There is no suspense about the belonging of victory. All the Qing army can do is to struggle to death.

Zuo Yuan's tender face exudes a madness that is not consistent with his age. He could not see his grandfather Zuo Liangyu and his father Zuo Menggeng's cowardice and timidity when facing a strong enemy, but instead he was persistent and unafraid. While still in the voice change period, he shouted loudly, like a ghost, waving his long sword in his hand desperately, but failed to kill a Taiping army. Instead, he was wrapped in a piece by the retreating Qing army.

Bao Jing couldn't hold on anymore. He found that there were many familiar faces among the Taiping gangs who were shouting from the opposite side. He remembered that he had hunted, drank wine, and played with women when he was outside the pass, but now these people have cut off the braids behind their heads and raised the long hair of Han people.

A hairy thief!

Bao Jing cursed his former colleagues who had recovered their original hair accessories, but his feet were instinctively retreating due to fear.

The setting sun is like blood, and blood is better than the setting sun. There are broken blades and spears everywhere, and blood and flesh are flying everywhere.

The South China Sea soldiers were still rushing to the forefront, and swung their swords and spears to slash the Qing soldiers who could not resist the retreating. Their ferocity made the Huaxian soldiers who had just retreated and Cong Hua soldiers who were afraid of it, and also made Wu Zhenchaoha and the Han soldiers frightened. They saw the gaze of the people in the eyes of these Taiping soldiers who rushed over crazy, as if these people had just returned from Hell Shura City.

Zhao Ziqiang, a thousand household in the South China Sea, turned around several times and looked at the place where Zhou Shixiang was. His face was extremely excited. He was desperate. This time, he could get a commander or deputy general to work, and then be the same officials as Huang Sicheng and Hu Mingyi, but the rewards and punishments of Zhou Dashui are unknown.

Zhou Shixiang was silent in the distance, and the performance of the South China Sea soldiers was absolutely impressive. After this battle, the South China Sea soldiers could be used as the main force. Even the Conghua soldiers and the Huaxian soldiers could also be directly classified as the main force to build a separate town. However, the evil committed by these adapted soldiers in Huizhou made him feel uneasy. If they let go and reuse them, they don’t know what kind of anger will do in the future.

On the one hand, it is corrupt military discipline, but on the other hand, it is a combat effectiveness. The two are weighing and choosing, making it difficult for Zhou Shixiang to make a decision. In the end, it is better to put the matter aside and deal with it after the Jidu is resolved.

"Those who capture Shen Yongxing alive will be promoted to three levels and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

Zhou Shixiang awarded the reward. When the blind Li heard that he was promoted to the third level, he was rewarded with a thousand taels of silver. He couldn't help but feel ready, but he is now the commander of the Iron Man Guard and a serious general. He only has one responsibility, which is to protect the safety of the Grand Marshal Zhou Shixiang. Therefore, it is not his turn to take the hammer to perform a hero.

Suna led his cavalry out again, and they rushed towards the remaining hundreds of Qing troops, waving their sabers like a surging tide.

The cavalry's re-issue completely shattered the final resistance of Wu Zhenchao and the Han army. Bao Jing died under a South China Sea sword, and his part collapsed and was killed in an instant.

"Master, it's over..."

Lu Guangzu closed his eyes in pain and suddenly opened them suddenly. He hugged Shen Yongxing and wanted to pull him on the horse to escape, but Shen Yongxing did not move at all, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he pulled him.

"Master, let's go!"

Shen Yongxing's personal soldiers were extremely anxious and they were unwilling to die here.

"I won't leave...I won't leave..."

Shen Yongxing murmured to himself in a daze. He could not understand why the Taiping Army, who was obviously driven to Huizhou by Prince Jian's army, suddenly appeared in Chaozhou and ambushed him? They had grown wings and flew over!

"Master!"

Seeing that Shen Yongxing refused to escape, Lu Guangzu didn't care about what the court would do when he escaped back. He stomped his feet and turned over and fled towards Puning. Li Tianshui, Shi Qing and others not far away had already run away, and there were only twenty or thirty soldiers who were still by Shen Yongxing, most of whom were still injured.

Zuo Yuan did not leave, and the young man didn't know where he got the courage to die with Xu Shun Gong. If his father and grandfather knew that his descendants were so heroic, I really don't know if they were relieved or embarrassed.

Zuo Yuan held Shen Yongxing, who was a little unable to hold on, and slowly helped him sit on the ground, still holding the long knife in his hand.

"Where is my official seal?"

Shen Yongxing suddenly reached out and touched his arms. He had three official seals, one was the big seal of Gushan inlaid with white flags, the other was the big seal of Xu Shun Gong. The other was the official seal of Wu Zhenchaoha. The three seals were carried by him, but they were not on him, but were collected by his personal soldiers. However, the personal soldiers were not sure where they were going, whether they were dead or alive. Shen Yongxing was very lonely, sitting there blankly looking at the blood-filled soil.

"Master, we are defeated!"

Zuo Yuan was dissatisfied and lost to the Nanman, which made him feel more uncomfortable than killing him. He still remembered the scene when the emperor summoned him personally when he left the capital. At that time, he vowed to make great achievements in front of the emperor. He dreamed of returning to the capital with all his military achievements. But now, he was defeated and was about to be in danger of his life. At this moment, the young man could not express his despair.

"Defeated means defeat. What's wrong with you?"

Shen Yongxing sighed and stopped talking. He just looked at the Taiping Army that was rushing over by the darkness.

Your Majesty, I’m sorry to you!

Only by dying a slave can heal his sins!

Shen Yongxing suddenly stood up and pulled out his sword and wiped it towards his neck.

"Master!"

Zuo Yuan was startled and hurriedly stopped him, but he was one step late. After the blade passed, blood shot out like a fountain, and Shen Yongxing's body slowly fell down.

Since ancient times, no one has died, but he has left his loyalty to shine in history.

No one knew that before Shen Yongxing died, he actually remembered Wen Tianxiang's desperate poem.

Zuo Yuan was in pain. After closing Shen Yongxing's eyes, he also drew his sword to commit suicide, which disappointed the South China Sea soldiers who had already rushed over. However, seeing that the young man was wearing general clothes at a young age, he knew that he had a great identity. At that moment, a few South China Sea soldiers rushed forward to strip Zuo Yuan's clothes and snatched the jade pendant he wore with a heart-to-heart. He was so happy that he couldn't stop. Shen Yongxing was also searched, but he couldn't find anything valuable. He was so angry that the South China Sea soldiers chopped Shen Yongxing's body with a knife to vent their anger.

There was no sun in the west, only a touch of red clouds were as bright as blood. The sky gradually became dark, and the shouts and fighting that had been echoing in my ears were gradually fading away. The breeze blew, bringing the fishy smell of the sea and also allowing the strong blood on the battlefield to spread.

On both sides of the Xitang River, corpses are everywhere and gunpowder is filled with smoke.

On February 19th, the commander of Gushan Ezhen, Xu Shungong, Wu Zhenchaoha, Shen Yongxing, the commander of Huilai County, Chaozhou, and 45 generals and other generals and schools were killed in battle. Only more than 100 officers and soldiers in the army fled back to Puning with the deputy commander Lu Guangzu, and the rest were killed in battle. The Taiping Army also suffered nearly 3,000 casualties in this battle, two thousand households, four hundred households, 17 general banners, and several small banners.
Chapter completed!