Dressing up as a man: The Revenge Girl is 14 years old

Chapter 79

Although Wen Zhimo was impatient, he was not stupid. He already sensed the danger, and hastily assembled a team of dozens of people, ready to rush out.

At this time, the horn sounded loud and clear in Fifth Joe's army.The soldiers who were running in a mess stopped their pace in a circle, one by one, one after another, surrounded by one layer after another, like a dense silk net, firmly enclosing Wen Zhimo and the others. Circled.

"Damn it, I fell for it!" Wen Zhimo gritted his teeth and said fiercely.But there is no one in this world who regrets selling medicine!
At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "King Wennan has an order to capture the leader of the Southern Jin Dynasty alive. He will enter the third rank, reward one thousand, and beauties ten!"

"Capture the main general of the Southern Jin Dynasty alive! Capture alive! Capture alive!"

There was a roar that shook the sky, and pairs of scarlet beast eyes fixedly stared at Wen Zhimo and the soldiers behind him.

Wen Zhimo shuddered involuntarily, and the clouds in the sky instantly turned black.

It was too late, and soon, a black steed carrying a man in blue battle armor and holding a silver gun, who was about the same age as Wen Zhimo, appeared like a god in the outskirts of the encirclement.

"You are Pan Qingyu, the chief general of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Pan Longzhi's son is nothing more than that. I don't know what my father is afraid of. Why should he be so careful and waste so many of my good horses to capture you!" The man arrogantly said As he spoke, Xiaoxiao's battle robe was blown by the wind, and the red tassels on his gun fluttered with the wind.

Wen Zhimo snorted coldly and said, "Who are you?" The man looked up to the sky and laughed, "I am Wu Yuan, the son of Prince Wennan, and it is your blessing, Pan Qingjue, that you lost to me."

Wen Zhimo smiled and said, "Fifth Yuan, I forgot to tell you, my name is Wen Zhimo."

Wuyuan suddenly changed his face, waved his silver gun, pointed the gun at Wen Zhimo, and asked angrily: "Are you not Pan Qingjue? Grandma, you are not Pan Qingjue. Okay, then I will kill you and cut you off." Your head will be given to Pan Qingjue as a meeting gift."

"Come on, shoot to kill!"

As soon as Wuyuan's order was given, the soldiers under his command rushed towards Wen Zhimo in the circle like hungry wolves.

All of a sudden, everything fell into the brutal siege, scarlet wind and blood rained all over the sky, swords and swords blared, and the wind howled. No one would back down, vowing to separate the dead and the dead.

"Vice General Wen, you rush out first, and we will resist for a while."

Where is Wen Zhimo willing to go, watching the soldiers around him fall off their horses one after another to death, his heart aches, his eyes are already red with blood, and he wields a big knife, one knife at a time, with extreme precision.

At this moment, an arrow feather pierced into Iron Hoof's body whistling.Iron Hoof let out a mournful cry, knelt on the ground, and fell heavily to the ground with Wen Zhimo.With tears in his eyes, Iron Hoof looked at Wen Zhimo sadly.

At this moment, Wen Zhimo only felt his heart trembling and crying, and bursts of severe pain swept up like tidal waves.He was holding a big knife, staring into blood-red eyes, seeing people kill people, seeing gods beheading gods.

"I Wen Zhimo has no father, no mother, no wife and no children. I have no cares or worries in this life. I live happily and die smoothly. Come on, I lost a bowl-sized scar on my head. After 20 years, I will still be a native of the Southern Jin Dynasty , and killed Kitakuko! Haha..."

Ear-piercing laughter filled the air, and a few bold soldiers surrounded Wen Zhimo.

Wen Zhimo, no matter how strong his martial arts is, is not superhuman.

(End of this chapter)