The Three Kingdoms

"Why is there a flood?"

"This time we're going to die!"

"Didn't die at the hands of Wu Jun, but died in the flood!"

The generals of the Wei army were also uncomfortable.Only the upper-level generals knew the inside story, and the soldiers below didn't know that this was a disaster brewed by their own people. Although they occupied the Qingshi Mountain, the Qingshi Mountain was just a plain hillside, and it couldn't stop the flood at all.

So a general of the Wei army was also caught in a life-and-death crisis.

"Cao Zhen, set up a bamboo raft and save people quickly!"

Zhang Yun himself didn't expect that the flood would come so fast. He thought he should have one night to prepare, but now it took less than an hour, and the flood had already been wiped out.

"Yes!"

Cao Zhen quickly pushed out the bamboo raft he had prepared earlier, and drove the raft to rescue people.

"Raft?"

Zhao Yun himself was also submerged by the flood. Although he was a cavalry soldier, he had lived in Soochow for many years, so he was still a bit watery, and he could survive even in the bottom of the sea due to the powerful aura.

"Boys, hurry up and seize the Wei army's raft. Taking one raft is equivalent to saving dozens of soldiers. Hurry up!"

He screamed in the water.

The officers and soldiers of the Wu army, especially the Central Army, were partly from the navy. Although they were submerged by the flood, they still had combat effectiveness.

"Damn Wei Jun was already prepared!"

"This flood is not a natural disaster at all, it is their method!"

"They are too ruthless!"

"Boys, dive over there and grab the raft quickly!"

"Even if we can't get it, we'll break it apart for them, and no one wants to survive!"

"I want to see who is better in the water!"

Many officers and soldiers of the Wu army who were submerged in the water popped their heads out and looked at the scene in front of them, and their expressions became extremely fierce.

"Hold the raft!"

"Prevent Wu Jun, take the lead and kill one!"

Wei Jun naturally guarded his last magic weapon for survival.

The speed of the flood cover was very fast. After an hour, the entire Xiabaihe battlefield, which was ten kilometers away, had already become a vast ocean.

In the vast ocean, the light of torches illuminating the sky and the earth has been holographic. Under the dark sky, whether it is the army of Wei or the army of Wu, the soldiers of the two armies are now hovering around the rafts and rafts. The most primitive survival battle. (To be continued.)

[Chapter 84 of the main text: The Final Battle of Kanto: Fourteen]

The night passed.

The sun rises.

Between the heaven and the earth, strands of bright and bright sunlight shine, the thick fog dissipates, and everything recovers... However, what the sunlight reflects on this day is destined to be nothing but a miserable hell.

In the entire lower reaches of Runan, the city is gone, the hillside is covered, and there is only a piece of sparkling water left.

On the surface of the water, corpses would float up from time to time. Besides the corpses, there were many scattered things floating on the surface of the water. Pots, fences, grain, sacks, straw...they were all floating.

And those who swim in the water and are exhausted, there are countless people who want to survive, there are common people, there are soldiers of the Wei army, and there are soldiers of the Wu army...

"help me!"

"Who can help me!"

"Save us!"

"I don't want to die!"

These cries for help were finally drowned at the bottom of the water, and the lives were withering one by one, as miserable as hell.

Qingshishan battlefield.

Corpses were floating one after another, and the battle flags covered the water surface with seepage. Wei and Wu, there was no difference at this time, some were only living and dead.

The rafts of the Wei army were scattered countless under the struggle between the two armies.

Of the remaining, the Wu army took one-third, and the Wei army carried the two-thirds. They were all trying to survive. At this time, fighting was meaningless.

"I, Zhao Zilong, swear in the name of Great Wu that I will be the executioner who slaughtered Cao Wei's thousands of people, and feel at ease for today's futile death of wandering souls!!!!"

On one of the rafts, Zhao Yun was drenched all over his body, and streams of Gang Qi condensed into cold blades. The chill was soaring to the sky. He held a battle gun and half-kneeled on the bamboo raft, with devouring gazes in his eyes.

Seeing this miserable scene, he roared to the sky, he had never hated a person so much, and now he hated the person who broke the embankment.The one who came up with such a vicious scheme.

Zhao Yun has experienced countless battles in his life.

This was his most humiliating day, and it was also his most indignant day.

He has seen countless lives and deaths, he can tolerate his own defeat, and he can also tolerate his own death in battle.He can even tolerate the defeat of the entire Central Army, as long as the defeat is justified, he can afford it.

But he couldn't tolerate such ruthless massacres.

Under this flood, not only the Soochow Central Army was destroyed, but the entire Runan.

It wasn't just the generals of the Wu army who died.There are also countless people in Runan.

You must know that the flood has passed through, and the people who died in Runan will be more than ten times the number of soldiers who died in the battle. What kind of data is this, and who can bear the entire death data.

The two armies fought and treated the lives of the people as pigs and dogs, which he could not forgive.

"A sin!"

On the other side of the water surface, also on a raft, the exhausted Zhang Xi escaped with his life, but at this time, he was not at all happy.There is only grief and indignation: "This is the sin of our Great Wei, and one day we will pay it back!"

"Why is that?"

"All the sons under my command are dead!"

The surviving soldiers of the Wei army were crying and roaring, their hearts filled with grief and indignation.

They died under Wu Jun, and they accepted their fate.

They were unwilling to die under the butcher knife they knew.