Meanwhile, Fukuyama's troops were blocking the enemy's offensive, while Miura's musketeers were rapidly retreating.
"Fukuyama...you...!"
Ito Junyoshi sighed, then mounted his horse and led his soldiers to retreat towards Qinyang City.
"Whoosh—"
Miura, panting heavily as he ran alongside the musketeers, was filled with even more fear as screams echoed behind him.
Finally, he couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him.
Fukuyama and his troops are fighting the enemy. As ordinary soldiers, all they can rely on are their cold weapons.
But now they are bravely standing in the back, fighting a desperate battle!
"Fukuyama, it's all up to you!!"
"We must hold them off!"
Miura gritted his teeth, not daring to look any longer, and turned his head to look ahead.
But at this moment, a large number of cavalry were galloping wildly on the outskirts of the battlefield, seemingly forming an encirclement, which made Miura's heart tremble with fear.
He could only hope to escape the battlefield before the encirclement was fully formed.
"Don't even think about escaping! Kill them!"
At that moment, an angry roar came from behind. Miura shuddered, but dared not turn around to look.
Behind them, Qi Jiguang and his soldiers were in pursuit.
Behind him, sweat poured down Fukuyama's pale face. Holding his katana, he glared at the man before him and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Don't even think about getting past us unless you step over our bodies!"
Opposite him, Qi Jiguang, his face grim, said in a cold voice:
"Then so be it, I'll step over your corpses!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed out with his sword!
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