(In the past two days, I have dealt with a little bit of things, and I will draw time code words on the road, and I will resume normal updates when I go home tomorrow.) ）

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Dangerous!

Zhao Futu retreated almost instinctively at that moment, holding the Desert Eagle in his hand and shooting one after another, all the bullets hit the black-faced fat and strong general who suddenly changed in front of him, but the other party's body seemed to have broken through a certain limit all of a sudden, and all the bullets shot by Zhao Futu were stuck in the muscle layer, and at a glance it looked like a nail nailed into the wood, and he could see the tail of the bullet sandwiched in the muscle.

You don't even need surgery for such a wound, you can just take a clip and get all those bullets out!

"Jingle Bell!"

The black face was fat and fat and there was a strange flush on his face, and the light in his eyes suddenly brightened a little, it looked as if it was a return to the light, and the weakening of various wounds on his body was also invalid for a while, he took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and the muscles of his whole body tensed and squirmed, and squeezed out all the bullets that had entered his body.

Then, with a low roar, he grabbed a Yellow Turban Sergeant as a meat shield and held it in front of him, and then slammed into the crowd.

His strength is astonishing!

The nearly 1,000 people surrounded him in a dense manner, and his collision caused a chain reaction, and then twenty or thirty people were knocked to the ground by him. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the Yellow Turban Army that surrounded him. But at this time, the black-faced fat and fierce general had no intention of leaving, he completely locked on Zhao Futu with extremely hateful eyes, and rushed directly towards him who was on the periphery.

It is impossible for the nightmare space to be resurrected in a full state for no reason, although the black-faced fat general suddenly activated the so-called general soul, but the injuries he received before are still there, and the blood flowing out of his body is still there, at this moment, the black-faced fat general seems to be mighty, but in fact, Zhao Futu estimates that he is just holding his last breath and borrowing a force to burst out!

At this time, you must not be able to fight him.

Zhao Futu fought and retreated, using the crowd to fight with him in guerrilla warfare, although the black-faced fat general was amazing at the moment, but after all, he was just one person, even if he smashed more than a thousand heads all the way to watermelons one by one, he would have to waste half an hour, as long as he didn't run, Zhao Futu had energy and he would consume it. Moreover, at this moment, although he is domineering and exposed, he has no enemies under his hands, but he is not Ultraman, let alone Transformers, although a knife slashing at his body will be blocked by the terrifying muscle layer, but it will also be injured and bleed.

Zhao Futu didn't believe it!

The fierce general in front of him can still not die after the blood is dry.

………………

However, at this moment, the morale of those Yellow Turban soldiers is almost depleted.

Although Zhao Futu coerced and lured them several times to boost their morale, but the black-faced fat and fierce general was like a hellish ghost at this moment, covered in blood, but still brave and unparalleled, killing those Yellow Turban soldiers killed and injured countless people, at first they may still have the idea of relying on the number of people to kill him, but now they are already a little timid. It's been almost a quarter of an hour, and the black-faced fat and fierce general is obviously about to run out, but for some reason, he suddenly became mighty again, and those Yellow Turban soldiers were already a little afraid, if it weren't for their own numbers completely crushing their opponents, they would have fled because of fear.

There is no way, Zhao Futu can only use the last killer move!

I saw him wave his hand violently, and immediately ordered his personal guards to pounce, and then shouted at the already timid Yellow Turban Army: "This person is Dong Zhuo!" This time he was defeated by the commander of the Han army under the great sage and good teacher! Don't let him escape! ”

"Take Dong Zhuo, the great sage and good teacher will be rewarded!"

At this moment, more than a dozen Yellow Turban wrestlers who wore stubborn and sharp clothes also joined the battle, and they led a team of men and horses to surround the black-faced fat general, and then roared angrily: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky! ”

"Take Dong Zhuo's head! Give the Yellow Turban Army a sacrifice flag! ”

"Take Dong Zhuo's head! Great sages and good teachers will be rewarded! ”

………………

Dong Zhuo?!

The Yellow Turban soldiers around them were suddenly shocked, and then their already retreating steps stepped back in a ghostly manner. They have heard of this guy's name, it is said that the imperial court sent troops to encircle and suppress them, and at first sent a person named Lu Zhi, this Lu Zhi was not the opponent of the great virtuous and good teacher, and suffered a defeat under the hands of the great virtuous and good teacher, so the imperial court sent a person named Dong Zhuo.

Could it be the person in front of you?

As soon as they thought of this, their hearts were on fire, this was the general of the imperial court, his head was not comparable to that of ordinary generals, it was completely first-class value!

If you win this person, what kind of reward will the great sage and good teacher give?

There are also well-informed people in the Yellow Turban Army, and some people have heard that Dong Zhuo is a black-faced and fat general, and at this moment, after a comparison, they immediately feel that this person is likely to be the Dong Zhuo who commands the army!

As a result, the Yellow Turban Army, who had just had the idea of retreating, rushed forward again.

………………

Actually, it doesn't matter whether the general in front of him is Dong Zhuo or not, the important point is that Zhao Futu must make those Yellow Turbans believe that he is that Dong Zhuo. As long as they believe that the person in front of them is Dong Zhuo, then they will not run away so easily, because the reward that Zhao Futu can give them is limited, but the reward given to them by the great sage and good teacher is immeasurable, if the Yellow Turban Army can really succeed in the rebellion, this credit will be enough for them to be overshadowed by future generations.

According to Zhao Futu's estimate, this person should not be Dong Zhuo, for no other reason, Dong Zhuo's force value is also very high, it must be much higher than Bao Xin, but the black-faced fat general in front of him is at most a little more powerful than Bao Xin, unlike the legendary Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhongying, who is so brave and violent that the Qiang people in the state dare not have the slightest distraction!

Besides, Dong Zhuo was defeated and had been rescued by Liu Guanzhang and the others, so there was no reason why they could still meet him halfway.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes......

There were more and more wounds on the black-faced fat general's body, and the severe blood loss made his movements more and more sluggish, and his strength became weaker and weaker. Zhao Futu had already used up all the ammunition on his body, although he knew that the other party was on the verge of death, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. The black-faced fat general is obviously holding the posture of dying with him, how dare he take another risk at this moment, in case he has a weird outburst again?

Finally!

When Zhao Futu picked up a military crossbow and hit him in the chest, the arrow was no longer stuck in the muscle layer, but shot directly into his heart, and the black-faced fat and fierce general couldn't help but let out a roar full of unwillingness, and then seemed to exhaust the last trace of strength, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground. The invisible golden light behind him vibrated violently, and then a special force locked Zhao Futu's body, and then emitted from his body as the center to firmly lock that golden light!

His private space suddenly shook, and when the shaking stopped, a golden ball of light like a star condensed into it.

Then, a series of prompts sounded in the Nightmare Space:

"Contractor No. 1013 kills the historical general Dong Min! …… The historical famous Dong Min is Dong Zhuo's younger brother, and the contractor will be locked by Dong Zhuo's hatred, and the hatred value is locked to the highest value, which is irreversible and unchangeable! ……”

"Contractor No. 1013 kills the historical general Dong Min, gets 3000 survival points, 10 merit points, two-star general soul (Dong Min) *1, and a silver equipment key."

"The contractor gains 3,000 points of reputation for the Yellow Turban Army, and the reputation of the Yellow Turban Army of the contractor reaches respect, and he will automatically gain the favor of the corresponding Yellow Turban Army plot characters, and the prestige of the Han Army camp will be greatly reduced! Since the contractor defeats the historical general on the battlefield, he will receive 500 points of prestige for the famous generals of the Three Kingdoms, and the contractor's pseudonym 'Huangshi' will gain the reputation of a third-rate military general, which will be spread in the Jizhou region of the original plane. ”

………………

At the same time, all the contractors also received a spatial prompt:

"A certain contractor completes a hidden mission to obtain the soul of the general, the main line of this battlefield mission has been completed, and the battlefield space will end in half a month ahead of schedule! …… A certain contractor completes a hidden mission to obtain the soul of the general, and the main line of this battlefield mission is completed, and the battlefield space will end early in half a month! …… A certain contractor completes a hidden mission to obtain the soul of the general, and the main line of this battlefield mission is completed, and the battlefield space will end early in half a month! ”

This red line of words was prompted three times before disappearing, and all the contractors couldn't help but be stunned when they heard it, and then many people cursed fiercely!

Near Wancheng.

Six or seven strange people in strange costumes gathered in a corner of the Han army camp, and one of them, a thin white-faced man with a cold complexion, looked at the others, gritted his teeth and said: "We risked our lives to sneak into Wancheng, killed two and seriously injured five, and finally killed Zhao Hong, the commander of the Yellow Turban Qu!" But in addition to giving us 9,000 survival points, a golden key, and more than 30 meritorious points, the nightmare space has not seen a single one! ”

"But why would someone else kill a garbage historical general casually and be able to obtain the soul of the general one step ahead of us? Zhao Hong is surrounded by Yellow Turban wrestlers and Yellow Turban Warlocks, and it can be said that he is one of the most difficult generals to kill at this stage. Why is it that someone has obtained the soul before us? ”

The emaciated white-faced man with a gloomy face snorted coldly, "Have you really gathered information in advance?!" ”

………………

For a while, whether it was the Yellow Turban Army camp or the Han camp, those contractors were all thinking about it.