As soon as he saw the words on the stone, Han Meng was immediately stunned. An indescribable chill rose from the soles of his feet to his forehead, making him feel an indescribable discomfort all over his body.
What does this feel like? It's a feeling that I don't know what to do with.
Han Meng couldn't tell who actually wrote the words on the stone. Was it Cao Jun? Was it Tao Jun? Was it a monster? Or was it the will of God?
Also, who were killed by Captain Li Shan and the soldiers and horses under his command? Were they the soldiers who were ambushed by Cao Jun?
But when Cao Jun's ambush was outside, he and his soldiers had already killed them all? "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" "Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
At this moment, countless arrows were fired at oneself from both sides. Those Yuan Jun soldiers who did not know what to do were attacked in this state of confusion, and they suddenly became panicked.
At the moment, they simply don't have the energy or leisure to block the attacks coming from both sides, and they just subconsciously run away to save their lives.
Those Yuan Jun who still maintained some sense looked towards the direction of the arrow and were immediately frightened out of their wits.
Taking advantage of the fire, a lot of cavalry rushed out from the river banks on both sides, and some of the leaders of these cavalry were obviously wearing their own armor.
This kind of thing can be understood after a little thinking in a sober state. After Li Shan's soldiers were killed, some armors and weapons must have been worn by these murderers to fool their own troops.
The problem is that these Yuan Jun troops have been brought to the brink of collapse after a series of strange things that cannot be explained. How can they still have the mood to carefully ponder what these things are about. "Ghost!" "It's a ghost!"
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The first reaction of many soldiers was that the ghost was coming, and then they all ran away like crazy.
"Everyone, stop! Those who run away will be killed without mercy!" Han Meng was also extremely frightened at this moment. His mind was in chaos at the moment, and he had no idea what to do. After all, the blood words on the stone were aimed at
Yes, it's normal for him to be afraid.
If God really wanted to take his life, wouldn't he have to finish it off today?
Han Meng's mind went back and forth. The Jinling White Horse Army over there had taken advantage of Yuan Jun's chaos and rushed into the encirclement with all their strength. Because Yuan Jun was extremely chaotic, unorganized and undisciplined at the moment, the Jinling White Horse Army
Taking advantage of this opportunity, they rushed towards the enemy's camp with all their might. They had received instructions before the battle. Their purpose was very clear, which was to remove the head of the enemy leader Han Meng.
In order to show the appropriate effect, these Jinling White Horse Army shouted loudly towards Han Meng's position while charging: "Heaven collects Han Meng, God orders it! God collects Han Meng, God orders it!"
When Han Meng heard these shouts, he trembled all over. The soldiers under his command became even more determined and fled in all directions without any hesitation. No one cared about the life or death of their own general.
God wants to take away Han Meng and do our shit!
"Young people, how dare you do this! Who is it? Who dares to gossip here?"
Behind the Jinling White Horse Army, Tao Shang was riding on the Claw Huang Feidian and shouted loudly to Han Meng: "General Han, your time has come. I am here to help you become an immortal by destiny."
Ten thousand grass and mud horses ran through Han Meng's heart! If you kill someone, kill someone! Why are you trying to transform me into an immortal?
Well said!
Aren't you obviously going to send me to Jiuquan? "Where did the dog come from? How dare you humiliate your old man like this? And you want to transform me into an immortal? I will send you to be a ghost!"
In order to cover up the panic in his heart, Han Meng made a fierce look and galloped straight towards the pottery merchant's place.
The pottery merchant pulled the horse, pinched his fingers, and said: "Immeasurable Lord, if you don't want to transform into an immortal, since you insist on committing a crime, then I will grant your wish."
Before the potter could finish his words, he saw a figure like lightning suddenly rush out from the diagonal thorn, running towards Han Meng's location like a dragon and a tiger.
There is no doubt that it was Zhao Yun who was waiting to kill Han Meng with one blow.
Han Meng was in a panic now. In addition, he was aroused by the potter's words, and his mind went blank for a while. He just rushed in the direction where the potter was, but he didn't notice Zhao Yun who needed the most attention.
The potter was speechless when he saw this situation. He was really a child seeking death...
Like a flash of lightning, Zhao Yun suddenly rushed in front of Han Meng. Han Meng was startled and turned his head to look in horror, only to see that the war spear like a spiritual snake had been stretched out in front of his face.
A flash of silver light flashed before his eyes, and Han Meng's eyes suddenly widened. The severe pain in his neck spread along the nerves to his brain. His breathing suddenly became rapid and his chest felt tight.
Han Meng threw away the weapon in his hand and reached out to hold the hole of the gun on his neck. Blood spurted out from the hole like a fountain. He gasped for air and tried desperately to block the blood hole.
But the blood crossed his palms and stained his armor in large areas.
Not long after, Han Meng's huge body was seen falling backwards.
As soon as the general died, the remaining people had no intention of fighting, and they were all frightened and fled in all directions, with little power to resist.
Tao Shang rode his horse and came to Han Meng's side. He sighed with emotion and said: "All living beings are equal, General Han has ascended to heaven after all."
Han Meng has not yet completely breathed his last. He stared at Zhao Yun with his big goldfish-like eyes. His face was red and he was on the verge of falling at any time. However, he held on to his last breath and refused to let himself die like this.
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Zhao Yun looked at Han Meng in confusion, wondering why this man's desire to survive was so strong.
He didn't understand, but the potter's heart was like a mirror.
He walked to Han Meng's side, bowed down, looked at his face steadily, and said: "I am the pottery merchant. The things in the forest are neither ghosts nor gods. They are all my layout. In your heart
Are the doubts cleared? Go ahead with peace of mind."
A hint of relief suddenly appeared in Han Meng's eyes, the expression on his face was no longer painful, but turned into relaxation, and his body slowly shrank.
Ashes to dust, soil to soil, countless famous generals in Yuan's army perished in the Eight Formations.
Zhao Yun turned to look at the pottery merchant and asked doubtfully: "How do you know what he is thinking?"
"What's fascinating is the human heart, what's obsessed with is persistence, that's what people are." The potter said with a smile.
After saying that, the pottery merchant turned to Zhao Yun and said: "You lead your troops to disperse the Yuan army's troops in the forests of various tribes. After reorganizing the army, we rush back to the Guandu battlefield."
Zhao Yun immediately took the order and left.
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There were many Yuan troops in the forest, but after the special layout of the Eight Formations and Tao Shang, they suffered a lot. After Han Meng's death, they lost their fighting spirit and were defeated by Zhao Yun and others. They ran away and surrendered.
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The pottery merchant prepared his troops and horses, took the prisoners and Han Meng's head, and prepared to return to Guandu Dazhai.
At this time, Cao Ang followed Zhuge Liang and came to the pottery merchant.