Yang Yanhui opened one eye and closed his left eye tightly. He looked at Yang Yanan holding the bow and arrow in his hand and rushing out with his soldiers. Yang Yanhui then stood up, spit out the wet dogtail grass in his mouth, turned over and got off the tree, picked up his own

The chrysanthemum golden gun, looking at the lush woods, with a playful look in his eyes, clasped his index finger and thumb, held it in his mouth, exhaled softly, and whistled, only to hear the commotion in the forest, and after a while

A yellow horse broke through the thorns everywhere and came to Yang Yanhui's side. Its body was mostly leaves, and the leaves on the horse's nose rose and fell as it breathed, which was particularly funny.

Yang Yan'an, who was riding a war horse to kill, listened to the whistle in the forest, glanced back at the forest, and murmured to himself: "This brat! He's starting to do random things again!"

"Kill...!" In the hills, the shouts of killing shook the sky, the horses neighed, and the swords clashed. It was almost impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the dark night, but it did not affect the people's charge. The Wei army could only set up defense lines because of food and grass, and they were everywhere.

There is a fire and you have to be busy putting out the fire. It is really hard to do anything at the same time.

Yang Yanan took out three cold arrows from the quiver in his arms with his backhand, and aimed his tiger eyes at the soldiers who showed up. His eyes were cold, and he could only hear the buzzing of the bow in his ears.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three arrows were fired in unison. Two arrows hit the soldier. The other arrow missed and was shot into the boundless darkness. After a while, a scream was heard.

Yang Yansi held a sledgehammer in his hand and pounded it suddenly. A Wei soldier held a shield with both hands. Several soldiers next to him joined together to form a fan shape to protect the food and grass. The spearmen behind him held their spears tightly with both hands.

After the blow, the spear thrust out and harvested the heads.

"Open it for me!" Yang Yansi dropped the sledgehammer. The silver-white sledgehammer was like a meteorite in the dark night, containing a thousand catties of power, and fell with a crash.

"boom!"

The soldier lying under Yang Yansi's sledgehammer was a young man. His whole body was bleeding and he was unconscious. The shield in his hand was smashed into a big hole and was dented inside. Yang Yansi's natural supernatural power directly shocked everyone.

Those Wei soldiers who were originally following the steps looked at Yang Yansi, who was born with supernatural power, with fear in their eyes. They backed away hesitantly and murmured to themselves: "Devil...Devil...help!"

"Hahaha! Happy! Happy! Kill!" Yang Yansi laughed unbridled and waved the sledgehammer up and down in his hand. It seemed that the Wei soldiers finally couldn't bear the pressure of Yang Yansi's aura, so they dropped the weapons in their hands and fled in all directions.

Yang Yansi looked at the Wei soldiers who were fleeing in all directions, like a child without a toy. He looked extremely unhappy and yelled: "Why are you running? You are continuing to fight! I haven't had enough fun yet?"

Hearing the demonic voice of Yang Yansi, Wei Jun was frightened and ran away, wishing his parents had two more legs. The troops behind him looked at this fat little man who was taller than them with a hint of awe in their eyes. This boy

It's really terrible. They don't have the ability to beat someone to death with just one hammer.

"The general is in trouble! We were attacked by the enemy in the rear, and our brothers suffered heavy losses!" A middle-aged man covered his broken arm and looked at Yan Zhenqing in a daze. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and his whole body

They all fell to the ground, and the blood on their broken arms gushed out like spring water, which looked particularly scary.

"Sound to the east and attack to the west! We've fallen into a trap!" Yan Zhenqing's face turned livid as he looked at the burning fires. The soldiers under his command were dead and injured, and the most critical thing was the food and grass. The food and grass in Pang Juan's hands could only last for half a month. If he could fight within this half month,

If they don't come down, what awaits the Wei army will be withdrawal or death.

"You bastard!" At this moment, Yan Zhenqing was in a dilemma. He couldn't fight again and again, but he couldn't retreat! The dog jumped over the wall when he was anxious. He couldn't bear it anymore. Yan Zhenqing wiped the blood on his face and touched it with his knuckles.

He looked at the blood on the sword and said with an angry expression: "Soldiers! Fight for the brothers who are fighting bloody battles in front! Kill them!"

"Feeling despair! Are you ready to fight back before death?" Huo Qubing rode a war horse and shot away the waist knife in Yan Zhengao's hand. He looked at Yan Zhenqing who was furious in the distance. The silver gun in his hand stood behind him, and there was something vague about his body.

His momentum gathered and his lips opened slightly: "Now that you are ready to die! Then welcome the final death!"

"Don't underestimate me! What do you think I am? Get up!" Yan Zhengao spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened, the veins on his arms popped out, and he slashed towards Huo Qubing's throat with his waist knife.

"Open!" The silver spear in Huo Qubing's hand was like a silver snake spitting out a message. He swiped it lightly and opened the waist knife in Yan Zhengao's hand. The spear suddenly stabbed out. As soon as the cold light passed, blood flowed down Yan Zhengao's throat.

Yan Zhengao's face was filled with disbelief. How could Huo Qubing, who was so indistinguishable from him just now, suddenly become so fast? Could it be that this guy... has been lying to him? The chill on Yan Zhengao's body became more and more intense when he thought about it.

Zhong Zhong felt more and more chill on his body, his eyes became darker and darker, and eventually he fell under his horse and became the nourishment of the earth. As for this puzzle, he could only go to the underworld and ask the King of Hell.

With a cold expression on his face, Huo Qubing pulled out the bronze sword from his arms with one hand, cut off Yan Zhengao's human body, hung it on the head of the gun, and shouted: "The general is dead, and those who resist will not be spared! Anyone who surrenders! Let me wait."

Way to go!"

"The general is dead! The general is dead...!" Wei Jun cried for his father and mother one by one.

Yan Zhenqing suddenly turned around and found Huo Qubing picking up his brother's head. He was filled with grief and anger. He stared at Huo Qubing with a cold expression on his face: "Ah... I will fight with you! Drive!"

Yan Zhenqing suddenly pulled up the horse's rope and waved the long sword in his hand, intending to kill Huo Qubing. At this moment, a golden gun shot out, several gun shadows were drawn, and the pole hit the horse's hoof.

Yan Zhenqing's horse was in pain. The horse stumbled and fell into the mud. Yan Zhenqing slipped to the ground and fell into a dog's mouth. While looking at it, a chrysanthemum golden gun was pressed against his throat. Only a man wearing a Wei soldier's uniform was seen.

A tall man stood in front of him. The moonlight shone on his chrysanthemum gun, but he didn't look down on his face. He said with an embarrassed expression: "Who are you!"

Yang Yanhui took off the hat on his head and sneered: "I am Yang Yanhui! If you fell into my hands today, you are not too unjust."

"Yang Yanhui! Where did this unknown soldier come from? Yan Zhenqing's face turned cold. It was really a shame for him to be defeated at the hands of such a unknown soldier. When he thought of this, Yan Zhenqing's expression turned cold: "These grains and grass cannot be sent to the front line. I, Yan Zhenqing, am the leader of the Wei Dynasty.

The eternal sinners, even if they die, they will not fall into your hands and suffer such humiliation!"

After saying that, Yan Zhenqing suddenly moved forward and pierced his heart and lungs with Yang Yan'an's chrysanthemum gun. He faced the north in the direction of Anyi and murmured to himself: "My late king! The beginning of the end will start from the beginning, and you will be appreciated by the king! Even if you die,
Chapter completed!