Han Camp.

In the imperial tent, Liu Bei, who had been tossing and turning for most of the night, finally felt a trace of sleepiness and began to fall asleep.

The Sword Pavilion was lost and forced to retreat to Hanzhong, and the heavy damage suffered in a short period of time made him physically and mentally in extreme anxiety, and naturally he couldn't sleep all night.

In his sleep, Liu Bei faintly heard the sound of shouting and killing, but he thought it was just a dream and was reluctant to wake up.

Hurried footsteps sounded, Zhuge Liang rushed up with a solemn face, and shouted: "Your Majesty, the enemy army is coming, please get up quickly!" ”

This shout suddenly woke Liu Bei up from his sleep, sat up, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What did the prime minister say just now, the Wei army is coming?" Liu Bei hurriedly sat up and got off the ground.

Zhuge Liang said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty should have heard the sound of killing outside, and the minister expected that the Su thief would use his whole army to storm my camp." ”

Liu Bei listened anxiously, and sure enough, he heard the sound of killing outside the tent, and it seemed that countless soldiers and horses were approaching.

Liu Bei's heart was shocked, his face instantly turned pale with fright, and he suddenly fell asleep, jumped up from the couch, hastily put on his clothes and armor, and rushed out with a double-strand sword.

When he rushed out of the tent, he couldn't help but gasp,

Along the front line of the camp in the south, outside the camp wall that stretched for hundreds of steps, there was already a fire, and the sound of killing like a tide shook Liu Bei's ears.

Such a momentum is not a full-scale offensive of the Wei army, what else can it be.

Fa Zheng also galloped over, and before the horse stopped, he shouted: "Your Majesty, the enemy army is attacking our battalion in three ways, Yun Chang, General Meng Qi, they are desperately resisting, but the number of enemy troops is too much, I am afraid they will not be able to stop it." ”

Liu Bei chuckled again, and said in a trembling voice: "How many days have we feinted to retreat all the way, and the Su thief has never dared to take the initiative to attack, why did he launch an attack today?" ”

Zhuge Liang sighed: "Su Zhe probably saw that the terrain from here to Yangping Pass was no longer suitable for setting up ambushes, so he dared to be unscrupulous and use all his troops to attack us." ”

Liu Bei's body was shocked, his fists couldn't help clenching, and he couldn't help but feel deep remorse in his heart.

He regretted that he should not hesitate, he knew that now, he should immediately withdraw to Yangping Pass, why should he still camp here, and Su Zhe saw the flaw.

"Your Majesty, abandon the camp and retreat to Yangping Pass, it's too late to withdraw now." Fa Zheng persuaded with a bitter face.

Liu Bei's brows were deeply locked, his pale face was uncertain, and he fell into a tangled hesitation again.

On the front line of the camp wall, the offensive of the Wei army has reached the point of madness.

In front of the main camp, Guan Yu was scolding 20,000 Han troops, making desperate resistance, and blocking the Wei army outside the camp wall.

Although the frontal attack of the Wei army was twice as large as the Han army, its fighting spirit was also superior to that of the Han army, and its attack power firmly prevailed.

But Guan Yu was not in vain, relying on a solid camp and commanding the defense with rich experience, the Wei army could not be broken for a while.

"Su thief, with me Guan Yu here, you don't want to break through my camp!"

Guan Yu, who stood proudly with a horizontal sword, looked at the Wei army rushing outside the camp and swore secretly.

At this moment, the more turbulent tide of Wei troops arrived, and the Wei army attacking head-on suddenly multiplied.

It was 100,000 Wei troops who also killed and joined the wave of impact, and for a time the offensive of the Wei army exploded.

"Zhao Lei, immediately lead the remaining three thousand soldiers to go immediately, and you must block Wei Gou for the general!" Guan Yu saw that the situation was not good, so he could only use the last reserves.

Zhao was tired of the order, and took the remaining 3,000 soldiers and horses to go up, scolded the Han soldiers, and desperately blocked the inside of the camp wall, intending to make a last stand.

To no avail.

I only heard a loud "boom", and the Han camp gate was knocked to the ground together with the camp walls nearly four zhang wide on both sides.

The camp gate is broken!

Deng Ai was overjoyed, pointed his gun at the enemy camp with the hole open, and shouted: "The camp gate has been broken, brothers, what are you waiting for, go to the enemy camp." ”

In the long whistle, Deng Ai took the lead, brandished the blood-stained silver spear in his hand, like lightning, and rushed into the Han camp.

Several Han soldiers who were blocking in front of him didn't have time to escape, and they didn't even have a chance to raise their weapons to resist, and a cold light had exploded in front of them.

Click!

The sound of shattering sounded, five bloody human heads flew into the air, and five headless corpses shook and fell to the ground.

The Han soldiers in front of them were all frightened and frightened, and they retreated step by step, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Don't say block, they have even missed the opportunity to escape.

Behind Deng Ai, Wei Yan led tens of thousands of Wei soldiers to pour into the broken enemy camp like a torrent of broken embankments, ruthlessly killing the panicked Han soldiers.

Hand up and knife down!

Hand up and knife down!

In the blink of an eye, countless Han soldiers were cut to the ground, and a terrible howl shook the sky, and blood stained the sky red.

The Han army, which had a nervous breakdown, was cut down to the ground in pieces like mustard, and it was simply vulnerable.

The entire Han barracks wall is also like a dam that bursts its embankment, and if it collapses at one point, the entire river dam will completely collapse.

With the loud bangs one after another, dozens of camp walls were knocked down one after another, and hundreds of thousands of Wei troops rushed into the enemy camp, ruthlessly drowning the panicked Han army in the blood-stained tide of soldiers.

"No retreat, no retreat!" Zhao Lei brandished a big gun and killed several retreating soldiers in a row, trying to force the defeat to be suppressed.

To no avail.

Under the pressure of the Wei army, the Han army in front of it had retreated on all fronts, and the camp wall was completely lost.

Deng Ai charged forward, and he didn't know how many heads he had taken from the silver gun in his hand, and in the blood mist, he suddenly saw Zhao Lei, who was hoarse and screaming.

Meritorious service is right in front of you.

Deng Ai's eyes widened, and he clamped the horse's belly, like killing a god, tore out a bloody path, and went straight to Zhao Lei.

Zhao Lei, who was forcibly suppressing the soldiers, suddenly sensed the murderous oppression, looked up, and saw Deng Ai rushing towards him like a blood-stained wind.

Zhao didn't have time to think about it, so he took a quick breath and raised his sword high, trying to resist.

In an instant, Deng Ai attacked, and the silver spear was filled with enough strength and attacked wildly.

Clang!

A metal hunting roar, splashing sparks, illuminated Zhao Lei's painful and terrifying face.

The surging force like a heavenly river bursting the embankment mercilessly hit his body, shaking his internal organs almost to pieces, blood broke through his throat and eyes, and his mouth immediately soaked with blood.

Deng Ai's blow was too strong, and Zhao Lei's martial arts were too weak, and when he spurted blood, his body rose into the air, like a kite with a broken string flying into the air.

He fell to the ground heavily, and before he could taste the pain, Deng Ai's war horse stepped directly over his face.

With a scream, the horse's hooves stepped directly on Zhao Lei's face, stomping his head into pieces like a watermelon.

With one blow, Deng Ai cut off Zhao Lei's cracked head, hung it on the saddle, rode his horse and waved his spear, and continued to kill the collapsed enemy.

Seeing that their own generals were easily beheaded, the soldiers of the Wei army were all greatly motivated, brandishing the weapons in their hands, and killing the Han army like crazy.

More than a dozen steps away, Guan Yu's bare face was already iron-blue, and a mouthful of steel teeth was almost crushed.

Seeing that the camp wall was broken through, watching the Wei army kill his soldiers, and seeing Deng Ai, a yellow-haired boy, kill the generals who had followed him for many years under his nose, Guan Yu was so sad and angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Deng Ai, I want you to die-"

Guan Yu, who was extremely sad and angry, roared to the sky, and rushed towards Deng Ai with a sword and a sword.