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At this time, Amin had been carried back to the central army by various hands and feet, and all the troops in the Xianglan Banner were already in disintegration and retreated one after another.

The old slave glanced at the unconscious Amin, his face turned ashen.

I thought I could go to Lushun City for lunch today, but looking at it now, this sounds a bit...

But he also understood that Amin had tried his best, but if he hadn't charged into this formation, the fire would still have started, and his warriors would still have been killed or injured.

It has reached this point, and it is obvious that this battle can no longer be fought.

The old slave was a soldier, and he had grown up from humble beginnings. His aura was far beyond comparison with other people. Even though he was extremely unhappy, very unhappy, he still suppressed the anger in his heart and waved his hand, "Let's retreat first."

"yes."

Everyone around him felt as if he had received an amnesty.

Soon, as the golden sound rang out, the Jin troops behind each unit retreated to the camp. In the direction of the city, the Ming troops cheered. Even though they were so far apart, they could still be heard.

No one's face looks good either.

But before everyone had time to return to the camp to rest, they received new instructions. The old slave asked everyone to go to the tent to discuss matters.

The dignitaries of the Hou Jin Dynasty came to Lao Nu's tent cautiously, not daring to breathe.

The old slave was in good spirits at this time. He glanced at everyone one by one and said coldly: "What? Does this little thing make you afraid?"

"I don't dare to wait." All the generals fell to their knees.

The old slave lightly stroked his beard and asked, "Who is the Ming army guard general? What is his name?"

Lushun was within the sphere of influence with a red flag. Yue Tuo did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly stepped forward carefully and said: "Grandpa Hui Khan, there are three defenders of the Ming army in Lushun. They are the so-called Liaonan Three Divisions of the Ming army. Zhang Pan of Lushun, Guanglu Island

Chen Zhong from Changsheng Island, and Li Yuanqing from Changsheng Island. Zhang Pan and Chen Zhong are just mere warriors, so there is nothing to worry about. Only Li Yuanqing from Changsheng Island~~ is not only despicable and insidious, but also treacherous and ruthless. He treats our people

They are also extremely hostile. From the perspective of my grandson, this fire is probably planned by Li Yuanqing."

The old slave nodded lightly, "Li Yuanqing? This man is quite a talent."

As he said that, the old slave scanned everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Daishan's face.

How smart is Daishan?

At this point, how could he not understand what the old slave was thinking?

He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "My son is willing to go to Lushun City to persuade the garrison in the city to surrender for Khan Ama, especially Li Yuanqing."

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Chapter completed!