Liu Biao's front road was blocked, but there was no back road, and under the front and back attacks, he and his thousands of remnants fell into the abyss of desperation.
The pottery merchant rushed all the way to kill, leading the elite iron cavalry of the Great Wei Dynasty, piercing the remnants of the Chu army like a sharp blade, and he wielded his sword in his hand, slashing the recalcitrant enemy thieves like crazy.
The Great Wei Iron Cavalry, down the mountain tigers, tore apart the remaining formations of the enemy army, tore the remnants of the thousands of remnants into several pieces, and slaughtered back and forth.
Where the blade goes, no life is spared In the blink of an eye, more than half of the Chu army was killed and wounded, but on the river, there was still no Huang Zu sending even a boat to respond.
The potter's blood-stained robe, killing to the point of rage, the bloodshot eyes, found Liu Biao's location.
Under the protection of the two hundred guards, Liu Biao's deep-set eyes were staring at the defeat around him in despair.
At this moment, Liu Biao has completely fallen into despair.
Looking around at the Wei soldiers who were surrounded on all sides and desperately fighting for their lives, Liu Biao knew that these Wei soldiers were all rushing to cut off his head in order to make miraculous achievements.
His remaining subordinates, under the impact of the Wei army wave after wave, like a huge wave, have been like a small boat in the sea, mercilessly swallowed by the huge waves.
Liu Biao knew that he had completely failed, and the last glimmer of hope had been dashed.
He had no way out.
If he continues to resist stubbornly, he and his thousands of remnants will all be killed by the potters tonight.
What about the potters if they surrender Liu Biao couldn't help but think of this thought in his heart, and then his body shook violently, and endless chills flashed in his eyes.
He remembered how cruel the potters were to wipe out the Yuan family.
With the cruelty of the potter, even if he surrenders, I am afraid that he will definitely die, but I am afraid that it will be more tragic than the father and son of the Yuan family.
In despair and panic, Liu Biao shouted: "This king is a member of the Han royal family, a famous man in the world, what kind of background, how can he die in the hands of the pottery thief, this king would rather cut himself than die in the hands of the pottery thief."
Under grief and indignation, Liu Biao suddenly drew his sword in his hand and wanted to commit suicide.
With the long sword in hand, the moment before death and death, Liu Biao couldn't help but think of the past.
He remembered that when Cao Cao was still the lord of the Central Plains, he was almost cornered by pottery thieves in Xuzhou.
At that time, he regarded Cao Cao as his biggest enemy, and did not put the potters in his eyes at all, and was fooled by Zhang Yi sent by the potters, and sent troops to attack Nanyang.
Now, at this moment of destruction, looking back, Liu Biao felt so remorseful in his heart.
If he had sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight at that time, and watched Cao Cao destroy the pottery merchants, would he have fallen to the point where he is today?
No, never Cao Cao is nothing, Yuan Shao is nothing, and even he himself is nothing.
Only the outlier of the potter is the real strong man in this troubled world.
It's a pity that it's too late now.
Thinking of these, Liu Biao's old face couldn't help but show a wry smile, remorse, regret, and deep self-deprecation.
"Liu Biao, Liu Biao, you are such a waste, you can't even see who the real enemy is, you really have no eyes, you deserve to be reduced to such a state" Liu Biao looked up to the sky and sighed, the long sword in his hand was slowly raised, and he was ready to commit suicide.
Outside, the soldiers who protected him fell quickly one by one, one by one in a pool of blood.
The potter slaughtered like a demon, and he had killed ten steps away, just a little closer, and he could kill Liu Biao's dog head with his own hands, with the hatred in his heart.
Suddenly, the potter's bloody eyes saw that Liu Biao had put his sword on his neck, and he seemed to be showing signs of suicide.
In the eyes of the potter, he couldn't help but appreciate a little, and said in his heart: "Liu Biao, if you really dare to commit suicide, even if you have a bit of character, just by virtue of this, this king can give you a burial with the courtesy of the princes." ” In the eagle's eyes, Liu Biao had slowly closed his eyes, his wrist was gently forced, and the blade was towards his neck, slowly pressing up.
Suddenly, Liu Biao's brows froze, he felt a trace of pain, a thin slit was cut out of his neck, and wisps of blood seeped out.
The pain instantly disintegrated most of Liu Biao's heart to death, his mouth opened slightly, cold sweat rolled on his forehead, and the sword blade that was pressed on his neck could no longer be suppressed.
His body was trembling, the cold sweat on his forehead was rolling straight down the brush, and the sword in his hand was almost unable to hold it.
After a moment, he let out a long sigh, and as soon as his hands loosened, the blood-stained sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
Then, Liu Biao collapsed, his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground, panting heavily, as if he had survived the catastrophe, and was terrified.
After all, he still didn't have the courage to commit suicide.
At this moment, the remnants of the Chu army have been killed, and the potters are riding horses and dancing knives, stepping on the bloody road, and killing Liu Biao.
"Liu Biao, it seems that you are also a person who is afraid of death, this king admired you in vain just now, which really disappointed this king."
The potter, who was sitting on his horse, said coldly and sarcastically.
Liu Biao was ashamed, and he didn't dare to look up at the potter, so he only bowed deeply and begged: "Liu only knows until now that only King Wei is the master of destiny, Liu is willing to surrender to the king, and there is nothing else to ask for, only to ask the king for mercy, so that Liu can be a happy rich man." ” The potter laughed.
What a bullshit royal family, what a world famous, what a noble background, but he is just a soft egg who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
At this time, Liu Biao, an old dog, just begged to go around, and even delusionally thought that he could be a rich man and enjoy his old age in peace, which was really true "When you surrendered, maybe you still have a chance, and then surrender at this point, aren't you too late, you still want to be a rich man, Liu Biao, Liu Biao, you really don't deserve to be the opponent of this king" The potter's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the war knife in his hand was raised high.
"King Wei spare your life, King Wei, you listen to me" Liu Biao was terrified, sat on the ground with his buttocks, raised his hands high, and spoke incoherently in a panic.
The potter didn't bother to say more, and the blood-stained war knife in his hand was slashed down.
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In the splash of blood, Liu Biaodou's big head rolled to the ground.
Liu Biao, the king of Chu, was ambushed When the generals on the left and right saw Liu Biao's head, they all had a sense of relief in their hearts, and the soldiers who killed the riverside were all rejoicing, and the shouts shook the sky.
After Yuan Shang, the king of the Six Kingdoms, another king was executed.
This means that the state of Chu has also been declared destroyed, and only the four kings remain in the world.
Preventing them from following the king of Great Wei, unifying the world, and being eliminated by another one, how can the soldiers not rejoice.
At this time, Xiang Yu also rushed over, and when he saw Liu Biao's head on the ground, he was happy, but he was a little regretful, and said: "Congratulations to the king for cutting Liu Biao, but it's a pity that Yu failed to take down Huang Zhong's old pawn and let him run away." ” "Just a Huang Zhong, he can't set off any storms, what is there to regret" The pottery merchant sneered, brushed his hands and shouted: "Pass on the order of this king, pass the head of Liu Biao to the cities of Xiangyang and Jiangling to hang, in order to deter Jingzhou's disobedience, and then send it to Xu Du, and this king will give a great gift to the Son of Heaven." ” "Nuo" Jing Ke responded to the order, and ordered the soldiers on the left and right to step forward and take Liu Biao's head away.
The order has been given, and the potters stand proudly with horizontal swords, and the majestic momentum makes the Great Wei soldiers on the left and right solemn and dare not look up.
Raising his head slightly, he looked to the east, and through the vast blood mist, he saw the light of dawn rising from the east.
Raising his eyes to look at the Yangtze River, he finally saw the Huang Zu Department who had fled to the river.
On the Yangtze River, the frightened Chu army, looking at the comrades who were abandoned by them on the shore and the scene of being surrounded and killed by the tide of Wei troops, they were all frightened, and their faces were pale.
Huang Zu, who was standing on the bow of the boat, was silent, his face was full of horror and a trace of shame.
Looking at the shore, the flying battle flags of the Wei army, and the shouting of killing with great might, Huang Zu could only sigh bitterly: "I don't want this pottery thief to be so treacherous, such a subtle layout can also be seen, it seems that most of the king has died in the chaos, Sun Ce's Wu army will inevitably be defeated, I have to retreat to Xiakou quickly, and make plans early." ” Secretly sighed for a long time, Huang Zu didn't dare to stay for a long time, and ordered the ships to retreat downstream quickly, not even the Chibi camp, and fled straight to Xiakou.
On the beach, the pottery merchant stood proudly with his sword, coldly watching Huang Zu's remnants flee, and sneered: "Liu Biao is dead, Huang Zu will definitely flee to Xiakou, Sun Ce's fleet has also been burned down, and he will no longer be able to hold Chidi, so you will return to the camp with this king, rest for a day, and wipe out the enemy camp in Chibi in one fell swoop tomorrow."
The excited generals, the bloody hunting frenzy, waving their fists and roaring excitedly, the fierce battle intent, the raging and burning, the killing intent that rushed to the sky, burned madly on the blood-stained riverbank.
After a day of rest, the potter took all the wine and meat and rewarded the soldiers of the three armies.
The next day, at dawn, the potter led his victorious soldiers, more than 500 warships sailed out of the camp, and forced the enemy camp in Chibi.
The battle flags flying in the hunt cover the sky and the sun, and the endless sail shadows come all over the world, like dark clouds pressing the river.
The potter stood proudly on the flagship of the iron-locked boat, his knife-like gaze, staring coldly at the Wu Junshui camp that gradually entered the field of vision.
After a major defeat yesterday, the Chu army was almost completely lost, and more than half of the Wu army was killed and wounded, and the Wu army that retreated to Chibi numbered up to 20,000, and the number of warships was even less than that of the Wei army, and the morale was also hit hard.
Just as the potter expected that, Sun Ce didn't dare to go out of the camp to meet the enemy actively, but just cowered in the water camp and defended passively.
The potters took Wu Zixu as the forerunner, and freely ordered the fleet to form a formation on the river, forming a landing and attacking formation from north to south.
Seeing that the enemy camp is approaching, and the northwest gale last night, the residual power is still there, so it is time to take advantage of it.
The potter did not hesitate, and immediately ordered Xu Sheng to lead 5,000 sailors to attack from the left flank, ordered Wei Yan to lead 5,000 sailors to attack from the right flank, and Wu Zixu led his own 10,000 main fleet to force into the enemy camp from the front.
The three-way naval army marched forward in a mighty manner and rushed straight to the enemy camp in Chibi.
The flag waved, and the rumbling sound of war drums rose like thunder.
The sound of sailors' trumpets, horns, drums, and water strikes converged into a vigorous attack horn.
The Battle of Chibi, the final battle, began. isjgy: