C3 Intercept(2)

Not long after, Zhao Lin entered the barracks and met Meng Zongzheng and Hu Zaixing.

Due to the recent lack of wind, it was rumored that the Jin Army would cross the river to attack the Song Dynasty. Thus, the two generals Meng Jue and Meng Jue would gather together to discuss a plan to defeat the enemy.

After hearing Zhao Lin's report, Meng Chong and the other generals simultaneously stood up.

"Since Lord Zhao has ordered our troops to move out and send Fann Kuaiming back to Song, we must act immediately!"

Meng Zongzheng's eyes were like torches as he caressed his mustache with his right hand. His tone was resolute, showing the demeanor of a general.

When Hu Zaixing heard this, he nodded.

Zhao Lin laughed, "The two generals are very understanding, so let's move quickly, hur hur."

Meng Zongzheng waved his hand and said, "Captain Zhao, military matters are urgent. I won't keep you here anymore." "After I fetch Fann Kuaiming back, I will invite you to the Xiangyang Hotel to drink!"

Hu Zaixing was amused by Meng Zongzheng, and interjected, "At that time, the three of us will compete for alcohol, and that will be enough to stir up Xiangyang City, hahaha!"

Zhao Lin smiled. His tone was calm and emotionless. In order to work on the Song Dynasty's secret front, one must always maintain a calm mind and not be easily moved. At this moment, he could only say two words:

"Let's talk about it later."

In the southern suburbs of Dunzhou, the setting sun was blood-red.

The hills rose and fell like the waves of the sea in the distance, and the high peaks of the main mountain were dozens of times higher than the surrounding mountains, like the great wheels of the sea riding on the waves, coming from far away.

Five or six men dressed as merchants dashed along the small road that led to Xiangyang.

These customers were Fann Kuaiming's group.

Hurriedly leaving Bianjing, Fann Kuaiming only brought out thirty to forty trusted followers. The financial backer, Warrick, was furious. He ordered General Martial Immortal to send troops to kill him and ensure that Fann Kuaiming's head was taken back.

This time, Martial Immortal was anxious. He issued a death order and sent a thousand elite soldiers, led by Wu Tianxi and Deng Ming Er, to pursue Fann Kuaiming day and night. They must kill him.

Since it wasn't Dunzhou yet, Fann Kuaiming and the rest were tired, so they could only abandon their war horses and head towards Xiangyang on their way.

Wu Tianxi and Deng Ming were indeed powerful. They were like dogs that had caught the scent of meat, catching up to most of Fann Kuaiming's followers and killing them cleanly!

Right now, Fann Kuaiming's group who ran the fastest was almost caught up to by the Jin Army.

The situation was critical!

"Fann Kuaiming, you betrayed Great Jin, and today is the day you die. Let's see where you can go!"

Wu Tianxi shouted as he chased.

One of his followers panted and said, "General Fan, the Jin Army is only one arrow away from this place. This time, we are all finished."

"Woo woo …"

Fann Kuaiming turned his head to see a group of Jin Army rushing towards them like a black cloud!

"Ah, Great Soong State, our home country. We will provide information anyway, so that the Song Dynasty can eliminate the main force of the Jin State." "The heavens are not helping me. Now, the only thing I can do is fight to the death for my home country!"

Fann Kuaiming said as he unsheathed his broken golden sword, staring angrily at the approaching Jin State Steel Cavalry.

The followers began to show their skills for the final fight!

Wu Tianxi's face darkened. "Who took care of this group of Great Jin traitors for me?"

"This lowly general is willing to go!"

Deng Ming took the lead and brandished his mace straight at Fann Kuaiming.

Dozens of cavalrymen followed Deng Ming and charged forward.

"Kill!"

Fann Kuaiming roared, the broken golden sword flew up and down, cutting down half a dozen Jin Army, and even captured a war horse, fighting to his heart's content with Deng Ming.

The two swords clashed back and forth. After a dozen or so rounds, they were unable to determine the victor.

Relying on his numbers, Jin Army killed all of Fann Kuaiming's followers.

Fann Kuaiming did not dare to keep fighting. He swung his sword and kicked his horse as he ran.

"Hand over your life!"

Deng Ming pursued him relentlessly.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Fann Kuaiming suddenly raised his hand and shot flying stones one by one.

AHH!" "AHH!" "Ah!

Accompanied by numerous miserable cries, the Jin State Knights were beaten black and blue, some of them falling off their horses.

Deng Ming was furious and shouted, "Fann Kuaiming, can you hit someone else, or me?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a flying rock flew towards Deng Ming like a bolt of lightning.

Clang!

Deng Ming's bright silver helmet splashed out!

So dangerous!

Fortunately, his head was lowered, or else the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Deng Ming was a little afraid of Fann Kuaiming's flying stones.

Taking advantage of Deng Ming's hesitation, Fann Kuaiming tightly held onto the horse's belly as he sped towards a mountain in front of them.

As long as they passed through this mountain ridge, they would be able to enter the Xiangyang realm. Fann Kuaiming's tired and nervous heart seemed to have found a trace of comfort.

At this time, Deng Ming had already regained his senses. Seeing Fann Kuaiming approaching the mountain, he couldn't help but be extremely anxious. He suddenly raised his mace and shouted, "Brothers, chase them!" "Those who intercept Fann Kuaiming will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins and become my deputy general!"

With the stimulation of the substance and the temptation of the official positions, the Jin Army s' blood ran wild as they desperately chased after it.

Wu Tianxi naturally saw this scene.

The mouth of the valley was almost here!

Fann Kuaiming became excited.

As long as we enter the valley, because of the narrow and long distance, it's impossible for the Jin Army to rush in at the same time. We can only chase them in a straight line, and as long as the war horses under us have the strength to run, I can escape.

Fann Kuaiming thought like this and felt that he was going to succeed anyway. If he saw the Great Song general, he would be able to provide information on the Jin State attack. Great Song had made preparations in advance, so the Jin State would definitely be defeated in this battle.

They were only dozens of steps away from the mouth of the valley!

At this moment, a wave of whistles sounded from behind Fann Kuaiming.

The warhorse under him became manic and stood on its front hooves. No matter how Fann Kuaiming slapped it, it wouldn't run forward!

So it was Wu Tianxi taking the lead, the Jin Army Golden General started to whistle together.

Fann Kuaiming turned around and saw hundreds of people behind him raise their arms, spread out their fingers and press them on their mouths.

"Fann Kuaiming, prepare to die, hahahaha!"

Deng Ming hit his baton towards Fann Kuaiming.

At this moment, Fann Kuaiming got off his war horse and threw Fann Kuaiming ten feet away with his butt raised.

Pow!

The sound of falling onto the ground.

In addition to the soil, there was also hard rock!

Fann Kuaiming was in so much pain that he almost cried.

Without his warhorse, he could only roll around on the ground.

It was because Fann Kuaiming had practiced rolling on the spot. In this life or death situation, if he used this unique skill, it would be a moment of truth.

Deng Ming laughed maniacally and brandished his staff without restraint.

One swing, two strikes, three strikes …

One roll, two rolls, three rolls …

Not long later, more than a dozen wounds appeared on Fann Kuaiming's body.

Blood was gushing out.

"Hua!"

A large piece of coarse cloth was forcefully torn off by the iron spikes of the Wolf Fang mace.

F * ck me!

Fann Kuaiming cursed in his heart as he struggled with all his might. He brandished the broken golden sword as a last stand.

Deng Ming's face brimmed with a victorious smile.

"Fann Kuaiming, don't blame me. Today will be your Sunday next year!"

The mace was like a storm as it shot towards Fann Kuaiming.

Clang!

While dodging, Fann Kuaiming hit his head on a stone wall beside him. Immediately, he became dizzy and became a fool.

It's over, it's almost over.

Fann Kuaiming tried to encourage himself, he must keep his mind and not faint again.

If he fainted again, it would be over.

Ah!" "AHH!" "AHH!

The Wolf Fanged Mace in Deng Ming's hands flew out!

Many javelins flew out from a nearby jungle!

Jin Army was caught off guard, and a large number of them died!

Deng Ming's mace was hit by a javelin. The impact was too great for him to hold on to.

"Look at the spear!"

It sounded like a clap of thunder in the sky.

One of the generals had a face like the bottom of a pot, his crotch was like a dark horse, and he held the Eight Desolations Six Fusion Spear in his hand. He dashed towards Deng Ming, and he was Meng Zongzheng of the Great Song Dynasty!