From noon to evening, after half a day of offensive and defensive battles and half an hour of melee, the Ming soldiers in the Xijiangkou area suffered heavy casualties, and there were not many left. They were distributed on the battlefield that lasted for several miles, either resisted to death or surrendered. In fact, even if they resisted, there were only some sporadic battles. Those who did not want to surrender, the group of clear soldiers were divided and surrounded by the Donglu and insisted on the final battle. This kind of battle was neither for victory nor for breaking through, but was dominated by a very simple wish, which was to kill one or several Donglu before they fell...

"Did Dad take it down?"

Mo Guoqing, who was so tired that he couldn't even raise his head, asked loudly that he had more than 500 cavalrymen with his net worth, only a dozen cavalry were left, and he was separated from the supervisor, and he didn't know if he had broken through.

The servant Mouzhong kept following him and said repeatedly when he heard the young master's words.

"The third young master, the master will take down. The young master watched with his own eyes. The eldest young master and the others protected the master and took down,"

"Just go down, just go down..."

The Lord took more than a dozen wounded Mou Guoqing fell from the horse and lost consciousness. The servants jumped off the horse and helped the third young master up.

"Jinsheng, you two, protect the third young master and leave, let's stay and cushion..."

Just when Mou Zhong ordered others to take the third young master away, Mou Guoqing suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes that were stuck in blood. He was injured by multiple arrows, knife wounds and gun wounds. There were only a dozen cavalrymen left beside him, and they were all injured.

"Help me up!"

Mou Guoqing, who was supported by his family, looked at the family beside him and smiled.

"I want to go together, I want to die... How could the Mou family be afraid of death? Help me get on the horse!"

After jumping on his horse and seriously injured Mou Guoqing led a dozen people to kill westwards. When he retreated, a team of Eastern Cavalry came over. Even far apart, they shot with arrows first. Mou Guoqing was hit by another arrow on his chest. The arrow was blocked by armor, but the arrows stuck in the armor looked a little shocking.

Pulling out the knife, cutting the arrow in front of his chest with one knife, staring at more than a hundred Qing cavalrymen in front of him, Mou Guoqing burst into laughter, and the dozen or so cavalry beside him also laughed.

Looking at the Ming army, Fu Minga and others did not move, but looked at the dozen people.

"But some people dare to follow me to kill the enemy!"

Mou Guoqing roared.

"We swear to follow the Third Young Master to the death!"

After saying that, more than a dozen cavalrymen were fighting towards the Qing army. In just a few breaths, they collided with the Donglu. After the spear was broken, Mou Guoqing immediately pulled out his waist and slashed. Because there was too much blood, he soon felt that he was about to be unable to support and was about to die. While slashing, he shouted loudly.

"A real man serves his country at this moment! Kill! Kill!…Brothers, kill the enemy..."

Amid the roar, he was hit by another knife on the back. Although the knife did not cut through the armor, the sudden heavy blow still made his body shake and almost fell off the horse. But he quickly held the saddle with his hand and turned around and chopped towards the Donglu horse. Taking advantage of the pain of the war horse, he led several brothers to retreat from the melee and retreat to the riverside.

At this time, there were only five or six people left by his side, most of them dead. Mou Zhong, who had watched him grow up, was always following him. His body was covered in blood, and even his white beard was dripping blood along his beard. Some of the blood was his, and some of the killers burst into their bodies. Mou Zhong was very injured. He was exhausted and said weakly.

"San Young Master, jump out of the river and leave. The young man is here to block the enemy!"

Mou Guoqing seemed to have not heard his words, just looked at the chase.

"A real man serves the country at this moment!"

"San Young Master, do you want to die?"

Mou Zhong shouted without knowing the energy coming from there.

"die……"

Mou Guoqing was stunned for a moment, then murmured in a low voice.

"I don't want to die, I don't have a son yet!"

Then he grinned again.

"A real man dies and dies! Uncle Zhong, you don't have a son, let's die here now!"

Once again, Mou Guoqing raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted.

"Kill the enemy..."

Once again, the six cavalry launched a counterattack against the Qing army, and the battle continued for a while. As the mount was injured, Mou Guoqing fell from the horse, but he still grabbed a spear left by someone from the ground, struggled to stand up, and then he was holding the gun and stared at the team of Donglu who was coming to him.

When the Donglu came, he said silently in his heart.

"A real man should serve his country with death!"

His voice was very weak and low, and it was not even coherent. In a moment, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, he felt a heavy blow in his chest. When he was stabbed in the chest by a spear, he screamed and then fell heavily. He knew that he was not good enough. He was lying on the ground, with a broken gun in front of his chest, and blood was flowing out along the gun bar. He still wanted to struggle, but his strength was slowly losing. He looked at the sky weakly and murmured with his lips.

"Dad, son, I'm not filial... filial..."

Finally, everything was over, the wind was howling in the river, and only some ownerless war horses stood in the battlefield, making a desolate and sad neighing under the moonlight.

it's over!

Shi Kefa, who was scattered in his crown, looked at the killing scene in shock, and it was over...

The few relatives around him also fell from the horse, only a few feet away from where he was lying. There was no one standing up beside him.

Seriously injured Shi Kefa held his sword and knelt on the ground facing north. He was caught in several arrows, and blood was gushing from the wounds of the arrows. He was unable to stand up again. He thought of the song "Song of Righteousness" in the hall again.

"Yu is imprisoned in Beiting and sits in a dirt room..."

When he was silently reciting "Song of Righteousness", he felt that Donglu was walking towards this side. He was kneeling in the direction of the capital and chanting in his heart.

"Your Majesty, I have to let you down, and I have to let you down, and I have to die on the battlefield. I really have hatred. I have gone..."

After saying that, he used his sword to cross his neck, and the moment he cut it hard, blood mist splattered...

In the setting sun, losing him did not fall, and the sword supported his body until he died, and he still maintained a kneeling position.

When Aba Qin and his party came here, they looked at the corpses on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and then said to themselves.

"Although Supervisor Shi is a civil servant, he can sacrifice himself for justice. If the people in Nanjing are like Supervisor Shi, it would be difficult for Nanjing to go..."

While talking to himself, he ordered.
Chapter completed!