Pan Meichen has a ferocious face. He has won many battles along the way, but as soon as Rong Changan came out of the mountain, he was defeated. It was spread that he lost to a woman, where is his face!
"Lin Hai, you are a cripple, and you deserve to teach me a lesson! Eat me!"
Speak with your mouth, keep with your hands. When the two knives collide, sparks are stirred up, when! It was like a thunderbolt fell in the night sky.
Lin Hai felt pain and numbness in his tiger's mouth, and Pu Dao almost fell to the ground. Pan Meichen is indeed a strong general, not only resourceful, but also brave, the strength of his arms is astonishing.
Pan Meichen has experienced on the battlefield for decades, and has long known how to tell whether a person is timid or brave from his face. The astonishment that flashed across Lin Hai's eyes showed that Lin Hai was already timid, and if he launched a fierce offensive at this moment, Lin Hai would definitely be defeated.
So, Pan Meichen grabbed the knife with both hands, swiped it a few times, slashed horizontally, vertically, and slantedly slashed. Lin Hai could only parry, but had no power to fight back.
"I told you that you are a cripple, but you still refuse to accept it!"
The corner of Pan Meichen's mouth curled into a smug grin, and he stabbed Lin Hai's throat with a knife. The blade is white, with a cold light, and the speed is as fast as a meteor flying to the moon.
Pan Meichen's big sword was in his eyes all over Lin Hai's tight and burgundy face.
when! Sparks bloomed in the dark night, and the panic reached its peak in Lin Hai's eyes. His hands were empty, the simple knife was like a rainbow, flew up from his hand, drew an arc, and then landed on the ground with a bang.
When he was holding a horizontal knife in front of him, trying to block Pan Meichen's big knife, Pan Meichen just lifted his simple knife upwards slightly, and his plain knife flew away.
When panic flashed across his eyes, the cold light of pride also flashed across Pan Meichen's eyes.
"go to hell!"
Pan Meichen cut off Lin Hai's head, and Lin Hai heard the grin of the big knife that was about to take his life.
when! Pan Meichen's broadsword did not fall, but was frozen in the air. He bit his lips tightly, and his veined hands showed that he was competing with others. It was like a tug of war, and his opponent was Rong Changan. A contest between soft and hard, a confrontation between soft swords and hard knives.
She was nothing more than a woman, but she possessed such profound inner strength, which was beyond Pan Meichen's expectation.
"Rong Chang'an!" Three words popped out from between Pan Meichen's clenched teeth.
"Pan Meichen, you are doomed today! Lin Hai, quickly pick up your simple knife and hack him to death on the horse!"
What Rong Changan said was not to scare people. Now Pan Meichen's big sword was entangled by Rong Changan's soft sword, and he couldn't free up to deal with Lin Hai. If Lin Hai picked up the simple knife at this time and slashed him from the back or the side, he could only sit and wait for death.
Pan Meichen's face was ashen, he dropped the sword, turned the horse's head, pinched the horse with both feet, the horse was hit by the spur, jumped up wildly, rattled and ran out of the battle ring, after a while, Pan Meichen disappeared.
Lin Hai had already picked up the simple knife, and said loudly: "Let him run away again!"
Rong Chang'an said: "Pan Meichen is old and cunning. If we want to decide the outcome in one battle, it is almost impossible to catch him all at once. Today's ten feet is just to suppress their morale, and it will also boost our morale."
Deep worry appeared on Rong Chang'an's face, "We have lost the northern and southern armies, and our strength is not as good as before. Now we are evenly matched with Pan Meichen. This war may be protracted."
Rong Chang'an and Lin Hai chased for hundreds of miles, drove Pan Meichen to the north of Jinghe River, and then stopped chasing. At the place where Song Qiang died in battle, Rong Chang'an sprinkled wine to pay homage.
"Song Qiang, I will definitely avenge your deep hatred. You can rest in peace under the Nine Springs! After I cut off Pan Meichen's leader, I will come here to pay homage. May your spirit in the sky bless us to win every battle, and bless us all!" The Kingdom of Jing will be safe forever!"
Wanghe kowtowed three times, Rong Changan burst into tears like rain, and the hot tears wet the white sackcloth.
Pan Meichen collected the remnants and defeated generals, returned to the north of Jinghe, counted the number of people, and there were more than 30,000 people. Only more than 10,000 people were lost in the first battle last night. Pan Meichen was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.
After setting up camp in the wilderness, Pan Meichen called the leaders to discuss military affairs.
A lieutenant general said: "Now that our army has dropped sharply, it is difficult to launch an offensive. It is better to expand our troops first, drill them skillfully, and then attack before it is too late."
Pan Meichen lost his treasured sword in the battle last night. It was a great shame. He punched the sand table with a bang, almost smashing the table.
"If you don't get rid of Rong Chang'an, I will have trouble sleeping and eating. Do you have any plans to relieve this king's worries?"
The leaders and deputy generals discussed for a while, and then one leader said: "Your Majesty, don't we have a secret operation in the capital? If this small operation can set up a countermeasure for us, we can take Rong Chang'an's military power, and we can't allow Chang'an in the army. We are as strong as a bamboo, and the grand plan of the king is just around the corner."
These leaders only knew that Pan Meichen had a spy in the capital, but they didn't know that this secret was Ziyan, the imperial concubine of the Great Jing Kingdom. Without a confidant, Pan Meichen would not reveal Ziyan's secret.
The leader's words woke up Pan Meichen. His eyes were no longer dark and gloomy, but emitted a bloodthirsty green light like a beast.
"You're right! There is a saying in the art of war, the generals attack the soldiers, and the generals attack the schemes. If we can separate Rong Chang'an and Yan Li, then we can take the capital without bloodshed!"
There was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth: "Go to the villages now and see which one has a strong man, and arrest the strong man. I want to gather 50,000 horses within ten days!" It is not enough to have people, there must be horses and food , "Whoever has food and horses, I will grab them all. Anyone who dares to disobey the king's order will be killed!"
"Obey!"
The leader walked out of the camp, took his people, and went to various villages to search for young men and horses for food. Children as young as thirteen and old people as old as fifty were all captured as soldiers; any family with chickens, ducks, horses and sheep, rice noodles, tea oil, all were confiscated and robbed. Those who dared to disobey their orders cut their necks with a knife, causing panic among the people nearby, and the whole area of Hebei was full of turmoil. The people who heard the news were afraid of being robbed and killed, so they crossed the south of the Jing River with their families.
Rong Changan was training soldiers and rehearsing the formation of the army that day, when Lin Hai suddenly pointed to the distance and cried out in surprise: "Queen, look, what is that?"
As far as the eye can see, above the Jinghe River, where the flow is relatively gentle, there are crowds and hustles, and the dark spots are all human heads. Some are carrying seventy-year-old mothers on their backs, some are holding babies in swaddling clothes, some are leading pigs, and some are pulling sheep. The livestock sounds of pigs, cattle, sheep and horses are mixed into a tear-jerking sad song.
Rong Changan had never seen such a migratory scene before, and his eyes were moist: "Lin Hai, take your soldiers and horses to the river to see what happened, and why did the people cross the river together."
Lin Hai picked up the plain knife, and with the sparrow-painted bow on his hips, he led five hundred people towards the bank of the Jing River.
The people suddenly saw the dust in front of them, and a group of people with guns and knives rolling in. They were frightened, and the children cried even harder.
"Daddy, is that the bad guy?"
"Mom, I'm afraid!"
"Grandpa, will they rob our family's cattle?"
Panic spread among the people.