Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

"Your general is dead! Why don't you scatter and run for your lives!"

Jin Wu grabbed him, but Lan Jian was still alive. His thick blood hit the ground and the soil. His throat was heavy but he couldn't make any human sound, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

In addition, the bloody white wolf flag fluttered around Chi Ji's neck.

Where the Xianbei people dared to fight again, they scattered and fled.

boom! ~

After achieving his goal, Zhang Wu casually shook off the burden of the spear tip. Lan Jian's broken body fell heavily to the ground and was completely trampled to pulp by the horseshoes of the Wei cavalry rushing from behind.

A generation of famous Xianbei generals, after their death, ended up with a dead body, which was so miserable.

Also leaving with him was Murong's ambition.

This time Zhang Wu did not look back, and plunged into the heart of the Hu army's position.

There are too many things to consider when fighting alone, but now with these three thousand cavalry by your side, there are a lot less worries.

At the very least, the killing efficiency alone can be greatly improved.

The greatest advantages of cavalry are mobility and impact.

As an iron army that has experienced hundreds of battles, the Northern Expeditionary Army is brave and good at fighting.

In the past, when there was no brave leader, they could survive a hundred battles. What's more, now that Zhang Wu is in front and has cleared a path, they only have to deal with open and covert arrows from both wings, which is even easier.

A huge gap was quickly and violently torn open.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The lights in the tent were turned off, and the sun began to shine on the earth again. The nascent morning sun was so dazzling that people were blinded.

Murong Chui heard the shouts of death outside the tent and slowly stood up and pushed open the tent.

Slow down.

Sitting quietly all night made his neck stiff.

Looking around, the royal tents of the Xiongnu, Qiang, Jie, and Di people had already evacuated without a trace, leaving only the Xianbei tent in the Chinese army's tent.

No, the great nobles of Xianbei also evacuated.

The only thing left in place was his handsome tent, Murong Chui!

I have only been a great chanyu for one night, and now it’s time to wake up from my dream.

Murong chuckled.

Lan Jian died, and the Wei army came in. It is understandable that the birds and beasts scattered around.

But there is only such a large area in Qingshi Valley, the fire in Qingshi Mountain is not stopping, and there is only one exit from Yingkou, so what if we can survive for a while? Is it possible that I can survive for the rest of my life?

Tuoba Huang, a close confidant, stepped forward and said: "Da Shanyu, let's withdraw too. The Wei army is so fierce that it is hard to resist. The handsome tent is too eye-catching. If you stay here, you will definitely die."

"I am no longer a great Chanyu."

"King Wu Wu."

Murong Chui still shook his head: "Call me general, what about the King of Wu, the Great Chanyu, the Lord of the Great Yan? It's just a dream, and now it's time to wake up from the dream."

Tuoba Huang hammered his chest with his fist: "Please ask the general to evacuate. If you don't leave, it will be too late. The last general is willing to be the queen!"

Murong Chui raised his hands to face the rising sun: "Where are you going? This time I was not defeated by the king's thief, but by the destiny! The destiny is in Wei, not in Yan, how can it be changed by human power? Hahahaha !~"

The chaotic sound of horse hooves sounded.

A three-foot-long tiger came into view first. Its huge claws were bloody and its waist was so tight that it would be difficult for three people to hug it.

A cold voice followed: "Do you mean me by destiny? Murong Chui!"

Around the neck of the red horse is his white wolf flag. The general on the horse is dressed in black, and the ferocious big gun emits bursts of cold light that make people sway.

Behind them, the Northern Expeditionary Army lined up.

Murong Chui tried his best to keep his face calm, but the moment he saw Zhang Wu, his pupils still tightened unconsciously.

The impression this man left on him was too profound.

It was him who shattered all his dreams!

"You should be outside the Wei military system. Wei doesn't have brave generals like you. I have a question. The regimes in the Northern Wei and Southern Jin Dynasties are all Han people. If you think about it carefully, the Southern Jin Dynasty is the orthodox Han people. Why do brave generals help? Will Wei help Jin?"

Wang Meng laughed mockingly, rode out, and looked down at his old opponent: "Do you think this is a compliment? The martial arts of Wei and Jin are worthy of being evaluated by a rat like you!"

Murong Chui was stunned and looked straight at Zhang Wu.

He had never entered Yunxiao Pavilion in his life, and he had no idea what the person inside looked like.

But what if it is really Jinwu?

His last struggle became a joke. In front of Zhang Wu, he said that Sima Jin was orthodox? Did this great king of Wei and Jin give it to him for free?

But in this case, he said there was nothing wrong with losing to fate!

Since it was a certain death situation, Murong Chui had no reason to kneel to Wang Meng and beg for his life: "Wang Jinglue, don't be complacent. Without the help of this divine general, you will be the sinner who ruined the Cao family!"

"Really? If Yingkou is lost, I can completely let go of Liang, Bing, and Hetao. I will use all the strength of the country to go south to attack Sima Jin. I will wait until the south of the Yangtze River is stable and free to deal with you rats. How can I ruin the Cao family's country? Say? It’s just a price to pay.”

After Wang Meng was enlightened by Zhang Wu earlier, he became more open-minded.

Before, he was just too obsessed with perfection.

As the saying goes, something is lost and something is gained. Nothing more than that.

If the north is in chaos, then let it go. The Hu people's vitality has been damaged, but it's just a disease caused by delicate mustard.

At worst, some land will be released to hinder their pace, and Guanzhong Xiongguan will temporarily serve as their vanguard. When Sima Jin is destroyed, these barbarians will not be able to be rounded or flattened by him.

There is only one problem in this, and that is the suffering for the people of the two states.

But it was not up to Wang Meng to choose. It was nothing more than shouldering some debt of conscience and leaving some harsh infamy in the history of youth.

For the blood in his chest and the ambition of his family and country, Wang Meng can afford it!

"That's it, let's go back to the army." Zhang Wu turned his horse's head, pulled off the white wolf cavalry and threw it to the ground without looking at Murong Chui again.

Xishun immediately dismounted and climbed to the top of the commander's tent, took out the black dragon flag of the Wei Dynasty that had been prepared in advance, flattened it and hung it on the mast.

Wang Meng hurriedly rode up to catch up with Zhang Wu: "Historical records indicate that Jin Wu was good at drinking, but it is not what Jin Wu liked to drink. The Ministry of Education will go back first to prepare."

Zhang Wu's gentle voice prompted him: "Can you drink it in the army?"

"Of course you can't drink it, but today I can see my ancestors being honored, so how can I express my admiration if I don't drink it. It's just this one time, it won't be the same next time, hehehehe."

"Xinghua Bar. Well, I won't do it next time!"

"Okay, I'll ask the lieutenant to prepare!"

The knights held their foreheads as they watched Wang Meng gradually melt. Is this still the cavalry general they know so well, who is unsmiling, has the world in his mind, and has no plans left?

But look at the figure in front again.

At least Wang Meng had something to say that spoke to their hearts!

——'If you don't drink, how can you show admiration'

As for Murong Chui?

They fought bravely and penetrated forty miles into the hinterland of hundreds of thousands of troops. They showed fierce power and destroyed the enemy's courage.

To put it bluntly, it’s just to show off your power!

If it was just to kill a great chanyu of the wolf clan who had been abandoned by his subordinates, it would be too petty.

Anyway, Murong Chui is dead.

Wouldn't it be more interesting to leave him alive now and watch his tribe and ambitions fade away bit by bit, and eventually turn into dust?