Zhuge was reborn, killed the old thief Sima

Chapter 572: Evil son, his father is not dead yet! (first update)
"kill!"

After drinking violently, Pan Zhang looked at the man in front of him who seemed to have fallen from the sky, as if he had seen a god above the nine heavens.

"Pfft!"

Perhaps it was too shocking, or perhaps he really didn't expect that when Guan Yu's sword fell, Pan Zhang still didn't react from the shock.

With a slash of the knife, Pan Zhang's head fell to the ground, and the headless body spattered blood and twitched mercilessly on the ground.
At this time, the generals around Pan Zhang were even more frightened when facing Guan Yu. Several generals were also bold and rushed over without hesitation to inflict a blow on Guan Yu.

But before they could get closer, there were several more headless corpses twitching on the ground.
At this time, Guan Yu was covered in blood, with half an arrow stuck in his forehead. The blood was flowing down his face, making Guan Yu's already rosy face look particularly ferocious.

The robes and armor on his body were also soaked with blood, and the arrow feathers were still shaking a little. There were also a few arrows remaining on the red rabbit horse.

tick tock tick tock
Blood dripped continuously, Guan Yu's head slowly raised, and the elites outside had already charged towards him. The crossbowmen who were ambushing him were first frightened by this appearance and their hands trembled.

He was then charged and killed by his elite troops, suffering heavy casualties and naturally no longer able to pose any threat to Guan Yu.

At this time, Guan Yu only had Zhou Yu who was not far away in his eyes.

On the chariot, Zhou Yu looked heavy, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly with his hands, holding his head high, despite the severe pain in his chest, and despite the waves of weakness he felt now.

Even breathing feels painful and weak
But he still stood there upright, with his head held high and his chest held high, refusing to lower his head even half an inch!
"Zhou Gongjin!" Following Guan Yu's roar, the red rabbit horse neighed again.

Maybe he felt the anger and impulse of his master, or maybe he knew that he was getting older and this might be his last battle.

Chitu Ma's performance today was more fierce and exciting than before.

"kill!"

Following Guan Yu's roar, the red rabbit horse rushed towards Zhou Yu again. The Jiangdong soldiers along the way finally reacted and swarmed forward.

Countless soldiers rushed in front of and beside Guan Yu, and all kinds of swords, guns and spears kept attacking Guan Yu.

But in the end.
No one can stop it!
When Guan Yu wielded his sword again and chopped several soldiers to the ground, and then killed a Jiangdong captain again with his backhand, the Jiangdong soldiers and generals finally felt fear.

Zhou Yu looked at Guan Yu who had rushed in front of him, and his originally sallow face immediately turned rosy, and the taste of blood seemed to fill his mouth.

"Guan Yunchang, suffer death!"

With the same roar, Zhou Yu immediately drew out the sword from his waist the moment Guan Yu rushed in front of him, and used all his strength to stab Guan Yu.

"Pfft!"

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound as Guan Yu's long sword decisively took away Zhou Yu's life, and another muffled sound was as Guan Yu clamped the long sword that Zhou Yu was stabbing at.

Seeing that even in the end, he could not kill Guan Yu with his own life, Zhou Yu's eyes were full of disappointment, and then slowly fell into deathly silence.

As Zhou Yu's body fell on the battlefield, Jiangdong's army fell into a rage.

"General Zhou is dead!" I don't know who burst out such an angry roar on the battlefield. The Jiangdong soldiers soon learned the news of Zhou Yu's death in battle.

Suddenly there were changes on the battlefield again.

Zhou Yu has been training troops in Chaisang for many years. At that time, he and Sun Ce defeated his brother Pao Ze and the elder of Jiangdong.

Not only does he have a high prestige among the Jiangdong Army, but the most important thing is that his good character convinces everyone in Jiangdong!

At this time, when they heard that Zhou Yu was killed by Guan Yu, they felt panic, anger, surprise and insecurity all intertwined together.

The timid people began to flee uncontrollably, especially when Zhou Cang seized the opportunity and led his army into Jiangling City, and Guan Ping also began to fight back.

Jiangdong's soldiers began a large-scale rout, fleeing from all directions, trying their best to escape, even they themselves did not know where they were fleeing to.
The other group of people, with their eyes full of anger, rushed towards the place where Guan Yu was at all costs.

They want to avenge their own General Zhou.

This was the last killing. Guan Ping was still under heavy siege and kept counterattacking. Zhou Cang was still quite far away from here, and he was surrounded by Jiangdong soldiers and generals who were red-eyed with anger and hatred.

Facing these people, Guan Yu did not flinch.
"Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

With this roar, Guan Yu's final battle also broke out.

When the chaos on the battlefield subsided, it was already less than half an hour later. Sporadic fighting continued, and some people started to chase the fleeing people.

As the floods in Jiangling City receded, the flames began to rise. Soldiers continued to think of ways to extinguish the fire and rescue them.
In the mess, Guan Ping and Zhou Cang finally found Guan Yu's figure.

A nine-foot strong man stood in the center of the battlefield holding a long sword, surrounded by corpses with broken arms, and countless corpses piled on top of each other on the ground.

The more than a hundred elites had become dead souls on the battlefield, and the red rabbit horse also fell to the ground without making any sound.

Guan Yu just stood there with his long sword in hand and his head lowered.

The expression of not saying a word made everyone's heart skip a beat.

Guan Ping, who was also covered in blood and disheveled, walked towards Guan Yu step by step with half a long knife in his hand.

Looking at that majestic and stalwart figure, he thought of scenes and scenes of this person and himself for so many years.

I thought about how I had never seen my father since I could remember. After being bullied, I asked my mother countless times whether I felt as wronged by my father.

Thinking of the chaotic world, the orphans and widows bypassed countless battlefields, escaped countless mobs and bandits, and finally met their father.
But I heard that he asked to marry another woman, and he despised his mother for being unable to have children again.
I thought of my mother who always warned me not to hate him, but to stay with him.
I thought about how he had beaten and scolded me all these years, but he had taught him civility and military strategy, and taught him how to lead an army with a sword.
He couldn't tell what he felt about him anymore. Who knew whether he was respected, angry, or loved.
When Guan Ping walked in front of Guan Yu, the emotions he had squeezed for many years could no longer be contained, and he knelt down directly towards Guan Yu.

"Dad~"

The shrill roar and tearful shout were only met with a loud slap in the face.

"Naughty son, my father is not dead yet!"

(End of this chapter)