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

Gongsun Ao saw the figure under the dragon flag, roared like a beast, and rushed forward desperately.

"Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm will only lead to one's own destruction!" Chu Ning sneered and swung the sword in his hand.

The elite Chu imperial guards around him immediately rushed forward like a solid wall, and collided fiercely with the remnants of Gongsun Ao!

This is a battle without any suspense.

The soldiers led by Chu Ning were all carefully selected from hundreds of miles away. They were well-equipped and had high morale.

Gongsun Ao's subordinates were already at the end of their strength and were only able to survive by relying on their blood.

Swords collided, blood and flesh flew everywhere!

The Han soldiers were like waves crashing against rocks, constantly shattering and falling. But they continued to fight, one after another, fulfilling their oath with their lives.

Chu Ning didn't even take action himself, but just stood in the formation and gave orders indifferently.

His eyes occasionally swept over Gongsun Ao, who was rushing left and right in the chaotic army like a madman, as if he was watching a drama with a predetermined ending.

After fighting for about an incense stick of time, there were only a few soldiers left around Gongsun Ao.

He himself was covered with dozens of wounds and turned into a bloody man. His movements became extremely slow and he was completely supported by his will.

Finally, a Chu general found an opportunity and pierced his horse's abdomen with a spear! The horse fell to the ground with a whine, throwing Gongsun Ao to the ground.

Before he could get up, four or five sharp spears had already pressed against his whole body from different directions, nailing him to the ground.

Chu Ning then slowly rode his horse and came in front of Gongsun Ao, looking down at this Han general who was loyal to the last moment.

Gongsun Ao raised his head with difficulty. His blood-stained face was filled with unyielding anger. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out.

There was no trace of pity in Chu Ning's eyes, only the indifference of an emperor. He waved his hand gently.

A knight of the Chu army raised his sword and swung it down.

A cold light flashed, and a head with wide-open eyes rolled to the ground.

Gongsun Ao, the last loyal and brave general of the Han Dynasty, died on the battlefield, fulfilling his promise to leave the country.

With the death of Gongsun Ao, the remaining Han army responsible for covering the rear was completely crushed by the Chu army and annihilated.

Chu Ning didn't even glance at the corpse. He turned his horse's head and looked in the direction where Huo Quji was breaking out. His tone was indifferent:

"Send a message to Zhao Yu. I want to hear the news as soon as possible."

The morning light completely illuminated the earth, and the sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided, leaving only the noise of the Chu army cleaning up the battlefield and the thick and indelible smell of blood.

This carefully planned encirclement and annihilation campaign seemed to be finally coming to an end.

At this moment, the fighting situation on the southeast side of the battlefield was particularly brutal.

The main force of the Han army, led by veteran general Cheng Bu, was originally attacking the flank of the Chu army with unstoppable force, trying to join forces with Huo Quji at the core.

However, he never expected that the fierce general Ran Ming of the Chu army would come like a god from heaven, leading a fresh and strong force to stab him from the most vulnerable right rear!

Ran Ming's bald head was shiny and particularly conspicuous in the interplay of morning light and firelight.

He was only wearing a thick iron-studded leather armor on his upper body, with his thick arms exposed, his muscles knotted and veins bulging, like the Vajra Arhat in the temple.

The exaggerated giant mace in his hand brought up a heart-pounding evil wind every time he swung it, and it was covered with blood, flesh and broken bones.

"Hahahaha! So happy! So happy!"

Ran Ming let out a wild laugh like thunder, and wherever his warhorse passed, there was no one who could match him!

Under the sweep of the mace, the Han army's shields shattered like paper, the spears were easily broken, and the soldiers were like being hit by a sledgehammer, with broken bones and tendons, flying backwards, either dead or disabled!

He doesn't need any sophisticated moves at all, it's purely absolute strength and violent crushing!

The Chu cavalry he led were as fierce as wolves and tigers. With the unmatched fierceness of their commander, they frantically tore and cut the Han army's formation.

The Han army suffered a sudden heavy blow, its flanks collapsed instantly, panic spread like a plague, the entire offensive momentum was completely interrupted, and it fell into an extremely passive and chaotic situation.

"Don't panic! Form a formation! Spearmen, hold on! Sword and shieldmen, move closer to me!"

The old general Cheng Bu, with his hair and beard standing on end, tried to stabilize the situation with all his might.

He knew very well that if the formation was completely broken up by Ran Ming, a massacre would be waiting for them.

However, his cries were soon drowned out by the deafening shouts and howls of pain.

Ran Ming’s goal is very clear - capture the leader first!

His eyes, like copper bells, had already locked onto the "Cheng" flag in the army.

"You old bastard! Give me your life!"

Ran Ming roared, kicked his horse's belly hard, and ignored the spears stabbing at him from all directions. Like a mad elephant, he rushed straight towards Cheng Bu's central army flag!

He swung his mace left and right, smashing the Han soldiers who tried to stop him, along with their weapons, into pieces, and carved a bloody path!

When Cheng Bu saw the killing god rushing towards him, his pupils shrank, but there was no fear on his face.

He is also a veteran of the battlefield and knows that there is no escape at this moment!

He suddenly drew his sword and shouted to his guards, "Follow me to meet the enemy! Kill this beast!"

"Protect the general!"

Cheng Bu's personal soldiers were all veterans of hundreds of battles. They immediately formed a battle formation and tried to block Ran Ming with a dense array of guns.

"Go away!"

Ran Ming roared wildly, and swept through the army with his mace with great force!

The first few bodyguards were knocked back with their guns, and a gap appeared in the gun formation instantly!

The warhorse neighed, and Ran Ming took the opportunity to rush in!

The last few guards around Cheng Bu rushed forward desperately, and their swords and knives chopped on Ran Ming's horse and armor, making clanging sounds, but they failed to cause fatal injuries. Instead, Ran Ming smashed them into a pulp with a few sticks!

In the blink of an eye, Ran Ming rushed to Cheng Bu's horse!

"Old man, die!"

There was a bloodthirsty light in Ran Ming's eyes, and he smashed the huge mace down on Cheng Bu's head with the force of a mountain!

This attack contained all of his brute force, and the speed was astonishingly fast, with a shrill sound!

Cheng Bu knew that he was far inferior to his opponent in strength, so he did not dare to take the attack head-on. He pulled the reins suddenly, and the warhorse cleverly took a step back to the side and rear.

At the same time, he swung the sword in his hand diagonally upwards, trying to use his clever strength to deflect the fatal blow.

"clang--!"

A deafening bang!

The sword and stick collided, sparks flying!

Cheng Bu only felt an irresistible force coming from the sword, his knuckles instantly cracked, blood gushed out, and his entire right arm was numb from the shock. The sword that had been with him for many years was actually smashed to the point of being bent and deformed, and flew out of his hand!

"Puff!" The huge impact force made Cheng Bu's internal organs seem to shift. He couldn't help but mouthful of blood spurt out, and his body was shaking.

Ran Ming took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. The moment he retracted the mace, he made another extremely swift attack, and the thick head of the mace hit Cheng Bu's chest hard!

At this time, Cheng Bu had used up all his old strength and had not yet regained his new strength. He had no way of dodging and could only watch helplessly as the terrifying weapon covered with spikes rapidly enlarged before his eyes!

"boom!!"

A loud thud so dull it made your teeth ache!

The mace hit Cheng Bu's chest and abdomen hard!

The heavy armor dented and shattered in an instant, and the terrifying force penetrated into the body!

Cheng Bu's body flew backwards from the horse's back like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground several feet away, stirring up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to raise his head, but all that came out of his mouth was blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His eyes quickly dimmed, and finally his head tilted and he died.

This veteran who had fought for the Han Dynasty all his life finally shed his blood on the battlefield.