The main general Ma Futa, who had been watching the battle on the beach, witnessed the defeat that stunned him in the Mile Mile Mile mirror.

His lips trembled, his face turned pale, and his thick beard shook as if he was uncontrollably.

My army was defeated like this?

Sixty-two warships in front of them fought against only sixteen Ming army warships, but they were completely destroyed?

Until night fell and saw Li Xiaojun gathering the surrendered Qing army ships and still driving towards the ocean island in a mighty way, Ma Futa was still lingering in his mind that he could not understand.

In addition to the destruction of the navy, the Han army leader Zhifu, who was on board the ship, all of them died in battle or surrendered with the Qing army fleet.

Now the night is already dull, Ma Futa doesn't have to worry about the Ming army landing in the dark, but what about tomorrow?

After dawn tomorrow, I am already like a turtle in a jar, and my subordinates who have experienced two major defeats in one day and have already suffered a huge morale, can I really defeat the Ming army, which is as strong as a rainbow, and can attack both inside and outside?

Mafuta's mind was confused.

The lost Mafuta had no idea how he returned to the military tent with the company of his favorite general Samushka.

After Ma Futa returned, Shen Zhixiang, who was also pale on another beach reef in the distance, slowly put down the Qianli Mile Mile in his hand on another beach reef.

A strong sea breeze blew, and Shen Zhixiang's body shook and almost fell back into the sea.

"It's over, it's over..."

Shen Zhixiang, with a dull expression on his face, repeatedly muttered these two words.

In the morning, three thousand infantry soldiers were defeated by the Ming army of the Jin Tong Army, who was guarding the city, and less than one thousand soldiers were left to fight. In the afternoon, all the former Dongjiang Town Navy were completely defeated by the Ming army fleet and even surrendered.

Without a subordinate of the army, Shen Zhixiang understood that he had almost become the commander of a bare commander, and in the hearts of the Qing Dynasty rulers, he would be worthless.

However, Shen Zhixiang has not considered this issue at all now. He is now thinking about an equally important issue, just like Ma Futa.

That is, what should I do after dawn tomorrow?

"General Shen, things have come to this point, let's go back first."

Deputy General Wang Tingrui, Shen Zhixiang's closest confidant general, whispered to him.

Shen Zhixiang had a puppet like a puppet, motionless, as if he hadn't heard Wang Tingrui speak at all.

"General, although our army has been surrounded by Ming corps and trapped on the ocean island, according to the following point of view, there is no room for anything to turn around." Wang Tingrui took a step closer and said to Shen Zhixiang in a low voice.

After Wang Tingrui said this, Shen Zhixiang's body trembled slightly. He turned his head and looked at Wang Tingrui with an extremely complicated look.

Wang Tingrui nodded slightly to him with a deep look.

After the two returned to their own military camp, Wang Tingrui ordered the army to guard the tent doors outside and not to let anyone in.

"Tingrui, what strategy do you have to protect our army?" Shen Zhixiang's voice was very low.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Tingrui slapped the ground and knelt on the ground.

"General Shen, for the current plan, only by casting the truth again can we save the lives of the remaining soldiers of our army!" Wang Tingrui said tremblingly.

"Oh," Shen Zhixiang frowned, but his face was covered with a layer of gray. He said lightly, "Our army really wants to win again?"

"General Chen, now the Ming army is surrounded by islands on all sides, and our army has become a turtle in the jar. After dawn tomorrow, it can be seen that it is a fool! From the bottom, if we want to save the lives of our soldiers, we can only be the only way to survive again." Wang Tingrui said hurriedly.

Shen Zhixiang sighed lightly, but shook his head depressedly: "Oh, our army rebelled against Ming and joined Qing, shaved her hair and braided her reputation has been completely destroyed. Even if our army leads its troops to join Ming again, the Ming general who came to the island to help the island will not accept me anymore."

"Sir, even though we say that, what if our army can obtain the head of the Qing general Ma Futa to seek credit from the Ming army?" Wang Tingrui's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "In this case, I believe that the Ming army will see that our army has made great contributions and allow our army to surrender again."

Shen Zhixiang looked extremely surprised: "Tingrui, are you saying that you want our soldiers to obtain the head of the Qing general Ma Futa?"

“That’s right!”

"This, it's not easy. Mafuta still has three thousand Manchurian soldiers, three times the number of soldiers that our army can fight. How can we take his head?"

"Sir, you misunderstood." Wang Tingrui replied anxiously: "I am not asking the Lord to send troops to fight with the Qing Tartars, but hope to use a little trick to lure Mafuta to come to the tent to discuss matters, and then the swords and axesmen came out together to chop him and kill him and the guards on the spot, and cut off his head. Then, when dawn, our army immediately approached the Ming army on the beach and offered Mafuta's head, thinking of the merit of surrender. Then, we joined forces with the Ming army to attack the group of headless Qing Tartars and completely eliminate their troops. In this way, our army not only has no mistakes, but is afraid, but it has made contributions."

When Wang Tingrui said this, his face was full of anticipation.

A blue and cold look flashed across Shen Zhixiang's tense face.

"This plan is very good! Humph, the old saying goes, "It's not a gentleman, but a man is not a poison." That Ma Futa, who bullies people with power, treats our army as a grass, and calls our soldiers as a slave. He is also arrogant and does not listen to advice, which makes our Dongjiang Town soldiers suffer such heavy losses! In my heart, I have long wanted to kill the thief with one knife." Shen Zhixiang said this, but suddenly stopped and turned his head to say to Wang Tingrui: "Tingrui, in your opinion, how should we lure him to our barracks?"

Wang Tingrui stroked his beard and said, "General Chen, it seems that it is better for me to go in person. Let me say that General Chen is now crying in the camp because of the destruction of the navy. Even though we persuaded him, General Chen gritted his teeth and said that he would fight to the death with the Ming army early tomorrow morning, thinking that the dead soldiers would take revenge. Therefore, I specially sent me to invite Master Ma Futa to come and discuss matters together to see how to prepare so that we can better defeat the Ming army tomorrow and avenge the defeat of today."

Shen Zhixiang sighed, he pondered for a moment, and nodded in agreement: "Tingrui, follow your plan, that soldier will start preparing now."

Afterwards, Shen Zhixiang gathered the elite soldiers and explained to them carefully how to listen to the cup throwing later.

Just as Shen Zhixiang and Wang Tingrui were discussing in great detail how to lure and kill Ma Futa, the Qing army chief Ma Futa was with his close confidant and beloved general, Samushka, who had captured Shen Shikui, the general of Dongjiang Town, alive, and in the camp, nervously discussed how to fight the Ming army to the death tomorrow.

"Master, our army will fight the Ming army tomorrow, but we don't know what the chance of winning?" Samushka's expression was very serious under the jumping candlelight.

Mafuta's eyes were like a sharp knife. He stared at Samushka's grim face. After a long time, Fang sighed lightly: "Samushka, you have been following me for many years. Let me tell you the truth. In tomorrow's battle, the Ming army has a strong morale and can attack on both sides. However, our army's morale is sluggish and the enemy is attacked from both sides. It is really a disaster."

"What does the master mean?"

"Hmph, now that things have come to this point, how can my Eight Banners warriors retreat! I will definitely lead all the Eight Banners warriors to fight to the death with the Ming army. Even if they want to die here, they will fight with the Ming army to the end to live up to the reputation of our Qing army!" Ma Futa said with a ferocious look on his face.

After hearing Shangguan's passionate statement, Samushka hurriedly said, "Samushka must follow him after he is determined to fight to the death. However, I don't know what the group of surrendered troops in the Dongjiang River are planning to fight against the enemy together with our army?"

"I think they will rebel at the last minute." Ma Futa said coldly: "Maybe, these guys have even planned to take the heads of our generals and seek credit from the Ming army."

"Oh, why did your master say this?"

"Hmph, I know the best of these Ming Dynasty surrendered troops. It's okay to fight a good fight. If they really want them to be like us, they are willing to die for the Qing Dynasty, but they will never be able to do so. Then Shen Zhixiang, the former deputy general of Dongjiang Town, may have lost his troops and the navy because of his official loss. Maybe, tomorrow, these hateful guys will become the third enemy that our army will face." Ma Futa said this, his face unconsciously felt sad.

At this time, a personal soldier suddenly came to report that Wang Tingrui, the deputy general of Shen Zhixiang's troops, asked for a meeting.

After hearing the personal soldiers' reports, Ma Futa's eyes flashed, and he suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"Master, is it ridiculous that Wang Tingrui is asking for a meeting?" Samushka asked from the side.

"Hmph, I am laughing. These guys are very calculating. Originally, I thought they would rebel after going to battle tomorrow. Unexpectedly, they couldn't help but take action now." Ma Futa smiled and said, "I dare to predict that Wang Tingrui must have come to persuade me to go to Shen Zhixiang's tent to discuss matters, and then take the opportunity to kill me, take my head, and seek credit from the Ming army!"

"Ah! If so, how can you take care of it?" Samushka looked panicked.

"He Shen Zhixiang, because he thought of such a vicious plan, he could make me profit. But he didn't know that if he didn't enter the tiger's den, how could he get a tiger's son? I was about to use the plan to make him first, and then take the opportunity to recruit his troops. In this way, our army will fight with the Ming army tomorrow, but there will be no worries about the rebellion." A cold light flashed in Ma Futa's eyes.

Then, he whispered to Samushka to several people, Samushka nodded slightly and went down to make arrangements as he pleased.

Sure enough, as Ma Futa expected, Wang Tingrui entered the tent with a sad face and hurriedly reported to Ma Futa that in order to avenge the two consecutive defeats today, Shen Zhixiang specially invited Ma Futa to go to Shen Zhixiang's tent to discuss matters, and they would fight together with the Ming army tomorrow.

After listening to Wang Tingrui's statement, Ma Futa looked at Samushka on the side meaningfully.

"Oh, General Shen wants to avenge the soldiers who died in battle, and I am deeply moved by the friendship of the whole robe. What's more, General Shen wants to fight the Ming army to die, which is also a loyal and brave man for me, the Qing Dynasty. I really appreciate it. Let's do this, Wang Tingrui, I will go with you and discuss with General Shen to see how to arrange the battle formation tomorrow so as to better deal with the Ming army that landed in and fight."

Ma Futa talked to Wang Tingrui with a touching expression, making Wang Tingrui kneeling on the ground feel overjoyed.

Then, Mafuta ordered Wang Tingrui to lead the way. He led Samushka and a group of selected guards, lit a torch, and then headed towards Shen Zhixiang's camp.

"The master has arrived, and he is in a bad mood. It is windy outside. Please enter the account to speak." Shen Zhixiang stood outside the account door, and bowed to Ma Futa, who was walking by Zhengqian in a respectful tone, and made a welcome gesture.

Mafuta laughed, and didn't answer, and walked into the tent by step.

Samushka followed him into the tent.

The ten guards behind also followed Ma Futa into the tent.

Shen Zhizhuang looked hesitant and was about to make someone stop the guards, but Wang Tingrui, who was beside him, shook his eyes at him and signaled that he didn't have to do so.

Shen Zhixiang understood what Wang Tingrui meant.

After all, in this dark night, if he strongly refuses these guards to enter, Ma Futa will definitely be suspicious. At that time, things will change, and it will be troublesome.

Besides, I had ambushed sixty swords and axes. If I suddenly set off, I would definitely be sure of the ten unprepared guards.

Then, Shen Zhixiang got into the account and sat down with Ma Futa.

"General Shen, what's the matter with me asking me to come here late at night?"

Ma Futa's eyes, with inexplicable sarcasm, and like a sharp knife, pierced directly on Shen Zhixiang's face.

Shen Zhixiang felt a little nervous, but he suddenly realized that he had no way out now, and it was time to showdown.

Shen Zhixiang coughed twice, picked up the teacup in his hand, then looked directly at Ma Futa, and said softly: "Ma Futa, I will invite you to come, but I just want to borrow something from you."

"Haha, you Han people are always so slim and not at all happy. Just say it if you want your head." Ma Futa said with a laugh, then his face changed, and he stood up and shouted: "Where is this guard? Shen Zhixiang is the one who is invading the rebellion, kill this beast quickly!"

While the guards were yelling and rushing towards Shen Zhixiang, the teacup in Shen Zhixiang's hand suddenly fell.

With a bang, the footsteps of a large number of swords and axes immediately sounded outside the tent, and they flocked into the tent.

"Haha, Shen Zhixiang, you're calculating, but you're still one step late." Ma Futa laughed proudly when he saw that one of his guards was about to stab Shen Zhixiang in the face.

However, his smile quickly became stiff.

With a light puff, a sharp sword pierced through Mafuta's chest from behind. The tip of the bloody knife penetrated out of Mafuta's chest.

Ma Futa endured the extreme pain that came soon, and his eyes were extremely shocked. He turned his head and looked back with difficulty. When he wanted to see who was using his black hand, the sharp knife inserted into his chest was stirred hard.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Mafuta's mouth. He murmured: "It's hard to defend against a thief..." and then fell to the ground without moving any more.

Shen Zhixiang, opposite, looked at Samushka, who was as dark as iron, with a look of extreme astonishment, with a look of extreme surprise.

The swordsman, including Wang Tingrui, who flocked into the tent, were also stunned.

At this time, the guards of Mafuta stood with expressionless faces,

This, this, what's going on?

Shen Zhixiang was just back, but he was awake. He half opened his mouth and stood slowly towards Samushka who was walking towards him, but he stood like a puppet.

"General Shen, Ma Futa is dead. Tomorrow, we can surrender to the Ming army together."

Samushka sneered at Shen Zhixiang, who was still stunned in a stiff Chinese.
Chapter completed!