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Chapter 672 The Tragedy of the Bordered Blue Banner

"The Yuwen clan of the Xianbei!"

Aisin-Gioro Amin murmured softly, his voice revealing an undisguised despair.

Upon hearing these four words, Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi's faces turned ashen. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with despair.

As the distance closed, it became clear that these Xianbei cavalrymen were exceptionally well-equipped, with intricate totems carved on their armor, showcasing both the ancient traditions of the Xianbei people and revealing a formidable fighting force.

The horses ridden by the leading cavalrymen were glossy and muscular, clearly carefully selected and trained, capable of carrying their riders across the battlefield with the speed of the wind.

The leading general, clad in silver armor and wielding an ornate steel spear, was none other than Yuwen Yong's general, the loyal and valiant Yuchi Jiong.

The appearance of Yuchi Jiong plunged Aisin Gioro Amin and others into utter despair.

The cavalry under the command of the Yuwen clan Xianbei, now joined by Yuwen Yong and others, are not only formidable in combat but also tactically flexible and versatile, making them formidable opponents.

Moreover, at this point, they were already at their limit, and both their physical strength and morale were at an extreme low.

"Amin Beile, what should we do?"

Wanyan Jindanzi asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

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

His heart was filled with resentment and anger, but even more so with helplessness and despair.

He knew that he and his companions had no way out and could only grit their teeth and face the challenge head-on, even if the final outcome was to be shattered to pieces.

"Prepare for battle!"

Aisin-Gioro Amin finally spoke. His voice was hoarse, but unusually firm. He slowly raised the saber in his hand, his face expressionless.

He knew that death was the only outcome, and as a son of the grasslands, he had long been prepared for it.

On the grasslands, no one can win forever; everyone will eventually meet their match, it's just a matter of sooner or later.

It's just a pity about the Bordered Blue Banner...

Aisin-Gioro Amin slowly turned around and looked at the figures in blue armor behind him. As a member of the Eight Banners Army, the Bordered Blue Banner had only been established for a short time. They should have been making their mark on the grasslands and were invincible.

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

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

Despite their fear and unease, their discipline as Manchu cavalrymen kept them firmly on their horses, their backs straight.

Upon seeing this, Yu Chijiong curled his lips into a cold smile.

He waved his hand, and the Xianbei cavalry behind him gradually increased their speed, from a slow trot to a rapid charge. The sound of hooves grew louder and louder until it was like thunder, surging towards the Blue Banner cavalry like a tide.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves seemed to make the earth tremble.

"Kill! These Jurchen barbarians are at their last gasp. Charge in and wipe them out!"

The leader, Yu Chijiong, held a carved steel spear and charged at the forefront with murderous intent.

As Yuchi Jiong finished speaking, the Xianbei cavalry and the Bordered Blue Banner cavalry finally clashed violently.

The battlefield was instantly filled with the clashing of swords and the flying of flesh and blood, with screams and roars rising and falling.

Aisin-Gioro Amin brandished his saber and engaged Yuchi Jiong in battle. The two, imbued with fierce energy, sparked with each clash, as if they were tearing the air apart.

However, as time went on, Aisin-Gioro Amin gradually felt his physical strength failing. His hand movements began to slow down, his internal energy began to weaken, and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing this, Yu Chijiong sneered and suddenly intensified his attack. The steel spear in his hand, wrapped in thick qi, shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading straight for Aisin Gioro Amin's vitals.

Aisin-Gioro Amin tried his best to defend, but he was still a beat too slow. The tip of the steel spear cut through his armor, and blood immediately stained his clothes.

"Amin Beile!"

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were shocked to see this and spurred their horses forward to try to save Aisin Gioro Amin.

However, the Yuwen clan Xianbei cavalrymen beside Yuchi Jiong were like an impregnable wall, firmly keeping these two exhausted generals outside.

Aisin-Gioro Amin stared wide-eyed at the imposing Xianbei general, Yuchi Jiong, before him.

His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by intense pain. He knew he was nearing the end of his life, but his pride prevented him from bowing his head easily.

His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by intense pain. He knew he was nearing the end of his life, but his pride prevented him from bowing his head easily.

"Come on, you treacherous dogs of the Yuwen clan!"

"Let me see just how capable your Yuwen clan really is!"

Aisin-Gioro Amin roared hoarsely, his voice trembling with a hint of screaming.

Yu Chijiong sneered, and the carved steel spear in his hand trembled slightly, the tip of the spear pointing directly at Amin's heart, and a sharp killing intent instantly spread out.

"Hmph, he's a real man. That old codger Nurhaci may not have any other skills, but he's certainly good at fathering sons."

Yu Chijiong said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Aisin-Gioro Amin did not answer, but simply gripped his saber tightly, preparing to receive the final blow.

Without further hesitation, Yu Chijiong suddenly swung his spear, thrusting it towards Amin like a dragon emerging from the sea.

The gun tip sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aimed directly at Amin's vitals.

Amin swung his saber with all his might, trying to block the fatal blow.

Unfortunately, Yu Chi Jiong's spear tip drew a strange arc in the air, cleverly avoiding the saber's obstruction, and headed straight for Amin's heart.

Aisin-Gioro Amin stared wide-eyed at the approaching spearhead, an unprecedented despair welling up inside him, and he could only watch helplessly as death descended.

"Pfft!"

Yu Chi Jiong's spear tip pierced Amin's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes and the grass red.

Amin's body trembled slightly, then she slowly collapsed onto the grass, her eyes, which had been burning with flames, gradually dimmed.

"Amin Beile!"

Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were filled with grief and indignation. They wanted to rush forward to avenge Aisin Gioro Amin, but they were held back by the Xianbei cavalry.

They could only watch helplessly as the first leader of the Bordered Blue Banner fell, powerless to do anything about it.