The flames in the camp had not been extinguished, and they seemed to be burning more and more vigorously, just like the flame of hatred planted in Zhao Yue's heart, which was ignited by the flames and turned into huge energy.

In grief, the sword in Zhao Yue's right hand was slowly raised, he wanted to make a last fight, even if he died here, he could be regarded as a horse leather shroud.

At this time, the smell of burning was in the air, and the flames burning around seemed to melt everything. There were no Han soldiers nearby, and as far as the eye could see, there were all Sun Jianjun's subordinates. Zhao Yue's face was full of sadness, he wiped a handful of tears, wiped the black ash baked out of his face, and rushed over without saying a word.

"Still coming to die, still not surrendering?" The surrounding Sun Jianjun soldiers persuaded with a hint of pity.

But Zhao Yue didn't care about his words at all, between the churning of his wrists, a cold light flashed, and the sword blade wrapped in a huge murderous aura split a person's helmet and slashed straight into that person's brain.

The man's eyes were glazed and expressionless, and the crimson blood slowly trickled down his forehead and flowed between his eyebrows, more and more, and it was unbearable.

Seeing this, the surrounding Sun Jianjun couldn't take pity on Zhao Yue anymore, and they stepped forward one after another and fought with Zhao Yue. Zhao Yue held the sword in his right hand, and picked up a broken weapon handle from the ground with his left hand, slashing left and right, completely putting life and death out of the way. Those bloodshot eyes were undoubtedly full of anger and determination.

Not far away, another team of Sun Jianjun came over, led by a small soldier, he pointed to Zhao Yue's side, and said to the person who looked like a general next to him: "General Han Dang, this is this person, quite brave, isn't it Huaxiong?" ”

Han Dang, who was walking aside, squinted his eyes, looked at it with the help of the firelight, shook his head in disappointment, and said, "This is not Huaxiong, at most he is just a good soldier." ”

After speaking, Han Dang was a little frustrated in his heart, he had just killed the enemy on the other side of the camp, and heard his soldiers say that there was a person who could fight here, as if there was a general with a head and a face opposite, Han Dang followed the soldiers to come, but he didn't expect it to be just an unknown soldier.

The soldier was puzzled and said reluctantly: "But general, he is really desperate, not like ordinary people." ”

When Han Dang heard this, he looked at Zhao Yue's moves carefully, and then said to the person beside him: "The reason why you feel difficult when fighting him is because his swordsmanship is different from the ordinary drill movements on the school field, but more like the scattered moves of a ranger. ”

Han Dang clasped his hands on his chest, stood from a distance and watched, and then explained to the soldiers: "You see, although his moves look very powerful, but in fact, he has not yet practiced at home, according to this level, at most, he is only a military marquis under Hua Xiong, or a military horse, and it is absolutely impossible to be a general." ”

Hearing this, Han Dang's soldiers all responded to the side and said, "General Han Gaojian, I hope that General Han will show his martial arts!" ”

Han Dang smiled, took a spear from the hand of the soldier next to him, tried it lightly, and then said, "Okay, let you see my martial arts today!" ”

With that, Han Dang rushed into the group of people surrounding Zhao Yue with a spear.

In fact, when he just chose weapons, Han Dang also left room for him, he was good at arching horses, and this kind of thing was not his strong point. But as the old saying goes, "an inch is long, an inch is strong", so Han Dang made a conservative choice.

Zhao Yue was fighting hard, although his legs and back were bruised, but there was no major problem, but he gradually found that the soldiers who were fighting with him had already given way to the surroundings, and there was only one person standing in front of him, wearing exquisite armor, bright green battle robes, and a copper helmet, who seemed to be a general.

This person is Han Dang, and when his soldiers saw the general personally going out, they all stepped aside to watch the heads-up between the two.

"Boy," the flames burned around, and Han said to Zhao Yue with a smug face: "I see that your swordsmanship is good, the two of us will compete against each other, if you win, I will let you go; If you lose, then blame your life, how about it? ”

Zhao Yue was so tired that she gasped, and when she heard this, she didn't react. He grabbed the somewhat curly bladed sword with a trembling hand and rushed towards Han Dang.

"Bell!"

Han Dang stood in place, blocking Zhao Yue's sword with the tip of his spear from a long distance, and said a little provocatively: "You kid, you start fighting without saying a word, are you dumb?" ”

Zhao Yue was not dumb, he just didn't want to talk much, Liu Zheng's death had too much impact on his spirit. At this time, he wanted to do everything, even fighting to die, but he didn't want to wait for death in vain, because in that case, it would humiliate Liu Zheng, who taught him swordsmanship.

"Sure enough, it's a mute." Seeing that Zhao Yue was deaf to his provocation, Han Dang chose to take the initiative, took a few steps forward, and stabbed Zhao Yue with a spear.

Zhao Yue saw that the spear was stabbed, so he used the sword in his hand to block, but after several exchanges, Zhao Yue was almost suppressed by the long-handled weapon and couldn't get close to Han Dang's body. There was a burst of cheers around them, and it was Han Dang's soldiers applauding their general's outstanding performance.

Han Dang was smiling like this, playing with Zhao Yue wantonly. In less than ten rounds, Zhao Yue had a few more wounds on his body, all of which were stabbed by spears, but Han Dang skillfully avoided the vital point, so Zhao Yue was still able to fight.

"Brother Changjiao!"

Not far away, a group of people and horses were like divine soldiers, and suddenly killed here, and a familiar voice broke out in the crowd.

It was Cao Ping's shout, which Zhao Yue knew very well in his heart, and when he heard this voice, he fell to the ground as if relieved, and he only felt weak and weak.

It turned out that Sun Jianjun came to attack the camp, and the main general Hua Xiong went out of the tent to assemble the team, but found that the army was disheartened and lawless. And at this moment, the thousands of people brought by Huaxiong were the old and weak soldiers who were stationed in the Tiger Prison Pass before.

Although the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is uneven, there are also thousands of them. Even if Sun Jian's army could not be defeated, it would be easy to protect the soldiers who were still besieged in the camp by Sun Jian's army to return safely!

"Han Dangxiaoer, what kind of ability is it to bully a soldier in our army, compete with me Huaxiong!"

There were still a few steps away from Han Dang, Hua Xiong shouted on his horse, and when he got closer, he jumped off his horse again, and ran quickly towards Han Dang in the way of running on foot, a long knife dragged on the ground, making a series of piercing sounds.

Seeing this, Han Dang was taken aback, he really didn't expect that the other party still had a thousand people to fight. At this moment, he couldn't help but regret in his heart, regretting that he did not gather with Sun Jian and Sun Ce's two route armies, but was confused for a while and chose to fight alone.

But regret is useless, it's too late, Hua Xiong's knife has already been chopped over, Han Dang can only fight with a gun, and don't forget to let his soldiers go to the other two ways to steal the camp in the army to report the news.

Although the new soldiers on the battlefield were weak, they were large in number, and they quickly suppressed this area. Cao Ping rushed to Zhao Yue's side desperately, helped him up, and then blinked a pair of eyes, taking care of the gray of his face, and asked with concern: "Brother Changjiao, how are you, it's okay, don't scare me!" ”

Zhao Yue shook his head silently, stood up with difficulty, and whispered with sadness on his face: "Liu Junhou died in battle......

After Cao Ping heard this, his face also showed an expression of disbelief, but when he saw Liu Zheng's body lying on the ground on the side, he had to accept the reality.

Cao Ping's heart was very sad, but he was also very sensible, he knew that he couldn't stimulate Zhao Yue anymore now, otherwise Zhao Yue was very likely to have a nervous breakdown.

"It's okay, Brother Changjiao, this is war, didn't you teach me, war will always die." Cao Ping said lightly, but he still held back the tears in his eyes and the grief in his heart, barely squeezed out a smiling face, and then pretended to be happy to relieve Zhao Yue.