I saw that after the old man Ptolemy took off his bloated and useless coat, he finally had the appearance of a warrior. Wen Zhong also jumped off the horse as he wished, and after pulling out his long sword and pulling a sword flower, he slowly rushed towards Ptolemy.

Wen Zhong's speed was so slow, so slow that Ptolemy could almost feel that something was wrong. The more Wen Zhong was like this, the more cautious Ptolemy became, for fear that the ruthless man in front of him would do some tricks.

But it was so unremarkable that Wen Zhong slashed down with a sword, and Ptolemy raised his scimitar to hold the long sword. The movements are as slow as if two children were engaged in a farcical fight.

Ptolemy opened Wen Zhong's long sword and said with some annoyance: "Are you underestimating the old man? As he spoke, his backhand slashed at Wen Zhong.

As if he really couldn't withstand Ptolemy's strength, Wen Zhong took a few steps back in succession before he could stabilize his body, and raised his long sword to block Ptolemy's sword. Although Wen Zhong's face was pale, he still reluctantly squeezed out a smile: "I just remembered one thing, more than ten years ago, I seemed to have done the same. ”

Blocking the scimitar, Wen Zhong smashed into Ptolemy's heart with a punch, Ptolemy cried out in pain, and the flaw in his chest was kicked out by Wen Zhong. Wen Zhong stood there and let Ptolemy gasp on the ground for a long time, and said to himself: "I also wore a grimace helmet, but that was a night attack. On that occasion, I also captured an old man, who, like you, was the leader of a country, but was eventually cut off from the palm of his hand and taken away from the chaos. ”

Ptolemy recovered from the pain, he picked up the scimitar that had fallen to the ground, quietly grabbed a handful of sand with his left hand, and rushed at Wen Zhong and shouted: "I don't know what to say! ”

The scimitar slashed at Wen Zhong's waist, and Wen Zhong held his long sword to block the knife, but Ptolemy raised the sand in his left hand and threw it into Wen Zhong's eyes. At that moment, Wen Zhong's vision was blurred by the sand, and it was also at that moment that Ptolemy showed a trace of ferocity and agility that an old man should not have, and kicked Wen Zhong's knee, and the scimitar was lifted upward, and it was about to wipe Wen Zhong's throat!

In Ptolemy's vision, the man in front of him would be unable to help leaning forward because of the pain in his knees, and finally took the initiative to lean forward on his blade, which... It is the triumph of experience. But this time, he used ordinary experience to look at an unusual person. A hand firmly grasped the blade in front of him, Ptolemy's foot was like a kick on an iron plate, and the man in front of him did not move at all.

When Ptolemy came back to his senses in a dizziness, he had already found the man standing in front of him with his eyes closed, and his foot firmly on his chest. The blood on the man's left hand dripped to the ground from time to time, but the man's face didn't even have a little painful expression, but continued in an indifferent voice: "But one thing is the same, I did that thing back then because I was going to save someone. It's the same thing to do now, to save someone. ”

"You... What exactly is being said! Ptolemy's chest was stamped, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe, which made him speak as if he were choking.

Wen Zhong raised his long sword, shook his head flatly, and said, "I was just thinking that if he could see this one day, I think he would know what I was talking about." All the while, I just wanted to try to save him. Sorry, you don't understand, but it's time! ”

In Ptolemy's frightened eyes, the long sword in Wen Zhong's hand slowly fell...

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"What's going on?" Hal frowned and looked at the commotion ahead, the barbarian leader's two elite flank troops retreated to the wolf king's banner after more than half of the casualties, but before they approached the wolf's banner, they suddenly became chaotic on the spot, and many cavalry fled from both sides.

He suddenly realized something, and looked up at the wolf king banner in the distance, the hideous and terrifying wolf king banner... Poured!

With the sound of cheers and shouts from the distance, and the shouts of the cavalry, Hal finally confirmed one thing, the lord of the barbarians, Ptolemy, was dead!

"Let the soldiers shout loudly! Shout in the language of the barbarians! Ptolemy is dead! We've won! Hal impatiently passed the order, and soon the shouts of the Central Plains soldiers were heard on the frontal battlefield, and the barbarian soldiers who were still trying their best to resist the attack of the Central Plains soldiers looked to the rear in horror, only to find that the banner of the wolf king was no longer in place. I finally found the trace of the leader, but the banner of the wolf king fell!

The banner has fallen... It means that the big boss is dead!

In a short split second, the barbarians retreated. The soldiers of the Central Plains roared with joy, but they did not give up the pursuit, and grabbed the scattered barbarian soldiers to the death, like a hunting dog, constantly tearing apart and swallowing the barbarians!

With the first weapon being thrown on the ground, and even the second and third weapons being discarded on the ground, a large number of barbarian soldiers chose to surrender. At this time, the belated auxiliaries found that their boss Ptolemy had not only hit the streets, but even the corpse had been hung on the banner of the wolf king to defeat the morale of the remaining barbarian soldiers.

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Ptolemy, the old man, miscalculated, he once mocked the three sons of the Central Plains Emperor for throwing away the lives of hundreds of thousands of people as bargaining chips for the throne. But after he died, the powerful barbarians who had been gathered together because of his strength were torn apart without hesitation at this moment.

Everybody wants to be a big leader, they want to be as majestic as Ptolemy, but they're not strong enough. If you want to be strong, you can only absorb other tribes. After the news of Ptolemy's death spread, the barbarian cavalry that had not yet left the Central Plains did not hesitate to begin their respective annexations and conquests.

The weak can only seek refuge from the strong, and the strong continue to swallow up more and more disobedient tribes in order to be stronger. The law of the jungle in the desert is vividly embodied at this moment.

The barbarians' civil strife led to their slow retreat, and at the same time, more barbarian troops were lost in the land. These barbarian cavalry were finally cornered, and were soon surrounded and suppressed by the Central Plains soldiers who caught up. When all this came to an end, nearly half a month had passed in the script time.

The Central Plains side paid nearly 170,000 casualties and successfully drove the invading million barbarian army out of the land of Shangqiu. Millions of barbarians, nearly half of whom eventually remained on the land. Many of them died, but many more laid down their weapons and surrendered their freedom, allowing themselves to be imprisoned by what they once called the Central Plains Pig.

And the biggest contributor to all these feats is the third prince of the new dynasty king, and His Royal Highness Wu!

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