Wei'er suddenly woke up and realized that some words should not be said casually. Naturally, she did not want the other party to be arrogant. This would be the case for everyone with a stand, and women were no exception.

"Oh? I'll go? Okay?"

When Wei Meng reacted, he didn't even ride a horse. He just walked forward without taking out the butcher's knife from his waist.

The spear-carrying general was shocked when he saw Wei Meng's majestic body. However, the opponent not only did not ride a horse or wear a weapon, he did not even hold a weapon. This is the battlefield and is not a place for you to wander around! You are looking down on someone!

Before Wei Meng walked into the formation, he rushed over with his horse and spear raised. The generals on Han Guang's side were all covered in cold sweat when they saw this guy walking up to fight.

Is this guy a gift?

Unexpectedly, Wei Meng was about to be stabbed to death by a shot in the next second. When he could even see the ferocious smile of the opponent's general, Wei Meng stepped forward, caught the spear with his bare hands, and flicked it to him with his gun.

He threw it aside.

When the galloping horse hit him, a harsh bone cracking sound was heard. The horse was shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scene was as tragic as if it had hit a mountain wall directly.

Everyone who witnessed this scene had their bones aching, and stared dumbfounded as the man waved his half of his ponytail aside and slowly turned around to stare at the enemy general without pursuing him.

The fierce general was not seriously injured after being torn off. Now a carp stands upright and stabs with a spear. Who knows when his abdomen hurts, he flies out in the clouds and mist. How far? It is no longer important to him as his consciousness is gradually blurring, but the two sides are close.

The two hundred thousand troops watched helplessly as he flew out of sight.

A punch?

It was just one punch, and the impact could be heard by the whole audience. This was beyond their understanding. The other general who reacted first after a while almost roared.

"Fire the arrow! Shoot that monster to death!"

The archer who had already drawn his bow had to release the bow string with his backhand. A strange scene happened. No one, including Han Guang, made any move. They stared at the rain of arrows in the sky, shooting at the guard who was slowly walking back.

Mongolian.

The so-called one-shot area means that arrows fired from the two camps cannot reach the main camp. It does not mean that the area called for battle cannot be covered.

The opponent's coach also stared at the result of the arrow rain with bloodshot eyes. He did not give any more orders and saw countless arrow rain falling on the man in the middle.

Then, it was bounced away.

There was no power that could affect his pace, but Wei Meng was not ready to go back. How could he not fight back after being beaten?

He turned around and pulled out the crystal red butcher knife from his waist, and walked towards the opponent's camp alone, with the same unhurried pace.

Han Guang finally came to his senses, pulled out the sword from his waist and shouted.

"attack!"

The sergeants who woke up from the shock suddenly had their eyes red. They shouted to their subordinates and ran away. Their morale was so high that they couldn't express how excited they were now.

The soldiers howled and screamed and waved their weapons to cover up the kill, everyone was like a dragon, as if the enemy they faced was not a powerful enemy, but shining military exploits and clumps of dead lambs, just waiting for them to be harvested by chance!

How could the enemy coach have the guts to resist the enemy? What kind of bullshit battle formation could stop this monster from charging back and forth for a few times?

The rapid retreat was obviously the result of a veteran soldier on the battlefield retreating without collapse and in an orderly manner. However, the sergeant was already frightened. How could he withstand the impact of Han Guang's high-spirited soldiers?

As for Wei Meng?

This guy looked at the soldiers around him who were more excited than him. He rolled his eyes and put the butcher's knife back into his waist. A chariot stopped beside him. His face was so excited that his face was bloodshot. Wei'er, who was trembling all over, shouted loudly to him.

Get in the car.

"Shut up~ Meng! Come up here quickly, we will follow the army to cover up the enemy, and there won't be any soup left!"

I don’t know why she, a fisherman girl, was shivering in front of the formation, but now she suddenly changed so quickly. Wei Meng chuckled and jumped onto the chariot.

"Okay, drive, bro!"

The sergeant driving the car screamed, even though there was a cliff in front of him, this young man with bloodshot eyes dared to drive the car forward. After Wei Meng got in the car, he didn't even have time to say hello. As for General Wei Meng's words, they had already disappeared.

Amidst the messy "ghost screams".

After shouting loudly, the two horses started to run quickly, and the soldiers rushing to the front automatically gave way to the car so that it could pass smoothly.

When passing by a young general who was rushing forward and fighting, the young general saw that Wei Meng had no weapons and it was difficult to attack on the chariot. His eyes lit up and he shouted!

"General Wei, give me the Coiling Dragon Spear!"

Then Wei Meng threw out the long spear that was more than ten feet long in his hand. Wei Meng caught it without looking back, and used the tail of the gun to sweep away any obstacles in front of him. The soldier who was driving was immediately overjoyed and rushed forward regardless.

One rider, Juechen, entered the enemy formation alone, as if he were in a deserted place.

After a short while, he caught up with the opponent's handsome car that was running ahead. The soldier just hit him directly. A gun without a trace casually picked off the few generals who were blocking the way. Even the handsome car was hit by it.

The enemy coach, who was beaten into powder and fell into the car, died unjustly in the car.

The enemy's commander was killed by tens of thousands of troops, and the orderly retreat completely turned into a one-sided pursuit. Wei Meng's carriage killed the commander and then rushed dozens of feet away and stopped there. No one dared to get even closer.

Meng chuckled.

"How come these people don't hit me? It's hard for me to hit them if they don't hit me?"

Wei Weier, who had changed into a white maid outfit along the way, was now covered in blood. She lay beside the car and vomited for a long time, almost vomiting out her own gallbladder.

Seeing it from a distance is not the same thing as being on the battlefield in person. The battlefield is inherently cruel, and Wei Meng is holding a long gun and sweeping away at it. How can his mortal body withstand it with his strength?

The scene was so bloody that she almost fainted several times but was awakened by the broken car. If Wei Meng hadn't been holding her belt, she might have fallen to someone who knows where, and might have been trampled to death under the feet of the rebels.

If such an existence equivalent to a "nuclear weapon" appeared on the mortal battlefield, there would be no dispute about winning or losing. If Wei Meng could recover his memory now, he would never do such an extremely boring thing to him.

It's a pity that fate is like this. Han Qingguo deserves to have this difficulty. Han Guang's army is just Zhangwu's frontline east route army, which means there is also a middle route and a west route. There is no suspense in this battle.

Han Guang is now sitting on a chariot, rather than sitting on a cloud, and his words are trembling with excitement. Whether this is unprecedented in his memory seems to be, forget it! It does not matter to him whether it will be unprecedented or not.

Han Guang kept moving his buttocks, always feeling unsteady, and asked the counselor beside him: "Is this the end?"

There was only a bone handle left in the hand of the feather fan Lunjin's counselor, who was still shaking it without knowing it. It took him a long time to regain his consciousness and said with a somewhat far-fetched expression: "General Wei Meng can defeat a hundred thousand elite soldiers alone, how can he not win?

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Han Guang's car was not far from Wei Meng's vacant spot. Now those who were left behind were all logistical handymen. Those who could kill the enemy with swords swarmed forward to pursue them. Who would give up such an opportunity to gain military exploits for nothing? (
Chapter completed!