Three Kingdoms: The ghost plotter taught Liu Bei to seize Jingzhou first

Zhang Ren didn't have time to think, and almost instinctively raised the long sword in his hand.

Just when he couldn't raise his strength to the extreme, the two swords collided with each other.

"Hang!"

A loud bang.

It was as if the sky was falling and the ground was sinking.

A stream of blood splashed out, and Zhang Ren's body was accompanied by it.

Bang!

Zhang Ren fell heavily to the ground.

The long sword in his hand was shaken away.

I don't know how many tendons and bones in his internal organs were broken, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The first fierce general in Shu was defeated with just one sword.

"How is it possible?"

"I am Zhang Ren, whose martial arts are unparalleled in the world, but I was defeated by a young boy?"

"And I was defeated by him with just one move?"

Zhang Ren gnashed his teeth, his face twisted and deformed, as if he had encountered the most incredible thing about this person.

He is Zhang Ren.

The most powerful general in Shu, rarely seen in the world.

It would be fine if he was defeated by Guan Yu, a great general in the world.

But he was defeated by Guan Yu's son.

A young boy?

And defeated with just one move?

Even more tragically, he was directly knocked off his horse?

Shame!

Great shame!

Zhang Ren could not accept this cruel fact. The pain in his dignity was even more painful than the pain in his body.

"The so-called first general in Shu is nothing more than this."

"Zhang Ren, do you accept it?"

Guan Ping's bloody long sword was already hanging in front of Zhang Ren's eyes.

The sarcastic and domineering words trampled Zhang Ren's self-esteem under his feet.

"Why?"

"You are obviously leading the army to attack my North Camp, why are you here?"

Zhang Ren gritted his teeth and roared.

"It's okay to tell you. This is our Ma Youchang's plan."

"At this time, the troops attacking your North Camp are only my three thousand soldiers. It's just a show of strength."

"Ma Youchang is sure that you are afraid that the North Camp will fall, so you will lead the main force to rescue it."

"And if you want to save the North Camp, you must pass through Dingjun Mountain."

"I will lead the main force on the main peak, waiting for you to fall into the trap. I will attack you from a high position halfway and give you a fatal blow."

"Zhang Ren, do you understand why people lose now?"

Guan Ping sneered sarcastically, admiring Zhang Ren's hysteria.

Zhang Ren was shocked, and finally realized everything.

Ma Su!

Such a cunning and ingenious plan actually came from the hands of Ma Su?

Zhang Ren felt a tightness in his chest, and another mouthful of blood gushed out.

If this plan came from Deng Mu, he would have accepted it.

After all, that was Deng Mu, the world's number one strategist, with ingenious strategies and calculations.

Although being plotted against by Deng Mu was hateful, it was not shameful. (SeeFor exciting novels, go to Flylu Novel Network! )

But this plan came from Ma Su.

Another young boy?

That is to say.

He was fooled by Guan Ping and Ma Su, two young boys, like a clown.

Finally.

He ended up with a tragic defeat.

The first general in Shu suffered such humiliation, which was more painful than killing him.

"You two boys dare to fool me like this~~"

"I will kill you, I will kill you~~"

Zhang Ren gritted his teeth and tried desperately to get up and fight Guan Ping to the death to defend his dignity as the first general in Shu.

But Guan Ping did not give him a chance and chopped down the blood knife in his hand again.

“｀～Crack!”

Zhang Ren’s roar ended here.

The most famous general in Shu, his head fell to the ground.

Guan Ping lifted Zhang Ren’s head high in the air with the blade of his sword. []

The bloody head was imprinted in the eyes of the Wei army soldiers, and also ruthlessly shattered their remaining fighting spirit.

“Is General Zhang dead?”

“General Zhang was killed by that Han general in one move?”

“It’s over, we’re done.”

“Everyone, run away~~”

The screams of panic, one after another, resounded in front of the mountain.

The morale of the Wei army was completely broken, and they scattered like ants.

The Han soldiers were like tigers and wolves, ruthlessly crushing these lambs who had lost their fighting spirit.

In front of Dingjun Mountain, blood flowed like a river.

When the sky was bright.

The killing was finally over.

In front of Dingjun Mountain, corpses were everywhere.

Nearly 5,000 Wei soldiers were almost killed by the Han army.

Guan Ping threw Zhang Ren's head under his horse, raised his sword and shouted:

"Han soldiers, there are still merits waiting for you."

"Follow me and wipe out the Wei camp in one fell swoop!"

Guan Ping rode his horse and raised his sword, running south.

The 4,000 Han soldiers who were still determined to kill stepped on the corpses of the Wei soldiers, and with high morale, they rushed towards the enemy's southern camp. .