"Let me go!" The three thousand powerful crossbows under Peng Yue's command were arranged in a neat manner. The cold tips of the arrows were emitting a cold and cold light under the sunlight. With Peng Yue's order, three thousand archers were placing crossbows.

"Swoosh swish" black crossbow shuttled through the rising fire on the battlefield, reaping the lives of the enemy over and over again. The Vietnamese army began to retreat step by step under the oppression of fire, strong crossbows, cold arrows, and tens of thousands of enemy troops. This is no longer a battlefield, but a slaughterhouse, a slaughterhouse belonging to the Wu army. All the Vietnamese army will not be spared, and they are ruthlessly harvested.

"The whole army...!" Liu Yuan shouted angrily with his sword and led his command to break through the front. However, just after three steps, the cold arrows in the sky directly enveloped within a hundred steps around Liu Yuan. Now Liu Yuan could no longer escape. Liu Yuan seemed panicked and thought, looking for a shield around, and his black pupils were turbulent, but there was nothing else around him except the corpse.

"Land down" Liu Yuanjing's rough palms were directly on Liu Yuan's shoulders, and he pressed him directly under him, using his body to rain arrows all over the sky.

"Brother Jing"'s black shadow covered Liu Yuan's whole body. With the strength of Liu Yuanjing's arms, Liu Yuan sat on the ground with his butt, and the cold arrow pierced Liu Yuanjing's back. Blood scattered all over Liu Yuan's face. Liu Yuan's pupils shrank violently. This was a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Liu Yuanjing's vitality has no chance of survival under this rain of arrows. Liu Yuanjing's body pressed mercilessly on Liu Yuan's body, one lying and the other lying down. Time was frozen here. Liu Yuanjing's life was passing rapidly, muttering to himself: "Living...Living...Low..."

Before Liu Yuanjing could finish his words, he lost his life. Liu Yuanhu's eyes were cold and tears, and he grabbed Liu Yuanjing's body with both hands, crying and tragic: "Brother...Brother!"

"Kill!" The big knife in Yang Ye's hand was flowing with blood. In just half an incense stick, thousands of lives had been told here. Wu Jun's cold arrows seemed to be wild and frivolous. The sunset dusk was not late because of this battlefield. The blood on the ground, the mixed blood smelled disgusting, and the air was burning with burnt smell of the body.

Yang Ye and the others were already numb. They couldn't even hold the knife with their rough palms, and their numb brains ignored the disgusting smell. Li Shunchen's 30,000 troops have been fought to the present, and Yang Ye has also paid the price of more than 10,000 people. This real battlefield of blood and flesh is like a meat grinder.

Lee Sun-chen knelt on the ground with his tired body, his eyes were already devoid of spirit, his gray beard had turned blood red, his face was covered with blood, and two cold arrows were inserted on his back. Lee Sun-chen endured the bitterness in his heart, and the sword in his palm pointed tremblingly at the front: "Where is Virgin Zhao?"

"General! Virgin Zhao has been captured alive." Li Xuancheng was helped by two soldiers and was about to collapse.

"Where is Zhang Shijie?" Li Shunchen covered his heart and could not help but ask questions.

"Die!" Li Xuancheng sat on the ground, gasping heavily, and was anxious. He looked at Li Shunchen's incredible face and continued to say: "I saw it with my own eyes, it was burned to death!"

"Attack" Li Shunchen was about to continue discussing countermeasures with Li Xuancheng, but screams in front of him continued. Li Shunchen looked up and looked at the hundreds of Zhuge crossbow soldiers fired arrows one by one. Each trigger pulled the sound of one person falling down, just like a massacre. Li Shunchen was already numb, closed his eyes slightly, and lowered his head: "I surrender!"

The last straw that broke the camel's back was finally suppressed. Except for Liu Yuan, the entire military camp, who fought hard and was killed by Yitong in Chengdu, Li Shunchen and Li Xuancheng both surrendered.

In the dilapidated prefect's palace, Yang Ye sat in the commander's position wearing bloody armor, listening to the battle report that Peng Yue ordered: "Ten thousand people were killed in battle and more than three thousand prisoners were captured. All of these were given by Li Shunchen."

"This Li Shunchen" Yang Ye was very angry. He drank a bowl of water and moistened his throat. He shouted angrily: "Press these two generals up."

"promise"

In half a stick of incense, two generals, Li Shunchen and Li Xuancheng, were pushed into this hall that they were once very familiar with, and this mansion that belonged to them.

"Two Generals Li" Yang Ye dragged his tired body to snuggle on the seat, as if he was planning to lean more comfortably.

"We... are willing to surrender." Li Shunchen broke out without thinking, and he broke out directly. How determined he resisted on the battlefield, and how thorough he surrendered now.

Compared with Li Shunchen at both ends of the rat, Li Xuancheng seemed much more determined. Li Xuancheng had closed his eyes and had given up struggling. Years of war had numbed him, desolate, sad, death, greed, selfish, deception, loyalty, and loyalty. He had seen too many things, and he was tired.

"Surrender!" Yang Ye was a little surprised. He thought Li Shunchen would beg him for death. He was the one who overestimated Li Shunchen. Yang Ye moved his position and the wooden chair made a creaking sound. Yang Ye looked at Li Shunchen, staring at Li Xuancheng who had been closing his eyes indifferently, rubbed his sore arms, and subconsciously interrogated: "Boy, where are you?"

However, what was waiting for Yang Ye was quiet. Li Xuancheng didn't even want to answer. Han Bao, who was standing on the left, rushed forward and shouted angrily: "What are you arrogant? Are you looking for death?"

"Come on! Drag Li Shunchen out and behead him!" Yang Ye waved his hand without hesitation, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more serious.

"Wait! Why?" Li Shunchen thought he would survive, but even if he lived in shame, the result he had been surprised.

"I have given you a chance, but because of your stupidity, I have killed tens of thousands of soldiers in Yuhang, so you can die and let you go! How can I be worthy of the heroic spirits of these tens of thousands of soldiers! Drag it out! Beheaded." Yang Ye was too lazy to say more to him, and suddenly waved his hand, with a great sense of irritability in his eyes.

"Give me your life! Give me your life." Li Shunchen's voice seemed to be the last shout. Han Bao dragged Li Shunchen out directly, and then heard a scream outside. Li Shunchen's head fell to the ground. Yang Ye looked at Li Xuancheng who was silent and sighed: "Escort Yuhang and wait for the king's order."

Those who wanted to live did not survive, but those who didn't want to live successfully stayed. Yang Ye looked at the sky, and there were only a few stars flashing. Yang Ye stood up with difficulty, with a tired face: "The whole army rested for three days, and sent troops to attack Kuaiji in three days."

"No" Peng Yue shouted, and looked ahead with his eyes, and a great battle was inevitable.
Chapter completed!