Ode to the Dragon

I didn't expect that Jiang Wanjun would be a hero all his life in the battlefield. In the end, he would be killed in the battle with a horse in his back.

the most sad and ridiculous thing is that he would be defeated by a boy in his early twenties!

What a great irony!

"Xixia army, listen, you have been surrounded. Put down your arms and surrender immediately. Donghua has always given preferential treatment to prisoners!"

The sound of Chu Feng's long sword was strong and penetrating. It was conveyed to every Xixia soldier through the rolling battlefield.

Hualala -

the Xixia army, with less than a few thousand people left, faced with the Donghua army, which was more than ten times of itself, was helpless and panicked, just like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Lost, lost."

With a long sigh, Xia Hou Jun took the lead in taking off his Dragon Robe and armor, throwing down his weapons and dismounting to surrender.

The rest of the generals, with a bleak look on their faces, threw down their weapons one after another and surrendered -

"Hua La --"

thousands of soldiers threw away their weapons, their eyes were lax and desperate.

With a wave of Chu Feng's hand, Chen Fengxing and his men immediately took control of these prisoners. They were all passionate and excited.

Three months, they were bullied for three months, and finally ushered in a comprehensive victory!

They won the war!

Huh?

However, in the Xixia camp, there was still a man sitting upright on the horse, with arrogant eyes and no intention of surrender.

God of war, Jiang Wanjun!

The strong wind rolled up the yellow sand and hit him on his battle robe. Jiang Wanjun stood with a knife, his white beard waving with the wind, with a sense of the desolation of the hero's decline -

"Mr. Jiang, we have lost, surrender." Xia Hou Jun couldn't help reddening his eyes and choking.

"Mr. Jiang, surrender!" The rest of the generals also exhorted that if Jiang Wanjun did not surrender, he would have to die.

Shulala -

in the Donghua army, thousands of cold knives came out of their scabbard and stared at Jiang Wanjun fiercely.

Jiang Wanjun suddenly burst out with a wild smile, disdaining to say: "surrender?"

"I've lost, lost, and been down in my life, but I've never been down in my life."

"I'm 120 years old now, and I won't lose the reputation of being a" demoted general "before I die

Xia Houjun's eyes were red, and he sobbed silently -

"young man, you are excellent. I am convinced that you can defeat me." Jiang Wanjun tightened the reins of his horse. He raised the sword in his hand and said haughtily:

"do you have the courage to fight with me for the last time?"

Chen Fengxing's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "dragon head, this old guy is a defeated general. Don't pay any attention to him!"

"Yes, who knows what tricks he has? Just take him!"

But Chu Feng reached out to interrupt the crowd. His eyes were calm and respectful. "Chu Feng, would you like to send Jiang Lao Zhan Shen for the last journey!"

"Ha ha ha, happy, boy, I admit I'm not as good as you."

Jiang Wanjun laughed again. His wrinkled and bruised palm patted his crotch. When he got off the horse, his tone became soft:

"old man, accompany me again, fight for the last time!"

"Kill

With a sound of killing words, Jiang Wanjun's eyes burst out with strong intention of killing. He waved his simple sword in his hand, and seemed to have the posture of making a breakthrough in the world, and he was indomitable -

in the end