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Chapter 342 Life should not be cut off

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    "Sacrificing yourself to become a benevolent person" is the highest goal that Confucian scholars pursue throughout their lives. In this era where Confucianism is the orthodoxy, it is only natural that the king should die for the country and the Confucian should die for justice.

    Qin Kan never expected that a pseudo-Confucian scholar like himself, who could not even read the complete traditional Chinese characters of the Four Books and Five Classics, would one day commit suicide and become a benevolent person.

    His eyes were blood red, Qin Kan's unicorn robe was in tatters everywhere, and the remaining blood of the Xiuchun knife in his hand was dripping, flowing along the sharp blade to the ground.

    In the sea of ????blood in the mountain of corpses, the tip of Qin Kan's knife was inserted into the ground, supporting his tired body, breathing heavily.

    Dozens of guards around were dead and wounded. The Chinese army had been broken through, and only more than a thousand soldiers were left to resist.

    Qin Kan was not good at fighting on the battlefield, and his fighting strength and skills were far inferior to those of ordinary sergeants. His survival to this day was all due to the meticulousness of the guards around him. He would often attack with a knife without caring about his head, and the guards would help him just right.  He held the Mongols' counterattack behind him, while the other guards stabbed out with cold swords. The attack, defense and counterattack were all seamless. Dozens of people joined together to form a rather weird attack formation. For a while,  But the Mongols were helpless.

    The helplessness was only temporary, and a small victory could not prevent a big defeat. In terms of fighting in the battle formation, the Mongols were far more sophisticated than the Ming army soldiers. Thousands of people quickly divided into a dozen small teams, dividing the remaining Ming army soldiers into ten.  Several small groups surrounded them and annihilated them individually.

    As for Qin Kan, he was the focus of the Mongols' care. They seemed to recognize that Qin Kan's unicorn robe was the most luxurious. The Mongols never made any heavy moves, and their intention to capture him alive was obvious. Qin Kan showed his flaws several times, and it was obvious that he could  He cut off his head with one knife. The blade had already touched the skin of Qin Kan's neck, and he quickly withdrew the force as if he was electrocuted.

    Qin Kan could no longer care to count the number of casualties around him. He only knew that his strength was almost exhausted. He still had the last bit of strength left, which he used to wipe his neck.

    Senior officials of the Ming Dynasty must never become prisoners of the Mongols. The humiliation and inhuman treatment they suffered after becoming prisoners would be more uncomfortable than death.

    The arm wielding the knife gradually became numb, and the air in the chest seemed to be getting less and less. No matter how hard I opened my mouth to breathe, it was not enough. I could not hear the screams of my subordinate Pao Ze, and I did not know how many of those familiar faces were still alive.  After dying, the only thing Qin Kan could do was to keep stabbing with the knife numbly, regardless of the various flaws in his body exposed after each chop. He knew that the guards would help him block these flaws.

    "Sir! My subordinates will help you clear a bloody path. You can run away first, please!"

    At some point, Ding Shun, who was covered in blood, came to Qin Kan's side, and he and Qin Kan were back to back, breathing each other.

    Taking advantage of the gap in the confrontation, Qin Kan took a deep breath and was too lazy to respond to Ding Shun's words.

    "My lord, that's enough. It's enough that you have done this for the soldiers and the court! Run, jump off the Liao River and cross it. I'll find a few brothers who are proficient in water skills to help you in the water"

    Qin Kan panted tiredly: "Ding Shun, if Iif I really wanted to survive, I would have run away long ago. Why wait until now?"

    Ding Shun sobbed: "Sir, I understand what you mean, but why do you risk your life? Can you compare with us fighting men?"

    "Both officials and soldiers have the same life. There is no difference. It doesn't matter whether you live a glamorous life or not. What matters is don't lose the dignity of us Han people. It is worth paying for with your life."

    On the battlefield, fewer and fewer Ming army soldiers were standing. More than a thousand soldiers tightened their defenses and moved closer to Qin Kan automatically and consciously. With Qin Kan as the center, they tried their best to form a loose circle with Qin Kan as the center.  Formation, tightly surrounding Qin Kan in the middle.

    The end of a strong crossbow cannot penetrate Lu's silk. Qin Kan knew that all the soldiers were exhausted and the situation was over.

    Thousands of Mongolian soldiers surrounded this group of stubborn Ming army soldiers. A man who looked like a Mongolian leader shouted something angrily. Then, a low horn sounded, and the Mongolian soldiers around them showed their ferocious expressions.  face.

    Qin Kan smiled miserably. He knew that the Mongolian leader did not intend to capture him alive. The casualties would be too great and the leader could not afford it.

    The moment the horn horns suddenly stopped, countless Mongolian soldiers began to charge with all their strength. The circular formation formed by the Ming army soldiers was as fragile as a piece of white paper and would break with a single charge.

    "Fight with the dog Tatars!"

    Someone among the soldiers of the Ming army shouted something loudly, and the remaining soldiers roared and charged forward with their swords.

    At this moment, everyone has no intention of living anymore, and the only thought in their minds is to fight for their lives, including Qin Kan.

    The guards fell down one by one, and the defense around Qin Kan became weaker and weaker. He couldn't remember whether he was injured in the melee.?Run out.

    Drowsily, Qin Kan raised his eyes and looked around, and found that he was lying in a yurt, with a dome decorated with blue patterns above his head. The tent was covered with red wool carpets, and the walls were covered with all kinds of weird things that said no.  The famous decorations may seem messy, but every piece of decoration is exquisite, and there is a faint hint of refreshing fragrance.

    A burst of chaotic and rapid footsteps came from far and near. The tent curtain was opened, and the familiar faces of Ding Shun, Sun Ying, and Ye Jinquan came into view. Their faces were full of surprises.

    "Shuai Qin, you finally woke up!"

    "Shuai Qin, you have been in coma for three days and three nights, and you have a high fever that won't go away. It was Sun Ying who almost killed the Mongolian doctor"

    "Qin Shuai"

    Qin Kan waved his hand weakly: "Shut up, everyone, and answer my question first What is our situation now? We won't become prisoners of the Tatars, right?"

    "Qin Shuai, we have won!" (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  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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