Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 87: The most difficult life to die without regrets (IV)

"Mu'er, you've got it."

Wang Yi stood on the high platform, looked at the rebel army that had been sandwiched by three breads in the distance, then climbed down and smiled proudly at Wang Mu.

This time, he finally didn't have to worry anymore. The pockets had been woven, and the target was successfully driven into the pocket.

This is also thanks to his son, who was able to judge Liu Xiu's purpose so accurately that he could place this pocket-shaped encirclement net in time.

Now, Liu Xiu has completely become a turtle in the jar, and it is hard to fly with his wings.

The troops on the east and west sides are closing towards the center as pocket walls. The troops following the south side will soon arrive at the battlefield and seal the pockets.

The north itself is the strongest and most deployed. In order to prevent Liu Xiu from breaking into the city from this direction, Wang Yi did not demolish the camp, but instead strengthened a lot. As long as Liu Xiu dared to break into the siege here, he would inevitably have bloodshed.

Liu Xiu's rebels had stopped and stopped moving forward. They must have discovered their dilemma. However, even if they discovered that at this moment, what could they do?

"Liu Xiu is dead, Your Majesty finally should be relieved." Wang Yi patted his son's shoulder heavily and laughed: "This new world will finally be as stable as Mount Tai. Your Majesty likes you so much, maybe in the future..."

Wang Mu had no joy on his face, but looked up at the sky.

"What are you looking at?" Wang Yi looked up with his son's gaze and found the light in the sky: "Ah, it's a meteor... It's a rare meteor that can be seen during the day. This kind of disaster is the sorrow and joy of celebrating Liu Xiu's funeral!"

"Father, don't you think that the meteor is a bit too big..." Wang Mu frowned tightly, with a hint of worry in his heart.

It was early morning, and the sunlight had turned the sky white, but the meteor was still clearly visible. This was really too unusual.

Wang Mu remembered the scene he had encountered in Wancheng before, the hail falling from the sky...

That Liu Xiu always seemed to have incomprehensible good luck, just as if destiny was really attached to him. And today...

Wang Mu was thinking, suddenly heard a rapid sound of horse hooves, and then he felt a powerful force coming from his shoulders, and then he felt like he had fallen into the clouds, floating and spinning.

When he woke up from the chaos, he found that he had reached the horse's back, and what came from behind was Han Zhuo's voice.

"I hope you can survive."

Han Zhuo held the reins and rode on the horse with Wang Mu, one after another, galloping towards the west. He ignored Wang Yi behind him and shouted loudly, as if he couldn't hear it at all.

"Han Zhuo, what are you doing?!" Wang Mu shook his head and wanted to break free, but Han Zhuo's arms holding the reins were like iron hoops and could not struggle.

"Save you." Han Zhuo said only two brief words, then stopped answering, but instead sucked the horse under him desperately, and instantly activated his speed.

Wang Mu's heart sank suddenly. He had already thought about why Han Zhuo did that.

He tried his best to twist his neck and look towards the sky behind him. The track of the meteor has gradually become clearer at this moment. Not only has it not disappeared, but it has become larger and larger as the process of falling becomes, and the direction of falling is precisely-

Central Army Camp!

"This... this is impossible!" Wang Mu roared in a hoarse voice, but the sound was dry and weak, almost inaudible.

"I now... begin to believe in the so-called destiny."

Han Zhuo rode his horse and ran wildly, and for the first time there was a hint of fear on his face, which was always calm. Although it was subtle, it was the first time that he had never been surprised.

The closer the meteor is to the ground, the faster it will fall. It was just far above the sky, and it has fallen to the top of the new army camp. It was not until this moment that the soldiers realized what was about to happen and began to panic.

However, no matter what you do, it is too late.

The only one who can react at the first time was Han Zhuo. However, in this moment, the horse could only run less than a mile away.

Han Zhuo gritted his teeth suddenly, then he held the horse heavily, pulled out the long sword from his waist at a speed of thunder and lightning. Before the man got off the horse, he cut off the horse's head under his crotch with one sword.

A long neigh when the war horse was strangled just sounded, and blood squirted out of its neck cavity, then it twitched and thumped to the end. And the moment the war horse fell to the ground, Han Zhuo had already jumped off the horse with Wang Mu in his arms.

"Han Zhuo, are you doing this..." Before Wang Mu finished speaking, Han Zhuo had already pushed him away, and then a long sword flashed. The horse's belly that fell to the ground had been cut open with a narrow hole, from its front chest to its lower abdomen.

The smelly internal organs flowed out of the horse's belly. Han Zhuo suddenly pulled it open and opened the cut-out horse's belly. Then he roughly grabbed Wang Mu's neck and stuffed him into the horse's belly.

Wang Mu finally realized what Han Zhuo was doing. However, Han Zhuo's movements were as fast as lightning, so there was no room for him to react.

The smell of blood and the smell of internal organs filled Wang Mu's nose. Then he only felt Han Zhuo behind him pressing the horse's belly hard and wrapping him tightly in the abdomen of the war horse.

Just as the horse's belly was closed, a huge impact also followed. With a deafening sound, Wang Mu only felt like a small boat in a heavy rain and waves, spinning around.
Chapter completed!