As Guan Hai stood on the top of the city, there were also loopholes in the city wall he climbed. It's like the originally well-defended array, suddenly mixed in with an outlier, and the gap is naturally exposed. It's like a rat poop falling into a porridge, if you don't pick out this rat feces, then no matter how hungry you are, you will definitely not be able to put your mouth in your mouth.

Guan Hai was such a rat droppings, and from the moment he climbed to the top of the city, he stood firmly on the city wall and did not move. And during the time he ascended to the top of the city, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who followed closely behind him became more rat feces in this pot of porridge. That's right, in the eyes of the Han army defending the city, they are rat feces, rat feces that can spoil a pot of porridge.

So, be sure to drive them off the city, or, kill them!

Guan Hai's knife slashed heavily at the blade of a Han soldier who was running towards him, and the soldier's face instantly turned extremely pale, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood involuntarily spurted out of his mouth. He actually took three steps back, sat down, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then looked at his palm, the entire tiger's mouth had cracked, blood flowed out from the tiger's mouth, and the whole palm trembled uncontrollably.

With a knife, Guan Hai no longer cares whether the person who took his knife is a living person or a dead person, on the battlefield, sometimes there is only one chance to kill, and sometimes more than once, but there is only one life. In the face of the swarming Han soldiers, he did not retreat, but forced a few steps forward.

The piercing sound of weapons colliding sounded, and Guan Hai's knife only used the simplest slash to block each time. Every twist and adjustment of the body is constantly dodging these soldiers or slashing or stabbing weapons, just to better kill the enemy, not just to protect themselves.

Guan Hai let out a muffled snort, and in the body that leaned forward, an extra cold spear head appeared, piercing into his chest, penetrating the armor that was not very good, and blood seeped out from the wound. His face was extremely flat, and he smiled at the Han soldier who was extremely excited, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Die!" With a backhand slash, the knife in his hand slashed with a brilliant light, from the body of the Han soldier whose face was still excited and surprised, from bottom to top. A huge crooked opening appeared in the soldier's body, and blood burst out, falling to the ground with a puddle of internal organs and organs, and the two halves of his body fell to the pool of blood.

Guan Hai can hide, he chooses not to hide. Sometimes, taking a step back means taking many steps back, and the fear of getting hurt means that you will soon get hurt. He never thought that on the battlefield, there was no general who would not have a scar on his body, including him, and the pain of this new injury was nothing more than a scar with only traces and no memory in the future.

As long as you can kill, the fastest killing, the price paid is nothing. Each of his swords was swift as the wind, with a heavy momentum, abandoning the defense and prudence that should be taken. Just because the knife was fast, it was so fast that many Han soldiers were about to die with Guan Hai, but in the end, he had to be sad that the weapon in his hand was only a little missing.

A trace, the distance between life and death, Guan Hai's knife crossed this distance, so it was not him who died.

The backhand pulled out the gun, brought out a pool of blood, the long knife was on the shelf, Guan Hai's right arm trembled violently, the muscles of the whole arm were tense, but the arm couldn't stop sinking, and another long knife hovered in front of his eyes, the cold of the tip of the knife made Guan Hai's eyelids beat uncontrollably.

"Is that you?" Guan Hai raised his head, and he saw the face he had seen when he looked up at the city under the ladder before. His left hand was handed back, and the spear he was holding slid through the palm of his hand, poking out a piece of it, and with a "poof", it stabbed into the chest of a Han soldier who was about to sneak up on Guan Hai.

"Of course it's me!" Zhou She shouted violently, removed the long knife, and the accumulation was completed in an instant, and it was another powerful slash.

The muscles of his hands and arms swelled violently at this time, and they rose inch by inch, stretching off the armor on his body. There is no shame in his heart to attack Guan Hai, Zhou She just wants to kill Guan Hai, no matter what means are used, as long as they can kill Guan Hai, then these means are all good means.

Those who survive are the winners! Those who are remembered are also winners, and as for those who lose, they may be able to survive elsewhere, but here, to die, that is, to die, to have nothing. This is the battlefield! The battlefield where life and death are intertwined is either life or death. Zhou She wants to live, so he can only ask Guan Hai to die!

"Die!"

seemed to see through Zhou She's inner thoughts, but Guan Hai didn't have a sense of threat, some of the blood stains left on his body, some of them were his, some were someone else's, and they were mixed together to make him look very embarrassed. Even the long knife in his hand was in the continuous battle, and there were many small gaps in the blade of the knife when he was slashing with the weapons in the hands of the Han soldiers.

"Qiang". Guan Hai used a knife with one hand to hold the long knife chopped by Zhou She, and the two long knives collided, without giving in, and the piercing sound was deafening.

"Just you?"

The mocking and playful smile on Guan Hai's face became more and more obvious, and with the force of his hand, he forced Zhou She away violently, which can be called the second knife with the help of the right time, place and people.

Zhou She showed a hint of panic, and at that moment, he clearly felt a force stronger than his hands lifting his long knife and causing his body to involuntarily fall backwards. You know, he's holding a knife in both hands! And Guan Hai is just an arm.

"Boom." Guan Hai's swift knife fell, not giving Zhou She any room to retreat, he could only grit his teeth and hold Guan Hai's knife. However, the next moment, Zhou She regretted it! The huge force transmitted from the blade made his arm tremble uncontrollably, and the palms of the two hands holding the hilt could feel that the long knife in his palm was about to escape from his palm at this moment.

The next moment, it's another knife! Guan Hai repeated the attack that Zhou She had done to him before, but it was not the same sneak attack as Zhou She, but it was above board and could not be resisted!

"Boom." There was another piercing sound of blades clashing.

Zhou She's face turned bloody, his mouth was open, his chest was rising and falling, the fame and fortune he had thought about before, and the glory he would get after killing Guan Hai, there was nothing left. All that was left was horror, horror, and a hint of fear of death.

(End of chapter)

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