(I had enteritis last night, so I went to get an injection late at night, so I couldn’t update the third update. I apologize for that. It’s hot, brothers, you should also pay attention to your health)
With an order, tens of thousands of Yan troops surged toward the east gate of Xindao like a raging tide.
At this moment, the east gate of Xindao was already wide open, and more than two thousand barbarian troops had long since given up resistance, waiting to be captured and surrendered by Yan's army.
They originally thought that the war would end when their Prime Minister left the city and surrendered. However, these barbarians never expected that their Prime Minister Yong would be killed with a knife.
Moreover, Yan's army surged in with such murderous intent that they seemed to want to kill all the remnants of them in one fell swoop.
The frightened barbarian army collapsed in the blink of an eye and fled away.
Amidst the loud shouts of killing, Li Yan took the lead and rushed into Xindao City through the wide-open city gate.
Looking around, thousands of barbarians were scurrying around like headless flies.
Li Yan's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he shouted sternly: "Kill all these barbaric dogs, leaving no one behind."
Behind him, thousands of Yan family soldiers poured into Xindao City from the wide-open city gate like a torrent that broke a dike, rushing toward the frightened barbarians.
As a Shu general, Li Yan had suffered humiliation from the barbarians when he was under Liu Zhang, and the resentment he harbored in his heart was like a volcano that had been gathering momentum for a long time.
Today, in the last battle of Pingman, this angry volcano erupted. Li Yan opened his bow left and right with his long sword, killing all directions. He wanted to use bloody killing to wash away the shame he had suffered.
The running barbarians were howling. The barbarians lying on the ground begging for surrender were begging. The Yan army officers and soldiers who were burning with anger turned a blind eye and just cut off the blade of their swords mercilessly.
In the rain of blood all over the sky, a long bloody road paved from the city gate to the hinterland of the city.
At this time, Meng Huo was leading five hundred soldiers, rushing on the streets from the north gate to the east gate.
The focus of Yan's army's attack in the past few days has been on the North Gate, so in today's battle, Meng Huo naturally visited the North Gate in person and gathered heavy troops there.
But Meng Huo did not expect that Yan Liang suddenly changed his tactics and focused his attack on the east gate.
What Meng Huo never expected was that Yong Kai, who had originally persuaded him to accept Liu Zhang's request for help and found the country and become king, would actually choose to betray him at the last moment, giving him a fatal blow from within.
When the shocked Meng Huo led his reinforcements and hurried to the east gate, it was already too late.
Thousands of Yan Jun's elite troops have stormed the east gate line, pouring into the whole city like a tide.
At this moment, both the south gate and the west gate were broken through by Yan Liang. Gan Ning and Pang De each led their elite soldiers and horses to pour into the city from all directions.
The situation is over. It’s over completely.
Looking at the endless enemy tide, Meng Huo felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
What comes to mind is the triumph of his founding of the country and the grand scene of him commanding an army of 50,000 and going on a mighty expedition.
Now, all the glitz has disappeared, and now he is in a desperate situation of being alone.
In addition to the sadness, a surge of anger suddenly grew.
"Yan Liang, the dog thief, how dare you push me, the majestic King of Vietnam, to this point, I will fight with you!"
The sorrowful and angry Meng Huo roared loudly, then galloped towards the surging enemy tide with his horse and sword.
Meng Huo and his five hundred barbarian soldiers were like a lone boat against the current, and were swallowed up by the huge waves of Yan's army in a blink of an eye.
Meng Huo, who was struggling to his death, fought desperately with his sword, and fell into a situation of fighting alone.
And his remnant soldiers howled miserably, and in an instant they became the victims of Yan Jun's soldiers.
Meng Huo, who was in the rebellious army, was originally determined to kill everyone and make a profit. However, when he was trapped in a tight siege and death was approaching step by step, he suddenly became timid.
"No, I can't die here. I want to take revenge on Yan Liang. How can I die here in such humiliation?"
Thinking of this, Meng Huo hurriedly turned his horse to the north, intending to escape to the North Gate, which had not yet been captured, and fight out of the city from there to see if he could take advantage of the chaos to escape from Yan's army's heavy siege.
Fleeed to Nanzhong.
Meng Huo believed that as long as he could escape back to Nanzhong alive, with his appeal, he would be able to gather another army and continue to compete with Yan Liang.
With such a heart in mind, Meng Huo fought wildly with his sword, broke through the surrounding enemies, and ran towards the north gate single-handedly.
However, when Meng Huo finally escaped to the north gate, he was horrified to find that his only hope of escape had been shattered.
At the top of the north gate city, a large flag with the word "Yan" has been raised high, fluttering in the wind with great power.
At the city gate, countless Yan troops poured out like a tide, slashing at the frightened barbarians with their swords.
In the center of the city gate, Yan Liang was sitting on a black horse, holding a blue dragon sword in his arms, with his head held high, admiring the massacre of the barbarians.
It turned out that after just beheading the shameless Yong Kai, Yan Liang knew that the east gate had been breached, and that Meng Huo would probably turn to the north gate to break out since he was unable to save his life.
Therefore, when the generals sent their troops into the city, Yan Liang rode his horse around to the north gate, urged the besieging troops at the north gate, and captured the gate in one go.
Yan Liang, who hated Meng Huo so much, would not give him a chance to escape.
Seeing Yan Liang blocking the road, Meng Huo turned around and wanted to leave. When he reined in his horse and turned around, he found that Yan Jun's flags and Yan Jun's figures were everywhere in all directions. He had no way to escape.
Meng Huo was desperate, completely desperate. Deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart and swept over his whole body.
Yan Liang, who was on horseback with his sword drawn, had already swept away the hesitant Meng Huo, who was more than ten steps away.
"Meng Huo, you have no way to escape. Now get off your horse and crawl over obediently. Maybe I will consider letting you suffer a little less torture before you die." Yan Liang shouted wildly.
The loud bell-like sound drowned out the noisy chaos and made Meng Huo's eardrums ache.
The mocking and contemptuous words angered Meng Huo and angered the little remaining pride in his heart.
"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated. I, Meng Huo, the majestic king of Yue, how can I accept the humiliation of that Han dog? Fight with him!"
His anger was gone, Meng Huo shouted loudly, raised his horse and brandished his sword. He rushed towards Yan Liang like he was crazy.
The surrounding Tiger Guard troops all moved forward, ready to rush forward and block the charging Meng Huo.
Yan Liang snorted disdainfully: "A lost dog dares to embarrass itself in front of Gu. You all should get out of the way. I will clean up this piece of shit with my own hands."
When the order was given, how dare the officers and men disobey. They were busy trying to make ends meet.
Yan Liang took a few steps forward on his horse. He raised his sword and stood as tall as a mountain. He proudly faced Meng Huo who was rushing towards him.
Seeing that Yan Liang wanted to meet his challenge personally, Meng Huo couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. He secretly thought that Yan Liang was so arrogant that he dared to fight with him alone. He could kill Yan Liang in one fell swoop with his super strong martial arts.
Even if he would be surrounded and killed by Yan Liang's soldiers next, killing Yan Liang, his sworn enemy, would be enough.
With this thought in mind, Meng Huo's fighting spirit suddenly became strong. He roared on his horse and raised the sword in his hand high, slashing straight towards Yan Liang's face.
One ride and one sword. Arrive in the blink of an eye.
"You thief Yan, suffer death!" Meng Huo shouted violently. The shining blade whizzed towards him.
Yan Liang, who was as calm as ice, had a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Murderous intent suddenly gathered in his eyes, the ape's arms moved like shadows, and the Green Dragon Sword in his hand struck out like lightning.
The force of the sword went away so quickly that before Meng Huo even had time to see Yan Liang's movements clearly, the green dragon sword had already struck at an angle.
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Amid the roar, fire flew everywhere.
The surging force rushed over, pouring into Meng Huo's body like a tide, causing his blood to boil, and he had the urge to vomit blood for a moment.
And the sword in his hand was knocked backwards by the shock. He was so numb that he almost couldn't hold the sword.
Fight with one move, and the decision will be made.
When he fought against Yan Liang for the first time, Meng Huo discovered to his horror that Yan Liang was not only powerful in his military skills, but also in his martial arts.
Extraordinary martial arts, unpredictable use of troops, and the magnanimity to make many enemy generals surrender...
Due to all these factors, Meng Huo had an illusion for a moment, as if the enemy he faced was not an ordinary mortal, but a god.
When he was distracted by fear, the shadow of Yan Liang's arm moved like the wind, and the Qinglong Sword was coming like a violent wave.
Meng Huo's martial arts skills were only comparable to those of his wife Zhu Rong, so how could he be Yan Liang's opponent.
Jin Yanliang hated Meng Huo so much that he didn't even leave room for teasing. He showed his true skills as soon as he got started, forcing Meng Huo to deal with it in a hurry with just a few moves. He was full of flaws and almost didn't even have a chance to breathe.
The frightened Meng Huo, facing Yan Liang's violent attack, was already in a panic and completely lost his mind.
After several moves, he heard a metallic "clang" and the sword in Meng Huo's hand flew out.
Just before Meng Huo had time to be shocked, Yan Liang's Green Dragon Sword had been swung out with his backhand, hitting Meng Huo's back with one blow.
With the weight of the Qinglong Sword and Yan Liang's arm strength, one can imagine how powerful the blow was.
But when Meng Huo screamed, Nuo Da's body was knocked off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.
When Meng Huo, who was vomiting blood, struggled to get up from the ground, Yan Liang's majestic body was already blocking his way.
The blade was already raised, and Yan Liang seemed to be about to take Meng Huo's life on the spot.
"Da Sima, please spare my life. Meng Huo realized that he was wrong. I beg you, Da Sima, to have mercy. Please be merciful."
In the thin line between life and death, Meng Huo decisively abandoned all dignity and self-reliance, and humbly bowed his head to Yan Liang to plead guilty.
"Come over here, come over here and think about it." Yan Liang stood on his horse with his sword drawn and said coldly.
The former King of Dayue is now crawling like a dog to Yan Liang for help. If Meng Huo did this, all dignity would be gone.
Meng Huo, who looked ashamed, suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.
So, after hesitating for a long time, he knelt down, lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and crawled towards Yan Liang step by step.
After a moment, the barbarian king crawled in front of Yan Liang like a dog.
Yan Liang laughed wildly, proudly enjoying the pleasure of humiliating Meng Huo.
Meng Huo, who was lying on the ground, realized that Yan Liang had relaxed his vigilance, quietly moved his right hand to his waist, and touched the dagger that was close to his body.
Gritting his teeth hard, Meng Huo's eyes flashed with fierceness, he suddenly jumped up, stabbed Yan Liang with the dagger in his hand, and shouted: "You thief Yan, go to hell!"
