Chaos of the Three Kingdoms Summons

Looking calmly at the still stubborn 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 while, a cold arrow flew towards Yang Jian from time to time.

It's just that Yang Jian has nothing to do about it.

These people are on the high ground on both sides, and they can attack him unscrupulously, but his three-pointed two-edged knife can never reach the opponent.

Or some people say that Yang Jian also has golden bows and silver bullets in his hands, but now that Yang Jian is under siege by the soldiers of the Jin army, how can he use the golden bow and silver bullets to fight against the enemy.

Although they were all top-notch archers, Yang Jian would lose if he defended for a long time, and a cold arrow pierced into the horse under Yang Jian's crotch with a "swoosh".The Yinhe horse neighed miserably, and his body was inevitably stunned, and under the influence of the Yinhe horse, so did Yang Jian on the horse's back.

After such a pause, two long spears pierced Yang Jian's thighs.

"I've been stabbed! I've been stabbed!" From the ecstatic eyes of these two soldiers, it seemed that these words could be faintly heard.

The official promotion to the third level, the bounty of one hundred catties, and one hundred acres of land, seemed to be close to them.

However, before they could really shout out, a bright knife light flashed, and two heads with smiles on their faces had already soared into the sky.

"Keep going! He's dying!"

"Brothers! Keep going!"

Several soldiers hid in the crowd and shouted that Yang Jian's injury made them really see the hope of killing Yang Jian, and it also made them excited.

On the other side, Chen Qingzhi and the white-robed army were both moved when they saw the figure alone against the enemy.There seemed to be a flame burning in Chen Qingzhi's heart. If possible, he really wanted to rush to the front desperately and fight side by side with him, even though he died without regret.

However, the countless archers on both sides who were aiming at them were telling Chen Qingzhi clearly with their actions that he could not.If he, Chen Qingzhi, made any changes, his white-robed army would be doomed 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 hesitated, a huge thorn would inevitably be deeply pierced in Liu Che's heart.

Even during the war, if there is any problem, Liu Che may temporarily suppress it.But once the war is over, this thorn will definitely hurt Liu Che, and everything will explode in the future.

The shouts and screams are still connected as before!
Blood flowed like rivers and corpses piled up like mountains!

On the mountain of corpses stood a mighty general in armor and a blood-red cloak.His cloak was not originally red, but it was dyed blood red with the blood of his enemies.

Although he was bruised all over his body, and even had a few arrows on his legs, he still held a flag with the word 'Han' 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 broke out, he directly tore face off with Luoyang, threatening that Emperor Xian had already become Li Xiang's puppet, and Liu Che would carry it The banner of the Han Dynasty, to punish the rebels, and protect the Emperor Xian to hold the banner again.

Soldiers of the Jin army cowered and surrounded them. Even though they knew that the man was at the end of their strength, they still didn't dare to move forward.

"Go!" Li Cunxu, who was signaled by Wang Meng, shouted angrily on the high ground on both sides.

Although the Jin army who died in the hands of Yang Jian today has definitely exceeded 500 people, so what, the mere 500 people are not worth mentioning compared to the size of the Jin army.

If 500 people cannot be killed, there are still 5000 people. If 5000 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still dispatch 5 people. If 5 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still dispatch 50 people.

This Yang Jian, today, will undoubtedly die.In this world, if the Jin army wants to die alone, then he must not live.He can't be killed for the time being, but in the future, he will definitely not be able to escape.

"Surrender! General!" A few soldiers of the Jin army rushed up to resist 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 in a daze to lay the thunder of the Shu army for the Jin army, and were later regarded by Wang Meng as abandoned sons who trapped the Shu army.

However, fear of death and greed for fame and fortune made them join the team that besieged and killed Yang Jian.

However, Yang Jian's unyielding figure still touched them after all.

They were just ordinary soldiers, and before joining the army, they were just ordinary people who were suffering, they had little knowledge, and they didn't know Yang Jian's helplessness.They only knew that with Yang Jian's ability, if he surrendered like them, he would be reused by King Jin, so Yang Jian would still be the mighty General Yang Jian.

"kill!"

Yang Jian roared boldly. Although he was facing the attack of 3000 people, he was not afraid, and he was full of fighting spirit. He was a living god of war!
"Although I, Yang Jian, are dead, I am still a general of Shu Han!"

Although he is at the end of his strength, even though he is covered with injuries, he would rather die than surrender!
"Get out!" Yang Jian tried his best to push away a shield against him, and the three-pointed two-edged knife pierced through it.

The sword's edge bloomed from the waist, and with a flash of cold light, the remaining few people fell down sadly.

"Haha... I, Yang Jian, will fight to the death without surrendering!"

Yang Jian was holding a sword in one hand and a flag in the other. No matter the strength or speed of the attack, compared to the beginning, I don't know how much it has weakened.

At this moment, even if there was blood and hatred ahead, Xin Wenli could not help but sigh, "General Yang is still the same General Yang!"

There was also some complexity in Feng Yi's eyes. For Yang Jian, Feng Yi must have hated him extremely. Two of his brothers died in Yang Jian's hands.

But for Yang Jian, Feng Yi respected him, respected his bravery, respected his indomitable spirit, and respected his loyalty.

Perhaps, if there is a next life, if they are no longer hostile, Feng Yi may be happy to drink a pot of dirty wine with him.

"Okay, he's a hero, take away his bones and send them back to the Shu army!" Wang Meng's voice sounded again.

It turned out that at some point, the following battle had come to an end, a spear pierced straight into Yang Jian's chest, and the battle sword in Yang Jian's hand also pierced the opponent's throat with the last throw.

Although the person is dead, the soul is broken, but Yang Jian is still standing there stubbornly. In the palm of his right hand, the "Han" banner is just like Yang Jian himself, standing like a pine.