Over the years, the Jiangdong Army has arbitrarily massacred the people of Shanyue and the weak tribal force, and used low-intensity and small-scale battles to cultivate the confidence and fighting spirit of the soldiers. The generals then chose the elite troops as the underside of the tent and served as the backbone of the entire army.

This is an effective means for Jiangdong to maintain a huge military force, but the facts have proved that such an army is not enough to support truly high-intensity battles. When they are at the upper hand, with the motivation of the generals and the greed for spoils, they can fight bravely, but once the overall situation is at a disadvantage, once they lose confidence in victory, their fear will instantly defeat them, turning them into cowards without fighting spirit.

When Ling Tong's figure was overwhelmed by the cavalry, who was the leader, the Wu army's array completely collapsed. Every street, every lifang, every city platform, all the Wu army entering Jiangling City abandoned their weapons and ran away desperately.

When the cavalry chased behind them, some people immediately knelt down and surrendered; occasionally, a few brave and powerful attempts to resist, but were immediately killed and cut off. The defeated soldiers fled from all directions and were surrounded and killed by the people in Jiangling City. In the entire city, countless people shouted and neighed, and smoke rolled, and the soldiers of Jiangdong disheveled their heads and fled like beasts driven away.

This is what happened to Pan Jun.

Pan Jun stared at this situation, rubbed his eyes from time to time, and his eyes turned red. He subconsciously gritted his teeth hard, because he tried too hard, blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

All of this changed so quickly, as if it was a nightmare.

No, it was originally a beautiful dream. In the dream, I was the governor of Jingzhou, a great man who could really disturb the world, and the leader of the scholars of Jingxiang. I also thought that I had to rely on the connections of the scholars of Jingxiang to establish a relationship with Song Zhong, Wang Can and Zhang Quan in Yecheng, that would make it even more convenient...

However, the beautiful dream suddenly turned into a nightmare not long ago, and it was still the most terrifying nightmare.

Pan Jun felt dizzy and his body was shaking on the horse.

"Zi Ming! This won't work! We have to hold on! We can't retreat!" he shouted sternly.

After shouting, I realized that no one agreed.

Lu Meng, who was originally standing beside him, had already left. There were only Wu soldiers who were chaotic and fleeing outside the city. Liu Zuo, who was ordered to "protect" Pan Jun, rushed to the other side of the city gate by the defeated soldiers. He pointed to Pan Jun's direction and shouted, wanting to bring people over to meet.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the Jingzhou defenders launched a counterattack along the city walls on both sides at the same time. A soldier running on the wall saw Liu Zuo pointing fingers and guessing he was an important figure, so he jumped up from above the city wall and slashed down with a big knife!

So cruel! Are you afraid of your life?

Seeing this scene, Pan Jun gasped and then choked his chest so much that his chest hurt.

At a height of two feet, hundreds of kilograms of armor fell, how huge is the impact? The next moment, the big knife slashed straight from Liu Zuo's neck, cutting off his bones, cutting off his arteries, cutting off his sternum, and cutting off his waist.

The soldiers in Jingzhou rolled onto the side of the road before stopping. Liu Zuo burst out like a leather bag filled with water and then pierced.

His head, half of his neck and body, was thrown out to the right, and the other half fell to the left. Between the two bodies, colorful internal organs and blood fell to the ground, and it seemed like a heavy rain fell within a radius of about a meter.

This scene is simply beyond the ability of a normal person to bear. Everything, including Pan Jun, shouted together. It would not be enough to release the horror in his heart.

But the Jingzhou garrison was already very close. Pan Jun, who was wearing an official robe and shouting loudly, became an extremely prominent target at this time. Under the reflection of many pine and bright torches, countless people saw Pan Jun at the same time.

"It's Pan Zhizhong!"

"Bah, it's Pan Jun, this traitor!"

"Dog thief! Dog thief!"

"Shoot!Shoot!"

Countless people scolded. Although the front line had not yet been pushed to Pan Jun, fourteen or fifteen arrows flew over from different angles in an instant, shooting down several entourages surrounded by Pan Jun, and a sideways that were in the middle of Pan Jun's mount.

The war horse wailed, staggered a few steps before tilting horizontally, pressing Pan Jun's left leg under the horse. Several entourage rushed forward bravely, holding a large shield as a cover, dragged Pan Jun out and pulled it to a dark place under the city. Someone shouted in his ear: "Head of the Family!Head of the Family! What should I do?"

Pan Jun shook his head and tried his best to wake himself up.

"Where is Xiahou Cheng? Where is Shi Gan? Where is Zhou He?" he asked gritted his teeth.

These three are the most important gang members of Pan Jun besides Li Su and Zhou Tiao. Xiahou Cheng was the General of the Central Army, Shi Gan was the State Administration of History, and Zhou He was the County Territory Cao, each of whom had strength.

"Xiahou Cheng died in the army just now! Shi Gan was killed by Zhou He! Zhou He said that he was always with us. He was a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty! This guy surrendered to the Jingzhou army! Now there are only more than a hundred people left by our side!"

Pan Jun's heart was filled with evil fire, his throat became salty, and he almost vomited blood. Fortunately, he had excellent skills in qi cultivation, so he did not faint.

While he was anxious to think of a countermeasure, he suddenly saw Song Ding sitting on a simple stretcher, surrounded by more than ten Jiangdong soldiers and ran out of the city. Pan Jun stood up violently, stepped forward, and grabbed the edge of the stretcher: "Captain Song! Where is Ziming? Where is your Governor Lu?"

Song Ding had been shot in an arrow on his shoulder and lost a lot of blood. At this moment, his face turned as white as chalk and his body was wrapped like a rice dumpling. Pan Jun pulled the stretcher suddenly, and Song Ding couldn't help but roll on the stretcher, almost falling to the ground.

Song Ding's entourage was furious, and someone punched Pan Jun in the face: "Old man, let go!"

The warrior's hands were too strong, Pan Jun shouted bitterly, and half of his face instantly swollen. He staggered backwards, his feet softened, and he fell to the sky.

When he fell to the ground, he suddenly found himself under the horse road in Chengcheng at the south gate of Jiangling. It was on this horse road that he killed Fei Guan and led Wu army into the city. When he looked up with his neck up, he could see the blood from the edge of the horse road. That should be Feibinber's blood... At that time, Pan Jun felt a pity, but at least he could tell himself that in order to let the scholars in Jingzhou control their own destiny, this was a necessary price.

But now, the Wu army has retreated.

So what is the point of doing this?

Suddenly someone pulled Pan Jun up. It turned out that a servant leader couldn't control his anxiety and pulled Pan Jun's shoulder and shook it hard: "Head of the family, what should we do?"

Pan Jun shuddered.

There are always ways. Now you can’t wait to die in Jiangling City, you have to leave quickly... Even if you live in Jiangdong from now on, as long as Wu Hou still has expectations for Jingzhou, I, Pan Chengming, will definitely be the time when I play my role!

He raised his last bit of energy, and when he was about to give orders, he saw the servant who was pulling him bulge out his eyes and he was shaking and unable to stand steadily.

"What's going on!" Pan Jun shouted.

Several other entourage drew their swords at the same time, allowing their companions who were caught in the sword to fall to the ground. They held the bloody swords and looked at each other. Someone hesitated and said, "The head of the family, I am afraid it's... I am afraid it's..."

The others glared at him in disgust.

Then several people rushed up together and pressed Pan Jun firmly.

Pan Jun struggled hard, but was pressed tightly to the ground and could not move. Only many people were heard yelling in his ears:

"Honor, I'm sorry to you!"

"We're doing it for your own good!"

"Can't be able to look back at the moment!"

These dogs are so kind to me that I have been treating them with mercy every day. They dare to betray me! They dare to betray me! How dare they! How dare they!

Pan Jun was furious for a moment, feeling that the humiliation he had suffered in his life was nothing more than that. He was hesitating whether to commit suicide, but his entourage suddenly all let go.

Pan Jun stood up tentatively and looked around. It turned out that at some point, the battle around Jiangling South Gate had stopped, and the city gate changed hands again.

A team of soldiers from Jingzhou came from the slant, bent down for the leader, and looked at Pan Jun.

This man looked very young, wearing a gray military uniform, wearing iron armor, and a sword and a long sword hanging around his waist.

This is the Lujiang Leiyuan, and Pan Jun is very familiar with him.

Many people say that among the generals under the command of the King of Hanzhong, Lei Yuan's personal bravery is quite insignificant. But today Pan Jun knew that this person's courage and tenacity were beyond imagination.

In the past few years, Pan Jun and Lei Yuan have had many dealings. Whether it was Mi Fang or later the business review of Lexiang City, the two of them worked together happily. In private, Pan Jun admired Lei Yuan and envied him for being an outsider who was able to gain such a high status under the command of Xuande Gong. He envied the young clan for taking off from now on and gaining huge benefits from a state.

Pan Jun also hopes that his clan can do this. Unfortunately, if the plan fails, the dream will eventually become empty.

Lei Yuan stared at Pan Jun coldly, and after a while, he nodded slightly: "Pan Zhizhong, I won't kill you. I will hand you over to the Central Committee and deal with it according to the law."

Lei Yuan's voice was very hoarse. He didn't speak fiercely, but it seemed to have a strong murderous aura, which caused Pan Jun's facial muscles to twitch twice uncontrollably. A large amount of sweat suddenly appeared from his forehead and hairline, but his hands and feet became cold.

At this time, a large number of Jingzhou infantry arrived along the foot of the city wall.

Several cities above the city top had all been recovered by the defenders. The heads of Wu soldiers were thrown down one by one, making a muffled sound. Many soldiers from Jingzhou stood above the city tower and waved their weapons, and cheers from old and young gathered like a tide.

Lei Yuan rushed out of the door and waved his hand to signal to his subordinates.

"It's not too late to deal with the miscellaneous fish in the city. Leave two hundred people to guard the south gate, and the other soldiers follow me... Let's get Lu Meng's head!"
Chapter completed!