Chapter 824 Heroes come to an end
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanjun was on the battlefield and was a hero in his lifetime. In the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of martyring and dying in the battlefield.
The most tragic and ridiculous thing is that he would be defeated by a young boy in his early twenties!
It's really a great irony!
"Listen to the Xixia Army, you are already surrounded, and immediately put down your weapons and surrender. Donghua has always treated the prisoners with preferential treatment!"
Chu Feng pointed his long sword and his voice was thick and extremely penetrating. Through the rolling battlefield, it reached the ears of every Xixia soldier.
Crazy-
The Xixia troops, which were less than a few thousand men, were left. Facing the Donghua army surrounded by more than ten times as much as they were, they were helpless and panicked, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Defeated, defeated."
Xiahou Jun sighed and took the lead in taking off his dragon robe and armor, threw down his weapons, dismounted and surrendered.
The other generals also looked desolate and threw down their weapons and surrendered-
"Crazy--"
Thousands of soldiers threw away their weapons, their eyes dissipated and desperate.
Chu Feng waved his hand, and Chen Fengxing immediately controlled the prisoners. They were all excited and extremely excited.
After three months of oppression, they finally ushered in a complete victory!
They won this war!
Um?
However, in the Xixia camp, there was still a man sitting on the war horse with a straight body, his eyes arrogantly and without any intention of surrender.
The God of War in the Six Kingdoms, Jiang Wanjun!
The strong wind rolled up the yellow sand and hit his robe that had been fighting with a sound of war. Jiang Wanjun stood with a knife, and his gray beard swayed with the wind, carrying a desolation of heroic decline—
"Old Jiang, we lost, surrender." Xiahou Jun couldn't help but blushed and swallowed.
"Old Jiang, surrender!" The other generals also spoke out and advised. They knew very well that if Jiang Wanjun did not surrender, there would be only a dead end to wait for him.
Brush la la—
In the Donghua army, thousands of cold swords were unsheathed and stared at Jiang Wanjun fiercely.
Jiang Wanjun suddenly burst out with a crazy laugh and said disdainfully: "Surrender?"
"I have lost, lost, and lost, but I have never 'rejected' in this life."
"I am 120 years old this year, and I will not be famous as a 'submitted general' before my death, leaving a bad reputation."
Xiahou Jun and his friends blushed and they sobbed silently.
"Young man, you are very good and can defeat you. I am convinced." Jiang Wanjun tightened his hips and stepped down the reins of the war horse. He raised the long sword in his hand and said proudly:
"I wonder if you have the courage to accompany me to fight this last game?"
Chen Fengxing's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "Dragon Shou, this old guy is already a defeated general, so don't pay attention to him!"
"Yes, who knows he has any conspiracy, just take him down!"
Chu Feng reached out to interrupt the crowd, his eyes calmly and respectful, "Chu Feng, I wish to send Old God of War Jiang for the last journey!"
"Hahaha, please feel free, boy, I admit that I am not as good as you."
Jiang Wanjun laughed loudly again, and his wrinkled and scarred palms patted his hips. He got off the horse and his tone became softer:
"Old guy, let me accompany you again and fight for the last time!"
"kill!"
With the word "kill", Jiang Wanjun's eyes burst out with a strong murderous intent. He waved the knife in his hand, as if he had a posture of creating a world and moving forward-
Chapter completed!