Kalla's vision blurred, and he raised his sword to block, but his block missed. A gust of wind passed by his ears, and the back of Ma Chengfei's sword slammed into his shoulder fiercely.
Kalla screamed in agony, his bones were shattered, and he fell headfirst, rolling in the mud and wailing in pain.
Several Ming soldiers stepped forward, grabbed Kalla by the pigtail, and dragged him away. One soldier, displeased with his screams, scooped up a handful of mud and sand, kneaded it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Amin's face was terribly gloomy. Although the sounds of gunfire and shouting were far away, he knew that he was not out of danger.
The reason why the Ming army chose this place to block the attack was because they were optimistic about the terrain. If they tried to bypass the riverbank during the attack, wouldn't they be shot down as a sitting duck if they took one step forward and one step back?
The Ming army released hundreds of men on the flanks, firstly to form flanking firepower, and secondly to prevent the Jiannu from detouring from the riverbank.
Although Amin was still worried about whether he could escape with these hundreds of people, he was more filled with sadness and resentment.
Losing is losing, but losing so miserably. And even if I give myself another chance, the chance of turning defeat into victory is not very great. This is what makes people feel sad and helpless.
A salty and fishy taste came up in his mouth. Amin had already bitten his lip but he didn't realize it yet.
There was a gentle slope ahead, which should have led to the main road, but Amin's eyes flickered and he was a little hesitant.
Had the enemy already advanced and lined up in front of them? Amin wasn't sure, and he didn't want to fight them anymore.
But if they continued to walk along the river, they would definitely not be able to reach the speed of the Ming army on the highway, and it would only be a matter of time before they were blocked.
In fact, Amin soon stopped worrying because he could clearly see the red silhouette of the enemy on the gentle slope. Not only the gentle slope, but also the Mongolian coalition army behind them, reining in their horses and drawing their bows.
"Lord Beile..." The captain of the personal guard, Zhu Ketu, ran over, took a look at the enemy in front of him, and a look of determination appeared on his face. "This servant will lead the people to contain the enemy and ensure that Lord Beile escapes safely."
After saying this, without waiting for Amin to answer, he brandished his sword and shouted, "Brothers, fight the enemy! Turn around and charge, and fight for your life." After saying this, he slowed down his horse.
A look of hesitation appeared on Amin's face, but then he nodded vigorously.
The personal guards were ready to fight to the death in order to save himself; Amin felt that he could not let them down, and besides, the personal guards were his confidants and usually received the most favors, so it was time for them to be loyal to the master and repay him.
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