Looking calmly at the still tenacious figure below, Wang Meng gently raised his right hand.
Following Wang Meng's simple gesture, several generals who were good at shooting took out their bows and arrows one after another.
For a moment, a cold arrow flew towards Yang Jian from time to time.
However, Yang Jian had no idea what to do about it.
These people were on the high ground on both sides and could attack him without restraint, but his three-pointed two-edged sword would never be able to reach the opponent.
Others say that Yang Jian also has golden bows and silver bullets in his hands, but now that Yang Jian is under siege by Jin army soldiers, how can he have free hands to use golden bows and silver bullets against the enemy.
Although they were all top-notch archers, Yang Jian was bound to lose if he defended for a long time. A cold arrow pierced the horse under Yang Jian's crotch with a whoosh. The Yinhe horse neighed miserably, and his figure was unavoidable. Affected by the Yinhe horse, Yang Jian on the horse also did the same.
Just like this, two spears had already pierced Yang Jian's thighs.
"Stab! Stab!" From the surprised and ecstatic eyes of the two soldiers, these words seemed to be faintly heard.
A promotion to the third rank, a reward of a hundred catties, and a field of a hundred acres seemed to be within easy reach of them.
However, before they could really shout out, a bright sword light flashed through, and two heads with smiles on their faces had already risen into the sky.
"Keep going! He's gone!"
"Brothers! Keep going!"
Several soldiers hid in the crowd and shouted. Yang Jian's injury gave them real hope of killing Yang Jian, and it also cheered them up.
On the other side, Chen Qingzhi and the white-robed army were moved as they looked at the figure standing alone against thousands of enemies. Chen Qingzhi felt as if there was a burst of fire burning in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to rush to the front and fight side by side with him, even if he died, he would have no regrets.
However, the countless archers on both sides who were aiming at them were clearly telling Chen Qingzhi with their actions that he could not. If Chen Qingzhi makes any changes, I'm afraid his white-robed army will be doomed today.
What's more, Chen Qingzhi knew that from the moment he started to hesitate, his outcome was actually doomed. Not to mention that it was impossible for him to go back alive, even if he did go back alive, from the moment he started to hesitate, a giant thorn would be deeply pierced into Liu Che's heart.
Even during the war, if there were any problems, Liu Che might suppress them for the time being. But once the war is over, this thorn will definitely sting Liu Che, and everything will break out in the future.
The shouts of death and screams were still connected together as before!
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up like mountains!
On the mountain of corpses stood a mighty general wearing armor and a blood-red cloak. His cloak was not red, but it was dyed blood red with the blood of his enemies.
Although he was covered in bruises and even had a few arrows on his legs, he still held a flag with 'Han' written on it in his hand!
This is Liu Che's banner. Liu Che has always regarded himself as the Han Dynasty. Especially when the war between Jin and Shu started, he directly broke up with Luoyang and threatened that Emperor Xian had already become Li Xiang's puppet, and he, Liu Che, would be the one to shoulder the responsibility. The banner of the Han Dynasty punishes the rebels and protects Emperor Xian and regains control of the banner.
The Jin soldiers gathered around in fear, even though they knew that the man was at the end of his strength, they still did not dare to move forward.
"Up!" Li Cunxu, who received Wang Meng's signal from the high ground on both sides, shouted angrily.
Although the Jin army who died in Yang Jian's hands today definitely exceeded 500 people, so what, a mere 500 people were nothing compared to the size of the Jin army.
If 500 people cannot be killed, there are still 5,000 people. If 5,000 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still send out 50,000 people. If 50,000 people cannot be killed, the Jin army can still send out 500,000 people.
This Yang Jian will undoubtedly die today. In this world, if the Jin army wants someone to die, then he must not live. He can't be killed for the time being, but he will definitely not be able to escape in the future.
"Surrender! General!" Several Jin soldiers rushed forward and pressed their shields against Yang Jian. Although they were afraid, they said eagerly.
These soldiers were all prisoners of the Shu army. After being forcibly reorganized, they became cannon fodder for the Jin army, and were later treated as abandoned sons by Wang Meng who trapped the Shu army.
However, their fear of death and greed for fame and wealth made them join the team that besieged and killed Yang Jian.
However, Yang Jian's unyielding figure still touched them after all.
They are just ordinary soldiers. Before joining the army, they were just ordinary people who were miserable. They had no knowledge, and they did not know Yang Jian's helplessness. They only knew that with Yang Jian's ability, if he surrendered like they did, he would definitely be reused by the King of Jin. Then Yang Jian would still be the mighty General Yang Jian.
"kill!"
Yang Jian roared heroically. Although he was facing an attack by three thousand people, he was not afraid and had high fighting spirit. He was a living god of war!
"Although I, Yang Jian, am dead, I am still a general of Shu Han!"
Although he is at the end of his strength, although he is covered in wounds, he would rather die than surrender!
"Get out!" Yang Jian struggled to push away a shield that was against him, and threw the three-pointed, two-edged sword through it.
The sword edge bloomed from the waist, and in a flash of cold light, the remaining people fell sadly.
"Haha... I, Yang Jian, will fight to the death without surrender!"
Yang Jian held a sword in one hand and a flag in the other. Whether it was the strength or speed of the attack, it was unknown how much weaker it was than at the beginning.
At this moment, even if there was a blood feud in front of him, Xin Wenli had to sigh dejectedly, "General Yang is still the same General Yang!"
Feng Yi's eyes were a little more complicated. Feng Yi must have hated Yang Jian very much. Two of his brothers died at the hands of Yang Jian.
But for Yang Jian, Feng Yi respected him, respected his bravery, his unyielding, and his loyalty.
Perhaps, if there is a next life, if they are no longer hostile parties, Feng Yi may be willing to drink a pot of turbid wine with him.
"Okay, he is a hero, collect his bones and return them to the Shu army!" Wang Meng's voice sounded again.
It turned out that at some point, the battle below had ended. A spear pierced Yang Jian's chest, and the sword in Yang Jian's hand also pierced the opponent's throat with the last throw.
Although the man died and his soul was broken, Yang Jian still stood there stubbornly. In the palm of his right hand, the banner with the word "Han" stood like a pine tree like Yang Jian himself.
