After Galaidaoga died in battle, the two Manzhou Niulu on the left wing were soon surrounded by the Taiping Army that rushed up. The Lan Banner Zuling Tusa and the Zhengbai Banner Zuling Bual were killed one after another.

The desperate Manzhou soldiers just instinctively swung their swords around, but there were Taiping troops in front, back and left and right. They held spears and waved big swords barefoot, and rushed like a tide in the sound of the suona, and they could not kill them no matter how hard they were.

Ama, I don’t want to die, the baby doesn’t want to die!

The young Manzhou soldier looked at the spear that was stabbed in his chest, and was full of reluctance. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move, and his body was nailed to death by the spear.

The 19-year-old Yitsilin was about to collapse. He hugged a Taiping Army full of mud. The Taiping Army was obviously stronger than him. He tied his neck tightly with his arms, making him unable to breathe.

Yitsilin kept pinching, pulling, and grabbing his hands, but he really had no strength. His body was very heavy. In the end, he could only open his eyes and look at the final scene blankly. It was a Taiping Army that was about the same age as him. The other party said something to the Taiping Army behind him, and then used a dagger to cut his throat horizontally.

In a trance, Yitsilin seemed to feel his whole body floating up. His head was held in his hand by the young Taiping Army, and the Taiping Army seemed very happy.

"Uncle Second, I have cut a Tartar head. This one is yours, I don't want it."

"You can take it, one plan for military merits and one for reward silver. After you go back, you can get some good medicine for your father."

Thinking of his father who was sick in bed, the young Taiping Army followed his second uncle's words and tied Yitsilin's head to his belt, using Yitsilin's delicate braid. Yitsilin was not alone. He had no eyes closed until he died and looked at his companions who were also hanging on the belt of the young Taiping Army. That was half of their heads.

In the Ni Zhuo not far from the two uncles and nephews Taiping Army, there was a Manzhou soldier who was half of his body trapped in the mud. He was pretending to be dead.

Ma Qi was very scared. He didn't want to die or be cut off by the barbarian Taiping Kou. He wanted to go home and return to his hometown in the capital.

There were constant screams coming from his ears. Ma Qi knew that his injured and undead companion was being cut off by the barbarian. Fear made him close his eyes tightly. He tried hard to bury his head deeper, even if the odor of the mud was unbearable, and even his breathing became difficult. But he didn't dare to move, in order to hide his identity. Ma Qi's whole body was stained with mud. Even his braids were cut off, and he just lay in the mud pit, hoping that the barbarians would not find him or treat him as a dead companion so that he could crawl out from here after dark.

The movements around suddenly became much smaller, and you could vaguely hear the Southern Barbarian shouting and heading towards the northeast.

Ma Qi breathed a sigh of relief, glad that God blessed him. After confirming that there was no Taiping Army around, he raised his head carefully. Because there was no air in the small hole he dug out, and if he didn't move, he would probably suffocate to death.

There is really no Taiping Army around. The nearest Taiping Army is more than ten feet away from here. They are carrying the bodies of their companions one by one.

There were dozens of corpses around Ma Qi, but now they have been moved away by the Taiping Army, and the rest are all Manzhou soldiers whose heads were cut off. This made Ma Qi even more at ease. He knew that he had not been discovered. As long as he continued to remain motionless, he could definitely escape from this damn place when it was dark.

Ma Qi breathed in the air accompanied by the smell of stinking and bloody smell, and each breath was so greedy and so satisfying. He felt his legs numb, so he wanted to move, but his heart suddenly jumped up and he found that he could not move.

No! No! No! No!

Ma Qi was frightened. A terrible thing happened. Not only did he not move his body, but his body was also sinking little by little.

Ma Qi went crazy. He tried his best to lie on the mud in front of him with both hands, trying to climb up hard. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the lower part of his waist.

Despair, a stream of despair that had never been seen before permeated in Ma Qi's heart.

"Help! Help!"

Ma Qi shouted loudly, even if the shouting would attract the Taiping Army, he would not care, because if no one came to save him, he would be swallowed up by the quagmire.

"Someone shouted over there!"

"What are you shouting?"

"I don't know, go and have a look!"

Ma Qi's cry was indeed heard by the Taiping Army, and several soldiers from the baggage battalion who were cleaning the battlefield rushed over. They saw Ma Qi in the quagmire.

"Is it the Tartar?"

The soldiers in the baggage battalion were not sure. An older soldier pulled Ma Qi's head with a spear, and then said with certainty: "It's the Tartars, the braids were just cut."

"Save me! Save me!"

Ma Qi was casually pulled by someone and spear on his head, but he didn't feel any humiliation. Instead, he shouted loudly in extremely unskilled Chinese language, wanting the Taiping Army above to pull him out, because the mud was almost flooding his chin.

"He is asking us to save him, or not?"

Several soldiers from the baggage battalion discussed a few words, and then the Taiping Army who used a spear to squat down and said to Ma Qi, who was praying in the pit: "Okay, let's save you!"

"Thank you...thank you..."

Ma Qi was so excited that he almost burst into tears. After a few seconds, his tears did not flow down, but blood spurted out from his neck.

Ma Qi was rescued, to be precise, his head was rescued from the quagmire.

"This Tartar has a heavy head, and I'm afraid it's about twenty pounds."

"So heavy? Big Head Tartars, haha."

The Taiping Army of the baggage battalion laughed at each other and carried Ma Qi's head away. In the mud, a headless corpse gradually sank until it disappeared.

...........

In the battle to block the Manzhou cavalry on the east bank of Huangsha River, Ge Yi was hit by three arrows, one arrow shot on his left arm, one arrow shot on his right rib, and another arrow penetrated his cheek, taking away most of the flesh in his right ear. With the help of his subordinates, he waved his sword to cut off the two Manzhou military flags.

The two arrows on Ge Yi's body had not been taken out, but he just cut off the arrow shaft. Every time he moved, it hurt so much, but at this moment he was excited to hold the two military flags in his hand and waved them constantly until the blood in the wound gushed out again. But he had no choice but to sit down and ask someone to bandage him again.

"Have fun, it's so good. After this battle, I will take you to Guangzhou again! Huh... Boy, be gentle!"
Chapter completed!