"Remember the fate of both of us! Never forget!"

Guo Baoyu touched Guo Kan's face with his hand and said with tears in his eyes: "You must understand in your heart that even if you treat the great sweat as me as filial piety, the Borjijin family will always treat us as captive dogs and horses!"

When he said this, the dead horse was already dragged and slid into the Han River in the smooth blood all over the ground.

After the dead horse sank into the river, it was immediately pulled by the buoyancy of the sheepskin bag and its belly was facing upwards, pouring into the flames and corpses flowing all over the river.

Guo Baoyu clearly saw that the crack on the horse's belly was always floating on the river surface, and his grandson's hand also held the bloody short knife and slowly shrank back... At this time, Guo Baoyu finally sighed with relief! At this time, he immediately heard his son Guo Dehai crying loudly.

At the same time, on the dead horse gradually fading away from the river, it seemed that his grandson Guo Kan's crying came.

The sounds became lower and lower until they were drowned in the sound of a torrent of guns and shells!...A moment later, the position of the Jiangnan Camp had been compressed and smaller.

Their number ranged from five to six thousand to two to three thousand, and finally, in the wild stream of bomb rain, there were only a few hundred people left.

In order to avoid accidentally injuring the ships on the river, the Tongzhou army outside the encirclement specially used a shotgun with a range of about 100 meters to eliminate and kill the last enemy.

At this moment, the sound of the Hurricane Battalion's rifle shooting stopped on the small boat in the river.

Lieutenant Colonel Song Jie stood up from the boat, then he raised his legs and sat on the door panel more than one meter high in front of him.

At this time, in front of him, the enemy's corpses floating on the river were almost impossible to see a blank water surface, and the flowing water of the Han River was red! The Mongolian army, which was once like mountains and seas, were only more than a hundred people left. They were already trapped in the rain of bullets and were about to die in an instant.

Just in the Han River, which was filled with blood from the enemy, Song Jie showed a cold smile on his face.

He drew his sword in his hand, and with a "clang", he tapped the triangular bayonet on the rifle with his blade.

In this sea of ​​corpse and blood, under the black sky where flames rise.

When Song Jie looked like a sword and his face was as cold as ice, he sang: "Home is in the south of the iron-blooded Han Jiang, and he looks up at the white clouds every day.

The hero's blood flows for a long time, and his courage is like a rainbow to the horizon."

"I always think of my family and country, and I am angry at pressing my sword, and the Tartars always entangled each other.

The long roar broke through the sea of ​​stars...I am the number one mountain in the northwest!"

...Song Jie's voice is simple and desolate, like the waves of pine trees and cranes sing in the sky.

Amid his singing, Guo Baoyu, covered in blood, swayed and fell to the ground.

He hunched his neck and fell into a pool of blood and corpses all over the ground! Guo Dehai was crazy and rushed towards the Tongzhou military position with a sabre in his hand.

But at the moment of a roar, he was shotgun and his whole body was covered with holes, and he fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood.

After a moment, the Han River was silent! The Mongolian Army's Jiangnan camp was wiped out on this bloody battlefield.

The head coach Guo Baoyu and the forward general Guo Dehai were killed in battle, and the 80,000 Mongolian troops were wiped out!... At this moment, Tuolei's command had already rushed to the city of Fancheng with the Mongolian troops.

Seeing that it was already dark, they found that there was no Tongzhou army gun shot down from the city wall under a torch! When they opened the city gate, the Mongolian army scouts immediately rode their horses into Fancheng.

Torei watched his scout enter the city. After a long time he only heard the sound of his own horse hooves coming from the long street, but he did not hear a gunshot.

The whole Fancheng was empty, and Marshal Jiang gave it to the Mongolian army without hesitation.

At this moment, Tuo Lei felt that his heart was like an empty Fancheng, and he felt a sense of uneasy.

Now, Fancheng, which caused him to suffer tens of thousands of casualties, finally fell into his hands, but the enemy retreated voluntarily and gave it to him deliberately! Is this auspicious or good? How can I fight this battle next?

At this time, Tuo Lei felt mixed feelings.

For the first time in his life, he developed a deep fear of combat.

...When the gunshots on the banks of the Han River disappeared for a long time, twenty miles downstream of the Han River, a bloody short knife suddenly stretched out from the belly of a dead horse drifting along the water in the river! This hand cut several times in succession, cutting the arrow shaft that pinned the horse's belly.

The last figure covered in blood crawled out of the horse's belly.

Guo Kan pulled the sheepskin bag on the horse's body and floated on the water. He shook the blood on his head and looked around.

Then he used a knife to cut the rope that tied the sheepskin bag to the dead horse and hugged the sheepskin bag hard.

Guo Kan has recognized the flames that are still burning on the distant river bank.

The place where the fire light comes up is the north.

After he identified the direction, he immediately wanted to swim towards the east bank of the Han River, but he was not familiar with the water, but he could only wander around the river and could not get close to the river bank with all his strength.

Soon he saw a Mongolian horse stretching its neck and trampling on the river, swimming in front of it with a sinking and floating.

Guo Kan wiped the tears from his face, whistled gently, and stared at the war horse in front of him with fear.

Sure enough, the Mongolian horse heard the whistle and immediately turned its head towards Guo Kan.

At this time, Guo Kan tried his best to soften his voice, and he gently called the war horse in Mongolian words.

Then he clearly felt the horse hesitating for a moment, turned around and swam in his direction... Guo Kan finally grabbed the horse's reins, and he pounced on it without hesitation, and hugged the war horse's neck with all his might.

At this moment, he felt his left leg underwater was hit hard.

This was when the war horse was swimming, the horse's hooves that were pedaling hard in the water hit him in the leg. Guo Kan immediately felt a piercing pain, which instantly spread throughout his body! He held the pain and hugged the horse's neck, guiding the horse to swim towards the river bank.

As the river bank was getting closer, Guo Kan clearly heard the dull sound of the underwater horse hooves knocking on the pebbles.

He turned the saddle without hesitation, and used the buoyancy of the river to move his whole body to the saddle.

He knew that one of his legs had been kicked off by the war horse. If he got ashore, it would be difficult for him to jump on the war horse with his own strength! At this time, Guo Kan felt a "splash" sound of water beside him. The war horse was standing up in the shallower and running hard on the river bank! At this moment, Guo Kan stepped on the stirrup with his intact right leg, and leaned on the saddle and grabbed the reins of the horse.

After that, he finally stood on the bank of the river with his men and horses.

The first thing Guo Kan did was to touch the place where he was kicked with his hands.

That was the left knee, and now that leg is completely unconscious.
Chapter completed!