Lu Xiangsheng didn't care about his love horse and stood up from the stirrup. He held the arrow shaft with his left hand and cut the arrow shaft with a goose-feather knife so that the arrow could not affect his movements. He was wearing Shanwen armor, with good protection, and there was a thick cotton coat inside. The arrow was more than an inch into the flesh, which was not a vital part, so he could continue to fight.

He held the Yanling sword in both hands. Before he could find a suitable target, he saw a Qing cavalry rushing over. The cavalry was holding a bone-dot. No matter what armor he was wearing, as long as he was hit, it would be damaged or died directly.

Lu Xiangsheng stood still and waited for the arrival of the enemy. When the enemy was about to approach, he quickly squatted and swung his sword. He first cut off the enemy's horse's legs, then rolled on the spot to avoid the enemy's attack. With a whine, the enemy's cavalry rolled on the ground, including his men and horses.

He stood up again, looking for the next opponent. At this time, an arrow flew from the left and penetrated deeply into the ribs. Lu Xiangsheng let out a muffled groan. He planned to cut the arrow shaft again, but he couldn't do it. No matter how he moved, as long as he used his left hand, the wound would be heartbroken, and cold sweat kept flowing down his helmet.

"Supervisor, be careful!" his personal soldiers reminded loudly.

Lu Xiangsheng looked up and saw a cavalry flying in. He had only had time to hold the knife in front of him, and the enemy's cavalry's sword swung over. With a "clang" sound, Lu Xiangsheng fell backwards by a huge force, and then rolled two circles before stopping. At this time, the arrow on the left rib hit the ground, the wound expanded, and blood flowed like a stream.

Lu Xiangsheng half-kneeled with a Yanling knife, unable to tell the direction. As soon as he stood up, he was hit hard on his back. Fortunately, he stood up. If he was still half-kneeling, the Qing army attacking from behind would chop off his head.

Seeing Lu Xiangsheng fall again, the remaining few of his personal soldiers wanted to rush over to rescue, but at this time the Qing army around them entangled them. As long as they were distracted, they would be killed or injured immediately. The Qing army on the outside was also shooting arrows immediately, which poses great threat to them.

At this time, the entire formation had been destroyed, and only a few people were still fighting to the death. The other soldiers had already begun to flee to the east. Hu Dawei and Yang Guozhu also led their servants to break through. The Qing army also transferred most of the troops to follow the defeated soldiers and covered them. Only more than twenty Qing soldiers stayed to deal with Lu Xiangsheng and others.

Lu Xiangsheng stood up again with difficulty, but the two Qing cavalry followed him and rushed from two directions, one in front and one behind, and passed through Lu Xiangsheng's sides, cutting through his knife and breaking his long flesh on his body. Lu Xiangsheng rotated like a top, and after several rounds, he fell heavily to the ground under the reflection of the setting sun, stirring up a ball of dust.

Lu Xiangsheng's shepherd officer Lu Kai finally broke the encirclement and came to Lu Xiangsheng. At this time, a sharp arrow suddenly shot and nailed to Lu Xiangsheng's body, who had no breath. Lu Kai howled and pounced on Lu Xiangsheng's body, covering Lu Xiangsheng's body with his body to prevent the enemy from insulting Lu Xiangsheng's body again.

"Swoosh", "Swoosh" arrows kept sounding, and several Qing soldiers shot out a series of arrows like beads on the horse, all of which were shot on Lu Kai, densely packed, like a hedgehog.

Gu Xian, a servant of Lu Xiangsheng, had no combat power. The Qing army originally wanted to capture him, but after seeing Lu Xiangsheng die in battle, he also committed suicide.

A young Qing army noble appeared on the battlefield, wearing white cotton armor, with yellow dragon patterns on it showing his dignity. He rode on a white horse and watched the slave soldiers attacking them harvest their heads.

"No need to cut the head!" he ordered casually.

Goshha, beside him, immediately petrified the slave soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield.

"Prince, the villain heard them calling 'Supervisor', maybe it was Lu Xiangsheng." A dead soldier who had just participated in the forcibly assaulting the front, had now taken off his heavy armor and said in a low voice.

The young nobleman glanced at the Han leader, nodded with a smile, and said, "You are the coat of my Zhengbai Banner."

The Han leader immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and said gratefully in a trembling voice: "I thank my master, and I will definitely hold a carving in the future to repay my master's kindness for his gratitude!"

It is not a wonder that the Han surrendered soldiers were so grateful. In the Qing Dynasty, the Han people, especially the Han people who surrendered or were plundered, had a low status. Their wives all wanted to be slaves to the bannermen. Although they were resentful, they could only endure it. Who dared to resist so many Han people surrendered? Even if they complained privately, they would have a disaster. Although they are still slaves, they are still servants, and their status has been improved more than a little. The wives and children can be brought back to live. If they have military merits in the future, they can still be remembered, promoted, won a lifetime position, granted a wife and a son, and immediately granted a marquis.

"What a slave, get up." The young nobleman nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand and shouted.

The Han leader kowtowed again, stood up, and smiled flatteringly: "Prince, Lu Xiangsheng is Governor of Xuanda, and is one of the few civil servants in the Ming Dynasty who can fight war."

"I know," said the young nobleman with a smile on his face, "I have heard of Lu Xiangsheng's Tianxiong Army. There are very few troops in the Ming Dynasty that can fight tough battles. Let's go south all the way, let alone field battles, even the city will go down in one go. Heroes should be treated as heroes, so leave them all corpses."

The Han leader praised: "The master is still magnanimous and a real hero, and the servant admires him."

A day later, Gao Qiqian, who was still in Jize, heard that the Qing army was heading south and panicked, so he quickly took the troops to prepare for the transfer. However, the Guanjian Army thought that the Qing army had arrived and collapsed without fighting. They ran everywhere in chaos. Some took off their clothes and disappeared, while others took off their detours back to their hometown in Guanning in groups.

A few days later, the news finally reached Beijing.

"Lu Xiangsheng's army was defeated," said Emperor Chongzhen with a pale face with a little heartache: "How much is the loss? Where is Lu Xiangsheng? Are you back?!"

"Your Majesty, please be content. You have already divided the troops several times before. The Ministry of War also ordered Lu Jiandou to divide his troops into garrison. He had only 5,000 soldiers at most, and Xuan Da's blood still existed." Yang Sichang, Minister of War, reported carefully.

Chongzhen slapped the dragon case and said dissatisfiedly: "I have said a long time ago that we can't fight in a vain! The Ministry of War gave Sun Chuanting a letter to let him guard the territory and not have to fight in a vain."

"I obey the order." Yang Sichang bowed and said, "The responsibility of Lu Xiangsheng's defeat in the battle was the responsibility of his army."

"Let's discuss it again!" Chongzhen waved his hand and interrupted Yang Sichang's words.
Chapter completed!