Jiang Song, who had never shed tears no matter how many difficulties and despair, had tears rolled down like a river breaking through the water. His heart felt stinging after wave.

A strong wind blew, and the wolf smoke was much lighter. The fierce battle scene could be seen clearly.

What you see is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and a piece of broken limbs and broken arms.

The number of cavalry in Hedong was much reduced. Obviously, the combat effectiveness of the Qi army soldiers was exploding when they sacrificed their lives. The Hedong cavalry suffered a great loss. The cavalry could not charge in the melee between the two sides. The war horses had lost the significance of fighting. The Hedong cavalry dismounted and fought with the Qi army soldiers.

However, the war was still unfavorable. The Hedong soldiers had already broken through the central army and went straight to Jiang Song's location. Jiang Song was several feet away from the front. Five hundred Qi soldiers had become his last barrier.

Yang Zhi led the Qi soldiers to fight the last desperate battle. A spear broke through the air and suddenly penetrated Yang Zhi's waist and ribs. Yang Zhi's thin body trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and turned his head and stabbed him with a backhand. He hit the neck of the Hedong soldiers who were plotting against him. The blade was embedded in half of the neck. The Hedong soldiers opened their mouths, but they didn't even scream.

Yang Zhi stared at the blood-red eyes and stared at the angry Hedong soldiers and said word by word: "You killed me. I also killed you. Remember my name. My name is Yang Zhi."

After saying that, the two fell stiffly to the ground in such a mutually harsh posture. The stuttering posture still exuded a young man's stubbornness.

Jiang Song's lower lip was bleeding. The knife in his hand became tighter and tighter. A Hedong soldier broke through the barrier and rushed to Jiang Song. Jiang Song stabbed forward with a long sword. Just like the action of the uprising, he was awkward but firm. The blade penetrated the heart of the Hedong soldier.

"It's this moment."

"Killing oneself to achieve benevolence". The highest goal that Confucians pursue throughout their lives. In this era when Confucianism is orthodox, kings die in the country and Confucians die in justice. It is natural and righteous.

Jiang Song didn't expect that he, a rough man who couldn't even recognize the Four Books and Five Classics, would have one day to kill himself.

His eyes were covered in blood. Jiang Song's battle robe was torn everywhere. The steel knife in his hand was bleeding. He flowed to the ground along the sharp blade.

In the sea of ​​blood, Jiang Song inserted his knife to the ground, supporting his tired body and gasping for breath.

Dozens of confidants around were killed and injured. The central army had been broken through. Only more than a thousand soldiers were left to resist.

Jiang Song is no longer able to fight on the battlefield. The strength and skills of fighting are far inferior to those of ordinary soldiers. They can survive until now, all rely on the guards around them to fight to the death. Often, they slash with one head and one tail. The confidants just help him hold the Hedong Army's counterattack behind him. Other confidants snatched coldly and stabbed him with one knife. Attack, defense and counterattack were seamless. Dozens of people combined into a rather strange joint attack formation. For a moment, the Hedong Army was helpless.

There is nothing to do, just for the time being. The small victory cannot stand up for the great defeat. In terms of battle formations, the Hedong Army is much more experienced than the Qi army soldiers. Thousands of people quickly divided into more than a dozen teams. The remaining Qi army soldiers were divided into more than a dozen pieces and surrounded them. They each annihilated them.

As for Jiang Song, he was the key target of Hedong Army. Qin Kan exposed his flaws several times. He could clearly cut off his head with one knife. The blade had touched the skin of Jiang Song's neck. He quickly retracted his strength like an electric shock.

Jiang Song didn't care about counting the number of casualties around him. He only knew that his strength was almost exhausted. He still had the last trace of strength. This trace of strength was used to wipe his neck.

The arms that swung the knife gradually became numb. The air in the chest seemed to be getting less and less. No matter how you opened your mouth and breathed hard, it was not enough. You couldn't hear the screams of your subordinates' robes in your ears. You didn't know how many people were alive and how many people died. Jiang Song could do the only thing he could do was to keep numb and slash, regardless of the various flaws exposed in his body after every time he slashed the knife. He knew that these flaws would help him block them.

"General, subordinates, help you open a bloody road. You can run away first. Please."

At some point, the blood-filled general rushed to Jiang Song and gasped with Jiang Song back to his back.

Taking advantage of the confrontation, Jiang Song breathed heavily. He was too lazy to respond to the general's words.

"General, enough. You have done this for the soldiers and Daqi. It's enough. Run. Jump down the Bian River and cross it. I'll find a few brothers who are proficient in water to support you in the water..."

Jiang Song gasped tiredly: "If I... really wanted to survive, I would have run away long ago. Why wait until now? I have given up on Da Qi and His Majesty. Why are you still alive?"

The general cried and said, "General. I know what you mean. But why do you have to pay your life? Can you compare with us fighting men?"

"Generals and soldiers are both in one life. There is no difference. It doesn't matter whether they live in a prosperous and glorious way. What's important is that... don't lose the dignity of our rebel army. It's worth exchanging life."

On the battlefield, fewer and fewer Qi army soldiers stood. More than a thousand soldiers tightened their defenses and automatically moved closer to Jiang Song. They took Jiang Song as the center and tried their best to form a not-complete circular formation. They tightly surrounded Jiang Song in the middle.

At the end of the strong crossbow, he could not pass through the oars. Jiang Song knew that all the soldiers had exhausted their strength and the general situation was gone.

Thousands of Hedong soldiers surrounded the group of stubborn Qi soldiers. A popular general who looked like a Hedong general shouted loudly. Then the low ox horn sounded. The surrounding Hedong soldiers showed their hideous faces.

Jiang Song smiled miserably. He knew that the Hedong Army on the opposite side did not plan to capture him alive. The casualties that would be too great for the Hedong Army to bear.

The moment when the Niuke suddenly stopped, countless Hedong soldiers began to rush to the death with all their might. The just-formed round formation of Qi soldiers was as fragile as a piece of white paper. They broke through with one rush.

"I've fought with Hedong."

Among the soldiers of the Qi army, someone shouted. The remaining soldiers roared and waved their swords.

At this moment, everyone had no intention of living. The only thoughts in their minds were only desperate, including Jiang Song.

The confidants fell down one by one. Jiang Song's defense was getting weaker and weaker. He didn't remember whether he was injured during the melee. He even secretly begged to have a knife with his neck to come sooner so that he could be relieved sooner.

He is too tired.

Finally, a Hedong soldier broke through the last line of defense of the Qi army. A spear ruthlessly stabbed Jiang Song in the chest.
Chapter completed!