Looking calmly at the still tenacious figure below, Wang Meng gently raised his right hand.
Following Wang Meng's simple gesture, several generals who were good at shooting took out their bows and arrows one after another.
For a time, a cold arrow flew towards Yang Jian from time to time.
However, Yang Jian had no idea what to do about it.
These people were on high ground on both sides and could attack him without restraint, but his three-pointed two-edged sword would never be able to reach them.
Others may say that Yang Jian also has golden bows and silver bullets in his hands, but now that Yang Jian is under siege by Jin soldiers, how can he have free hands to use golden bows and silver bullets against the enemy?
Although they are all top-notch archers, Yang Jian will lose if he defends for a long time. A cold arrow pierced the horse under Yang Jian's crotch with a "whoosh". The Yinhe horse neighed miserably, and his body was inevitably stunned.
, and affected by the Yinhe horse, Yang Jian on horseback was also the same.
Just like this, two spears had already pierced Yang Jian's thighs.
"Stab! Stab!" From the surprised and ecstatic eyes of the two soldiers, these words seemed to be faintly heard.
A promotion to the third level, a bounty of one hundred catties, and a field of one hundred acres seemed to be within reach of them.
However, before they could really shout out, a bright sword light flashed by, and two heads with smiles on their faces had already risen into the sky.
"Keep going! He's gone!"
"Brothers! Keep going!"
Several soldiers hid in the crowd and shouted. Yang Jian's injury gave them real hope of killing Yang Jian, and it also cheered them up.
On the other side, looking at the figure standing alone against thousands of enemies, Chen Qingzhi and the white-robed army were moved. Chen Qingzhi felt as if there was a burst of fire burning in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to rush to the front at all costs.
, fighting side by side with him, even if he died, he would have no regrets.
However, the countless archers on both sides who were aiming at them were clearly telling Chen Qingzhi with their actions that he could not. If Chen Qingzhi made any changes, I am afraid that his white-robed army would not be able to escape today.
What's more, Chen Qingzhi knew that from the moment he started to hesitate, his ending was actually doomed. Not to mention that it was impossible for him to go back alive, even if he did go back alive, from the moment he started to hesitate, Liu Che would definitely die.
A giant thorn pierced deeply into my heart.
Even if there were any problems during the war, Liu Che might suppress them for the time being. But once the war is over, this thorn will definitely sting Liu Che, and everything will break out in the future.
The shouts of killing and the screams are still connected together as before!
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up like mountains!
On that mountain of corpses, stood a mighty general wearing armor and a blood-red cloak. His cloak was not red, but it was dyed blood-red with the blood of his enemies.
Although he was covered with bruises and even had a few arrows on his legs, he still held a flag with 'Han' written on it in his hand!
This is Liu Che's banner. Liu Che has always regarded himself as the Han Dynasty. Especially when the war between Jin and Shu started, he directly broke up with Luoyang and threatened that Emperor Xian had already become Li Xiang's puppet, and he, Liu Che, would be the one to shoulder the responsibility.
The banner of the Han Dynasty was used to punish the rebels and protect Emperor Xian and regain the banner.
The Jin soldiers gathered around in fear, even though they knew that the man was at the end of his battle, they still did not dare to move forward.
"Up!" Li Cunxu, who received Wang Meng's signal from the high ground on both sides, shouted angrily.
Although the Jin army who died in Yang Jian's hands today definitely exceeded 500 people, but so what, a mere 500 people was nothing compared to the size of the Jin army.
If 500 people cannot be killed, there are still 5,000 people. If 5,000 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still send out 50,000 people. If 50,000 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still send out 500,000 people.
This Yang Jian will undoubtedly die today. In this world, if the Jin army wants someone to die, then he will definitely not be able to live. He cannot be killed for the time being, but he will definitely not be able to escape in the future.
"Surrender! General!" Several Jin soldiers rushed forward and blocked Yang Jian with their shields. Although they were afraid, they said eagerly.
These soldiers were all prisoners of the Shu army. After being forcibly reorganized, they became cannon fodder for the Jin army, and were later treated as abandoned sons by Wang Meng who trapped the Shu army.
However, their fear of death and greed for fame and wealth made them join the team that besieged and killed Yang Jian.
However, Yang Jian's unyielding figure finally touched them.
They are just ordinary soldiers. Before joining the army, they were just ordinary people who were miserable. They had no knowledge, and they did not know Yang Jian's helplessness. They only knew that with Yang Jian's ability, if he surrendered like them, he would definitely be favored by the King of Jin.
, then Yang Jian is still the mighty General Yang Jian.
"kill!"
Yang Jian roared heroically. Although he was facing an attack by three thousand people, he was not afraid and had high fighting spirit. He was a living god of war!
"Although I, Yang Jian, are dead, I am still a general of the Shu Han Dynasty!"
Although he is at the end of his strength, although he is covered in wounds, he would rather die than surrender!
"Get out!" Yang Jian struggled to push away the shield that was against him, and threw the three-pointed, two-edged sword through it.
The sword edge bloomed from the waist, and in a flash of cold light, the remaining people fell sadly.
"Haha... I, Yang Jian, will not surrender until I fight to the death!"
Yang Jian held a sword in one hand and a flag in the other. Whether it was the strength or speed of the attack, it was unknown how much weaker it was than at the beginning.
At this moment, even if there was a blood feud in front of him, Xin Wenli could not help but sigh, "General Yang is still the same General Yang!"
There was something more complicated in Feng Yi's eyes. Feng Yi must have hated Yang Jian very much. Two of his brothers died at the hands of Yang Jian.
But for Yang Jian, Feng Yi respected him, respected his bravery, his unyielding, and his loyalty.
Perhaps, if there is a next life, if they are no longer hostile parties, Feng Yi may be willing to drink a pot of turbid wine with him.
"Okay, he is a hero, collect his bones and return them to the Shu army!" Wang Meng's voice sounded again.
It turned out that at some point, the battle below had ended. A spear pierced Yang Jian's chest, and the sword in Yang Jian's hand also pierced the opponent's throat with the last throw.
Although the man died and his soul was broken, Yang Jian still stood there stubbornly. In the palm of his right hand, the big flag with the word "Han" stood like a pine tree like Yang Jian himself.
