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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifteen: Suicide

"kill"

Tens of thousands of troops led their troops into the city, and most of the guards on the city wall were sweating pills by Feng Ting, and they couldn't wake up. Meng Zhan and summoned him to enter the city without any pressure.

Meng Zhan looked at the city wall and said, "This battle is too easy! It will be over so soon!"

Summoning sighed: "This battle is indeed much easier than Qin State!"

"Put them away and wait for the king to come to an end!"

Han Yi looked at the flag on the city wall and said happily: "Enter the city!"

"yes!"

Wherever Han Yi passed, the target reached the palace, and the Manhu still fought hard here. Ruicheng and Himeru had no choice. Seeing Han Yi coming, the two of them quickly put down their weapons and walked towards Han Yi and said respectfully: "Gours to King Han! Long live the king!"

Han Yi looked at Feng Ting beside him and understood something in an instant, and said with a smile: "You two abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and you will definitely not treat you badly,"

"Thank you!" The big stone in their hearts relaxed.

Han Yi looked at the general on the city wall and said, "Who is this! He is so brave!"

"Your Majesty! This person is Man Hu, the personal general of Song Henggong. When he fought against Liu Muzhi and others, he held a big sword and killed hundreds of people!" Feng Ting also had a good impression of Man Hu. This person is very happy! He values ​​affection and friendship, and he will be a powerful general in the future.

"Oh!" Han Yi was surprised. This Warring States Period was really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. He casually pulled a hundred people out and stared at Manhu and muttered: "The system checks his data for me!"

"Ding, Song General Manhu: 94, commander 86, intelligence ****54!"

"It's normal to have such force to complete the 100 people's death!" Han Yi murmured to himself, and at the same time he also developed a love for talent."

"The general in front is a barbarian tiger!" Han Yi laughed.

Manhu had a disheveled hair, holding a flower knife in his hand, standing under the palace gate, looking at Han Yi and said, "The unrighteous person actually does these stealing things. If you have the ability, we will do a big fight with real swords and guns!"

Han Yi sorted out his clothes and said with a smile on his face: "The art of war is a treacherous way! The general knows the current affairs and is a hero!"

"Random!" Manhu's big sword shook and inserted it into the ground steadily. Manhu grabbed the longbow from the soldier next to him, and looked at Han Yi and snorted coldly: "Zhong!"

The long arrow broke through the wind and killed Han Yi. Fei Lian, who was in harmony with Han Yi, appeared in front of Han Yi like a ghost. The sickle in his hand drew a bloody shadow in the air, and immediately shot down the arrow shot from the Manhu to the ground.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu in the rear were fighting with their troops, and their tiger eyes stared at Manhu, fearing that he would have any actions that would be unfavorable to Han Yi. When Manhu saw that the arrow did not hit Han Yi, he shouted that it was a pity.

Han Yi's face was as cold as frost, and his fingers hit the table, making a "ding bell, ding bell sound!"

"Attack" Han Yi's voice was like a cold cellar, as if the God of Death had issued a post.

"Kill!" Rui Cheng and Himeru picked up the weapons in their arms at the same time, and rushed away with the lead. Now is their chance to make achievements and their moment of loyalty to Han Yi on the surface.

A trace of determination flashed in Manhu's eyes and said calmly: "Why are you afraid of a real man's death? Brothers, stop them!"

"kill!"

The palace had the most tincture oil, and in order to prevent them from getting close to the city wall, Manhu lowered the tincture oil from all directions. The fire ignited and turned the wall above into a glimpse of the fire wall, which was very dazzling.

Meng Zhan stared at the fire wall. It was October now and it should have been very cold, but the fire raised the temperature around him and could not get close for a while. Meng Zhan abandoned his gun and took a bow and said, "Shoot the arrow!"

"yes!"

Thousands of flying arrows came and suppressed the barbarian tiger on the city wall. When Li Cunxiao saw that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it, "Crash the door!"

Several strong soldiers below cooperated with the soldiers who hit the door to block the arrows in the air for them.

"One, two, three! Touch!"

The towering palace gate gradually began to tremble.

Manhu's eyes were red, and the high temperature around him made his face gradually sweat, but the sound of the collision between the gate made him even more frightened, and he looked around anxiously: "Hurry! Put the turbulent oil and thunderstones into the city!"

"General...General...General...General is gone." The soldier next to him looked at Manhu with blood and said in a daze.

"Then shoot the arrow!"

"There are not many arrows!"

Manhu looked around, and the soldiers were exhausted and covered in dust. The gatekeepers below blocked the city gate tightly to prevent them from breaking through, and their faces were all in pain.

Manhu stared at the surroundings and said speechlessly for a long time: "God won't help me, Song Guohu! Oh my God!"

"Get out of here!" Li Cunxiao was furious when he saw that he had not broken the city. He directly lowered his shield with one hand and came to the city. He took a look and kicked the wooden stake. The soldier holding the wooden stake only felt that the wooden stake in his hand seemed to have been bounced away. The door that hit the shaking sound was made, but it was still not broken.

Li Cunxiao strode away, and every step he took was shaking. He held the wooden stake in his hands, his voice calmly and his face turned red. The young man next to him was so scared that he quickly gave in.

"break!"

Li Cunxiao rushed forward with great strides, and the wooden stake was already rushing back and forth by dozens of small men, becoming loose. Now, under the full blown attack of Li Cunxiao, the door trembled, and the door sluggished and began to slowly press down.

Li Cunxiao looked ahead like an evil ghost, laughed and said, "Rare for me!"

"kill!"

"The general is not good! The city gate is broken!"

Manhu seemed to have known it for a long time. He kept wiping the sword in his hand with his sword, looking at the fire in the sky, and roared to the sky: "The king and the minister took a step first!"

The barbarian tiger committed suicide on the wall of the palace. The soldiers beside him all threw down their weapons and fled everywhere.

"The lord's royal city has been broken, and the barbarian tiger draws his sword and commits suicide!"

"Here is a man, he is buried with a grand funeral!" Han Yi is not an inhumane person, such a person deserves admiration.

"Enter the palace and capture Song Henggong alive!"

"yes!"

"Big King! King! The city is broken! General Manhu died in battle!" A little eunuch ran over in a hurry.

Mr. Heng of Song looked calm, as if he knew this matter well, and he was holding a pot of wine while he was free to chant slowly.

"King,"

"What are you shouting!" Song Henggong said impatiently, looking at the eunuchs and palace maids who were fleeing from all directions, and smiled: "Go and get a torch for the orphan!"

"Master! You!"

"Go quickly!" Song Henggong said impatiently.

"yes!"

Duke Heng of Song looked at the magnificent hall, laughed and held the torch in his hand, and said wildly: "Let's bury them all!"
Chapter completed!
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