because of the blood loss so much. The green battalion soldier was so frightened by the man who came out of the pile of dead people that he turned around and ran, not caring that Yao Wuguo was empty-handed, but he was holding a blood-dripping waist knife in his hand.

"Kill!"

"Killing ......"

On the battlefield, this deafening roar was the only sound, and along with it was a cry of joy and a cry of terror for mercy.

The pikemen who had just waded over the Yellow River raised their spears and kept stabbing at the enemy with their backs to them, even if the enemy knelt on the ground and cried incessantly, the sharp spear head would still pierce their chests and necks. Not only them, but also the brothers who had been fighting for several hours, and who were tired and even out of breath, were also shouting and slashing the enemy.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

There are also those who have been injured and fallen to the ground, as long as they can still walk and lift their weapons, they will also raise their weapons and rush towards those Qing captives who fled in terror!

No one showed mercy, even when the Qing soldiers who did not flee in a hurry knelt on the ground and raised their hands and cried for mercy, the soldiers who pursued them would still pierce their chests and cut off their heads.

"Spare your life! I, I'm also Han ......"

The green battalion soldiers, kneeling on the ground, held aloft two ingots of silver with white flowers, and wept there, trying to redeem their lives with the silver.

"Master Jun, give you the silver ......"

But what awaited him was a blade without the slightest mercy.

After cutting off the head of a Qing army, Zhu Mingzhong, who was already exhausted, sat on the ground suddenly, and he didn't even have the strength to sit there, he sat there with his head hanging down, blood was constantly dripping from the tip of his nose, chin, and hair, and his face and body were full of blood, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of blood, and even his eyelashes were hung with blood beads.

Whose blood is this?

Is it the enemy's? Or is it your own?

Zhu Mingzhong didn't know at all, he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep well, but he still struggled with his eyes, although the strength made him unable to even raise his head, but he still listened with his ears up, listening to the happy shouts and killings on the battlefield.

The wind blowing from the Yellow River gently caressed his face, making Zhu Mingzhong's boiling blood seem to be a little colder, but his ears still echoed the sound of shouting and killing......

"Handsome, handsome......"

I don't know who is shouting himself, Zhu Mingzhong, who was sitting on the ground, wanted to turn his head to see who was shouting him, but his head was so heavy that he couldn't even turn around, finally, in his sight, he saw a brother lying beside him, the alternative armor on this brother was full of blood, and his face was also bloody, what was his name?

Call?

Only then did Zhu Mingzhong realize that he didn't even remember the name of this brother, even if he was his own soldier, because only they would wear this kind of alternative armor.

His lips seemed to move, what was he trying to say?

Struggling, Zhu Mingzhong picked up the brother, supported his head with his legs, the brother's lips moved again, he leaned over his head, and heard a faint voice.

“…… Handsome...... Guys...... Won ......"

Before the words were finished, the brother's head tilted to the side, looking at the brother in his arms, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly burst into tears, crying while holding the dead brother tightly.

"Win, win, we win......"