Liao Hua has a lot of strength, one knife after another.

A knife is heavier than a knife.

With a knife, it already has the power of a thousand catties.

Zhang He's heart chilled.

He didn't know how long Liao Hua would last.

But he knew that he couldn't take a few knives anymore.

He dodged, he didn't want to touch it again.

But Liao Hua's knife technique has completely enveloped him.

It was difficult to dodge completely, and he had to block with his spear.

His hands were starting to go numb.

"Liao Hua, are you really dying, don't force me." Zhang He shouted.

He likes to command large armies and hates this way of fighting for his life.

Liao Hua's style of play that is not afraid of death, whether it is Liao Hua or Zhang He, is prone to accidents.

Zhang He doesn't like accidents.

Now the battle with Liao Hua is completely out of his control.

The more people think about it, the less courage they have to break through.

If he had not risked his life, this would definitely not be the case now.

He will definitely not be pressed and beaten by Liao Hua.

"I'll force you to do anything, dare to die with me?" Liao Hua shouted.

He has completely disregarded his life and death, and must kill Zhang He.

As long as Zhang He dies, he will soon be able to solve the remaining people.

It can even affect the Yuan army who rushed over from the south gate and the west gate.

Zhang He was the commander of the First Army, and his death had a great impact on the morale of the Yuan Army.

Even with Xu You, the number two person, he can't save morale.

Xu You's current status in the Qingzhou army is no longer comparable to Zhang He.

Wang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoshun, everyone is fighting bravely to kill the enemy.

At this moment, they finally understood.

Liao Hua didn't really surrender to Zhang He, but he had been planning all along.

They like to follow such generals.

Liao Hua is not afraid of death, and they are not afraid of death.

It's just that their numbers are too small.

And Zhang He has always been wary of them.

Even if everyone was fighting bravely to kill the enemy, it did not make Zhang He's military formation chaotic.

On the contrary, their number is constantly decreasing.

From three hundred, to two hundred and fifty, to two hundred.

Their threat to Zhang He's army formation is also getting lower and lower.

Liao Hua's physical strength is rapidly declining.

His hands also became heavy.

At this moment, the sixty-pound Mo knife is more likely to be slashed by inertia.

Bang!

Mo knife smashed on the ground, Liao Hua did not lift it, but rotated his body, with the help of the strength of his feet and waist.

Shook the Mo knife on the ground and slashed at Zhang He again.

Zhang He retreated, not daring to touch it.

When the Mo knife reached the highest point, Liao Hua took two steps forward, and the sword light covered Zhang He again.

Then his arm pressed down, his body was half-squatting, and the Mo knife in his hand slashed towards Zhang He.

Burst!

Bang!

Two rings in a row.

The spear, which already did not know how many knives it had blocked, broke from it and the barrel exploded.

Zhang He's reaction was very fast, half of the gun in his hand came out of his hand, and he threw it towards Liao Hua in an instant.

Liao Hua has long disregarded life and death, and now he just wants to kill Zhang He.

Zhang He's spear was broken, which was also unexpected by Liao Hua.

Half a spear stabbed Liao Hua's body fiercely.

Also Liao Hua's luck is good, this half of the spear is a tail rod, and there is no gun head.

And he was wearing armor.

So the barrel of the gun didn't make it to his body.

But the power of Zhang He's throw is very strong.

Although the barrel of the gun failed to pierce Liao Hua's body, it also made Liao Hua's body stunned, and his chest was like being hit by a boulder, which was very painful.

Liao Hua let out a muffled snort, and after his body was stunned, the Mo knife in his hand slashed at Zhang He again.

Zhang He also held the other half of the barrel of the gun in his hand, with the head of the gun.

He was a little sorry that just now, in a hurry, he threw out the part without the head of the gun.

Otherwise, Liao Hua is dead now.

The remaining half of the spear in Zhang He's hand was ready to stab at Liao Hua at any time.

Liao Hua didn't flinch, he already had the heart of death.

slashed at Zhang He twice in a row, but Zhang He dodged it.

His strength is decreasing, his speed is decreasing.

Although Zhang He still didn't dare to confront Liao Hua, it was not too difficult to dodge.

"Kill!"

Liao Hua didn't stop, he was still stabbing.

Although the spear in Zhang He's hand was broken.

But compared to before, Zhang He's pressure is not so great.

The half-cut spear in his hand was always ready to stab at Liao Hua.

There were three knives in succession, but Liao Hua couldn't touch Zhang He.

Liao Hua's heart was even more urgent.

There are only more than 100 guards left in the guards led by Wang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoshun.

Liao Hua didn't know if Xu Huang outside had a way to deal with it.

He only knew that if he continued, he, Wang Xiaohu, Zhang Xiaoshun, and the more than 100 brothers would all die in battle.

So many people have died, and Liao Hua doesn't want to follow his brother, all of whom have no good end.

He is willing to die for Wang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoshun.

Although the strength in the body is rapidly draining.

But Liao Hua still gritted his teeth and kept attacking.

But he had realized that this was not the way to go.

He had to find a way to kill Zhang He.

As soon as Zhang He dies, the remaining thousands of people will be chaotic.

Xu Huang outside was also attacking regardless of casualties.

He divided a part of his forces to resist the Yuan army coming from the south gate.

The morale of the Yellow Turban Army began to waver a little again.

Now because Xu Huang commanded properly, the army has not been affected.

If it had been commanded by someone else, the Yellow Turbans might have been defeated by now.

They had never fought such a battle.

The moonlight is getting fainter and the sky is getting darker.

The moon with the size of the millstone still fell. The fiery sun has not yet risen.

At this moment, it is really a finger that cannot be seen.

Countless torches were lit.

But it only illuminates the ten steps in front of you.

Burst!

Zhang He finally found an opportunity to stab Liao Hua's body with half a long spear in his hand.

It's just that at the same time, Liao Hua also threw out the Mo knife.

The three-foot-long blade pierced into Zhang He's body.

Although it was not critical, it also seriously injured Zhang He.

Liaohua did it on purpose.

He deliberately exposed his flaws, so that Zhang He felt that he had an opportunity.

Relying on normal means, he was no longer able to threaten Zhang He.

When Zhang He threw the spear, Liao Hua threw the Mo knife out at the same time.

Both fell almost simultaneously.

Zhang He has never wanted to fight with Liao Hua, and he doesn't want to die together.

But in the end, it was a lose-lose situation.

"Zhang He is dead."

Wang Xiaohu's eyes were red and he roared loudly.

The battle between Zhang He and Liao Hua, he has been staring at.

He himself suffered more than a dozen gunshot wounds.

I've been gritting my teeth and persevering.

"Zhang He is dead."

The remaining less than a hundred Yellow Turban Army followed Wang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoshun and shouted.

A hundred people, the voices are condensed.

Like a tidal wave, one voice higher than the other.

"The general is dead?"

Yuan Jun, who was fighting with them, was in disbelief.

They're about to succeed.

But Zhang He died.

This is unacceptable to them.

A lot of people think it's fake.

But Zhang He's voice did not appear.

Zhang He's personal guards were also silent.

(End of chapter)