Lu Bu was defeated by Sanying and fled in defeat.

"Lu Bu, where to escape!" Huang Zhong roared, raised his sword, and chased after him.

The two generals, Xu Huang and Zhang Liao, also shook their spirits and chased after them.

At the head of the city, Su Zhe saw Lu Bu fleeing, sneered, waved his hand and shouted: "Kill the whole army, kill all the stubborn enemies, and kill my Su Zhe's majesty!" ”

When the order was laid, the horn sounded into the sky, and countless Soviet soldiers surged towards the enemy like tigers and wolves out of cages.

With the thousands of Lu troops who came with Lu Bu, their morale was already low, and now that Lu Bu fled, the army's morale collapsed and he fled with his head in his hands.

The Soviets slaughtered all the way, wantonly slaughtering, a long bloody road, extending east along the main street.

Zhang Liao killed all the way, and when he reached the crossroads, he suddenly killed a team of Lu troops from the south gate, but under the banner of the word "king".

It was Wang Ling who led 700 men and horses, followed behind Lu Bu, and wanted to help Lu Bu in the battle, but who expected that Lu Bu would be defeated and collide with the Soviet army that had been killed in a big way.

In the blink of an eye, the 700 enemy troops were crushed, rushed to the head of the rat, and fled.

"How so? Lu Bu was so vulnerable, and he was defeated like this? Wang Ling looked at the surging Soviet army, panicked, and the whole person fell into a state of stiffness and stunned.

Just when he was shocked and stunned, Zhang Liao rushed to kill him head-on, and recognized him at a glance.

"Wang Ling, Lu Bu has fled, your uncle and nephew are cornered, and they will not surrender!" Zhang Liao slapped his horse and killed, pointing at Wang Ling with the sword in his hand and shouting.

Wang Ling's body was shocked, and he suddenly came to his senses, and when he recognized Zhang Liao, he was shocked and angry in his heart.

"Damn, I didn't expect to bump into this traitor, I'm not his opponent, go for the ......"

Wang Ling secretly scolded in his heart, his cowardice had been lost, and he turned around and wanted to escape.

Late.

He was surrounded by crumbling soldiers, congested with each other, blocking his escape and his last hope.

Just when he turned around, before he had time to whip the horsewhip and speed up his escape, Zhang Liao had already killed from behind him like the wind.

"If you don't surrender, then die!" In the midst of the loud shouts, the war knife in Zhang Liao's hand slashed mercilessly.

Wang Ling turned his head to glance, only to see that the bright sword had stopped his waist and fought, and in an instant, his eyes were almost bursting out, and he was so panicked that he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife to block back.

"Ah~~"

A terrible howl sounded, and Wang Ling was cut in two by the waist, and the two pieces of his body were sprayed with blood, and he fell from his horse.

Wang Ling was killed.

Zhang Liao, who killed the enemy, slapped his horse and danced his sword, stepped on Wang Ling's corpse, and killed towards the West Gate.

Above the head of the city at the west gate.

Wang Yunzheng stood there, messy in the wind, looking in the direction of the south gate, hoping that Lu Bu would be able to turn the tide with his immortal courage and drive the Soviet army out of Puyang City.

The day dawned, the rising sun reflected on Wang Yun's desolate body, and a morning light blew from behind, Wang Yun shivered and shivered.

The morning light illuminated the blood-stained Puyang City, and also illuminated the situation on the street ahead.

Wang Yun clearly saw that countless Soviet soldiers, like tigers and wolves, were surging along the street towards the east gate where he was.

Wang Yun's heart chuckled, and endless sadness swelled up in an instant.

He knew that Lu Bu was defeated and everything was over.

Looking at the approaching Soviet army in front of him, Wang Yun looked up at the sky, and all kinds of past things came to mind one by one.

He remembered how he carefully laid out the city of Chang'an and designed a plan to kill Dong Zhuo.

He originally wanted to rely on Dong's miraculous skills to become a minister of Zhongxing in the Han Dynasty, replacing Dong Zhuo to control the government, and one person under ten thousand people.

It's a pity that the overall situation he carefully designed was easily destroyed by Su Zhe, an inexplicable anomaly.

Then, he thought that the Son of Heaven would follow him and escape, but he didn't expect that the Son of Heaven was lured to Nanyang by Su Zhe.

And now, he easily followed Lu Bu to capture Yanzhou, thinking that he could use Yanzhou as a base to recapture the Son of Heaven, destroy Su Zhe's stinky boy, and let him Kuang support the plan of the Han Sheji to return to his control.

Who would have expected that they would be defeated by Su Zhe again and again, until today they were reduced to the point where the last city was breached, and he Wang Yun was about to be cornered.

"God, you have no eyes, why do you want to help Su Zhe's traitor again and again, why!"

Wang Yunyang asked the sky, extremely sad and indignant.

In response to him, it was the earth-shattering killing sound of the Soviet army.

In the blink of an eye, the Soviet army had swept in and killed the south gate, and the remaining more than 1,000 soldiers were either scattered in a hurry, or surrendered on the ground, and did not dare to resist at all.

Wang Yun knew that there was no way to escape, so he simply didn't do anything, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, pretending to be a dead man.

After a while, the Soviet soldiers went to the city, and when they saw Wang Yun like this, they were all puzzled, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Liao also took his knife to the city, glanced at Wang Yun, and shouted: "Wang Yun, what kind of god are you pretending to be, Lu Bu has abandoned you and fled, and now you have no way out except to surrender to the general." ”

Wang Yun didn't open his eyes, but said coldly: "You are a traitor, you are not worthy of talking to the old man, ask Su Zhen to come to see me." ”

Zhang Liao frowned, clenched his sword, and moved to kill on the spot.

He thought about it again, Wang Yunnai was a famous man in the world, and he was also a big Han Situ, with such a status, he could kill him casually.

So Zhang Liao forcibly suppressed his annoyance and sent someone to report to Su Zhe.

So, Wang Yun crossed his knees and closed his eyes, sat in the corpses everywhere, and waited for Su Zhe to arrive.

The Soviet soldiers surrounded by the left and right, with bloody eyes, stared at Wang Yun deadly, as if they couldn't wait to tear Wang Yun apart.

A moment later, the sound of horses' hooves sounded under the city, and soon, Su Zhe calmly ascended to the south gate.

Seeing Wang Yun's appearance, the corners of Su Zhe's mouth raised a touch of sarcasm, and he sneered: "Wang Situ, farewell to Chang'an, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, we are really fateful." ”

Hearing his familiar voice, Wang Yun's body shook slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze was directly at Su Zhe.

The disgusted face that had awakened him with rage so many times in his dreams that he had finally stood in front of him again.

Still standing in front of him with the attitude of a victor.

In an instant, the anger accumulated in Wang Yun's heart erupted like a volcano, and for a moment, there was an urge to rush forward and strangle Su Zhe to death.

In the next second, he took a deep breath, forcibly held back the anger that rushed to his brain, and did not make a stupid move.

He took a deep breath, pretended to stand up calmly, with a righteous and awe-inspiring momentum, raised his hand and pointed at Su Zhe, and shouted sharply: "Su Zhe, you ruined my plan to kill Dong Zhuo, and held the Son of Heaven hostage, and disrupted the court, aren't you afraid of being wrathed by people and gods and being spurned by the people of the world!" ”

Su Zhe knew that he wanted to see himself, but he just wanted to stand on the moral high ground and reprimand him righteously.

Su Zhe was not angry, but sneered: "Wang Yun, why are you doing this, if I didn't sabotage your plan to punish Dong, then the person who is now holding the Son of Heaven hostage and disrupting the dynasty is not you Wang Yun, I just did what you want to do for you, what's the fuss." ”

"You-" Wang Yun seemed to be poked in his heart, and his face turned red for a moment.

In the next second, his expression became more righteous and awe-inspiring, and he said generously: "You don't want to spew blood, I, Wang Yun, want to assist the Son of Heaven, Kuang Fu Han Family, I want to be a loyal and virtuous minister, how can I be like you, the wolf is ambitious, coercing the Son of Heaven, and learning from Dong Zhuo to be a chaotic minister and thief!" ”

"Assist the Son of Heaven, support the Han family, and be loyal to the virtuous minister, hum, Wang Yun, you touch your conscience, you praise yourself like this, don't you blush and your heart doesn't beat?" Su Zhe snorted sarcastically.

Wang Yun's face changed, and Su Zhe's face was even more red, and his chest rose and fell violently, and his blood was churning.

Su Zhe didn't give him a chance to defend himself, and said coldly: "Wang Yun, you and I are both understanding people, in front of me, you don't have to pretend, you keep saying that you want to be a loyal minister, but you collude with Lu Bu, a three-surnamed domestic slave, disloyal and unrighteous people, and act as a traitor, do you think that everyone in the world is blind, will you believe that you really want to be a loyal minister of the Han family." ”

"Woo~~"

Wang Yun was so angry that he opened his mouth and spurted a stream of blood.