Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the battlefield crimson.

Chu Ning sat upright on his warhorse, watching coldly as Liu Che led the last 500 remaining soldiers to charge.

Although these Han army soldiers were covered in blood, they still held up the tattered military flags, with a determination to die in their eyes.

"At this point, you still want to resist?"

Chu Ning's lips curled up in a cruel arc, and his gilded wristband shone coldly in the sunset:

"In that case, I will let you experience what despair is."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ning urged his horse to gallop out.

The silver spear in his hand drew a bloody arc in the setting sun, and the cold light at the tip of the spear stung everyone's eyes.

The black cloak behind him fluttered like the wings of the god of death.

"Hahaha! That feels great!" Ran Ming's eyes turned red with excitement when he saw this, and he wiped the blood off his face with his rough big hands.

"General Zhao Yu, I want to compete with you to see who can kill more people!"

The spear in his hand had long been soaked in blood, and the blood groove on the blade was constantly dripping with dark red liquid.

Zhao Yu's silver armor was stained with blood. He laughed out loud upon hearing this: "I couldn't ask for more!"

He flicked his wrist, and the silver spear immediately emitted seven spear flowers. "Today, let me see who is faster, General Ran's spear, or my silver spear!"

Both of them were generals of the Chu State and were very familiar with each other's martial arts, but on the battlefield, neither of them wanted to admit defeat.

At this point in the battle, the outcome can be said to have been decided, and both men are eager to compete with each other.

At the same time, the Chu army's cavalry let out earth-shaking shouts, and the sound of their horses' hooves shook the earth like thunder.

The heavy cavalrymen at the front held their lances horizontally, and the sharp lance tips formed a wall of death.

The light cavalry on both sides drew their bows and arrows, and shot at the remaining Han army like locusts.

"For the big man!"

Liu Che held up the Tai'a sword high, and the inscription on the sword shone brightly in the setting sun.

The five hundred Han soldiers roared their last, knowing they would die but still resolutely facing the steel torrent.

The moment the two torrents collided, the entire battlefield was shaken.

The long spear in Chu Ning's hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and he knocked three Han soldiers away with one spear.

Ran Ming's spear turned into a bloody whirlwind, sending broken limbs and arms flying wherever it passed.

Zhao Yu's silver spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and every strike accurately pierced the enemy's throat.

The battle was extremely brutal.

An old Han soldier was pierced through the abdomen by a horse lance, but he held on to the lance tightly, creating an opportunity for his companions to kill the enemy.

The young Han army captain had his legs cut off, but he still used his sword to support his body and continued fighting.

Even the seriously injured soldiers who fell to the ground had to use their last bit of strength to hold on to the legs of the Chu army's horses.

The setting sun gradually sank to the west, but the sounds of fighting became more and more brutal.

The land was soaked in blood and the fallen bodies piled up like mountains.

This decisive battle, destined to go down in history, is writing its final chapter in the most tragic way.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the battlefield crimson.

Liu Che knelt on one knee, with the Taia sword in his hand deeply inserted into the soil, supporting his shaky body.

The blood flowed slowly along the inscriptions on the sword, forming a small stream of blood on the cracked ground.

"I don't understand..."

Liu Che raised his head with difficulty, but the eyes on his bloodstained face were still as sharp as a knife.

"Why can you see through my plan?"

His voice was horribly hoarse, and every word he spoke was frothed with blood. "General Zhou Yu and I are the only ones who know about this self-torture scheme!"

Chu Ning walked forward slowly, his black combat boots making a sticky sound as they stepped on the pool of blood.

He looked down at his former rival condescendingly, the moonlight shining on his stern face, casting a deep shadow.

"Actually, it's not difficult to find out." Chu Ning's voice was terrifyingly calm.

Liu Che's pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood-stained fingers unconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword.

Chu Ning slowly raised his hand, his gilded wristband gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "Zhou Yu is a famous general of your Chu State, the commander of the navy."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "At this time of great war, you suddenly changed the commander in the middle of the battle. Anyone would be suspicious!"

Liu Che's body trembled violently, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

"And you..."

Chu Ning took a step forward, staring at Liu Che with hawk-like eyes: "In order to make this seem believable, they actually wanted to kill his entire family."

He sneered: "This has aroused my suspicion even more."

The night wind suddenly became cold, blowing away the bloody smell on the battlefield.

Liu Che's lips trembled, but no sound came out.

"So from the beginning..."

Chu Ning suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Liu Che's throat: "I don't believe that Zhou Yu's claim that the Fu Ship was not completed was dismissed and taken back to be beheaded by you!"

Liu Che suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar, which contained endless regret and unwillingness.

He staggered to his feet, the Taia sword flashing its last cold light in the moonlight.

Blood continued to seep out from the gaps in his armor, but he stood straight.

"I don't mind losing to you!"

Liu Che's voice suddenly calmed down, carrying the last bit of imperial dignity: "But as the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, I must die the way an emperor should."

He pointed his sword at Chu Ning, his eyes burning with the final fighting spirit: "Do you dare to fight me alone?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Yu twitched his silver spear, pointing it directly at Liu Che. "You are but a lone man. Why should His Majesty fight you alone?"

"It doesn't matter."

Chu Ning raised his hand to stop him, slowly took off his golden helmet and handed it to the attendant: "I will personally kill him."

He took off his cloak, revealing the dark-colored armor underneath. "Today, I will let you know what it means to be a True Dragon Emperor!"

As for his opponent Liu Che, Chu Ning felt that he should be given a decent death.

After all, he is the king of a country, and if I have to die, I can only die in his hands!

Upon hearing this, Liu Che smiled grimly and suddenly exerted force. The Taia sword drew a bloody arc and went straight for Chu Ning's throat!

"clang!"

The sparks from the collision of metal were particularly dazzling in the night.

The decisive battle between the two emperors officially began on this battlefield littered with corpses.

Every time the weapons clash, dazzling sparks fly, and every time they dodge and move, everyone's heart is moved.

After thirty rounds, Liu Che's offensive gradually slowed down.

Chu Ning seized the opportunity and pierced Liu Che's chest accurately with the Dragon Roar Spear like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Blood gushed out from the blood groove on the gun, forming a sad and beautiful blood rainbow in the moonlight.

"Uh..." Liu Che's pupils began to dilate, but a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He used up his last bit of strength and threw the Taia sword towards Chu Ning.

Chu Ning dodged sideways, and the long sword was deeply inserted into the ground behind him, and the hilt was still trembling.

Chu Ning slowly pulled out his spear, and Liu Che's body fell down like a puppet with its strings cut.

He picked up the Tai'a sword, swung it down, and cut off the head of the Han emperor.

When the head was raised high, the waning moon had just risen to the zenith, marking the end of this epic decisive battle.