Wei'er suddenly woke up to some words that she couldn't say at will, she naturally didn't want the other party to be arrogant, everyone with a position would be like this, and women would not be an exception.

"Oh, I'll go, okay?"

Wei Meng, who reacted, didn't ride a horse, so he staggered forward and didn't pull out the pig-killing knife at his waist.

The spear will take the lead is to see Wei Meng's majestic body was shocked, but the other party not only did not ride a horse and drape, but also did not even take a weapon, this is the battlefield is not a place for you to walk!

Without waiting for Wei Meng to enter the formation, he rushed over with a gun and a gun, and Han Guang's group of generals saw this goods walking up to fight, and it was also a cold sweat.

This is a gift, right?

Unexpectedly, when Wei Meng was about to be stabbed to death by a shot in the next second, and even the hideous smile of the opposing general could be seen, Wei Meng stepped forward and grabbed the spear with his bare hand and threw it away, even throwing the gun aside with him.

There was a piercing sound of bone cracking as the galloping horse crashed into him, and the horse shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had crashed directly into the mountain wall.

All the people who saw this scene were sour in their bones, and they watched quietly as half of the ponytail was swept aside by the man with a wave of his hand, and slowly turned around and stared at the enemy general, and did not chase and kill.

The fierce general was torn off and didn't hurt much, but now a carp stood up and stabbed with a spear, but when his abdomen hurt, he flew out of the clouds, how far he flew? It didn't matter to him who was gradually blurred, but the nearly 200,000 troops on both sides watched him fly out of sight.

A punch?

It was just a punch, and the whole audience could hear the pins dropping, which was beyond their cognition, and the opposing generals who reacted first after a while almost roared.

"Shoot that monster!"

The archer, who was already pulling the bow and waiting to let go, released the bowstring in his hand with his backhand, and a strange scene occurred, and everyone, including Han Guang, did not move, staring at the rain of arrows in the sky, shooting towards Wei Meng, who was slowly walking back.

The so-called land of one arrow means that the arrows of the two camps cannot be shot at the main camp, and it is not that the place of war cannot be covered.

The coach on the other side was also staring at the results of the rain of arrows with bloodshot eyes, and did not give any more orders, only to see countless arrows rain falling on the man in the middle.

Then, then it was bounced off.

Even the power that affects his pace does not exist, but Wei Meng is not ready to go back, how can there be any reason not to fight back after being beaten?

Reflexively pulled out the crystal red pig-killing knife at his waist, and walked towards the opponent's camp alone, still with that unhurried pace.

Han Guang finally came back to his senses, pulled out the sword at his waist and roared.

"Attack!"

The sergeants who woke up from the shock suddenly had red eyes, and they each shouted for their subordinates to rush away, and their morale was like a rainbow that could not express their excitement now.

The soldiers shouted and waved their weapons to cover up, everyone was like a dragon, as if the opposite side was not a strong enemy, but a shining military feat, a cluster of ** lambs, just waiting for them to harvest luckily!

The enemy coach is full of courage and gall, how can he still have the heart to resist the enemy? What kind of bullshit battle formation can stop this monster from hitting back and forth?

Mingjin retreated quickly, obviously the veteran of the battlefield retreated without collapse, and it was in good order, but the sergeant was already frightened in his heart, how could he stop the impact of Han Guang's morale?

As for Weimeng?

This guy looked at the soldiers around him who were more excited than him, rolled his eyes and took the pig-killing knife back to his waist, a chariot stopped beside him, his face was bloodshot with excitement, and he shouted loudly to him to get on the car with a slight trembling body.

"Stunned~~Meng! Hurry up, we will cover up with the army, and there will be no soup left!"

I don't know how she trembled in front of the fisherman's maiden, and now she suddenly changed so quickly, Wei Meng smiled and jumped into the chariot.

"Well, drive, brother!"

The sergeant who drove the car was called a duffle, that is, there was a cliff in front of him, and this bloodshot young man dared to drive the car forward, and after Wei Meng got into the car, he didn't have time to greet him, as for General Wei Meng's words, they had already disappeared in the chaotic sound of 'ghost screams'.

Shouting loudly, the two horses ran quickly, and the soldiers who rushed ahead automatically gave way to the car so that he could pass smoothly.

When passing by a young general who was fighting in front of him, the young general saw that Wei Meng did not have a long weapon and was not easy to attack on the chariot, and his eyes lit up. Whoops!

"General Wei, let me coil the dragon spear!"

Immediately threw out the spear in his hand, Wei Meng didn't look back to catch it, and swept away any obstacles in front of him with the tail of the gun, and the little soldier driving was suddenly overjoyed, regardless of the straight forward.

Ride into the enemy formation alone, like entering a no-man's land.

After a while, he caught up with the handsome car of the opponent who ran ahead, this little soldier just hit it directly, and a gun without a trace was very random to pick up a few generals who were blocking the road, and even the handsome car was beaten into powder, and the enemy coach who fell in it died unjustly in the car.

The enemy commander let the army kill, the orderly retreat completely turned into a one-sided pursuit, Wei Meng's frame rushed out dozens of zhang after killing the boss, and then stopped there, no one dared to approach half a minute, Wei Meng smiled.

"Why don't these people beat me? If they don't beat me, I can't beat them?"

Wei Wei'er, who changed into a white maid's outfit along the way, was now covered in blood, lying on the side of the car and vomiting for a while, almost not vomiting out her bitter gall.

Looking at it from a distance is not the same thing as being on the battlefield in person, the battlefield is already cruel, and Wei Meng is sweeping there with a long spear, how can he bear it with his strength?

The scene was too bloody, and several times she was going to faint was woken up by this broken car, if it wasn't for Wei Meng holding her belt all the time, I am afraid that she would not know where she fell, and she might have been trampled to death at the feet of the rebels.

If there is such an existence equivalent to a 'nuclear weapon' on the mortal battlefield, there will be no controversy about winning or losing, and if Wei Meng can recover his memory now, he will never do such an extremely boring thing for him.

It's a pity that fate is like this, it should be difficult for Han Qingguo, Han Guang's army is only the front line of Zhang Wuguo's East Route Army, that is to say, there are also middle and west roads, there is no suspense in this battle.

Han Guang is now sitting on the chariot rather than sitting on the clouds, and his words tremble a little excitedly, whether this is unprecedented or not, it seems in his memory, it is not important to him.

Han Guang kept moving his buttocks, always feeling unsteady, and said to the strategist beside him, "That's it?"

There was only a bone handle left in the hand of the strategist of the lupine scarf, and it was still shaking it unknowingly, and it took a long time to come back to his senses and say with a somewhat far-fetched face: "General Wei Meng alone can reach 100,000 elite soldiers, how can he not be defeated?"

Han Guang's car was not far from the vacancy point in Weimeng, and now the people left behind were all logistics handymen, and the swarms that could carry knives to kill the enemy came forward to chase and kill, who would give up such an opportunity to pick up the merits of the war in vain?