Mi Han

Chapter 782: One Punch Barbarian King Swings All Cong
The fire in the Han army camp burned all night long.

When the first ray of light appeared on the horizon, the fire in the Han army camp gradually died down.

The earth still has some warmth left, but for some people, their hearts are still immersed in the cold.

For example, He Qi, who fled the Han army camp in a hurry with a few trusted men.

He Qi didn't know how long or how far he had run.

He only remembered that while fleeing, many of his comrades reached out their hands to him for help in the flames.

There were also many comrades' wails mixed with the sound of burning fire, which made him shudder.

He Qi is not a cold-blooded person, not to mention that those who are in the fire have had a master-servant relationship with him for many years.

But He Qi knew very well that he couldn't stop.

If he had slowed down a step, his body would have been devoured by the fire, and the last sound he would have left in the world would have been a desolate wail.

When he thought of such an outcome, even though he was frightened to the point of limpness by last night's hell-like scene, He Qi still ran toward the outside with all his strength.

Fortunately, He Qi was very good at mountain warfare.

Being good at mountain warfare means that He Qi's speed of escape on flat ground is unmatched by ordinary people.

Coupled with his many years of experience in leading troops, He Qi was able to wake up in time last night and managed to snatch a chance of survival.

When He Qi realized that he was already some distance away from the Han army camp, his hands and feet, which had been extremely sore for a long time, could no longer bear the fatigue in his body and sat down on the ground.

As He Qi collapsed, several of his close associates also fell to the ground powerlessly in an instant.

After the fatigue in his body eased a little, He Qi looked at the several confidants lying around him, and he couldn't help but cover his face and cry:

"It was because I trusted Fei Yi so easily that I suffered the defeat last night.

I feel sorry for the thousands of men who followed me, and I feel even more ashamed of the trust placed in me by Your Majesty."

The more He Qi spoke, the louder he cried, which was enough to show how grief-stricken he was at the moment.

Can this be blamed on He Qi’s lack of psychological endurance?

Recalling what happened before last night, He Qishang stood on a high place, full of energy and high spirits, secretly harboring the ambition to emulate his grandson.

At that time, behind He Qi were thousands of elite soldiers that he had trained for many years.

With the combat effectiveness of those thousands of elite soldiers, He Qi would not be afraid of any enemy with equal strength if he had not been ambushed.

And those thousands of elite soldiers have been the foundation of He Qi's survival for decades.

But in just one night, thousands of elite soldiers who were He Qi's pride and foundation were all engulfed in the boundless flames.

Thousands of elite soldiers, but now only a few are left!

Who wouldn’t be grief-stricken if faced with such a tragedy?

In addition, He Qi knew that with the destruction of his support troops, the situation that was originally good for the Wu army would take a sharp turn for the worse.

How would Sun Quan feel if he heard this news?
As he cried, He Qi hated Fei Yi more and more.

After realizing what was happening last night, the first thing He Qi did before escaping was to order his men to kill Fei Yi.

Originally He Qi thought that Fei Yi would beg for mercy before he died.

But what He Qi didn't expect was that facing the butcher knife wielded by his own side, Fei Yi was not afraid but laughed:
"Look today, who is the thief and who is the dog!"

"Hahaha!"

This was the last words Fei Yi left in the world.

When Fei Yi was dying, he no longer concealed his pride and joy. He Qi still felt a dull pain in his eyes when he thought about it.

I never thought that after hunting eagles all my life, one day I would be pecked to death by an eagle!
While He Qi was grieving and sighing with resentment, what he didn't notice was that there were some sturdy figures emerging in the forest behind him.

By the time He Qi heard the noise and stood up in fright, those figures had already jumped out of the dense forest and surrounded him.

There were hundreds of soldiers surrounding He Qi, and it was not difficult to tell from their appearance that they were foreigners.

And when a nine-foot-tall tiger general appeared, He Qi guessed his identity at a glance.

"Shamoko!"

There was fear and deep worry in He Qi's tone.

After the battle of Gong'an, Shamoke's reputation for bravery had already spread throughout Jiangdong.

Zhou Tai was such a brave general, but I heard that he died at the hands of Shamoke.

From this we can see that Shamoke's bravery is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

With such a powerful general blocking my way, do I still have a chance to survive today?
While He Qi was looking at Shamoke, Shamoke was also carefully looking at the prey in front of him.

"Tsk, tsk, you've lost a bit of weight.

But I think braised food might have a different flavor.”

Shamoke looked at He Qi as if he was looking at a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

Even though He Qi couldn't understand Shamoke's gaze, he understood what Shamoke said.

Seeing that Shamoke looked down on him so much, He Qi, who always thought highly of himself, couldn't stand it anymore.

Although Shamoke was brave, he was not a weak person.

He Qi, who was stimulated by Shamoke, drew out the long sword from his waist and rushed towards Shamoke.

He Qi had always been known for his bravery in Jiangdong.

But He Qi overlooked one point.

He had just run here and the strength in his limbs had not yet recovered.

Even at his peak, he was no match for Shamoke, let alone now?

Shamoke didn't care at all about He Qi's charge.

In Shamoke's opinion, He Qi's movements were too slow.

Only when He Qi rushed to Shamoke, waving a long sword, did Shamoke take any action.

Although Shamoke's action came later, his speed was extremely fast.

In a flash, Shamoke grabbed He Qi's knife-holding hand tightly with one hand.

And Shamoke's other hand, carrying unspeakable power, clenched his fist and swung it hard towards He Qi's temple.

When barbarians fight, they only focus on using force to overcome force and killing the opponent with one blow!
The temple is a fatal part of the human body, and Shamoke's power is rare in the world.

When Shamoke's fist hit He Qi's temple, He Qi didn't even have time to scream. Blood spurted out of his mouth and his body fell directly to the ground.

Shamoke killed the famous Jiangdong general He Qi with just one punch!
After He Qi was killed, Shamoko stared at the body on the ground and muttered to himself:

"The Grand Marshal said that the head is his and the rest is mine.

So is it braised or stewed?"

He Qi was killed outside Chaisang City, and Quan Cong in the city was not feeling well either.

There was such a big commotion in the Han army camp last night that it was impossible to hide it from Quan Cong in the city.

Not only Quan Cong, but many people in Chaisang City last night looked at the suddenly bright sky in silence for a long time, too frightened to fall asleep.

Although the people in the city did not know what the Han army was doing at that time.

But they do know one thing:
As for last night's spectacular scene of no distinction between day and night and the world turning upside down, is it possible for a human to do this?

Compared with most people in the city, Quan Cong, who had participated in the battle of Gong'an, felt a different kind of fear in his heart.

The scene last night was so familiar to him!
A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Quan Cong's mind.

Could it be that he is here?

No, absolutely impossible!
Quan Cong was terrified and swaying at the same time.

Just when Quan Cong was about to suffer from schizophrenia, a letter of war was shot into the city from outside.

Don't waver, I'm really here!