Han’s Son is Not a Slave

After Galai Daoga died in battle, the two Manchu Niulu on the left wing were soon surrounded by the Taiping army swarming up, and Tusa, the leader of the blue flag, and Bu'al, the leader of the white flag, died in battle one after another.

The desperate Manchu soldiers just instinctively slashed around with their swords, but there were Taiping troops on the front, back, left and right. They were barefoot holding spears and wielding big swords. Can't kill.

Ama, I don't want to die, baby don't want to die!

The young Manchurian soldier looked at the spear pierced into his chest, full of unwillingness. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move, and his body was pinned to death by the spear.

The 19-year-old Itxilin was about to collapse. He hugged a Taiping army who was covered in mud. The Taiping army was obviously stronger than him. He put his arms around his neck and let him Can't breathe.

Itxilin's two hands kept pinching, pulling, and grabbing, but he really had no strength. His body was very heavy. In the end, he could only stare blankly at the last scene with wide eyes. It was a Taiping soldier about the same age as him. The other side said something to the Taiping soldier behind him who restrained him, and he used a dagger to cut his throat horizontally.

In a trance, Itxilin seemed to feel that his whole body was floating. His head was held in the hands of the young Taiping army, who seemed very happy.

"Second uncle, I have already cut off a tartar head, this one is yours, I don't want it."

"You take it, one for military merit, one for reward silver, so that you can get some good medicine for your father when you go back."

Thinking of his father who was sick in bed, the young Taiping army obeyed the second uncle's words, and tied Itxilin's head to the waistband of his trousers, using the delicate braid of Itxilin. Vaguely Xilin was not alone. He didn't rest his eyes until he died, and looked at his companion who was also hanging from the waistband of the young Taiping army's trousers.

In the mud not far from the Taiping Army's two uncles and nephews, there was a Manchurian soldier who was half-sunk in the mud. He was pretending to be dead.

Ma Qi was very afraid in his heart, and he did not want to die. He didn't want to be cut off by the barbarian Taiping bandits, he wanted to go home and return to the capital's hometown.

In his ears, there were constant screams. Mazzi knew that it was his wounded companion who was being cut off by the barbarians. Fear made him close his eyes tightly and try to bury his head deeper, even if the stench of the mud was unbearable, even if his breathing became difficult. But he just didn't dare to move, in order to hide his identity. Ma Qi was covered in mud, and even his braids were cut off by him. He just lay there in the mud pit, hoping that Nanmanzi would not find him, or treat him as a dead companion, so that he could get out of here after dark. Climb out.

The surrounding movement suddenly became much smaller, and you could vaguely hear the Nan Manzi shouting and heading northeast.

Ma Qi breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that God bless him. After confirming that there were no Taiping troops around, he raised his head cautiously, because there was no air in the small hole he pulled out. If you don't move, you will probably suffocate to death.

There is really no Taiping army around. The nearest Taiping army is more than ten meters away from here, and they are carrying the bodies of their companions one by one.

There used to be dozens of corpses around Ma Qi, but now they have all been removed by the Taiping Army, and the rest are Manchu soldiers whose heads have been cut off. This made Ma Qi even more at ease, knowing that he had not been found. As long as he stays still, he can definitely escape from this **** place when it gets dark.

Ma Qi took a deep breath in the air with the smell of silt and blood. Every breath is so greedy, so enjoyable. He felt that his legs were a little numb, so he wanted to move, but his heart jumped when he moved. He found himself unable to move.

Do not! Do not! Do not!

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

Ma Qi was crazy, he desperately used his hands to lie on the mud in front of him, trying to climb up hard. But let him try. Can't get out below the waist.

Despair, a never-before-seen despair filled Ma Qi's heart.

"Help! Help!"

Ma Qi shouted loudly, even if the shouting would attract the Taiping army, he couldn't care, because if no one came to save him, he would be swallowed alive by this quagmire.

"Someone shouted over there!"

"Screaming what?"

"I don't know, go and see!"

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 Tartar?"

The soldiers in the baggage battalion were not very sure. An older soldier pulled Mazi's head with a spear, and then said with certainty, "It's Tartar, the braid has just been cut."

"Save me! Save me!"

Being pulled at random on his head by people and spears, Ma Qi didn't feel any humiliation. Instead, he shouted in extremely unskilled Chinese for the Taiping army above to pull him out, because the quagmire was almost drowning his chin.

"He's asking us to save him, save or not?"

A few soldiers from the baggage battalion discussed a few words, and then the Taiping soldier who used a spear to slam Ma Qi squatted down and said to Ma Qi who was full of prayers in the pit: "Okay, let's save you!"

"thanks, thanks"

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

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

"This Tartar's head is heavy, I'm afraid it weighs twenty pounds."

"It's so heavy? Big head tartar, haha."

The Taiping soldiers in the cargo camp laughed and talked to each other, carrying Ma Qi's head away~www.NovelMTL.com~ In the quagmire, a headless corpse gradually sank until it disappeared.

During the battle against the Manchu cavalry on the east bank of the Huangsha River, Ge Yi was hit by three arrows. Most of the meat, with the help of his subordinates, he would chop off the two captured Manchu military flags with a knife.

The two arrows on Ge Yi's body hadn't been taken out, but the shaft was cut off. Every time he moved it, it hurt badly, but at this moment, he was excitedly holding the two military flags in his hands and waving them continuously until the blood gushed out of the wound again. Fang reluctantly sat down and asked someone to bandage him again.

"Happy, really happy, mother, after this battle, I will take you to Guangzhou again! You stinky boy, be gentle!"

Ge Yi's brows were wrinkled, that was because the soldiers' hands and feet were too heavy and the binding was a little tight, but he was still very happy, laughing and patting his subordinate's head. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit m.

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(Enlightenment Book Network)