"Could it be that I, Meng Shu, am really exhausted......

Meng Shu looked at the iron wall of the Wei army in front of him in a daze, and looked at the god-like emperor of Great Wei, and his heart swelled with despair.

Nanguangcheng in the rear has fallen, thousands of Wei troops are chasing and killing, and there is an army led by Su Zhe himself in front of him to block the road, and he and his 2,000 soldiers are already in a desperate situation.

What the king of Nanzhong, what the emperor of Dashu, all became ridiculous bubbles.

Everything is gone, and he doesn't even have a chance to be an ordinary barbarian now, because he knows that the Emperor of Great Wei will kill him completely.

"Su Zhe, I, Meng Xuannai, the greatest hero in the history of Nanzhong, how can I be destroyed in your hands, I am unwilling, unwilling~~"

Meng Huo went crazy.

Stimulated by grief and indignation, Meng Shu was like a trapped beast, slapping his horse and dancing with a knife, and came towards Su Zhe.

Behind him, the two thousand tribes knew that surrendering was only a dead end, and they all let out a roar like a trapped beast, following Meng Shu to kill Su Zhe.

A contemptuous sneer flashed across the corner of Su Zhe's mouth, he took half a step back, and said coldly: "Yan Liang, I'll leave it to you next." ”

Yan Liang stepped forward with the order, waved his sword, and shouted: "The soldiers of Great Wei, Your Majesty has an order to kill all the barbarians!" ”

A fierce wind whistled out, and Yan Liang rushed towards the enemy like black lightning.

The 20,000 Wei soldiers burst into formation, like a tide, overwhelmingly rushing towards the remnants of the 2,000 barbarian army.

The two armies collided in an instant.

Blood flew, limbs and bones shattered, and screams echoed in the dawn sky, creepy.

The tenfold tide of the Wei army overwhelmed the barbarian army in an instant, rushed them to pieces, and wantonly killed them.

Meng Huo was dancing with a knife and smashing his horse and galloping, trying his best to rush forward.

He still clings to the last glimmer of hope, wanting to break through the siege and fight his way out.

"As long as I can escape back to Nanzhong alive, even if everyone dies, I will still be the king of Nanzhong with my prestige......"

Meng Shu was constantly hypnotizing himself, constantly deceiving himself, and with a strong will to survive, he actually rushed out of a bloody path for him.

"Meng Huo dog thief, with my Yan Liang here, where are you going to escape!"

A thunderous shout shattered Meng Shu's hopes, and Yan Liang, the general of Hebei, roared like a black flowing wind, dragging the trail of blood mist behind him, as terrifying as Shura killing a god

Hebei Shuangxiong, the name of Yan Liangwen and ugliness, has long been famous all over the world, even if it is the border of South and Central, no one knows it.

As soon as Meng Shu heard Yan Liang's name, his heart was immediately shocked, and before he could fight, his fighting spirit was reduced by three points.

Just when he looked up, Yan Liang was already horizontal in front of him like an iron tower, and the war knife in his hand swept towards him with the power of destroying the world and destroying the world.

Meng had no way to avoid it, so he could only grit his teeth, wave the scimitar in his hand, and use all his strength to face it head-on.

Throat~~

There was a loud sound of the sky cracking and the flying sparks illuminating Meng Huo's terrifying and distorted face.

In an instant, Meng Shu only felt the violent force of Mount Tai collapse, surging on his body, shocking his tiger mouth cracked, the bones of his whole body were almost scattered, the muscles of his arms were about to break, the blood in his chest was tumbling, and the blood almost came out of his throat.

With just one blow, Meng Shu was injured internally and was almost shaken off his horse.

But Yan Liang stood like a mountain, and his breath did not have a trace of waves, and Meng Shu's knife was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, which did not affect him at all.

"Is this the strength of Hebei's No. 1 general, so much stronger than me......"

In an instant, Meng Shu's heart swelled with deep shock, and he was almost in despair.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized how arrogant he was, and he even wanted to steal the Central Plains and create a dynasty that belonged to the Nanzhong people.

Under Su Zhe's command, he is like a cloud, and he is not an opponent if he casually pulls out a big man.

Just with him, a frog at the bottom of the well, he actually wants to be the emperor of the Central Plains, which is really beyond his strength.

It's too late to regret.

Yan Liang's knife style was like a huge wave, slashing in an overwhelming manner, and the layers of knife shadows wrapped Meng Shu in the blink of an eye.

Killing the king of the Southern Barbarians, what a great credit this must be, how could Yan Liang miss it, as soon as he got started, he used all his strength.

Under the stormy roar, Meng Huo was forced to be at a loss, and flaws appeared frequently, and there was no trace of the barbarian king's momentum at all.

Ten tricks to go!

Yan Liang roared sharply, and the knife momentum was like flowing water, breaking through Meng Shu's knife momentum and blasting down

With a scream, Meng Huo's huge figure had risen into the air, spurting blood and falling off his horse, falling heavily to the ground.

Meng Shu, who landed on the ground, endured the severe pain, and wanted to grab the war knife that fell out of his hand and continue to fight with Yan Liang again.

At the moment when his hand just grabbed the handle of the knife, Yan Liang slashed it with a knife.

Burst~~

There was a dull sound of flesh and bone tearing, and Meng Shu's right hand was cut off in response.

"Ah~~"

The tragic howl like killing a pig sounded, and Meng Shu was so painful that he died, and rolled on the ground with his broken arm covered.

Yan Liang snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the greater credit for capturing you alive, Lao Tzu would have killed you directly!" ”

At this time, the battle on the battlefield was over, and the two thousand barbarians were killed.

Yan Liang ordered the soldiers, dragged Meng Shu to Su Zhe, and handed him over to Su Zhe for disposal.

When the first rays of morning sun rose, Meng Shu was thrown in front of Su Zhema, lying on the ground like a dead dog, in pain*.

Su Zhe admired Meng Huo's painful appearance, and said coldly: "Meng Huo, before you went against me, did you ever think that you would end up now?" ”

At this time, Meng Shu had recovered from the initial pain, stood up tremblingly, knelt on the ground, and looked up at Su Zhe who was high above.

At this moment, all his ambitions, all the pride of the king of the Southern Barbarians, were all gone.

He was so frightened that he only wanted to survive this life.

"The criminal minister Meng Shu, I am willing to surrender to Your Majesty, please Your Majesty give me a chance to reform and make meritorious contributions~~"

He propped his head on the ground, bowed to Su Zhe with great humility, and begged for mercy.

The once invincible king of the Southern Barbarians, now, he thought he was in a state of wagging his tail and begging for mercy, begging Su Zhe to spare his life.

Su Zhe admired Meng Huo's humble and ugly state, and his heart was extremely happy, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

That laughter was a wanton mockery of Meng Huo, a loser.

Meng Shu's heart was dripping blood, but he didn't dare to be displeased, he only kowtowed deeply, looking at Su Zhe's kindness.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Su Zhe stared at him deadly, and said sharply: "If I spare you today, those Great Wei people who were slaughtered by you and your barbarians, who will avenge their revenge!" ”

Meng Shu's body was shocked, and he squeaked, not knowing how to intercede again.

Su Zhe listened to his defense again, waved his hand and shouted: "Drag this guy away from me, I won't let him die so easily, I want him to pay the bloodiest price for what he did!" ”

The order was handed down, and as soon as Xu Chu waved his hand, several personal soldiers stepped forward and dragged Meng Shu away like a dead dog.

Su Zhe looked up and looked into the distance, and above the south gate of Nanguang City, an imperial flag with the word "Wei" had risen high, and it was extremely bright in the rising sun.

The city was breached, Meng was captured, and the 20,000 remaining barbarian troops were all wiped out, and the main force of the barbarian army was wiped out.

Nanban has been flattened!

A pleased smile appeared on Su Zhe's face, and he whipped his horse and walked into the city.