Fu Rong's eyes were fixed on the figure two miles ahead of him, standing proudly with his sword across the battlefield, as majestic as a mountain. Liu Yu, it was Liu Yu. He was holding a sword in one hand, standing in front of his own army.
More than forty steps in front of the formation, facing the Qin army's thousands of troops, they showed no fear.
Fu Rong gritted his teeth, looking at Liu Yu, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he found that this man's eyes also crossed the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, and shot directly at him, in those cold and stern eyes.
Fu Rong suddenly felt a chill in his radiant eyes, because they were rays of revenge.
In Liu Yu's mind, the night when Shouchun City fell reappeared over and over again, with the killing sounds, fires, screams, and the triumphant voices speaking Di and Qiang, and the Shouchun soldiers and civilians who died in the battle.
Finally, the wide-open eyes and the familiar faces passed before his eyes like a movie. Finally, all these scenes were frozen into one picture, that is, riding a tall horse, surrounded by many guards.
Accompanied by Fu Rong, he rode into the city. Just like today, among tens of thousands of troops, the Qin coach was face to face with him again.
The corner of Liu Yu's mouth curled up. He slowly raised his left hand, stretched out his thumb, and slowly crossed his throat. This gesture was a gesture that a Jingkou man would take before a battle to signal to the enemy that he would fight until death.
The gesture of placing one's head on one's head is used almost universally throughout the world. Even without saying a word, everyone will clearly understand the meaning of this gesture.
Next to Fu Rong, a general named Fu Feilong said angrily: "Commander, this thief is too arrogant. The last general is willing to go out and take his head!"
Fu Rong's expression was calm, and he said coldly: "He just wants to anger me, so I won't fall for his little tricks. After passing the order, the chariots accelerated to attack, and the infantry followed. I didn't believe it.
Liu Yu can still block our attack!"
After Liu Yu made this gesture, he suddenly thrust the iron sword into the ground, and spread his hands towards Qin Jun. His entire chest and abdomen were defenseless, and everyone could even see the movement in front of him as he breathed.
The armor leaves on the chest swayed one after another, and the sunlight shone on these fine armor leaves, sparkling, and even stabbed many Qin soldiers, making it difficult to open their eyes.
Liu Yu's voice, speaking Di dialect, came with the wind: "Fu Rong, today I, Liu Yu, swear here that I will take your life with my own hands. No matter how many of your subordinates you have, they can't save your life! This is for Shouchun City.
Those soldiers and civilians who died under your hands are demanding blood debt from you! Destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu!"
In the phalanx of the Jin army, waves of voices rang out: "Destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu!"
Following Liu Yu's roar, more than 200 captains and building leaders from each team stepped forward one after another and stood behind Liu Yu, four or five steps apart, holding shields in their hands.
But they are not standing in a dense row. They look so weird.
On Bagong Mountain, Sima Daozi asked curiously: "Is this Liu Yu out of his mind? Faced with the full impact of this chariot, if more than 200 people go up without forming an array, are they going to die?"
Wang Guobao licked his lips. He had humiliated Xie Xuan many times today. No matter how hard his brain was, he would not dare to make jokes again. He looked at Liu Yu and said, "My lord, I think Liu Yu
Maybe he wanted to kill the chariot drivers by jumping again like he did before. These two hundred people look like elite soldiers, so they should be doing the same thing."
Sima Daozi raised his lips in dissatisfaction: "What nonsense are you talking about, Wang Shangshu, look at the distance between the chariots this time is so small, and there are a large number of enemy infantry following behind, how can it be possible to fight like just now?"
To jump around the workshop without getting hurt, there must be some other way to fight."
At this point, Sima Daozi's black face turned to Xie Xuan: "Xie Zhenjun, just tell me, what good strategy does Liu Yu have to defeat the enemy this time? Ah, no, it should be said that these tactics were arranged by you, right?
Bar."
Xie Xuan smiled slightly: "Let me be clear first, Your Majesty, Liu Yu really came up with this strategy himself. I was shocked when I heard it. However, it should have miraculous effects. You can see it soon."
Liu Yu’s style of play.”
Having said this, Xie Xuan turned to look at Sun Wuzhong: "How many people has Liu Yu killed so far?"
Sun Wuzhong said calmly: "Twenty-seven of them are already here, but they are not yet super gods."
Xie Xuan stood up with a smile: "It should be soon. However, I think there is someone who will compete with him to see who can kill more enemies."
At the top of Shouchun City, Fu Jian frowned, watching as his chariot began to accelerate slowly. The wheels turned faster and faster with the flying hooves of the horses, and the sound of the sound gradually rose up, and the smoke and dust gradually rose up.
Rising up, the sound of killing was loud. They were less than a mile away from Liu Yu and others in front, and a large number of infantrymen behind them also began to run at full speed, making howling sounds like beasts. From here, you can see from a high position.
, like a big black wave rushing towards a shallow embankment on the opposite side. No matter from which angle you look at it, you don’t think there is any possibility of blocking it.
Fu Jian murmured to himself: "Liu Yu, what the hell is he doing?"
Having said this, Fu Jian suddenly turned to look at Murong Lan who was standing aside: "Captain Murong, when you were in the Beifu Army, how did you train to deal with tanks? Is it like this?"
Murong Lan's forehead was also covered with fragrant sweat, and her pink fists were clenched. She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even hear Fu Jian's words for the first time. She didn't react until Fu Jian raised his voice and said it again,
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Jian shook his head: "Well, looking at you like this, you probably don't know what Liu Yu can do. I don't believe it. Liu Yu's flesh and blood can really block the assault of a chariot!"
Before he finished speaking, Liu Yu in the distance and more than 200 companions around him suddenly threw away the shields in their hands at the same time, and they all knelt down in uniform, lying on the ground, looking up at the Qin army fighting on the opposite side.
The car is already less than 200 steps away.
Fu Jian opened his mouth in surprise: "What does this mean? Liu Yu, is Liu Yu going to surrender to our army?"
Murong Lan's eyes widened this time, and she unconsciously covered Ying's mouth with her bare hands, almost shouting. Could it be that Liu Yu really wanted to surrender? But even if he really wanted to surrender, at such a close distance, he would rush up.
It is impossible for the chariot to stop, it will definitely crush everyone in front into bloody mud!
After the chariot, Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Liu Yu, what are you doing? Kneel down and beg for mercy? It's too late! Crush these ants to death!"
Liu Yu suddenly raised his head, a smile flashed across his face, and he took something in his hand, and began to put it on his body like magic: "Fu Rong, you are finished!"
This chapter has been completed!