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Chapter 341 Kill oneself to become a benevolent person

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    The front army has been defeated, but there are still thousands of people in the middle army, but they are all infantry. If the infantry fights against the cavalry, the result will be ruthless crushing and strangulation by the cavalry. Everyone knows that these thousands of them are under the influence of the Mongolian cavalry.  In fact, it looks like a decoration.

    The only infantry in history that could compete with cavalry was the infantry armor of the Song Dynasty. Because the Song Dynasty lost the land of Youyun where horses were produced, they had to use heavy armored infantry to fight against the Jin people's cavalry. However, today's Qin and Kan armies  The thousands of infantrymen had almost no armor, only a few Qianhu were covered with Mingguang armor.

    The battlefield was littered with corpses, mixed with the painful groans of the seriously injured soldiers. Hearing the groans, the Mongolian cavalry rode forward, grinning ferociously and stabbed the wounded soldier in the heart.

    The Chinese army did not move or be in chaos. The imperial envoy's dragon flag stood motionless in the middle. The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty inadvertently turned their heads to look. Next to the roaring dragon flag, a young imperial envoy wearing a bright red unicorn robe rode expressionlessly.  On horseback, straight as a javelin.

    The imperial envoy is still there, and the dragon flag has not fallen.

    The soldiers seemed to be filled with energy, and they all followed Qin Kan's example and straightened their bodies. A belief in death spread like a plague along the Liaohe River.

    The Mongolian cavalry was like a cat playing with a mouse. After breaking through the front army, they were not in a hurry to continue breaking through the middle army. Instead, they spread out to look for the injured Ming soldiers who were not dead. They smiled ferociously in front of the Ming army and sent the tip of their sword into  Their chests then burst into wild laughter.

    Watching helplessly, Paoze, who was struggling in pain in front of him, was killed by a Mongolian knife. All the officers and soldiers in the Chinese army gritted their teeth, but they still guarded the general's order and did not dare to move rashly.

    Qin Kan¡¯s eyes were filled with anger and desperation.

    "Ding Shun, bring me a pen and paper!"

    "yes."

    Taking advantage of the time when the Mongolian cavalry was calmly cleaning up the results of the battle, Qin Kan pondered for a moment and picked up his pen.

    "I, on behalf of the Imperial Envoy of the Sky Patrol and the Governor of Liaodong, Qin Kan, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, kowtowed: I was ordered to patrol Liaodong, and the purge of Liaodong's military and political affairs has achieved small results. Liaodong was peaceful, and I returned with eight thousand honor guards. In the first year of Zhengde,  On October 28, I encountered 5,000 Mongolian cavalry on the east bank of the Liaohe River in Guangning. The two armies fought fiercely, and more than half of my division was killed or injured, while almost the entire Mongolian division was not damaged."

    "In a desperate situation with our backs to the water, the generals are exhausted, their energy is exhausted, and their hope of survival is almost lost. The generals have the heart to die, but the soldiers have no desire to live. I led the remaining three thousand troops to stand on the east bank of the Liaohe River, vowing not to surrender, but to survive with my body.  Integrity is the end of the country. Chen, Qin Kan¡¯s masterpiece."

    Qin Kan finished writing in a hurry and looked up at the gray and gloomy sky. He thought of all the experiences he had experienced in the past few years after time travel. They flashed through his mind one by one like a horse watching a lantern. He was born in poverty and was forcibly pulled into the Jin Yiwei. In just a few short seconds,  In the past few years, there have been enemies and friends, triumphs and losses, glory and disgrace, bitterness and sweetness, all the tastes of this world seem to have been exhausted within a few years.

    My life is probably over here. I wonder if the moment the Mongolian cavalry swords are attached to my body, my soul will return to the underworld, or will I be taken to another ancient time and space by God to create another career as a king and minister?

    The devastated faces of Du Yan and Jin Liu, as well as Zhu Houzhao's sad and howling appearance, kept popping up in his mind.

    Thinking of this famous fatuous king in history, Qin Kan showed a helpless smile. He wanted to help him take care of this troubled country, and wanted to realize his ideals and change this era, but everything  It's delusional.

    For this era, I am really redundant. It is inevitable that God will take back someone who should not have appeared in the first place.

    ¡°It¡¯s justfate has its way with people, so why let yourself worry about it more?

    After hesitating for a moment, Qin Kan added another sentence at the end of the paper: "Your Majesty, I have left. Please take good care of yourself in the future."

    After drying the ink, Qin Kan rolled up the letter and said loudly: "Ding Shun."

    "exist."

    "Collect a few empty skin bags, fill them with air and seal them tightly, find a brother who is proficient in water, tie them to his body and cross the Liao River, and bring this letter to the capital, quickly!"

    Ding Shun's eyes lit up: "Sir, this is a good idea. You can tie the skin bag"

    Qin Kan stared at him and said, "You are confused again! If others can leave, can I leave?"

    The sergeant who delivered the letter was so breathless that he knelt in front of Qin Kan and bowed his head without saying a word.

    Qin Kan handed him the last letter, thinking of his wife, with a look of pain on his face and said: "Tell my wife, I, Qin Kan, am worthy of the country. I'm sorry for her, but I have peace and security in the world. Let her keep filial piety for me for one year.  Miss me for a year, and thenfind a good family to marry, don't waste your youth."

    The sergeant cried loudly and took the credit??A piece of broken limbs.

    The number of Mongolian cavalry was greatly reduced. Obviously, the fighting power that broke out when the Ming soldiers risked their lives still caused the Mongolian cavalry to suffer a big loss. The cavalry was unable to charge during the melee between the two sides. The war horses had lost the meaning of fighting. The Mongolian cavalry dismounted.  , fighting with the Ming army soldiers.

    However, the war is still unfavorable. The Mongolian soldiers have broken through the Chinese army and reached Qin Kan's position. A few feet away from Qin Kan's front, five hundred young soldiers have become his last barrier.

    Yang Zhiyong led the young soldiers in a final desperate struggle. A spear came through the air and suddenly penetrated Yang Zhiyong's waist and ribs. Yang Zhiyong's thin body trembled violently. He gritted his teeth and turned his head with a backhand knife, hitting his assassin.  The Mongolian soldier's neck was half-embedded with the blade. The Mongolian soldier opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a scream.

    Yang Zhiyong stared at the blood-red eyes, watching the exhausted Mongolian soldier and said word by word: "If you kill me, I will kill you too. Remember my name, my name is Yang Zhiyong!"

    After saying that, the two of them fell stiffly to the ground in this mutual fighting posture, and their posture still showed the stubbornness of young people.

    Qin Kan bit his lower lip and drew blood, but he held the knife in his hand tighter and tighter. A Mongolian soldier broke through the barrier and rushed to Qin Kan. Qin Kan stabbed forward with his long knife, just like when Chongming fought against the Japanese.  The movements were the same, jerky but determined, and the blade penetrated deeply into the heart of the Mongolian soldier.

    "Sacrifice one's life, right now!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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