Silence, the entire battlefield became extremely quiet, and Meng Kun completely shocked everyone.
"Meng Kun... you..."
Zhu Qiao seemed to be unable to accept the scene in front of him, and gently brushed his face with his hand.
Only when he saw the milky white brain did he realize the reality.
"Meng Kun! You are so brave, how dare you kill my warrior of the Zhu Rong clan!"
Meng Kun simply ignored Zhu Qiao's anger and instead raised his mace high.
"The greatest of the Nanzhong barbarians is our Meng family. Anyone who dares to insult us should die!"
Meng Kun was so domineering that he not only defeated the arrogance of the Zhu Rong warriors, but also aroused a tsunami-like following from the Meng warriors.
"Ho! Roar! Roar!"
"The patriarch is domineering! He is worthy of being the king of Nanzhong!"
"Barbarian King! Barbarian King! Barbarian King!"
This fanatical shouting sounded so beautiful to Meng Kun's ears, and so harsh to Zhu Qiao's ears that even his hands were trembling.
Yong Zheng was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he didn't wake up until the Meng barbarians shouted and quickly walked to Zhu Qiao.
"Brother Zhu, calm down!"
Yong Zheng only said one sentence and immediately shut up. He saw infinite murderous intent in Zhu Qiao's eyes.
"..."
Zhu Qiao held two swords and glared at Meng Kun with a ferocious expression.
"Meng Kun, you must pay the price for the warrior who killed my Zhu Rong clan!"
Now that the crisis brought by Liu Zhang has been lifted, the barbarians are now able to tear themselves apart unscrupulously.
Meng Kun thought so, and Zhu Qiao also thought the same.
"The price? Haha, I want to see what price you can make me pay!"
Meng Kun gently swung the mace, and the blood stains on it kept dripping, which further stimulated Zhu Qiao's nerves.
"That's all covered with the blood of Zhu Rong's warriors! Meng Kun! Die!"
Zhu Qiao also figured out at this time that the barbarians only need one king! Maybe Meng Kun also had this idea, so he openly provoked himself here!
"I'm afraid you won't make it!"
Meng Kun learned from Yongzheng a few days ago about the combat prowess of Liu Zhang's generals, and learned that Zhao Yun, whom he defeated, was much stronger than Tai Shici, whom Zhu Qiao defeated, which also showed that his combat prowess was much higher than that of Zhu Qiao.
Now that we have this opportunity, if we can kill Zhu Qiao in one fell swoop, we can also take the opportunity to annex the Zhu Rong clan of Yizhou. Then the Meng clan will no longer be a luxury!
The two clan leaders fought fiercely, and the warriors they belonged to did not want to settle down anymore, especially when they saw the tempting property in the other's hands.
"Mencius warriors, kill these Zhurong dogs!"
"The warriors of the Zhu Rong clan, use the blood of these Mengshi dogs to pay homage to our warriors!"
In an instant, a melee of 30,000 people broke out on the battlefield. Both sides, regardless of their old friendship, were wielding weapons to attack the enemy's vital points.
The entire battlefield was filled with shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing. The barbarian soldiers on both sides were extremely brave and refused to give up until the other side was completely destroyed.
Yong Zheng had retreated to the outermost perimeter. He was completely stunned. The friendly forces who had been united in fighting just now had now become life-or-death enemies!
Fortunately, Liu Zhang ran away, otherwise how would he have survived?
"Hey, a barbarian is a barbarian, and there is no shortage of tricks!"
Yongzheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, trying to dominate Yizhou with this group of barbarians was simply a fool's errand!
"Father, it's better to wait until they both lose, and we..."
Yong Kai walked up to Yong Zheng, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, he gently slid his hand on his neck.
"this..."
Yongzheng's mind was racing. If he could keep all these 30,000 people here, he would have the opportunity to recruit the Meng family and the Zhu Rong family.
At that time, the barbarian soldiers became his part, and they were also a powerful help!
"Kaier, where are our soldiers, have they all arrived?"
"Father, don't worry, the soldiers are resting, waiting for the two idiots to finish fighting, and then they can swarm forward!"
Yong Zheng nodded slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. After being reminded by his son, he saw another unusual path.
Based on the current situation, both sides regard each other as mortal enemies and are very determined to never give up!
Yongzheng only needs to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. When the two of them are exhausted, they will be able to eradicate them in one fell swoop.
Everything was just right. After Yongzheng's 10,000 soldiers recovered their strength, the battle between the barbarians was about to be decided.
An hour of life and death struggle, the scene can only be described as tragic!
All kinds of severed limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere. The originally dry land is now a river of blood. From the 30,000 barbarians on both sides, there are now less than 10,000 left!
Most of these 10,000 people were seriously injured and lay on the ground wailing. A small number of them were slightly injured but still insisted on continuing to fight.
Meng Kun and Zhu Qiao had given up and kept their able-bodied soldiers behind them.
There is no winner in this battle.
"Zhu Qiao, I didn't expect that your martial arts skills have reached this level!"
Meng Kun was secretly shocked. He thought he could control Zhu Qiao at will, but he didn't expect that the other party was not as weak as Yong Zheng said. Instead, he made frequent killing moves, and he almost capsized in the gutter.
"Hmph! I didn't kill you this time, so you're lucky!"
Zhu Qiao was still reluctant, but his spirit was extremely tense. He also didn't expect Meng Kun to be so difficult to deal with.
"Zhu Qiao, why don't we forget it this time. After we go back, we will each have our own warriors, and then we will have a showdown! How about it?"
It seemed that Meng Kun had given in, but in fact Zhu Qiao had already had this intention in mind.
The total number of intact soldiers on both sides is only a few thousand, and they are even more exhausted now. If they don't give in, they will definitely decide whether to live or die today.
"Okay! After we go back, we will each gather our warriors. The winner will be the king of the Southern Barbarians in the future!"
Whether it is Zhu Qiao or Meng Kun, they are not sure that they can definitely win the opponent. Instead of doing this, it’s better to withdraw our troops for the time being, gather our strength when we get back, and decide the outcome before it’s too late!
The clan leaders of both sides have decided to give up, and their respective soldiers have given up their thoughts on fighting. The casualties today were too great. If a small tribe had such casualties, they would be in danger of being exterminated.
Meng Kun and Zhu Qiao temporarily stopped their troops and prepared to lead their warriors back to Dazhai, but something unexpected happened.
They were surrounded by water, and those surrounding them were Yongzheng's Han infantry!
"Brother Yong, what does this mean?"
Even now, Meng Kun doesn't dare to offend Yong Zheng too much.
If his own strength is damaged, he may rely more on the Yong family in the future. Moreover, he was surrounded by exhausted remnant soldiers who were absolutely unable to deal with the recuperating Han army.
Yong Zheng looked at the defeated barbarian soldiers on both sides, with a proud smile on his face.
"Two clan leaders, I didn't let you fight just now, but you didn't listen. Now that you have chosen to fight, how about we decide the winner?"
"Don't worry, you two. Whoever wins, I, the Yong family, are willing to fully support him to become the Barbarian King!"
