Yu Chen Xin ignored Huang Taiji's words, no matter how much he shouted and sarcastic, he couldn't move Chen Xin's will.

He silently watched Su Zhuang stumble over, the blood slowly penetrated the other party's padded jacket, and a part of the blood flowed down the trouser tube and fell into the boots.

However, at this time, no one helped him, and no one except his own brother should participate in this "ceremony".

Huang Taiji watched Su Zhuang, whose face was covered with blood, come over, and finally couldn't maintain that resolute expression anymore, he kept talking to the people he knew around him, and kept shouting, hoping to attract the attention of the Houjin army in the surrounding camp.

However, everything was in vain, and the closest to this place was the ancestral private soldier whom he personally selected to show "goodwill", and moreover, it was the lowest combat effectiveness of the army.

This group of people, at the first moment of the riot, ran away, where can they still hear the movement here!

In several other directions, the troops that can provide close rescue were also panicked by the previous assault team, and now, they are still fighting fires.

Huang Taiji shouted several times and found that it had no effect, but he did not give up, and continued to shout while preparing to get a war knife from the guard next to him to buy himself a little time.

However, at this time, he realized that one of his legs was crushed by the fallen war horse, unable to move, and could not reach any of the weapons around him.

Su Zhuang no longer had the strength to pay attention to other things, and at this moment, he only had Huang Taiji alone in his eyes.

Ten years ago, it was the father of the person in front of him, on the edge of the Hunhe River, who led the superior forces to fight against the Ming army composed of Sichuan soldiers and Zhejiang soldiers.

However, in the end, they were betrayed by traitors, and a group of artillerymen stationed in the city that had just been breached, tempted by money, dragged the cannons and bombarded their own ranks.

In the end, on the edge of the Hunhe River, 7,000 Ming soldiers were martyred.

Seven thousand, seven thousand, died there.

Now, Nurhachi is gone, but his son Huang Taiji is still there, and since Huang Taiji has inherited the position of the pseudo-khan of the Houjin Kingdom, then all the sins should naturally be counted on his head.

Gradually approaching Huang Taiji's Su Zhuang, his eyes slowly changed, and the faces of these strangers who were guarding him along the way on both sides turned into those comrades-in-arms and brothers who died in bloody battles by the Hunhe River in front of him.

When he entered the camp, Uncle Chen, who took him, chattered there, "Xiao Su, you have to hold on to the knife, on the battlefield, losing the knife is equivalent to losing your life." ”

The big man from the same team came over with a needle and thread, "Zhuang'er, why is this blanket broken?" Come, unload, and I'll make it up for you. ”

The brother who came to be a soldier with the same clan came over with an ash pole and a spear, and asked curiously, "Brother, where is this Shenyang?" The above asked us to save Shenyang, I haven't heard of this place. ”

"It's not good, Shenyang has fallen, the Tartar cavalry rushed over, the whole army organized a defense on the spot, repelled this wave, and immediately retreated to the other side of the river." This is the voice of the marshal who is anxious after encountering the report of the sentry.

And after his own guerrilla team defeated the Tartar strikers at that time, the loud voice shouted, "Yo, I left after a round of confrontation, which team of the Tartars is this?" If it's in our Sichuan soldiers, this can't be killed! ”

"The Tartar army is coming, we can't leave, I'm afraid we have to fight here." This was said by an officer beside him when he broke the enemy's advance and hurried to retreat.

"Haha, do you see, the Yellow Flag Army has been defeated and retreated, the army here always blows how powerful the Tartars are, but I haven't seen how powerful the pro-army around the Tartar puppet king is." Yes, that is the most glorious memory in memory, the border army and various war reports at that time said how powerful the Tartar was, but the Yellow Flag Army led by Nurhachi was not the same as being beaten and fled, if it weren't for the fact that there was no cavalry on his side, this battle would have been different a long time ago.

However, then, the picture in front of him turned blood red, and in the face of a shell that could pierce several soldiers with a single shot, the general exclaimed in surprise, "What's going on?" How could a Tartar have such a cannon? Where did they get this thing? None of us recruits have such good artillery. ”

Su Zhuang's memory at this time was extremely clear, at that time, he had good eyes, and when he saw the cannon fired on the opposite side, he was actually wearing the mandarin duck fat jacket of the Ming official army, and everyone understood that this was the artillery erected on the head of Shenyang City to defend the Tartars.

"What are the defenders of Shenyang eating! After the city was broken, didn't you know how to block the fire hole of the cannon! And those bastards, how can they aim their guns at their own people? The angry accusations of the officers could not interfere with the rebels on the opposite side, who had lost their conscience, and the artillery continued to fire, and the iron balls were smashed into their own ranks, bringing up a cloud of blood mist and countless stumps and broken arms.

"Brother, brother, it hurts, the lower half of my body seems to be gone, brother, am I not going to live?" His brother was hit in the calf by a cannonball, fell into his arms, and slowly bled to death.

He still remembers that when the general needed a good water player to swim across the river to ask for help, his blood swelled and he was the first to sign up.

Everyone who is familiar with the nature of water knows very well that it is a life and death to swim across the whole river in such cold weather, or in an unfamiliar water, but he did not hesitate.

He still remembered the great marshal's trust to the few of them who had chosen the best in water: "We were stuck by the Tartar cavalry, and we could only annihilate the whole army if we forcibly retreated, but if we held on, even if we were all dead under artillery bombardment, we would not be able to hold out for long."

Now, you are the hope of all the remaining members of our army, and you must bring in reinforcements in the shortest possible time, you know? ”

Then, Dashuai personally poured a bowl of wine for everyone, "Brothers, come, drink this bowl of wine, warm your body, and go on the road." ”

He remembered, as if, seventeen brethren had been launched, and in the end, he was the only one, shirtless, who ran to the camp where the reinforcements were.

The last memory is the scene where the reinforcements crossed the river.

A patch of blood filled his eyes, and he vaguely felt that his brothers were smiling at him.

"Big handsome, Uncle Chen, big man, little brother, brothers, are you here to pick me up? Wait a minute, I'll be right there. ”

After that, the knife in his hand subconsciously slashed and pulled on the neck of the enemy in front of him, and in the blood spurt, Su Zhuang was completely silent and fell quietly.

Huang Taiji, a generation of heroes, lost his life quietly, but unfortunately, no one cared about him, everyone's eyes were on Su Zhuang and the brothers behind him, and they couldn't move away for a long time.