After consuming the force, Zhang Mu's force value remained at 72, and in the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty, this force value was also at the level of Pei Yuanshao and Hao Meng.

However, in terms of actual combat experience, Zhang Mu is far inferior to Pei Yuanshao.

"My wine is dry, my food is gone!" Pei Yuanshao fixed his gaze on Zhang Mu.

"It's time for something new!" Stretching out his blood-red tongue and licking his dry lips, holding a mace in his right hand, Pei Yuanshao looked like a ghost.

The mace is a weapon that rarely appears on the battlefield, this weapon is not flexible, and it is extremely difficult to use, but its destructive power is extremely strong, as long as it is hit, it has the potential to sweep thousands of troops.

The mace in Pei Yuanshao's hand was embedded with dense iron hooks at the top, which was pitch black and exuded a strong fishy smell.

As long as you are hit by this weapon, at least half of the meat will be removed.

There were already corpses all around, mostly the corpses of the Yellow Turban Shooters, including the corpses of the Pangolin mounts, who were white-bellied and could hardly turn over.

A wave of heat hit, and the leaves sparsely rattled, and Zhang Mu stabbed it with a sword, penetrating through the center of the green leaves to the enemy's heart.

The Yellow Turban swordsman was laughing, laughing very happily, he actually held Zhang Mu's sword tightly.

Before Zhang Mu had time to draw his sword, he felt the stinging on his back, and his body bones trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously controlled the pangolin to dodge to the side, and the behemoth swept towards the previous position.

Looking at it intently, the Yellow Turban swordsman still has a face, almost bloody and blurred! Covering his face and screaming, his feet kept jumping, and he fell to the ground and convulsed as he jumped.

Looking at Pei Yuanshao again, he looked indifferent and very excited, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

A pangolin cavalryman sneaked up from behind Pei Yuanshao, but this guy seemed to have his eyes open behind his back, and turned around with a mace.

The pangolin mount was directly stunned, even with such thick armor, he was beaten half to death, and the militiaman was not much better, and was directly provoked by Pei Yuanshao's mace and his body was in mid-air.

Shake, shake, Pei Yuanshao held his mace high and kept waving the soldier's body, accompanied by bursts of screams, and blood rained down in an instant.

Thrown to the side, the militiaman's abdomen had been hollowed out with a mace.

"Woo, Woo" Zhang Mu sat down and the pangolin spit out his slender tongue and stepped back uncontrollably.

Everything in the world has spirituality, and it is normal to be afraid when you see your partner being beaten into that virtuous way.

"Good." Zhang Mu lowered his head and touched the head of the pangolin, grabbed the spear hanging on its side and turned over, and attacked Pei Yuanshao with the gun.

With a "bang", the two weapons intersected, and the spear head was twisted into the group of iron hooks, and with a forceful flick, sparks suddenly splashed everywhere.

Intersecting again, the two bodies narrowed the distance, Pei Yuanshao grinned, saliva couldn't stop flowing down, and said with a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "I'm going to eat you, I'm going to eat you!" ”

"You really don't fucking stink!"

Zhang Mu found out that Pei Yuanshao's body was really not an ordinary smell, this guy had a smell of corpse decay, and a mouth at least increased 66666 attack power.

When Hao Meng was training the militia, Zhang Mu was also learning how to use weapons on the side, no matter what kind of weapon he paid attention to the three-character motto, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

As the saying goes, freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and it takes a lot of time to really understand a weapon.

Compared with ordinary people, Zhang Mu can better control weapons with a force value of 72, no, a spear in hand, both offensive and defensive.

In general, under Pei Yuanshao's fierce offensive, Zhang Mu can only defend!

With the help of a boulder, Pei Yuanshao jumped and chopped down, seeing this, Zhang Mu could only hold the gun with both hands to resist upward.

With a "bang", the iron gun in his hand continued to tremble up and down, and Zhang Mu only felt that his hands were numb in pain, and he was shocked with blood.

Even, Zhang Mu felt that his meridians were also broken.

It's a very domineering force, not only that, Pei Yuanshao won't give Zhang Mu any respite!

Pulling the mace hard, the iron hook hooked, and the spear approached him, Zhang Mu was shocked, in order to survive, Zhang Mu could only get rid of it.

"Roar!" Pei Yuanshao roared, flicked the mace, and the spear was immediately thrown into the distance.

Zhang Mu's hands were still numb, and he looked at the mace that was slashing towards him, his pupils widened, his whole body trembled, and sweat droplets flowed down unconsciously.

"Is this what death feels like?"

"No, I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die!"

"Sure enough, I thought the crossing was too simple."

"Woo, Woo" A black object slammed into the mace head-on, it was the pangolin mount, and it used its body to block Zhang Mu's face.

It tried its best to leave its back to Pei Yuanshao, but unfortunately, it was useless, when brute force destroyed the defensive line, when the iron hook scraped off its scale armor like fish scales, the pangolin mount screamed in pain.

But even so, it didn't give up half a point, and it didn't give Pei Yuanshao a chance to attack Zhang Mu.

"Puff, puff" can almost hear your own frantic heartbeat.

"It's!"

Gurgle, deep in his heart, looking at the extremely painful mount, Zhang Mu only felt a raging anger in his heart, and his eyes were also extremely sharp.

"You're tired, stand down."

Zhang Mu stepped forward, touched the pangolin's abdomen, nodded, and said, "Thank you." ”

It's still up to one hit!

Before this final blow!

Zhang Mu suddenly came to the back of the pangolin, raised his hands, and grabbed the handle of Pei Yuanshao's mace.

"Ahh

"With this bit of strength, you still want to grab weapons from me, and you can't do it!"

Zhang Mu was laughing, laughing very explosively! Looking at this smile, Pei Yuanshao's heart trembled.

Fighting, especially fighting with life, requires no skill and can defeat the enemy.

said that it was too late, Zhang Mu suddenly unloaded his force and rolled forward, and before Pei Yuanshao could react, he picked up a sharp arrow inserted in the ground.

Standing up suddenly, the sharp arrow thrust upward, straight from the chin to the intersection of the two scars in the center of the head, and blood splattered in all directions.

"Puff, puff", Pei Yuanshao's eyes widened, and he kept falling backwards, unable to believe that he would die at the hands of such a young man.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

If you want to die, you have to drag the enemy to die together, Pei Yuanshao adhered to such a belief, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he raised his mace and attacked Zhang Mu on his back.

Zhang Mu smiled coldly, and stomped on the handle of the iron gun with his right foot.

The spear tilted at a forty-five degree angle, straight through Pei Yuanshao's chest.

"The sky is dead, the yellow turban should stand!" Pei Yuanshao looked up at the sky, his voice became softer and softer, and said: "My wine has dried up, my food has been exhausted......"