Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 131 Blood Wo Shule Jin Grass Fertilizer
'Boom! Zhang Zhao held up a handful of iron bones, and smashed the screaming warrior in front of him to a bloody mess.

With the next hammer, he hit another Askar who ran past him screaming. Under the huge impact, the Askar's skull was directly dented by Zhang Zhao.

He didn't know where his horizontal knife had gone. This Iron Guduo was already the fourth weapon he used. He was not surrounded by Dunzhu and Barbarian Bear, but a Khotan palace guard and handsome captain whom he didn't know. Liu Zaisheng.

"Ah!" A scream came from Zhang Zhao's left side, it was Wang Communication!Zhang Zhao's face was numb.

He suddenly looked in the direction where the screams came from, Wang Tongxun was being pressed to the ground by three or four people, and a fat warrior was chopping Wang Xinxun with a big axe, but fortunately his The skirt armor is very fine, otherwise the thighs would have to be removed.

Seeing that Wang Communication was in danger, Zhang Zhao, who was exhausted, suddenly became full of strength. With a howl, he flew over and knocked the fat warrior who was about to slash him a second time.

However, this god warrior reacted very quickly. When Zhang Zhao rode on him, he grabbed the bone in Zhang Zhao's hand.

Although the big ax in his hand was also knocked off, he quickly took out a short knife from his waist and stabbed Zhang Zhao violently.

The first time it didn't pierce, Zhang Zhao grabbed the wrist the second time. Both sides held each other's hand and wrestled desperately on the ground.

The sound of fighting came from behind, and Liu Zaisheng and the Khotan palace guard were also besieged by four or five warriors, and one of them was looking for something all over the place, probably looking for a blunt weapon. Beat Zhang Zhao who was wearing heavy armor.

And the fat God Warrior on the ground is very strong, such a pure comparison of strength, Zhang Zhao can't take much advantage.

The situation is urgent!Zhang Zhao suddenly lost his mind, he let go of the fat warrior's wrist, and quickly touched his waist, where there was still a barrier knife that he hadn't lost.

'Puff! The fat God Warrior's short knife stabbed Zhang Zhao's waist, and there was a stab of pain, but Zhang Zhao's decision was correct. Although it hurt, the opponent's short knife really couldn't break his armor.

"go to hell!"

When the fat God Warrior stabbed Zhang Zhao's waist, Zhang Zhao's barrier knife stabbed him in the face, to be precise, directly into the eye socket.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The fat God Warrior let out a scream that made goose bumps all over his body. When his legs were kicking on the ground, the short knife in his hand was still stabbing Zhang Zhao's body, but There is no strength left.

'Puff! Zhang Zhao pulled out the barrier knife again, and pierced the fat warrior's other eye.

However, due to this guy's constant struggle, Zhang Zhao missed the shot and stabbed him in the mouth by accident.

That's not bad either!A cruel grin appeared on Zhang Zhaojingang's face under the mask, he grabbed the handle of the barrier knife with both hands, and violently stirred it.

This is just great!The fat warlord could no longer make a sound, his tongue, throat, gums and even teeth were all smashed into pieces.

There was extreme noise, and the flames came from a distance. The south of Shule city, especially the east of the city where the Tianfang believers lived, suddenly burst into flames.

Then there was the sound of horns and horns used by the Khotan army. It seemed that the stones blocking the east of the city had been removed, and the Khotan army had entered the city.

"General Abdo is killed! General Abdo is dead!"

The moon came out from the dark clouds, but its light was relatively weak, because there were a lot of morning glows in the distant sky, and the sky was about to dawn.

The one who yelled in terror was the Askar soldier who was looking for a blunt weapon everywhere and was about to hit Zhang Zhao. Amidst his terrified screams, Zhang Zhao took the time to take a closer look at his body.

What kind of fat god warrior is under him? This is a general in gorgeous armor, Wanhu Burke Abdu of the Shul Askar Garrison.

After howling in horror twice, the Askar soldier dropped the onion-shaped hammer he had just found with a bang, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Driven by this guy, Askar and the God Warriors, who had been fighting with Regret Shandu and Khotan Palace Guard for almost an hour, began to shrink back like an avalanche, but they were not completely defeated.

Zhang Zhao gasped and stood up and looked back. They had rushed to the junction of the west and north of Shule City.

With him at his feet, Wang Tongtong's face was covered in blood, and he was no longer alive except for his eyeballs still rolling.

The three soldiers of Regret Shandu crowded close together, they had already died in battle, and outside their bodies, there was a circle of Askar and God Warriors who died in various ways.

Farther away, Zhang Zhao saw at least four or five armored soldiers wearing regrettable Tang-style infantry armor who fell to the ground. As for the Khotan palace guards, more fell.

Judging from the number of Askar and God Warriors retreating to the north of the city, and the corpses lying around, Ittihad brought at least four thousand people to the west of the city. At the critical moment, they broke out to fight far beyond the city combat power at the time.

Zhang Zhao was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. He didn't know how many soldiers he had lost. They were all his kindling, his life and death brothers. It is very likely that even a master like Wang Communication would be damaged.

Ittihad!Don't let this bastard get away!
"Fuck your mother!" Zhang Zhao yelled in pain, he picked up Abdu's big ax on the ground, howled and rushed towards the slowly retreating Askar army.

Ittihad was still wearing a treasure armor, and was retreating rapidly in the middle of the team.

At this time the sun was rising slightly, and Zhang Zhao's golden armor reflected a bright red light with a touch of blood under the light of the morning light.

Seeing him charge alone towards the hundreds of retreating Askar army, Liu Zaisheng suddenly burst out with pride, and he also howled and followed Zhang Zhao, rushing towards Askar.

The roar spread throughout the battlefield, Askar who was not organized fled to both sides in a hurry, while those who were organized continued to protect Ittihad and retreated to the north of the city.

The roar was like a signal, and the barbarian who was fighting with the two god warriors shouted loudly, killed the god warriors in front of him with one knife, and then ran towards Zhang Zhao.

After the other remaining fighter was stunned for a moment, he dropped the weapon in his hand, turned around and ran to the other side.

More and more soldiers of Regret Shandu pulled out from the corners of the melee, and everyone moved closer to the same direction.

With one axe, Zhang Zhao took off the shoulders of a rushing God Warrior. With the help of castration, he slashed forward again, and chopped off an Askar who was holding a shield, both man and shield. go out.

A guy who looked like an officer rushed over with a few people howling. Zhang Zhao gave him a cold look. The moment the officer stabbed out the spear in his hand, Zhang Zhao simply stepped forward. stride.

'Ding! The officer's spear pierced the plate armor on Zhang Zhao's chest, without a doubt it couldn't break through the armor.

"Pfft!" The big ax in Zhang Zhao's hand hit the officer's chest, and the big ax weighing more than ten kilograms hit him with huge destructive power.

The loop-shaped sleeveless chain mail shirt on the chest, the slashing of the big ax that could not be stopped at all, and the armor strips of the chain mail were all cut into the sunken chest of the officer by Zhang Zhao.

Seeing the miserable state of the officer, the soldiers who came up immediately rushed away.

Zhang Zhao didn't stop, he was still moving forward, he must hack Ittihad to death with his own hands, he wanted to win the glory they deserved for the dead children!

That is the third leader of the Kara Khanate, the best friend and confidant of Sartu Prague Khan, the governor of Shule, the Great Yilik (the important court minister), Ittihad Nasr bin Mansour!
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