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

"It's so stupid, it's just courting death!"

Tan Dao stared at Zhang Pan angrily, cursed, and quickly turned his horse's head and galloped away.

The 7,000 pseudo-Chen soldiers also came back to their senses from the shock, and fled in all directions like a flock of frightened birds, rushing in the direction they came from.

However, it was too late.

The elite cavalry of the Han army rushed forward like thunder, and they were like countless sharp blades, tearing the 7,000 enemy troops into pieces and causing them to collapse completely.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of infantry also rushed in, dividing and surrounding the enemy, and slaughtering them wantonly.

In an instant, the blood flow gathered into a river, the sound of wailing came one after another, and the blood mist quickly spread, dyeing the night sky red.

At the same time, Zhang Pan was still fighting a desperate battle with Wen Tong.

Zhang Pan's 677 martial arts is only slightly better than Jiang Qing's. How can he be Wen Tong's opponent?

Within ten moves, Zhang Pan was forced into a panic by Wen Tong, with many flaws.

"Zhang Pan, at this point, you are still stubborn and unwilling to surrender? Do you have to knock you off your horse with my own hands?"

While attacking fiercely, Wen Tong thought of the friendship of old colleagues and hoped to give Zhang Pan a decent chance to surrender.

But Zhang Pan did not appreciate it at all. He gritted his teeth and cursed:

"You traitor Wen Tong, I swear to kill you, I must kill you!"

Zhang Pan's ignorance finally angered Wen Tong completely.

There was no sympathy in Wen Tong's eyes, only a fierce murderous intent.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude!"

Wen Tong roared, the veins on his arms bulged, and his strength suddenly increased.

His knife skills were as violent as thunder, and his power increased dramatically.

The overwhelming blades twisted towards Zhang Pan like a meat grinder.

Puff!

The sound of flesh tearing rang out one after another.

Wen Tong's arms, shoulders and thighs were cut into several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, causing his face to twist and deform in pain.

Suddenly, Wen Tong let out a long howl.

The dazzling knife shadows fell as fast as lightning.

Dang!

A sharp metal collision sounded.

The sword in Zhang Pan's hand was shaken up into the air and flew ten steps away.

Then, Zhang Pan's huge body also flew up into the air, and flew backwards with a scream, and fell heavily off the horse.

When he landed, his chest happened to hit a huge rock.

There was only a crackling sound of bones breaking, and I don't know how many ribs were broken.

Zhang Pan let out a terrible howl, lay on the ground and vomited blood, and could no longer get up.

Wen Tong stopped his horse in front of Zhang Pan, and the bloody blade hung in front of him. However, his eyes looked at Deng Mu, waiting for thisThe Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty gave the order.

Whether to kill or capture, it all depends on Deng Mu's decision.

Under the protection of Xu Chu, Deng Mu rode his horse slowly to Zhang Pan.

He shouted coldly:

"Zhang Pan, I will give you one last chance because you are also a bit brave.

Surrender or not?"

"Pooh!"

Zhang Pan spat out a mouthful of blood at Deng Mu's horse hoof, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

He spat out blood and cursed: "Deng, who do you think you are! My Lord is the true Lord of Destiny.

How could I, Zhang Pan, surrender to a traitor like you? You can dream on!"

Deng Mu frowned and turned his gaze to Wen Tong:

"Did you say before that this Zhang Pan is a die-hard fan of Chen Ba?"

Wen Tong nodded and said: "Indeed. This person has followed Chen Ba for a long time and can be regarded as his confidant."

"Since he is a confidant, then it is impossible to persuade him to surrender?" (To read the violent novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

Deng Mu's eyes were already flashing with strong murderous intent.

Wen Tong sighed secretly and nodded again helplessly.

Deng Mu then raised his whip and said coldly:

"Since he is a diehard of Chen Ba and cannot be persuaded to surrender, what's the point of keeping him? Kill him."

After that, Deng Mu disdained to talk to Zhang Pan any more, turned his horse past his broken body and continued to move forward.

Wen Tong looked down at Zhang Pan lying on the ground and sighed regretfully:

"The Prime Minister, as a humble man, assisted the Emperor of the Han Dynasty to create today's foundation. Xiao He was no better than that back then.

How can Chen Ba be compared with the Prime Minister? Zhang Pan, Zhang Pan, your blindness eventually killed you."

After saying this, Wen Tong no longer had any mercy.

He took a deep breath and slashed down with the long knife in his hand.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Pan's head fell to the ground.

Wen Tong cut off his head and hung it on his horse's back, then rode his horse and brandished his sword to continue killing the defeated pseudo-Chen army. .