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

"General!!"

When the surrounding Han soldiers saw their commander killed, they cried out in despair, and their last bit of will to resist collapsed.

Ran Ming pulled out a piece of flesh stuck on the spike of the mace, looked at Cheng Bu's body, and grinned:

"Old fellow, you are quite a man! But it's a pity that you followed the wrong master!"

He raised his mace and roared again: "Cheng Bu is dead! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

The commander-in-chief was killed in battle, and the main force of the Han army was thrown into complete chaos and began to flee in all directions.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Under the desperate protection of his personal guards, Huo Quji finally broke out from the core battle group and was about to break out to the southeast.

But they saw smoke and dust billowing in front of them, and a group of Chu cavalry suddenly appeared like a ghost, blocking their way!

The leading general, wearing silver armor and a white robe, holding a bright silver spear, who else could it be but Zhao Yu?

Zhao Yu stood still with his spear across his shoulders, his eyes cold as he looked at the slightly embarrassed Huo Quji, his voice clear and sharp:

"Duke Protector of the Han Dynasty, this road is blocked. Our emperor has ordered you to stay."

Huo Quji's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

Zhao Yu was blocking his way in front, pursuers were behind, and Ran Ming was slaughtering Cheng Bu's troops on the flank... It seemed that his last way to survive was also completely blocked.

Huo Quji's gaze swept across the Chu cavalry in front of him who were ready for battle and full of murderous intent, and finally stopped at Zhao Yu, who was standing on his horse with a spear in hand and a stern expression.

Looking around again, the shouts and cries of Cheng Bu's defeated troops, the roars of Ran Ming's army, and the footsteps of the pursuers getting closer and closer behind him were like a tightening death noose, making him clearly realize that there was no way out.

He slowly raised his head. The high autumn sun cast a bright but cold light, stinging his bloodshot eyes.

He murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and filled with an indescribable desolation:

"This dazzling skylight... this bright and clear world... perhaps this will be the last time I will see it in my lifetime..."

The despair in his words was only a fleeting moment, and was immediately replaced by an even more intense and determined crazy fighting spirit!

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the last bit of the energy of heaven and earth into his lungs.

A terrifying gleam flashed in his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose, like the final roar of a wounded tiger, echoing in the ears of the remaining Han army:

"But! Even if fate has determined that I, Huo Quji, will die here, even if today is destined to be the anniversary of my death, I will never let Chu Ning get his way! I will never let those Chu dogs get away with it!"

He suddenly raised the already chipped iron spear in his hand and pointed it at Zhao Yu's army. He roared with all his might, "Soldiers of the Han Dynasty! The final moment has come! The time to prove your loyalty and bravery has come!"

"Follow me—kill them! Even on the road to the underworld, I'll take enough people with me!"

"Kill one and you'll break even. Kill two and you'll make a profit! Kill!!"

"kill!!!"

The remaining Han soldiers had already put life and death aside, and were completely ignited by Huo Quji's desperate cry.

They let out earth-shaking roars and followed their commander, like moths to a flame, launching the final and most tragic charge towards the Chu army, which far outnumbered them!

Zhao Yu looked indifferently at the Han army that was surging like a tide, with a hint of contempt on his lips.

"It's just a trapped beast's desperate struggle!"

"Order! All troops, attack! Kill them all, leaving no one alive! Whoever captures Huo Quji's head will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with ten thousand gold!"

"kill!"

The Chu army burst into greedy and fierce shouts, like a black wave, and collided head-on with the Han army's desperate charge!

In an instant, this area turned into the bloodiest Shura field!

Cavalry against cavalry!

The war horses neighed as they crashed into each other fiercely. The huge impact caused the knights and horses in the front row to break bones and tendons at the same time. They fell to the ground screaming, and were then trampled into a pulp by the iron hooves coming from behind!

The saber and the spear collided in the air, splashing dazzling sparks, and every slash and thrust was carried with the determination to die together!

Infantry versus infantry! The soldiers on both sides were like two surging waves, fiercely colliding and strangling each other!

The harsh sound of swords cutting through armor, the dull thud of spears piercing bodies, the wails of the dying, the crazy shouts of killing...all kinds of sounds intertwined into a melody of death.

The Han soldiers knew they had no chance and completely gave up on defense. They only attacked and did not defend. They often used their bodies to resist the swords of the Chu army, just to drive the weapons in their hands into the enemy's chest.

The Chu army, relying on their superior numbers and physical strength, ruthlessly harvested lives. The ground was soon covered with sticky blood and broken limbs, and every step was a slip.

Huo Quji led the troops, like a blood-soaked god of war, wielding his spear like a dragon. Wherever he passed, the Chu soldiers fell to the ground.

But his target wasn't these pawns. His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield and locked onto Zhao Yu, who was still commanding with such composure!

"Zhao Yu! Prepare to die!"

Huo Quji let out a roar and led the last and most elite personal guards, like a sharp knife, rushing towards Zhao Yu's central army flag regardless of everything!

He wants to get rid of this biggest threat to the Han Dynasty in the last moments of his life!

The personal guards used their bodies to block the spears coming from both sides for Huo Quji, and used their lives to pave a path for him.

Huo Quji rushed forward with all his might, and every flash of his spear would take the life of a Chu army officer who tried to stop him.

Zhao Yu quickly realized Huo Quji's intention. He snorted coldly, but instead of retreating, his eyes blazed with fighting intent:

"Want to kill me? I'll just take your head and present it to His Majesty!"

He twirled the bright silver spear in his hand and rode his horse forward to meet him!

"Protect the general!"

Seeing this, Huo Quji's personal soldiers immediately formed a small battle formation, trying to cooperate with Huo Quji to encircle and kill Zhao Yu.

However, they greatly underestimated Zhao Yu's strength, especially his "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" spear technique inherited from a famous teacher!

This spear technique is best suited for group battles, with both offensive and defensive capabilities, and is extremely agile!

Zhao Yu was surrounded but not at all panicked.

The bright silver spear seemed to have life in his hand, sometimes singing like hundreds of birds, and the tip of the spear transformed into countless cold stars, pointing at the vital points of several personal soldiers at the same time.

Sometimes he would spread his wings like a phoenix, swinging his spear in a circle to deflect the weapons attacking from all directions!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"what!"

However, in just three quarters of an hour, all the loyal and highly skilled personal soldiers around Huo Quji were killed by Zhao Yu with just one spear, as easy as cutting melons and vegetables!

Zhao Yu himself only had slightly rapid breathing, sweat on his forehead, and some physical strength depleted, but he was not hurt at all!

Huo Quji looked at the last fallen soldier beside him, then looked at Zhao Yu who was still as vigorous as ever. His expression instantly became extremely gloomy and ugly, and a huge feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart:

"How...how could this happen?! His marksmanship...is so terrifying!"