"Brothers, don't be afraid, hold it back! Fire the gun! Fire arrows!" Wenzhi shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

However, Bayala came too fast. Before the musketeer could fill the medicine, the archer pointed the arrow at them. The first one of Bayala rushed over. The archer hurriedly let go of the bowstring and dozens of arrows shot at him.

Seeing that Bayala had nowhere to hide, he saw him soaring into the air from the horse's back, and with a "brush", the arrow flew past his feet.

The Bayala rolled in the air and fell straight into the Ming army formation. When he landed, he rolled forward. He drew a circle around his body with a quick knife in his hand. Four or five Ming soldiers were in different places.

He didn't care about watching the life and death of his companion, nor did he care about wiping away the blood on his face. The Ming army took a knife and gun and quickly surrounded him in the center. He saw Bayala quickly stood up, facing the swords and guns stabbed by the Ming army around him, and he jumped into the air again. The quick knife in his hand drew a circle again, and four or five Ming soldiers died!

Scenes like this were performed at the same time in ten places. In a short while, fifty or sixty Ming soldiers died, but Bayala was unscathed.

The Ming army's offensive stopped immediately, and no one dared to step forward. Under Bayala's continuous attack, the formation retreated step by step. At the same time, the Qing soldiers who were originally surrounded took advantage of the situation to recover, and shouted in hand-dance weapons and rushed up.

The situation is very critical!

Wen Zhixin knew that he could not wait any longer. If the Qing soldiers impulsed the original formation, the soldiers' confidence that had just been established would collapse instantly, and behind it was the place of death. The Chongyang River would be the burial place of the Ming army.

Generals are brave enough to change the current decline, they must personally take the enemy forward. Only by plucking up the courage to fight can they have a chance to win.

"Follow me!"

Thinking of this, Wen Zhi did not hesitate anymore, shouted at the personal soldiers, rode his horse and danced his sword toward the center of the battlefield.

Wen Zhi was full of martial arts, all of which were on this big sword, and the army was called "Wen Da Jian". The shadow of the sword flew, and the heads of two Qing soldiers on the front of the horse, one left and one right, flew into the sky. The blood in the cavity suddenly spurted out, spitting Wen Zhi was full.

When his personal soldiers saw the chief general rushing up, they followed him desperately and fought with the Qing soldiers.

The Bayala was proud, but suddenly saw Wenzhi rushing up and killed two Qing soldiers in an instant. The Qing soldiers' offensive was immediately frustrated. When he saw his clothes, he knew that it was the famous general, and Bayala didn't take him seriously at all.

"Looking for death!" Bayala's eyes were grim, and she rose into the air again, and the knife in her hand slashed Wenzhi's neck.

Wenzhi was calm and saw clearly where his sword came from. He raised the big sword in his hand, trying to knock his sword away.

Unexpectedly, Bayala changed her moves in the air, changed to cutting and cutting. With a change of force, Wen Zhi's left hand was broken! Bayala had nowhere to leverage the force in the air, and her toes were a little on Wen Zhi's buttocks, and then took a breath again, giving Wen Zhi a fatal blow.

He was so gentle, he shouted, threw the big knife, hugged Bayala's legs, and threw them to the ground.

Bayala was hugged with her legs, and Wenzhi's head arched against her chest again. She could not chop his neck, so she had to take the hilt back and hit Wenzhi's head heavily, one, two, three... When the two fell to the ground, Wenzhi's head had been smashed!

"General Wen died in battle, and we will never live alone!"

Witnessing the tragic situation, Wenzhi's fifty personal soldiers were heartbroken. The captain Wen Yu shouted wildly and raised his sword to slash at Bayala.

Bayala wanted to avoid it, but although Wenzhi died, she threw her hands and held his legs and stabbed her toward Wenyu's chest. Wenyu saw the knife stabbing, and pounced on her body. The knife passed through her chest. Wenyu screamed and was immediately extinguished. When she was dying, she hugged Bayala tightly with both hands.

Bayala was hugged by Wenzhi and Wenyu's master and servant, and could no longer move. No matter how capable he was, he could not do anything. Other personal soldiers rushed up and cut him into pieces in an instant!

Then, four personal soldiers snatched Wen Zhi and Wen Yu's bodies back and retreated with their backs.

The remaining forty-five soldiers rushed into the Qing army without hesitation, shouting sadly: "Kill! Take revenge for the general!"

Ming army, who had already become timid, witnessed Wen Zhi and Wen Yu's heroic death, was filled with respect for the general's master and servant, and was also ashamed of his own timidity. He was once again aroused by the desperate attack of the personal soldiers. His ruthlessness was suddenly aroused: "No matter what Bayala you are, no matter what Tartars are famous, I will sacrifice my life to fight you!"

Everyone thought about this, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the Qing army formation!

A desperate army is very terrible, and its combat power increases exponentially. Duolong and Bayala are indeed powerful, but unless you kill with one knife, as long as you don’t die, these people will definitely be one trick, just hold you desperately. If one doesn’t work, two will be hugged. Anyway, they will hug you and let other comrades create opportunities to kill you.

This kind of fighting style is very effective. The Ming army paid the price of eight people, but killed two more Bayalas.

"Don't let Minggou get entangled!" Duolong loudly reminded his companions. He knew that Bayala was the treasure of the Eight Banners soldiers. It took a lot of silver and energy to cultivate a Bayala. Three of them died instantly, which made him feel so distressed that he thrust.

His shout made Bayala feel like he was restrained, and he became scruples when fighting. In order to avoid the Ming army's suicide-style fighting style, he had to dodge and move. As long as he did not have the confidence to be fatal to one blow, he would never take action easily.

As a result, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed, and the Ming army continued to advance, while the Qing soldiers retreated step by step.

Li Chengdong led 10,000 central troops to watch the battle in Xinan. He did not see Wenzhi's tragic death clearly, but when he saw the Qing army's formation began to retreat, he knew that time was too late, and immediately ordered: "Beat the drum! The whole army charged!"

With a command, the drums of the central army shook the sky, and the Ming army in Xinan quickly stepped onto the floating bridge and pressed towards the Qing soldiers.

If the Qing soldiers could barely tie the Ming army just now, Li Chengdong, a ten thousand new force, joined the battlefield, and the strength balance was completely unbalanced, and the Qing soldiers could no longer support it.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Azige knew that if he did not retreat, his entire army would be wiped out, so he immediately ordered a retreat. Duolon and Bayala received the order to retreat and immediately returned to the commander's side to fulfill his responsibility to protect the commander.

Under the protection of Doron, Azig and Nikan led the cavalry to escape north quickly, and could no longer care about the poor three thousand infantrymen.

"Send an order to lead the cavalry of Liu Zhenguo to pursue him!"

Seeing that the Qing cavalry relied on the fast horses, Li Chengdong rushed out of the encirclement and fled north, and immediately ordered the general Liu Zhenguo to lead the cavalry to pursue the pursuit.

Liu Zhenguo led three thousand cavalry to chase them along the route of the Qing army's retreat.

The fate of the Qing infantry soldiers can be imagined. All of them were annihilated and none of them survived.
Chapter completed!