Zhang Bao thought about it, looked at the tired Yellow Turban Lux, nodded and said, "Okay!" This time, I'll deal with this Wei Feng! ”

Zhang Bao also understands that this Wei Feng's strength is not weak, and he fights alone, and there seem to be few on his side who can keep him.

Dongfeng Xiao may be able to tie the game, but it will be difficult to kill him.

But if it's a yellow turban wrestler, it's hard to say.

Wei Feng retreated with the defeat of the people, and he also had a lot of frustration in his heart.

The eyes of the people in the three cities and twelve villages looking at him have changed again.

There is also resentment, distrust, alienation, and burial.

"It's my mistake, I didn't expect the Han army to have a spare pontoon bridge, so I need two thousand to three thousand warriors, and I am destroying the pontoon bridge once, and the pontoon bridge does not destroy me, and Chen Korea has no hope of victory." Wei Feng's gaze was not cold, but looked at the group with a search.

It's just that these city lords and village owners have avoided his gaze, and the meaning doesn't need to be explained.

This time they lost so many people, and if they continue to fight, they will all have to die.

Just when everyone was thinking about their little abacus, they saw a sword light flash in the afterglow, and the cold was still pressing, and then there was a pop.

Everyone was so frightened that they retreated again and again, and then looked at their partners, not knowing which unlucky one was killed by Wei Feng this time.

It turned out that no one was killed and no one was injured.

Wei Feng's sword stabbed under his right chest.

Everyone was shocked, you look at me, I look at you, and they all said secretly: "What is this guy doing, how can he stab himself!" ”

"Although death is not enough to repay the king's kindness, but I don't die now, I just want to keep my body to serve the king and Chen Han, and I will destroy the bridge tonight, if I don't succeed, I will become benevolent, go or not!" After speaking, Wei Feng drew his sword, and blood shot out like a note.

frightened the crowd and retreated further, with a frightened and hideous face.

"Go...... Or not go! Wei Feng gritted his teeth and asked again.

The sword was in hand, and the blood droplets of the blade slid from the tip of the blade to the bore of the sword, and then dripped to the ground.

The wound was also bleeding, and Wei Feng had no intention of stopping the bleeding.

"Go! Let's go, ask the general to stop the bleeding! ”

"Go! Let's go, ask the general to stop the bleeding! ”

The poor are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the dead.

This TM is a damn guy!

The night breeze is gentle! The shadows of the trees are swaying!

There is no moon in the sky, and there are no beasts on the earth!

Some are longing for people.

Water surface land, slowly approaching!

Twilight! A torch lit up, followed by countless torches!

Then a Han army rushed out of Weiguan City, shot arrows at the bamboo raft in the river, and threw stones.

The people of Chenguo on the bamboo raft were hit by arrows and fell into the water, or were hit by the boulder, or were slapped by the waves in the boulder and capsized into the water.

"Kill!"

Soon, an army of about 2,000 Chen troops rushed to kill the Han army on the shore.

"Well done! It's waiting for you! Zhang Bao commanded a Gan Yellow Turban wrestler to kill the Korean soldiers who came up against him.

The two armies fought together in an instant.

The sound of gold was endless, and the puff kept coming, and someone's body was stabbed by a sharp blade.

"Not good! This is the most elite Hercules of the Han army, retreat! ”

The Koreans knew the bravery of the Yellow Turban wrestlers under Zhang Bao, and seeing that it was this army, they had no intention of fighting at all, so they hurriedly retreated.

"Kill!" At this time, the Han army lurking in another mountain forest outside the city rushed out, and intercepting this group of Han soldiers was a slashing and killing.

The two Han armies wrapped up the two thousand Korean soldiers.

At this time, on the surface of the Luodong River, there were no destroyed bamboo rafts, and there were no injured or killed soldiers of Chen Han to pass to the location of the pontoon bridge during the day, and then found that the pontoon bridge was missing.

Where is the shadow of the pontoon bridge on the wide river.

Their bamboo raft kept drifting down, and they didn't see the pontoon bridge.

All of them had strange expressions.

"General, the pontoon bridge is gone!"

This time, Wei Feng did not lead the team to attack the Han army on the east bank of the river, but in one of the rows of bamboo rafts.

"Don't worry, let me think!" After calming down for a while, Wei Feng said: "The pontoon bridge may have caused the Han army to sink into the water again, row west, go ashore to search for ropes and piles, and destroy them!" ”

Glancing at the 2,000 Korean soldiers on the east bank who were being strangled by the Han army, Wei Feng led the people to row the bamboo raft to the west bank.

A group of people rowed to the east bank and were about to search for ropes and stakes, but the Han army camp on the west bank rushed out of countless Han troops who had been ambushed for a long time.

"Kill!"

The Han army rushed down and slashed at the Chen Koreans who jumped ashore.

"You guys find me rope to chop wood!" Wei Feng jumped ashore and waved his gun to face the Han army, this guy was brave, rampage left and right, and did his best to provide time and safety for his subordinates to find ropes.

Of course, the Han army was not weak, and kept rushing down to kill Wei Feng and his men.

"Puff ......!"

Soon Wei Feng was stabbed several times, but he still stubbornly continued to fight.

"I'm coming!" Seeing that Wei Feng was so brave, Ma Yuanyi picked up his knife and slashed.

"Bell!"

The sparks splashed everywhere, Ma Yuanyi kept attacking, Wei Feng was hit by several knives, and with the sword before departure, his body was extremely unbearable, and he could only resist, but could not effectively counterattack, so he was pressed by Ma Yuanyi after a few moves.

"Surrender, you don't have a chance!" Ma Yuanyi admired the other party as a good man, and persuaded him with a knife.

"Impossible, come to war, come and kill me!" At this time, Wei Feng had no intention of surviving, or that he knew his end from the time he came to the peninsula.

"Poof!" In the end, Wei Fengzai couldn't hold on, and was slashed by Ma Yuanyi, and directly cut off a left arm.

"General, we've found it!"

Two hours later, the Koreans finally found the ropes and pillars of the pontoon bridge, but as soon as they finished speaking, two Han soldiers flew over and took them into the water.

Pontoon! Definitely not to be ruined!

The soldiers of the Han army were equally heroic, and this is your life and death, so they did not hesitate at all.

Wei Feng glanced back and shook his head.

Ma Yuanyi was not attacking, Wei Feng was no longer a threat, and all the soldiers he brought were killed.

The pontoon bridge eventually remained.

However, Ma Yuanyi didn't mean to be relaxed in the slightest, because he saw a smile on Wei Feng's face.

"What are you laughing at?" Ma Yuanyi asked.

"You are very powerful, the Donglai Army really deserves to be the first army in the world, and the fierce generals under the Marquis of Weihai, Wenchen, are all awesome, but!" Wei Feng smiled miserably, and Ma Yuanyi said, "But what? ”

"But you lost." After Wei Feng finished speaking, Ma Yuanyi's eyebrows furrowed, and he saw countless shouts of killing in the west, and the dilapidated camp that had been fighting for two days was rushed in by countless Chen Koreans.

Only then did Ma Yuanyi know what Wei Feng meant.

It turned out that this guy's real intention was not the pontoon bridge, but the camp of the Han army on the west bank.

He guessed that Ma Yuanyi and the others would send the most elite Yellow Turban wrestlers to intercept and kill him on the east coast.

Therefore, his soldiers and horses on the east bank, as well as the troops on the bamboo raft, were all feints to attract the Han army.

The real plan was the Han military camp on the west bank.

These people in Ma Yuanyi's hands now are not Yellow Turban wrestlers, and it is difficult to have a chance of winning in the face of several times the number of Chen Koreans, even if Zhang Bao brings people over to support, he is not in a hurry.

"You're amazing!"

"Thank you!"

Wei Feng smiled slightly, then pulled out the sword at his waist, and then stabbed it into his chest, and his body fell into the water with a bang.

The splashes of falling water rippled countless crystal droplets, and Wei Feng seemed to see countless stars twinkling in the dark night before he fell asleep......

"He's a proud man!" Watching the corpse float away along the river, Ma Yuanyi sighed lightly, and said to everyone:

"Get up the bridge, cross the river!"

The pontoon bridge was pulled out of the water again, and a group of people crossed the east bank, and when everyone crossed the river, Ma Yuanyi looked at the downstream of the river again, and muttered to himself:

"It's a pity that you can't see the destruction of Chenhan, it doesn't belong to you after all, and you didn't win, because the west bank and the pontoon bridge don't matter......"

(End of chapter)