Already.

That cavalry was too fast.

However, he and Yuan Jun were too deep in the quagmire of Kaiyang.

What's even more troublesome is that after the cavalry appeared, countless troops came out from all directions.

Under such circumstances, if you don't retreat, the consequences will be disastrous.

Wen Chou made a decisive decision and immediately ordered the entire army to evacuate. Knowing that the enemy's reinforcements had arrived and the momentum was so great, Yuan's troops had no intention of fighting again, so they scrambled and fled.

But at this time, the heavenly army has formed a dragnet, and no matter how quickly we escape, it will be too late.

The water in the moat was rolling and it was still dark. Yuan's army scattered and fled, but they were unable to break through at every step.

However, at the place where the random horses were fighting, the number of soldiers of the Heavenly Army increased and they surrounded them, engulfing all Yuan's troops.

"Kill!"

"Fight your way out!"

Wen Chou danced with his spear and turned his horse, swinging wildly, charging into the formation and collapsing the camp, like a tiger descending a mountain. Although there were countless soldiers surrounding him, he was still allowed to continuously break through and have more time to rescue his subordinates.

Among the heavenly army, no matter what rank of soldier, whether inside or outside the system, there was no one who could block his shot. How many people fell in response to the shot?

Seeing how ferocious this beast was, even though it was trapped in a tight siege, it still roared with anger and kept shouting. The power of the drink even made some of the new and timid recruits in the heavenly army retreat, frightened by its ferocious power, they did not even dare to step forward for a while.

After dancing with the gun for a long time, he exerted too much force and even the tip of the gun fell off. However, without any hesitation, he immediately pulled out the sword and his clothes were stained with blood. He was hit three or four times, but he still kept courage.

Wen Chou's face was distorted and his ferocity was wild. While fighting, he kept shouting: "Wang Zheng! Wang Zheng!"

"You're such an idiot, how dare you fight with Nai Gong?"

Seeing no one responded, Wen Chou laughed loudly, full of ridicule: "I heard that you were blessed by Huang Tian when you started the incident, and that you were blessed with divine power, but I didn't expect you to be so timid."

"The Yellow Turban bandits are as timid as rats, without exception!"

"You sons of Jizhou, there are just thieves and bandits, no matter how many there are, it's of no use, cheer up and rush out with me!"

But no one responded either.

Wen Chou was startled, and turned around to look, only to see that the lieutenants, soldiers, soldiers, and subordinates he had brought to Xuzhou who had been following him had fallen down one by one, and their bodies were floating on the ground.

He looked around again and saw that there were black armor and yellow scarves in all directions, and thousands of troops surrounded him, the Four Court Pillars of Hebei.

And among the five thousand men and horses who came from Jizhou, they were either dead, injured, or surrendered, and he was the only one left on the horse.

Tiger fell into a deep pit....

This prophecy passed through his mind, and he knew that it would be unlucky to continue like this, so he turned his horse's head and wanted to retreat to avoid the front of the heavenly army. However, when he saw this, a dazzling black light suddenly appeared in the human world amidst a low muffled sound.

.

As if coming from the Netherworld, a faint scar was drawn in the half-lit sky, and it came through the sky.

"not good!"

Seeing the black light coming straight towards him, Wen Chou had quick eyesight and quickly raised his knife to strike, but it missed.

The next moment, he felt his body tilt, but he instantly lost his balance, fell off the horse, and fell directly into a pool of muddy water.

I just got up in disgrace and took a look, my face suddenly turned miserable.

Not far away, the body of his own war horse was penetrated by a javelin, and it was nailed to a pool of blood.

Since there is no riding horse, there is no chance to break out of the tight encirclement.

At this moment, Wen Chou no longer had any hope of surviving. He only hoped that he would die before he could use some support, stood up, and yelled with angry eyes:

"come!"

But no one answered or came forward.

All the heavenly troops just surrounded him silently, watching him, and then they surged like water as the flags were waved, slowly parting a path.

A horseman, Shi Shiran, galloped out of the road.

"Wang Zheng?"

Wen Chou was overjoyed when he saw the young man's figure.

Could it be that when this guy saw that I was injured and lost my strength, he wanted to take the opportunity to pick peaches?

Shuzi! Nai Gong can kill you even if he has only a little bit of strength left!

As if feeling his intense gaze, Wang Zheng also looked over, and their eyes met in the air.

"Shuzi, have you had enough milk?" Wen Chou rolled his eyes and said sarcastically: "Finally you have the strength to dare to fight Naigong?"

Hearing his dirty words, all the troops on the field looked angry, but Wang Zheng looked calm. He just looked at the defeated general with interest for a while and suddenly asked:

"I asked about you..."

"Wen Chou, nicknamed "Ghost of Earth", good with spears and spears..." He kept repeating: "Also, he is addicted to people's hearts?"

Having said this, Wang Zheng paused and asked, "Is this the case?"

"So what?" Wen Chou snorted coldly, showing disdain:

"You, a yellow turban thief, are you still pretending to be benevolent and righteous, so that you can blame me?"

"That's not necessary." Wang Zheng waved his hand, his eyes suddenly as sharp as a blade:

"It's just that since you have such a special hobby, I will naturally give you a special way to die."

After saying this, he just waved his hand and stopped looking at Wen Chou. He just raised his head and looked at the sky:

"It's almost time. If you let a beast like you see the light of day one more time, you will be ashamed of the fallen generals of our heavenly army."

"you..."

Just as Wen Chou was about to scold him, he saw that as soon as Wang Zheng finished speaking, the formation of the heavenly army suddenly changed.

The cavalrymen who were riding horses and whipping their whips in front of the formation, and the infantrymen who were holding their shields high, suddenly stepped back at the same time, revealing their comrades behind them.

Hundreds of archers lined up and aimed at him.

They bent down, bent their bows, and nocked arrows.

"Excuse me!"

The sound of pulling the bow string is as sweet as the sound of bells, but it brings a deep chill to this spring morning.

As soon as the dense "whisking" sound rang through his ears, Wen Chou saw an overwhelming rain of arrows coming towards him!

But even in such a desperate situation, he still didn't give up!

Even after the fierce battle, his strength began to lose its strength, and the long sword was still dancing with a rustling wind. In the blink of an eye and his eyes closed, he shot down hundreds of long arrows.

It’s just that manpower is sometimes exhausted, and no matter how hard we try, there will always be oversights.

Soon after, he felt a chill in his heart.

The coolness grew crazily under the penetration of countless bows and arrows.

My heart... hurts a lot.
Chapter completed!