The long sword with the shoveled blood was raised high.

The glory of the prince who killed the formation was deeply attracted even if Lu Si was a human being in his lifetime.

The peasant children who started in the small county of Huaiyang need this honor.

This glory is a shock to the Manchus, a record that has made the world famous, and a necessity for the children of Huaiyang peasants to reach the throne of the emperor.

After taking a deep breath, Lu Si's hands were accumulating energy at the same time.

However, the knife did not fall.

Because, Hauge spoke.

Haoge, who took off his pointed helmet, showed his bare head, looked at the young man who was about to take his life, and asked calmly: "Are you the leader of the Huai thief?"

"King Su can call me Lu Si and I am the one who farms in your eyes. In addition, we are not Huai thieves, you are the thieves."

Lu Si put down his knife. He never talked nonsense when he killed people, but at this moment, he needed to say a few words to the person being killed.

In his sight, Jia Hanfu stood quietly on the side.

Lu Sixindao finally had someone who could write and left a real historical record for future generations.

Haoge looks a bit heroic, but he is very fat, which may be related to his father's fat body.

This kind of fat is not fat with big belly but strong fat.

The Manchurian leadership in 1644 was like the rising sun, and it was very energetic.

"I didn't expect you to be so young."

Haoge said sincerely that he always thought that the leader of the Huai thief Lu Si was a big man of horses, but he did not expect that the other party was a young man. He had fought many wars with the Han soldiers and horses, but no commander was as young as the one in front of him.

"No more than King Su who was about ten years old to lead his troops to the war."

Lu Si smiled. In fact, the main opponents of the Qing army after entering the pass were very young. Whether it was Sun Kewang, Li Dingguo, Zheng Chenggong, Li Laiheng, etc., they were all in their early twenties. In the seventeen-year history of struggle, these young people gradually moved towards middle age and towards the end of their destiny.

The end point is hopeless.

Haoge nodded, looked around the dense crowd, and said, "Did you sincerely want to have a peace talk with me in the Qing Dynasty?"

Lu Si was silent for a moment and said frankly: "With the current strength of our Huai Army, it is not enough to be an enemy of you."

This is the truth. Until it was confirmed that Haoge refused to abandon Kong Youde, Lu Si always wanted to avoid a decisive battle with the Qing army. He even hoped that Haoge could return to Beijing, because Li Zicheng had not launched a counterattack on the Western Front at that time. He was worried that Haoge would be resolved too early, and Kong Youde's group would make the Ajige army, which should have been fully invested on the Western Front, and then he went to Shandong.

In that case, it would be a disaster for the Huai Army.

Fortunately, the main force of the Shun Army's offensive on the Western Front was still on schedule.

In this way, the decisive battle on the Eastern Front could be carried out smoothly. At least, Dorgon was unable to use troops on the Eastern Front this year. Maybe he was very happy that the Huai Army solved the major problem of Haoge for his regent.

In addition to breathing, Lu Si helped the Western Front to expand the results of the battle, making the Qing court exhausted and unable to get rid of the main force of the Shun Army to deal with the Huai Army.

Haoge can understand Lu Si's words. This is the situation. If you want to blame, blame Dorgon for giving him too few soldiers, otherwise the entire army would not have been ruined.

"According to what you say, you will give you tens of millions of silver and marry you, the Manchu princess, and you will never sincerely submit to my Qing Dynasty."

Haoge is glad that he has not been confused. He can die in battle, but it cannot be a joke.

"King Su, I once said that I admire your Ama very much, so"

Lu Si finally gave Haoge a chance, either kneeling down and surrendering to him, or breaking one of his arms back.

No matter which path Hauge chooses, he can survive.

Haoge lifted the knife directly.

Lu Si also raised the knife.

Neither side has a choice.

But Haoge's body quickly froze, and his back and ribs were poked by several spears at the same time.

The spearhead failed to penetrate the iron armor on Haoge's body, but it made him unable to move.

The Huai Army soldiers holding spears tried their best to fight against this Manchu prince.

Haoge froze, looked at the young man opposite him, and laughed at himself, how could the opponent in victory give him any chance?

"master!"

The only two remaining Goshhas came up to save the master, but were stopped by one side. More than a dozen big knives chopped them into pieces of meat.

Among the pile of corpses not far away, there were Manchu soldiers and even Ahas, who were looking at their masters in grief.

Qi Bao waved his hand again.

Several more spears were stabbed out, and this time, he pierced Haoge's thigh, which made the Qing prince, who was extremely noble in blood, unable to stand and kneel to the ground.

It hurts a lot.

Haoge's face no longer had the calmness and calmness of looking at death, but his painful facial features were twisted, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down the tip of his nose. The spearhead that stabbed in his legs made him unable to move.

Lu Si was not angry that Qi Bao was good at making decisions because he could not have had a one-on-one fight with Haoge.

He just wanted to cut off Hauge's head with his own hands.

How to kill doesn't matter.

What's important is to kill.

Lu Si lifted the knife again, and he wanted to enjoy the honor of the winner.

But before he could step forward, Haoge roared upwards and then wiped the long sword in his hand against his neck.

The movement was too fast, and Qi Bao and the others couldn't even stop it.

With a "puff", the blade passed through Haoge's neck and blood spurted out.

The blood-stained sword was heavily inserted into the bloody mud. Haoge, who was bleeding from his neck, looked at Lu Si motionlessly, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sound of blood squirting between the neck sounded uncomfortable.

Lu Si shook his head, frowned slightly, and then stretched out, but walked to Haoge, looking at Haoge who was breathing uncomfortable.

Then, as the other party looked at him, he suddenly lifted the big knife and swung it down hard.

With the sound of the blade entering the flesh, Prince Su of the Qing Dynasty was beheaded to the ground.

Lu Si did not kick Haoge's body down, and let him kneel down, motionless.

This is respect given to your opponent.

"Contain all the bodies of the Manchu soldiers and give them to Hong Chengchou in a carriage."

After giving Jia Han a further sentence, Lu Si walked to Haoge's head, which was not far away, bent down and squatted down to hold the head in his hand and stood up.

The head of Hauge, facing the sun, is still very vivid, her eyes are not closed, and even the texture of her skin is so clear.

The face, scalp and temperature are still there.

"Don't worry, I will avenge you and kill your uncle."

Lu Si looked at Haoge's head and made a promise seriously, then slowly looked at his subordinates who looked at him, raised his head high, and shouted: "Long live the Huai Army!"

The silent crowd suddenly erupted.

The shouts of "Long Live" resounded throughout the wilderness by the Macha River.
Chapter completed!