"Haha, willing to accompany!" Qian Mo laughed, rode his horse and rushed forward again, and Mo Qianxun shouted behind him, "General Qian, don't hurt General Han." ”

"Don't worry, I can't bear to kill him." Qian Mo arched his hand back, swung the hammer and pounced on Han Zikui, two black lights, one left and one right, wrapped towards Han Zikui.

Han Zikui raised his iron whip, and a black dragon went out to sea, winding around one of Qian Mo's hammers, and at the same time jumped up from his horse, dodging the attack of the other hammer.

"Good skills!" Qian Mo praised it, and as soon as the hammer closed inward, he wanted to clamp Han Zikui's iron whip, but with a burst of fireworks, Han Zikui's iron whip brushed the hammer and pulled it out of the gap, and then snapped and hit Qian Mo's empty left side.

Qian Mo immediately turned sideways on the horse, and the two iron hammers turned around in an instant, put on a chic posture, and instantly met Han Zikui's iron whip.

Han Zikui couldn't hit it, and immediately launched the most powerful offensive, the whip sound was endless, and the whip shadow swept towards Qian Mo.

Qian Mo let out a loud roar, and the two sledgehammers turned into two spinning tops in an instant, shattering all these whip shadows into invisible.

"Haha, happy!" Han Zikui was interested, and used all his strength, and the iron whip circled again, forming a flashing black channel, and his whole person jumped up from the horse, shuttled through the iron whip, and rushed straight to Qian Mo. Flying in front of him, Han Zikui suddenly twisted the handle, and inside it turned out to be a sharp knife, which quickly stabbed at Qian Mo.

There is stillness in the movement, and there is reality in the void, which is Han Zikui's original killer move, but it is not completely without flaws, such as a general like Qian Mo, if he can distinguish the truth from the void and assassinate him, then Han Zikui is equivalent to being a cocoon and binding himself in the iron whip, and he will definitely die.

Qian Mo did not fight hard, but chose to move more than ten zhang on the spot, avoiding Han Zikui's killer move. Han Zikui snorted coldly, fell back on his horse, and swept the iron whip and rushed towards Qian Mo.

"Han Zikui is really a fierce general, if he rushes to the death, we may not be able to stop him." Mo Qianxun said.

"Then take it all together!" Wang Baoyu said in a big way.

"The previous move has proved that this person has the heart of submission, and at this moment he is fighting with General Qian, afraid that he will only die on the battlefield to relieve his feelings." Mo Qianxun said.

"Hehe, Lao Qian knows that he won't kill him." Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

In the blink of an eye, Qian Mo and Han Zikui have already passed hundreds of moves, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, which is also Qian Mo's mercy and refusal to make a killing move, otherwise, Han Zikui is only afraid that he will fall on the spot.

"If you are more humble, Hugh blames Han's subordinates for being ruthless!" Han Zikui also saw the clue and shouted loudly.

"Just do what you can!" Qian Mo didn't care at all, he still made a move to Han Zikui, and he didn't use all his efforts.

Han Zikui's eyes were red, and he jumped up again, and the iron whip in his hand danced a few strange lights and shadows, sweeping towards Qian Mo's neck.

Qian Mo lowered his head suddenly, and his whole body suddenly rushed forward, and two big hammers smashed towards Han Zikui's war horse in unison.

Before Han Zikui's iron whip could be withdrawn, the war horse had already let out a miserable neigh, and the horse's head was beaten to pieces.

Han Zikui fell off his horse in response, his eyes were full of incredulity, Qian Mo laughed loudly, collected the hammer, and returned to the formation in a big way.

Good! The Jingzhou soldiers let out a burst of cheers, and the South Vietnamese soldiers also enjoyed watching it, but they just applauded secretly in their hearts.

Han Zikui was stunned for a long time, neither the strength nor the strength of the general himself was inferior to his opponent, and finally put down the iron whip, turned around and picked up Wu Meng's corpse, and strode to Wang Baoyu's formation.

Wu Fan hurriedly went over and took his brother's body, howling and crying, unable to restrain himself, and everyone hurriedly persuaded him to take him aside.

Han Zikui came to Wang Baoyu's Wind Tiger and knelt down, arched his hands upward, twisted his head to the side, and did not speak.

Mo Qianxun knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "General Han, Wu Chen and his family have been properly resettled, and they have not been hurt in the slightest, which shows the benevolence of King Hanxing." ”

Hearing Mo Qianxun's words, Han Zikui lowered his head and said: "The last general has no eyes, mistakes with thieves, it is not a pity to die, let the king fall, and there will be no complaints." ”

"You can understand the righteousness and avoid a war, and you have a lot of credit, and you will follow me in the future, are you willing?" Wang Baoyu said.

"The last general is willing to obey." Han Zikui was convinced, although he didn't quite understand the weight of this mixed word.

"Get up! Obey orders with the army. Wang Baoyu nodded and said, let Han Zikui's iron whip be picked up, immediately reward him with a first-class war horse, and instructed that if anyone dares to discuss the rights and wrongs of General Han again, he will be severely punished.

Han Zikui was grateful, and immediately let the 40,000 troops behind him surrender, the South Vietnamese soldiers had long known that they could not defeat the Jingzhou soldiers at all, and when they heard this, they all surrendered with excitement.

Subsequently, the army entered the city of Panyu smoothly, so that the scale of Wang Baoyu's troops has reached 170,000, and if you add the soldiers and horses from all over Cangwu, it will exceed 180,000.

In order to appease the people in the city, Mo Qianxun concocted it in the same way, opened a warehouse to release grain, and pardoned the prisoners.

The common people don't care who is the king and hegemon, as long as it is beneficial to them, they will fully support it.

Considering that Wu Meng had killed Ling Ruoxi's mother and betrayed his father and proclaimed himself king, Mo Qianxun did not agree to bury him, but just erected a tombstone and buried it outside Panyu City.

Although Wu Fan is Mo Qianxun's eldest brother, he doesn't dare to raise objections, after all, everyone is dead. Wu Chen still privately chose a good coffin for his younger brother, and put all the valuables he wore with him in it, which was regarded as a funeral. On the day of the burial, it was inevitable that there would be another bitter cry.

Zhao Fan was buried directly below Wu Meng, the low grave was his life's destination, and the burial location was also to curse him to be a slave and a servant for Wu Meng for the rest of his life.

Wang Baoyu obeyed Mo Qianxun's Jianyi and exiled Zhao Fan's family to the wild land of Wuxi. At this point, the war to conquer South Vietnam can come to an end, but it still cannot be regarded as a complete victory.

The place where Panyu is located belongs to Minyue, and there are two places that have not been surrendered, which is the two largest ethnic groups in Nanyue, Yunyue and Yelang.

Yunnan Yue has 40,000 soldiers, Yelang has 30,000 soldiers, respectively entrenched in Jiaozhou's Yulin and Zhuya.

If you want to completely conquer a place, it is necessary to transform the local culture, the name Panyu has a strong national and regional character, Mo Qianxun solemnly proposed to build yì, first change the name of the city.

"Baoyu has to call these things." Mo Qianxun said with a smile, naming is Wang Baoyu's strength, and there are often surprising words.