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His generals died in battle one by one, and his soldiers fell one by one.

Liu Bei no longer felt indignation and pain, he seemed to have felt numb to defeat.

Liu Beijun only resisted decently for less than half an hour, and then the collapse of the whole line.

100,000 enemy troops were raging, dividing and encircling the 40,000 Guanzhong army, which had collapsed.

In order to strive for this last glory and merit, all the soldiers of Liu Fengjun were red-eyed, even those enemies who surrendered, they did not let go.

They are desperately harvesting heads, trying to add a new touch to this final battle.

After noon, the first line of Lantian was already a river of blood.

With the exception of a few sporadic resistances, the rest of the battlefield turned into a simple massacre.

Liu Bei originally planned to fight to the end, but after the battle, he was still timid, and under the escort of more than 300 horsemen, he retreated in the direction of Chang'an.

Fang escaped less than Lixu, but seeing that the dust was rising from the east, a cavalry came sideways from the flank.

The first general, with a silver gun and a white robe, and a divine horse under his crotch galloping like the wind, is the enemy commander Song Gong Liu Feng.

Since the start of the melee, Liu Feng's vision has never left where Liu Bei is.

Liu Feng knew Liu Bei's ability to escape, and he also knew very well that Liu Bei was like a kind of bacteria that was difficult to kill, and once he was allowed to escape, he would quickly breed a new force.

After killing for so many years, Liu Feng is indeed tired, in order to enjoy peace after this battle, Liu Feng will not let Liu Bei go again this time no matter what.

When he observed that Liu Bei abandoned the position of the Chinese army and hurriedly fled north, he led eight hundred personal guards and iron cavalry to detour up from the flank.

This raging iron horseman, like a sharp arrow, slashed towards the head of Liu Bei's team.

Liu Bei was shocked, and before he could give the order, more than a hundred horsemen changed direction and killed the enemy, trying to buy more time for Liu Bei's escape.

More than 100 horsemen were Liu Bei's last Danyang army, and they held the belief that they would die, and wanted to fight for the lord who had followed them for more than ten years for the last time.

It's just that there are only more than 100 people, how can they stop the general trend.

Liu Feng rode his horse like the wind, shouted violently, and the silver spear in his hand danced like layers of gun shadows, like a devastating and decaying body, ruthlessly cutting the enemy off the horse.

In the midst of one scream after another, in the fragmentation of limbs and the splashing of blood, Liu Feng tore through the enemy's obstruction alone, and the heavy gun in his hand dragged the blood-red trail towards Liu Bei.

Many years later, Liu Feng could finally deal with the biggest enemy with his own hands, and he had been waiting for a long time for this day.

Even if he has infinite scenery, even if he is in power, he still retains a depression in his heart.

This humiliation and depression was specially left by him to Liu Bei, in order to say it today.

Seeing the bloody, towering old enemy like the god of war coming to slaughter, Liu Bei only felt that the endless sense of oppression was surging, and the kind of deterrent power that surpassed everything actually made him feel extremely suffocated and afraid.

Almost at the moment before the spear stabbed, Liu Bei barely got rid of the suppressive force of that spirit, and instinctively pulled out the double-strand sword.

Qiang~~ With a crisp metal impact, the two-strand sword flew into the air, and Liu Bei himself, under the blow of the huge force, the whole person flew up from the horse and fell heavily to the ground.

"King!"

The remaining Liu Bei's personal guards, seeing that the king of Guanzhong had fallen from his horse, turned around one after another, wanting to turn around and rescue, but less than two hundred people were instantly drowned in the ensuing wave of enemy cavalry.

"Ahem—"

Liu Bei coughed up blood in his mouth, endured severe pain, and struggled to get up from the ground.

A huge shadow shrouded him, and when he looked up, Liu Feng was already in front of him like an iron tower, and his cold face showed a bit of joy and pride.

Since Liu Feng and Gan Ning joined forces to kill Zhang Fei last year, he has learned a lot from Zhang Fei's spear technique, and his martial arts have reached a new level.

He could have taken Liu Bei's surname in one move, but he didn't.

Wouldn't it be too cheap to kill that old enemy so easily, Liu Feng wanted to savor this pleasure that is difficult to describe in words as a winner.

"Liu Bei, you finally have a day to look up at me, how do you feel?" Liu Feng asked in a mocking tone.

Liu Bei, who was crawling on the ground, felt very uncomfortable, he struggled to get up, but he just straightened his legs, but Liu Feng knocked him the back with a heavy gun, his legs and feet were weak, and he immediately fell down again.

For so many years, Liu Bei has been wearing the dazzling hat of "Uncle Liu Huang" on his head, in the name of benevolence and righteousness, whether it is his friends or his enemies, they all respect him.

When did the dignified Uncle Liu Huang suffer such humiliation from such a red fruit, Liu Bei at this time only wished that there would be a crack in the ground, so that he could get into it.

"Liu Bei, tell me, what is the feeling of despair and humiliation when you are trampled under your feet and have no chance to turn over?"

Liu Feng knocked Liu Bei down again and again with a heavy gun, until Liu Bei was exhausted and no longer had the strength to get up.

Liu Bei lay on the ground, stared at Liu Feng angrily, and scolded breathlessly: "Liu Feng, you have won, but don't forget, I am the uncle of the Han Emperor, you treat me so rudely, spread it, aren't you afraid that the world will laugh at you?" ”

Liu Feng sneered: "In this war, the whole world will be mine." You have been a prince for so many years, haven't you yet figured out what it means to be a king and a loser? In the eyes of the world, you are just a pitiful loser, and the one who is ridiculed will only be you Liu Bei. ”

Either Caesar or nothing...... I see.

Knowing that this was the case, Liu Bei still couldn't help but scold: "Despicable, shameless!" ”

Liu Feng snorted disdainfully: "If you want to say despicable and shameless, isn't Liu Bang, the ancestor emperor of our Han Dynasty, even more of a shameless person, he is not shameless, how can he win the world of Xiang Yu!" ”

This sentence made Liu Bei speechless.

Liu Bei turned over and lay down on the ground, was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so sadly.

The laughter stopped suddenly, Liu Bei closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to kill or chop, you can dispose of it, why am I Liu Bei afraid of death." ”

Liu Feng shook his head and said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily, I want the world to see how atmospheric I am, and I also want you to watch me take away the world of your Liu family." ”

Liu Feng wanted to make him worse than dead, the hatred in Liu Bei's heart, he could hardly bear such humiliation, and suddenly he had the idea of committing suicide.

"If I want you to live, you must live. If you dare to make a decision on your own, your son Liu Chan, and your wife, I promise you that I will make them worse than dead! ”

Liu Feng sensed Liu Bei's thoughts, and in a cold tone, he threatened Liu Bei.

With such a threat, Liu Bei didn't even have the courage to commit suicide, he could only lie there, closing his eyes, and two lines of old tears quietly rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

A big victory announced the end of Liu Bei's group.

After the victory of Lantian in the first battle, Liu Feng ordered Wen Ping, Yan Yan and other generals to lead tens of thousands of troops to the west to pursue Ma Chao, and on the other hand, he led an army of 60,000 to carry Liu Bei Hao towards Chang'an City.

The news of Lantian's defeat soon spread back to Chang'an City, and it was not yet known whether Liu Bei was alive or dead at this time, but it was enough to make Chang'an City a mess.

Everyone knows that the next target of the enemy in Kwantung must be Chang'an, and the officials know that the general trend has gone, so they either flee secretly or plan to prepare to surrender, as for the people, they are afraid of being affected by the war, and countless families have fled from the city.

Zhuge Liang, who stayed in the town, sat like a statue for two hours when he heard the news.

All ideals and ambitions are scattered in the wind at this moment.

boasted of being far-sighted and boasted of being Wang Zuozhi's talent, but at this moment, Zhuge Liang knew that he would be unable to win the sky after all.

It's just that he suddenly felt that all this seemed to be supposed to happen, and in the dark, it seemed that God had played a joke with him, and with a pair of invisible hands, he gently flicked it in a link that he couldn't expect.

Then, all the trajectories changed the original direction, and in the end, it was completely beyond his control.

A day later, Liu Feng's army arrived in Chang'an City.

Despite the chaos in the hearts of the people, Zhuge Liang still stood up and commanded the few thousand remaining troops in the city to prepare for battle.

Zhuge Liang still holds on to the last glimmer of hope, as long as Liu Bei can come back alive, then it has not yet reached the moment when everything is over.

However, when Liu Feng appeared in front of Chang'an City with Liu Bei, who was tied up with five flowers, everyone's hopes, including Zhuge Liang, were shattered.

In the city, some people are lamenting and sighing, and some people are wailing and crying.

Liu Chan, who was the prince of the king, breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I can finally live a stable life......

Liu Chan's words really shocked Zhuge Liang's heart, and he once again looked at the prince around him who he thought was mediocre, and suddenly, Zhuge Liang seemed to have some kind of enlightenment.

Half an hour later, the gates of Chang'an City opened, and Zhuge Liang took Liu Chan and the hundred officials who stayed in Chang'an to silently go out of the city and surrender.

When Zhuge Liang saw the grizzled Liu Bei, he seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he finally swallowed it back.

With complicated emotions, Zhuge Liang led the hundred officials of Chang'an to bow down at Liu Feng's feet.

Liu Feng held his head high to accept everyone's bowing, and then he jumped off the horse and stepped forward to gently lift Zhuge Liang.

Looking at the Wolong in front of him, Liu Feng felt a lot of emotion in his heart, he suddenly thought about it, leaned closer, and whispered in his ear: "Kong Ming, if I tell you that I am a time-traveler from the next generation, will your current mood be better." ”

Zhuge Liang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Liu Feng with a blank expression.

Liu Feng looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around and got on his horse, leading his army towards Chang'an City.

(To be continued)