Chapter 781: One Punch of the Barbarian King Swinging the Whole Cong
The fire in the Han army camp burned all night.
After the first light appeared in the sky, the fire in the Han army camp gradually subsided.
The remaining warmth of the earth is still there, but for some people, their hearts have been immersed in cold.
For example, He Qi escaped from the Han army camp in a hurry with a few close followers.
He Qi didn't know how long or how far he had escaped.
He only remembered that on the way to escape, many of his comrades stretched out their hands to ask for help from him in the burning fire.
There were also the wailing sounds of many comrades mixed with the scorching sound of the fire, which made his hair stand on end.
He Qi is not a cold-blooded person, let alone those who are in the fire, and he has had a master-slave relationship with him for many years.
But He Qi knew very well that he could not stop.
Once his steps slow down a step, his body will be swallowed up by the fire, and the last sound he will leave in the world will only be a miserable wail.
When he thought of such an outcome, even though his hands and feet were weak from the fright of the hell-like scene last night, He Qi still tried his best to run towards the outside.
Fortunately, He Qi is very good at mountain warfare.
Being good at mountain warfare means that He Qi's speed in escaping on flat ground is unparalleled.
Coupled with many years of experience in leading troops, He Qi was alert in time last night and was lucky enough to get a chance to survive.
When he realized that he was already some distance away from the Han army's camp, He Qi, whose hands and feet had been extremely sore for a long time, could no longer bear the fatigue in his body and collapsed on the ground.
As He Qi slumped down, several of his cronies who were following him instantly fell to the ground helplessly.
After the fatigue in his body subsided slightly, He Qi looked at the few cronies lying around him. He couldn't help covering his face and crying bitterly:
"It was my gullible trust in Fei Yi that led to last night's defeat.
I feel sorry for the thousands of men who followed me, and even more so for the trust I placed in Your Majesty."
The more He Qi spoke, the louder he cried, which showed how intense his grief was at the moment.
And can this be blamed on He Qi's poor mental endurance?
Thinking back to last night, He Qishang stood at a high place, full of energy and secretly harboring the ambition to follow his grandson's footsteps.
At that time, behind He Qi were thousands of elite soldiers whom he had trained for many years.
With the fighting strength of thousands of elite soldiers, if he were not ambushed, He Qi would not be afraid of any enemy with the same strength.
And those thousands of elites were the foundation for He Qi to settle down and live a life for decades.
But in just one night, thousands of elites whom He Qi was proud of and regarded as their foundation were all engulfed in boundless flames.
Thousands of elites, now only a few are left!
Who wouldn’t be filled with grief when encountering such a tragedy?
In addition, He Qi knew that with the destruction of his supporting troops, the situation that was originally good for the Wu army would plummet.
How would Sun Quan feel if he heard the news?
As he cried, He Qi hated Fei Yi even more.
After coming to his senses last night, the first thing He Qi did before escaping was to order Fei Yi to be killed.
Originally, He Qi thought that Fei Yi would beg for mercy before he died.
But what He Qi didn't expect was that Fei Yi was not afraid to smile in the face of the butcher's knife he was swinging away:
"Look at today, who is a thief and who is a dog!"
"Hahaha!"
These were Fei Yi's last words in the world.
Fei Yi no longer concealed his proud and cheerful expression before he died, and He Qi still felt a dull pain in his eyes just thinking about it.
I never thought that I would be an eagle all my life, but one day my flesh and blood would be pecked out by an eagle!
When He Qi was grieving and sighing, what He Qi didn't notice was that there were some strong figures emerging from the forest behind him.
When He Qi heard the noise and stood up in fright, those figures had already jumped out of the dense forest and surrounded him.
There were hundreds of sergeants surrounding He Qi, and it was not difficult to tell from their appearance that they were foreigners.
And when a nine-foot-long tiger general appeared, He Qi guessed his identity at a glance.
"Samoko!"
There was fear and deep worry in He Qi's tone.
After the First World War, Samoko's reputation for bravery had long been spread throughout Jiangdong.
Zhou Tai was such a brave warrior, but I heard that he died in the hands of Samoko.
It can be seen from this that Samoko's bravery is truly unparalleled.
With such a fierce general blocking the road, would I still have a chance today?
While He Qi was looking at Shamoko, Shamoko also carefully looked at the prey in front of him.
“Tsk, tsk, I’m a little thinner.
But come to think of it, braised in soy sauce might have a different flavor."
Shamoko looked at He Qi as if he was looking at a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.
Even though He Qi couldn't understand Shamoko's gaze, He Qi understood Shamoko's words.
Seeing that Shamoko looked down upon him so much, He Qi, who had always thought highly of himself, couldn't bear it.
Although Samoko is brave, he is not powerless.
He Qi, who was stimulated by Shamoko, drew out the long knife from his waist and rushed towards Shamoko.
He Qi has always had a reputation for bravery in Jiangdong.
But He Qi ignored one point.
He had just fled here and the strength of his limbs had not yet been restored.
He was no match for Samoko when he was at his peak, let alone now?
I saw that Shamoko was not at all concerned about He Qi's attack.
In Shamoko's view, He Qi's movements were too slow.
Only when He Qi rushed in front of Samoko brandishing his long knife did Samoko make a move.
Although Samoko's movements were late, his speed was extremely fast.
In the midst of the wind and lightning, one of Shamoko's hands firmly grasped He Qi's knife-holding hand.
Shamoko's other hand, carrying indescribable power, made a fist and swung it hard towards He Qi's temple.
Barbarian battles have always been about using force to defeat force and killing with one blow!
The temple is the fatal part of the human body, and Samoko's power is really rare in the world.
When Shamoko's fist hit He Qi's temple, He Qi didn't even have time to scream. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body fell directly to the ground.
With just one punch, Shamoko actually beat Jiangdong's famous general He Qi to death!
After He Qi was killed, Shamoko stared at the body on the ground and murmured:
"Da Sima said that the head is his and the rest is mine.
So is it braised in red or braised in red?"
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He Qi died outside Chaisang City, and Quan Cong inside the city felt uncomfortable at this time.
There was such a big movement in the Han army camp last night that it was impossible to hide it from Quan Cong in the city.
Not only Quan Cong, many people in Chaisang City last night were speechless for a long time as they looked at the suddenly bright sky, too frightened to fall asleep.
Although the people in the city didn't know what the Han army was doing at that time.
But they know one thing:
Is it possible for humans to achieve the grand scene last night where day and night were irreversible and the universe was reversed?
Compared with most people in the city, Quan Cong, who had participated in the police battle, felt a different kind of fear in his heart.
The scene last night was too familiar to him!
A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Quan Cong's mind.
Could it be that he is here?
No, absolutely impossible!
Quan Cong was frightened and swaying at the same time.
Just when Quan Cong was about to have a mental breakdown, a letter of war was shot into the city from outside the city.