Dorgon gritted his teeth. He knew that there was a very thick blood vessel in the human leg. If it was cut off by a bullet, the blood in the human body would spurt out in a short while.

"Ah...! Ah...!" Jierhalang's scream echoed in the silent forest.

The Ward cavalry guards did not come over to check on Jilharang's injuries, which also showed that they did not care whether they captured a dead person or a living person.

The screams echoed for five minutes, and Dorgon finally felt relieved. At least Jierhalang was not hit in the aorta, which meant that he would not die immediately.

But it doesn't make much difference whether they are dead or not. After a while, maybe both brothers will die. Their corpses will be carried back to Moscow on war horses. Maybe the Ming people don't like to have whole corpses, so their heads will be cut off.

Send them to Ming Dynasty to give that bastard Li Xiao a look to confirm that the two brothers are really dead.

Dorgon still didn't move. He didn't dare to move just now, but now he doesn't want to.

When I'm about to die, I'm going to have to pull in a few people to support me. It depends on whether you bastards will come over or not.

The Guard Ward Cavalry was very patient. Since one of them had been defeated, the other one was probably nearby.

The gunshots became more intense, and even the bushes that had just been hit by bullets were being searched again.

Dorgon was already lying on the ground. He didn't want to be like Jilharang. He held the grenade firmly in his hand and put the fire tube on his little finger.

He was ready to fire the grenade at any time and fight to the death. He must not be captured alive, because he knew what a miserable end he would have if he fell into the hands of Ming.

"Crack...!" Amidst the gunfire, Dorgon heard the sound of breaking a branch.

The sound was so clear in my ears, and it was definitely no more than ten meters away from me.

"Fuck your grandma!" Dorgon threw the grenade in his hand without thinking.
Chapter completed!