Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

Under the huge reward, the soldiers who were originally a little afraid and hesitant finally rushed towards Zhou Zheng again regardless of everything.

The sound of killing and shouting was resounding throughout the sky.

Looking at the imperial elite who were releasing their crazy fighting spirit again, Zhou Zheng's hawk-like eyes suddenly shrank, and the powerful fighting spirit burst out again.

laugh!

Suddenly, a young general from the imperial court, holding a spear and with a ferocious face, rushed towards Zhou Zheng through the crowd.

The shot was so sudden and unexpected that no one even noticed it.

This young player lay dormant for a long time and waited for a long time before he found a perfect opportunity in the chaotic situation.

The spears were like rainbows and murderous aura was everywhere. Even Zhou Ping, who was not far away, suddenly woke up. Unfortunately, due to the short distance, it was too late to rush to help.

He could only watch as the man stabbed Zhou Zheng in the chest with a spear.

If he was hit by a bullet, even if Zhou Zheng had soft armor protecting his body, he would probably die here today.

After all, once an injury occurs on the battlefield, the risk level increases exponentially.

damn it!

With an angry curse, Zhou Ping turned his head hastily. At this moment, he could no longer care about too much. Even though he knew it was too late, he had to try his best to rush to Zhou Zheng and protect him.

However, this sure shot was caught by Zhou Zheng's peripheral vision.

Zhou Zheng snorted coldly, and suddenly swept his palm across the horse's back. He jumped up and hit Thomas, spinning around, drawing a circular arc on the horse's back, and then dodged the fatal blow.

The beautiful and almost perfect body movements made the young player who was confident of victory just now suddenly stand still.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to meet Zhou Zheng's eyes, who had landed on his horse again. However, this glance was filled with a chilling aura and a deathly aura that emanated from hell, which made him shiver.

The young general seemed to have his entire soul grasped, and he stood there in a daze.

Unfortunately, Zhou Zheng didn't even give him the chance to be dazed.

He turned around and attacked with a sudden counterattack, and the inky black spear instantly pierced the young general's throat.

In an instant, the young general who was so excited just now had red cheeks, blood oozing from his eyes, and scarlet blood kept coming out of the corners of his mouth. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word. Then his body softened and he turned into one of the countless white bones on the yellow sand land.

This time, the soldiers, who had been enthusiastic about the attack, felt their hearts sink again.

They stared at Zhou Zheng in a daze, their bodies unconsciously stepping back a little.

Zhou Ping, who had also rushed to Zhou Zheng's side at this time, also breathed a sigh of relief, but the vigilance in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Zhou Zheng almost had an accident because of his carelessness just now.

If Zhou Zheng died on the battlefield because of his improper protection, then he, Zhou Ping, would be the biggest sinner.

Zhou Zheng didn't care about these things. Instead, he stared coldly at the young general who had just tried to attack him. His eyes were cold, and then he snorted coldly: "It seems that after a long time, the world has forgotten my reputation."

The voice was still very cold, even with a hint of indifference.

But the bloodshed and boundless arrogance in it made everyone present feel a tingling sensation on their scalp.

Is this Zhou Zheng? !

The former god of war did not lose any strength after ascending to the throne.

With a casual move, you can kill soldiers, and with a little adjustment, you can kill a young general in one move.

Unless one is a genius, how many people in the world can be Zhou Zheng's opponent in a one-on-one situation?!

Some people wanted to try to shoot a sneak attack, but unfortunately, in this crowded battlefield and close combat, they had no chance to do so.

Some people want to rush in, but find that in the face of countless overwhelming temptations, they cannot resist the fear of death in their hearts.

"Today, let me, Zhou Zheng, kill him, set the entire battlefield ablaze once again, and soar into the sky!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Zheng seemed to be muttering to himself, and also seemed to be talking to Zhou Pingtou beside him.

He mounted his warhorse again, carrying his spear, and charged into the bloody battlefield once again.

Seeing this arrogant and defiant figure, Zhou Ping felt a little crazy and quickly followed.

As for the 3,000 elite vanguards at the beginning, they were all core members of the Zhenbei Army who had been on the battlefield for a long time. They were accustomed to life-and-death battles and had experienced countless bloody battles. How could they tarnish their reputation at this time?

For a moment, an extremely strange scene appeared on the entire battlefield.

Zhou Zheng took the lead, leading Zhou Ping and three thousand core elite soldiers of the Zhenbei Army, and charged into the 300,000-strong imperial army.

Their fighting power is extremely strong, whether it is Zhou Zheng or the elite troops behind him.

It is no exaggeration to say that one can defeat ten, and when they unite, they have an astonishing power.

Corpses littered the battlefield one after another.

Smears of blood spilled across the sky.

The pungent smell of blood enveloped the entire battlefield, and the sound of killing was shocking, like hell reopened. However, all of this did not make Zhou Zheng feel the slightest panic or fear, not even the slightest fear. Instead, it made the blood in his body boil even more violently.

That familiar feeling made him want to kill everyone.

"Boss, we've already separated from the main force."

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe half an hour, or maybe even longer.

The mechanical slaughter had left Zhou Ping covered in blood, and he even had a number of injuries. But he didn't care at all, because at this moment, the people on the battlefield had already been bloodthirsty and had no time to care about anything else. They were already crazy.

However, Zhou Ping still retained a touch of rationality.

Looking back, apart from his own elite troops, all he could see were the elite troops of the imperial court.

They could no longer even see Shi Sui, Yan Pan and the others.

In other words, the vanguard led by Zhou Zheng had lost contact with the main force and had been forcibly separated by the elite troops of the imperial court.

Zhou Ping was not afraid of death, and never even thought about returning alive.

However, he also discovered that the several thousand elite Zhenbei Army soldiers who had followed him had also suffered heavy losses.

Although they are strong, brave, and fearless of life and death, they are still mortals after all.

It’s unknown when it started, but some elite soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have been killed in battle.

Now, there are only a few hundred people who can still fight around them.

But even so, none of these people were in perfect condition, and none of them were not covered in blood.

They charged all the way and almost killed their way through the camp of 300,000 troops with only 3,000 men. This battle alone was enough to make them famous throughout the world.

However, people will eventually run out of strength.

These elite soldiers were breathing heavily and their bodies were shaking. It was obvious that they had reached their limit.

This made Zhou Ping clearer than anyone else that these elite troops could not hold on for much longer.

But looking around, these elite soldiers of the imperial court showed fear and panic in their eyes, but also excitement and madness.

The further back you go, the more obvious the strong desire in their eyes becomes.

Kill Zhou Zheng, make him king and prime minister, and hide him for eternity!

What an honor.

Just as the Prime Minister said, their 300,000 people are enough to wipe out Zhou Zheng.

With corpses scattered all over the ground, Zhou Ping no longer had the leisure to distinguish between teammates and enemies.

He had only one thought, that the situation seemed to be out of control.

"Is it?"

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment, looking around with a cold gaze.

At this time, he also realized that he and hundreds of elite soldiers behind him had already been surrounded.

"Are you afraid?"

Suddenly, Zhou Zheng's unexpected words surprised the soldiers behind him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

There was not a single coward present.

At worst, in eighteen years, I’ll be a hero again.

very good!

Seeing everyone like this, Zhou Zheng refocused his gaze again, and then a ghostly smile appeared on his face.

"it's time."

His words made Zhou Ping stunned.

Obviously, he didn't understand what Zhou Zheng meant.

However, these are not important to Zhou Ping, because he has only one goal from beginning to end, which is to follow Zhou Zheng.

The kind of following that will last through life and death.

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