Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Shi Wenjin laughed tragically, turning a blind eye to those Hanzhong soldiers who kept clearing Cao Jun and slowly surrounded them.

"Death and blood is the battlefield. In order for the generals to escape, even if they die today, they must firmly attract the Hanzhong soldiers!"

"kill!"

Shi Wenjin spat out a mouthful of blood, and cut his cheek with a sharp knife, hot blood dripping down.

"kill!"

The remaining more than 300 scarred Xiaowei also followed suit, holding a sharp knife with a solemn and solemn expression, cutting their own cheeks, and letting the blood flow down.

"The elite guards will die if they die!"

"The elite guards will die if they die!"

The slogan of being brave and not afraid of death was shouted from Shiwen's entrance, and then the three hundred old and weak soldiers also screamed.

"kill……"

The darkness before dawn was about to dissipate, and the early morning sun shone on them, and their hazy blood made them look even more tragic.

Click~

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Hanzhong soldiers looked at this group of ghostly guards, feeling a little scared in their hearts.

die...

Shi Wenjin held the machete in one hand, and the gun head that had been broken in two in the other, and suddenly exploded and rushed towards the Hanzhong soldiers.

puff!

The tip of the gun pierced the enemy's eyes, and the screams echoed in the mountains and forests, but Shi Wenjin remained unmoved. He swung his knife and cut off the spears on his body, and looked down at the five or six holes in his body. He showed a strange expression. smile.

"Boom! Boom!"

His body was stained red with blood, but Shi Wenjin held on tightly and did not fall down. The machete in his hand exuded a strong smell of blood.

"kill!"

With another shout, Shi Wenjin, with the help of the guards behind him, brazenly rushed into the camp of Hanzhong soldiers, with the spears blocked in his chest, and the big knife in his hand kept harvesting heads.

cough cough...

Blood was spat out mixed with heart and lungs, and those unfamiliar faces showed expressions of resignation to death.

"This……"

The Hanzhong soldiers were so frightened that they kept retreating. Even though there were less than 300 remnants on the opposite side, this kind of life-for-life fighting made them feel intimidated.There are less than 300 Xiaowei, they are clearly at the end of their strength, they have countless weapons stuck in their bodies, some of the blood has solidified, some of them are still flowing, and their staggering steps seem to fall down at any time , but he

They dare not go forward.

Shocked!

Dead silent!

"General, let's shoot the arrow!" The deputy general asked Zhang Wei for instructions.

"No!"

Zhang Wei shook his head resolutely, but his eyes fell on the big flag among the 300 people~ Zuo Xiaowei!

"They are all heroes! Even if they die, they will turn into army souls!"

Zhang Wei's voice came, and finally landed on Shi Wenjin's body. At this moment, he was dying, as if aware of the gaze of the other commander, he showed a forced smile, which affected his internal organs and caused bursts of pain.

"The elite guards, if you die, you will die~"

Gathering his last strength, Shi Wenjin called out the last glory that belonged to him.

"The elite guards, if you die, you will die~"

Behind him, the old, weak and remnant soldiers let out another roar, and the voice full of death will shake the sky and the earth.

"Roar..." The spear was raised, the saber fell, the leaves were stained red with blood, and the soldiers of Zuo Xiaowei collapsed on the ground. Only the flag of Zuo Xiaowei still stood, because at the last moment, it was captured by Xiao Xiaowei. The guards penetrated into his body, where there were more than ten

Holding hands tightly...holding, this moment was completely frozen in Zhang Wei's heart.

"No~"

From the east, Yu Peng's mournful voice came, and as the shield soldiers around him fell to their feet one by one, under the threat of death, they kept piercing... and piercing again.

"Let's go! The enemy is coming!"

Yu Wenxian, the former camp Zhonglang, led the remaining few hundred people, and finally rushed over from the Mianshui River. When they saw Yu Peng's shield formation, they immediately responded from the outside.

"General~"

With blood and tears all over their faces, Yu Peng and the surviving shield soldiers clenched their fists tightly and looked at the scene down the mountain with sad faces.

"Are you afraid?"

"The last will not dare!"

"Yu Peng, immediately lead five hundred shield soldiers into the east, and fight to the death without retreating!"

Everything that happened just now is still vivid, but in the blink of an eye they are separated from each other.

Hate!Yu Peng's heart was full of hatred, he hated himself for misunderstanding the general's last concern, he hated himself for desecrating the general's loyalty.

The first thousand and seventy-seventh chapter Cao Jun internal strife

Bang!

Xia Houyuan's fist as big as a casserole slammed hard on the handsome case, and his face distorted by anger stared at Ning Rong.

"Mr. Ning, you have to give an explanation to Zuo Xiaowei's [-] soldiers! You have to give an explanation to those brothers who died in battle!"

Xia Houyuan's eyes were red, staring at him as if he was eating people.

"..."

Ning Rong felt uncomfortable, after all, those who died were all his robes, but if not, how could he have fooled the spirited Crouching Dragon!

"Ning Rong..."

Seeing that Ning Rong still had that tepid expression, Xia Houyuan thought about the soldiers who died under his command. Seven of the eight camps were robbed by the enemy. Those were two thousand elite soldiers. Down.

"Dog thief!"