In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Xiang Liang got up faster, leaping up and thrusting his spear at Zhang Han, who was kneeling on the ground. Zhang Han remained calm, leaning back and striking Xiang Liang's ankle with the shaft of his spear.

Xiang Liang gripped the pole with both hands, leaped forward to avoid the sweeping attack, felt a slight chill on the side of his head, tilted his head, landed on one foot, and spun around with the spear he had pulled up. He pierced the head of a Qin soldier in front of him, and kicked away the spear that Zhang Han, who had regrouped, was thrusting at him from behind.

Zhang Han frowned, pulled back his spear, and turned around, extending it from his waist to aim at Xiang Liang's head. Xiang Liang glared at him, but instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in, and the two began fighting at an extremely fast pace.

The two fought back and forth, their bodies shifting and turning, their guns flashing, a lively and exciting battle.

Ping Pong

A loud bang rang out, and Zhang Han was temporarily forced back by Xiang Liang. However, Xiang Liang pressed his advantage and leaped up, his sharp spear whistling through the air as he charged towards Zhang Han with immense force.

The word "death" was squeezed out from between his teeth, and Xiang Liang's eyes flashed with a blood-red light. Because he was moving so fast, he left a blood trail in the air.

Zhang Han's eyes widened in anger. He twirled his spear, bracing himself with both hands to block Xiang Liang's attack.

"Ugh, pfft!"

The instant the two guns clashed, Zhang Han knelt on one knee, his hand splitting open in a split second, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At least we've taken over.

"Uh, uh..."

"

As his knees touched the ground, he slowly pushed himself up, his eyes seemingly flashing with flames.

"How could the Great Qin possibly lose to a mere Chu?!"

"

乒啪

Xiang Liang stumbled from the force of Zhang Han's push, but regained his footing, assumed a horse stance, twirled his spear, and glared angrily at Zhang Han.

Zhang Han didn't even bother wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He also got into a fighting stance and took a couple of deep breaths.

Xiang Liang is very competitive.

He was simply the strongest warrior he had ever seen.

Of all the cities and generals Zhang Han had conquered, none could compare to Xiang Liang.

Are these the remnants of the Warring States period, the immortal spirits of the six states?

"That's interesting."

His child-like face trembled, yet a smile appeared on his face as he raised the tip of his spear, pointing it at Xiang Liang.

"Again"

Generals face generals, and soldiers naturally face soldiers.

The soldiers on both sides were roughly equal in quality, both in terms of physical strength and close combat ability.

However, Zhang Han's forces were clearly superior to Xiang Liang's.

Huang Xiaozhong is dead, but someone still went to deliver the order. His fast horse was running so fast it was foaming at the mouth, and the rider was sweating profusely.

"I need to inform General Xiang Yu and General Xiang An as soon as possible," he thought through gritted teeth.

Zhang Han did not bring all his troops, only about 100,000, while Xiang Liang's troops numbered only 40,000. With such a huge disparity in troop strength, the messenger had no idea how to win.

Although there have been instances of defeating the many with the few, Xiang Yu and Xiang An each demonstrated this when they annihilated Qin Jia not long ago.

However, those were all situations where the enemy took the initiative and made extensive preparations. Now, Xiang Liang not only failed to take the initiative, but was also caught off guard and did not even have the chance to strike first.

"General Xiang Liang, you must hold on!" This Chu soldier, naturally a Chu man, had tears of urgency in his eyes as he spurred his horse on a frantic gallop toward Xiangcheng in the north.

On the battlefield, things had completely gone mad and descended into utter chaos.

The Qin soldiers roared in mourning, and the Chu soldiers howled; the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

As if realizing the overwhelming disadvantage in the situation, the Chu army was driven to a frenzy of fighting spirit. Even the weakest Chu soldiers fought the Qin soldiers with bloodshot eyes.

They are mortal enemies, they are mortal adversaries, and they must fight to the death.

However, Xiang Liang's army was too small, with only over 100,000 Chu soldiers scattered across three cities along a defensive line. This might be more than enough, but it was far too few to form an effective offensive line against the powerful Qin Dynasty and Zhang Han's army.

An hour had passed since Zhang Han charged into the enemy lines.

The Qin and Chu sides continued their desperate battle.

Zhang Han, with three or four bloody holes in his body, glared at Xiang Liang, panting heavily.

Xiang Liang was also covered in wounds, but his condition was better than Zhang Han's.

But he was in a bad mood at all.

He wasn't brainless; he was well aware of the consequences of the huge disparity in the number of soldiers.

The Chu soldiers still fighting around him were far fewer than when the two armies had just made contact.

Even so, the fight must continue.

Xiang Yu was already on his way with his army to provide support. The Chu messenger changed horses and went to inform Xiang An.

Xiang Yu was extremely anxious. He rode his black horse, Wuzhui, wanting to distance himself from the army so he could go and rescue the enemy first.

"I'm going to supervise the army, the third generation of the old guard!" Xiang Yu roared, spurred his black horse, Wuzhui, and charged off into the distance. Wuzhui, clad in black armor, resembled a black arrow released from a bow.

"Good brother, hurry up!" Xiang Jing naturally knew what Xiang Yu was worried about. He moved his warhorse to the side and went to the front.

Meanwhile, in the distance, another gray figure was running wildly toward Dingtao, seemingly driven mad.

"Uncle, you must hold on, you must hold on!"

"

Although Xiang Yu and Xiang An were in different places, they were both riding their steeds and heading towards the same destination, chanting the same name.

Xiang Liang was the backbone and pillar of Western Chu, and also their uncle who treated them like his own children.

He cannot die. Please remember: (Free, fastest updates, no anti-theft measures)

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Chapter 905 The Death of Xiang Liang, and the Sudden Changes in His Brothers

The number of Chu soldiers was already quite small.

The number of deaths could be ten thousand, or it could be twenty thousand.

In short, the ground was covered with a layer of corpses, some of them Qin soldiers, but most of them were Chu soldiers.

Xiang Liang was undoubtedly victorious in his battle against Zhang Han.

But Western Chu lost.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The Chu army was already showing signs of defeat. Even if their fighting spirit remained and their blood was not yet extinguished, they could not win this war.

Xiang Liang was not only facing Zhang Han, but also several Qin soldiers at the same time.

Since the Qin soldiers had no more Chu soldiers to deal with, they joined forces with General Zhang Han to fight against Xiang Liang.

Xiang Liang unleashed a flurry of rolling spear strikes, preventing four or five men, including Zhang Han, from getting close. However, he knew his stamina would soon be exhausted.

Overwhelmed with grief, Xiang Liang fought with even greater fervor.

"If you want to die, then come and kill me, then come and kill me! Ahhhhh!"

"A wound appeared on his head at some point, and due to the long battle, blood, dirt, and sweat mixed together, making Xiang Liang look disheveled."

Another shot came from an unknown angle, and Xiang Liang couldn't dodge it in time, his helmet was pierced off.

His hair and beard were all white, making him look like an old lion, exhausted and covered in blood, yet still roaring and fighting.

Come on, come on!

"Come on, ahh ...

"

puff

Peng

Xiang Liang smashed the head of another Qin soldier, but correspondingly, another spear pierced his stomach.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Xiang Liang's mouth, but his eyes were wide open in anger, his imposing manner undiminished.

"Ughhhhhh"

"

With sheer ferocity, Xiang Liang once again raised his spear, smashing the Qin soldier whose spear had been driven into his stomach.

But then, three more Qin soldiers rushed forward and thrust their spears out simultaneously, aiming directly at Xiang Liang's abdomen.

Zhang Han knelt on the ground, his consciousness already somewhat hazy.

A faint smile played on his face.

We won! I, Zhang Han, and my Great Qin have won again! We've won once more!

The Western Chu army numbered only a little over 100,000, but Zhang Han crippled nearly half of them in one fell swoop.

Xiang Liang swept his spear horizontally, forcing back the Qin soldiers.

But it was too late.

Several spears were stuck in his stomach, and blood gushed out, falling into the pile of corpses.

His steps were slightly unsteady, but he still held his spear, glaring at the Qin soldiers around him with hatred and madness.

His jaw was trembling violently, and he was spitting out an unknown amount of blood.

He can no longer see clearly.

But he remained standing there.

Holding a long spear, he stood there with an angry expression.