Chapter 676: The Sorrow of the Blue Banner

"Yuwen Xianbei!"

Aisin-Gioro Amin murmured in a low voice, his voice revealing an unconcealable despair.

When Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi heard these four words, their faces instantly turned pale as paper. They looked at each other, their eyes full of despair.

As the distance gets closer, it can be clearly seen that these Xianbei cavalry are extremely well-equipped, with intricate totems carved on their armor, which not only demonstrates the ancient traditions of the Xianbei people, but also reveals a fighting power that should not be underestimated.

The war horses under the crotch of the leading cavalrymen had shiny fur and strong muscles. They were obviously carefully selected and trained horses, capable of carrying the cavalrymen to gallop like the wind on the battlefield.

The leading general, wearing silver armor and holding a carved steel spear, looked very majestic. He was none other than Yuchi Jiong, a general under Yuwen Yong and a loyal hero.

The appearance of Yuchi Jiong made Aisin-Gioro Amin and others fall into complete despair.

The cavalry under the command of the Yuwen Xianbei clan, which has recently joined Yuwen Yong and others, is not only powerful in combat, but also has flexible and changeable tactics. They are by no means an easy opponent to deal with.

What's more, at this time, they were already at the end of their strength, and both their physical strength and morale were at an extremely low point.

"Amin Beile, what should we do?"

Wanyan Jindanzi asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of panic and helplessness.

Aisin-Gioro Amin did not answer, but clenched his teeth and stared at the approaching Xianbei cavalry in front of him.

His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but more of it was helplessness and despair.

He knew that he and his men now had no way out and could only move forward bravely, even if the final outcome would be death.

"Get ready to fight!"

Aisin-Gioro Amin finally spoke. Although his voice was hoarse, it was extremely firm. He slowly raised the saber in his hand with an expressionless face.

It's just a death, and as a man of the grassland, he has already prepared himself for it.

On the grassland, no one can win all the time. He will eventually encounter this day, it’s just a matter of sooner or later.

It's a pity that the blue flag
Aisin-Gioro Amin slowly turned his head to look at the figures in blue armor behind him. As a member of the Eight Banners Army, the Bordered Blue Banner was formed not long ago, and they should have made their mark on the grassland and been invincible.

Now, he will fall silently in this place and become the first banner of the Eight Banners Army to be annihilated as a whole.

Led by Aisin-Gioro Amin, the remaining Bordered Blue Banner cavalrymen cheered up, gripped their weapons tightly, adjusted their breathing, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

Although their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, their qualities as Eight Banners cavalrymen still allowed them to stand firmly on their horses with their backs straight.

Seeing this, Yuchi Jiong curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

He waved his hand, and the Xianbei cavalry behind him slowly increased their speed, gradually accelerating from their original jog to a rapid charge. The sound of horse hooves became heavier and heavier, until it was like thunder, rushing towards the cavalry of the Bordered Blue Banner like a tide.

The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

"Kill! These Jurchen barbarians are already at the end of their strength. Charge straight over and kill them all in one fell swoop!"

The leader, Yuchi Jiong, held a carved steel spear in his hand and rushed to the front with murderous intent.

As Yuchi Jiong finished his words, the Xianbei cavalry and the Bordered Blue Banner cavalry finally collided violently.

The battlefield was suddenly filled with swords and sabers, blood and flesh flew everywhere, screams and roars rose and fell. Aixinjueluo Amin brandished his saber and fought with Yuchi Jiong. Every time the two men clashed with each other, sparks flew, as if they were tearing the air apart.

However, as time went on, Aisin-Gioro Amin gradually felt physically exhausted, his hand movements began to become slow, the energy in his body began to weaken, and his breathing became rapid.

Upon seeing this, Yuchi Jiong curled up a sneer and suddenly increased his offensive. The steel spear in his hand, which was wrapped in a strong aura, went straight to the vital point of Aisin-Gioro Amin like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Aisin-Gioro Amin tried his best to resist, but he was still a step too slow. The tip of the steel gun directly cut through his armor, and blood immediately dyed his clothes red.

"Amin Beile!"

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were horrified when they saw this, and rushed forward on horseback, trying to rescue Aisin-Gioro Amin.

However, the Yuwen Xianbei cavalrymen next to Yuchi Jiong were like a solid wall of steel, firmly blocking the two exhausted generals outside.

Aisin-Gioro Amin widened his eyes and stared at the majestic Xianbei general Yuchi Jiong in front of him.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain. He knew that he was at the end of his life, but the pride in his heart made him unwilling to bow his head easily.

"Come on, you bastard from the Yuwen clan!"

"Let me see how capable you, the Yuwen clan, are!"

Aixinjueluo Amin roared hoarsely, with a hint of roar in his voice.

Yuchi Jiong sneered, and the carved steel gun in his hand shook slightly. The tip of the gun pointed directly at Amin's heart, and a fierce murderous aura instantly spread.

"Humph, he is a real man. Nurhaci, that old man, may not have any other abilities, but he is really good at giving birth to sons."

Yuchi Jiong said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.

Aisin-Gioro Amin did not answer, but just gripped the saber tightly in his hand, ready to meet the final blow.

Yuchi Jiong no longer hesitated. He shook his spear violently and stabbed towards Amin like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The tip of the gun cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and pointed directly at Amin's vitals.

Amin swung the saber in his hand with all his strength, trying to block the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, the tip of Yuchi Jiong's gun drew a strange arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the obstruction of the saber and going straight to Amin's heart.

Aisin-Gioro Amin widened his eyes, watching the gun tip getting closer and closer, an unprecedented despair surged in his heart, and he could only watch death come.

"Pfft!"

The tip of Yuchi Jiong's gun pierced directly through Amin's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes and the grass red.

Amin's body trembled slightly, then slowly fell to the grass, and his eyes burning with flames gradually dimmed.

"Amin Beile!"

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were filled with grief and anger, and wanted to rush forward to avenge Aisin-Gioro Amin, but they were entangled by the Xianbei cavalry.

They could only watch helplessly as the first leader of the Bordered Blue Banner fell.

(End of this chapter)