Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 567. Self-sacrifice
"Ahem... Stop the Han army! The Han army is coming!"

Wei Ping coughed a few times due to the stench. Fortunately, the stink bombs made by Feng Xi were just unpleasant and irritating in smell, and no real toxic substances were mixed in, otherwise Wei Ping and the others would probably be lying down by now.

It was mainly something that was not so toxic that could kill people if inhaled in an open area. He definitely couldn't make something like chlorine. Even if he could, Feng Xi wouldn't use it during the Han civil war. These people would all be Han people in the future. What was the point of bullying their own people?
However, the effects of these stink bombs are still very outstanding. They can make people's eyes sting, and cause effects such as retching and dizziness. Even generals like Wei Ping and Wang Shuang didn't feel very good after taking a few puffs.

Wei Ping noticed the movement of the Han army and ordered the Wei army to try to resist the Han army. However, the Han army this time was not ordinary soldiers as before, but the Shenwu Camp led by Feng Xi himself. Bao Feng even rushed to the front with a nine-ring broadsword on his back and a shield.

"Boom! Puff!"

Facing the Han army climbing the city wall, the Wei soldiers would naturally not remain indifferent, and they stabbed at the enemy with their swords and spears. However, with a muffled sound, the weapons of the Shenwu Camp pierced the bodies of the Wei soldiers effortlessly, while the weapons of the Wei soldiers stabbed the Han soldiers like stabbing iron plates, without any reaction.

Needless to say, the reasons for this result, now that the Shenwu Camp and the Shenji Camp are Feng Xi's personal troops, naturally each person wears a rattan armor to protect the body. In addition, in order to prevent possible fire attacks, they will wet the white clothes covering the outside with water when necessary, and even carry water bags with them for drinking water and emergencies.

"You Han general, I spared you yesterday, but you still dare to chase me. Do you want to die?"

Wang Shuang saw that Bao Feng had also come to the tower, and he couldn't help but feel weak. He knew that the other party was an extraordinary martial artist. He couldn't beat him even when he was in his prime yesterday. Now that he was injured, how could he fight him? So he could only follow the method taught by Hao Zhao last night, bluffing and trying to scare Bao Feng away, just like he scared away Shamoke.

"Haha, Wang Shuang, let Master Bao see if your kung fu is as good as you boast. Come on, let's fight for another 300 rounds!"

Bao Feng had injured Wang Shuang personally yesterday, so he would not be scared by Wang Shuang. Instead, he held a shield in his left hand and a big knife in his right hand and rushed towards Wang Shuang.

"Bitter!"

Wang Shuang groaned in his heart, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Although he suffered some internal injuries, the current situation forced him to take action.

"clang!"

Bao Feng is not inferior to horse fighting in land battles. Although he uses strange weapons such as iron boring on horseback, he also has a set of swordsmanship and footwork in land battles, which is the same as his younger brother.

Although Wang Shuang also knows Lu Zhan's martial arts, there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides. Moreover, Wang Shuang was injured by the meteor hammer yesterday. Today, he can only use 50% to 60% of his martial arts. How can he be a match for Bao Feng?
However, after a few moves, Wang Shuang's sword was chopped off by Bao Feng and flew away, leaving him gasping for breath.

"Death!"

Bao Feng said nothing more, and raised his knife to chop off Wang Shuang's head.

"Wow!"

Wang Shuang screamed in surprise and stepped back, but was squeezed by the people behind him. He was so frightened that he could not stand steadily and fell to the ground. He could only watch the big knife reflecting the sunlight grow bigger and bigger in his sight like a punishment from heaven.

"Don't be afraid, General Wang. I'm here to help you!"

Suddenly, a long sword blocked the sword in Bao Feng's hand, allowing Wang to use both hands and feet to sneak into the middle of the Wei soldiers and escape by luck.

"court death!"

Bao Feng was furious. Wang Shuang was one of the few brave generals in the Wei army. If he could kill him, it would be a great achievement. But the man next to him actually intervened and made the duck fly away. How could he not be angry?
"die!"

Bao Feng looked at the Wei army officer holding a sword in his left hand fiercely and slashed at him with his sword. The sword was extremely powerful because of Bao Feng's anger.

The Wei army officer holding the sword in his left hand was Zhu Shu. He raised his sword to block in fear, but unexpectedly, Bao Feng's sword cut off the sword in his hand with great force.

Firstly, the sword in Bao Feng's hand was not an ordinary thing, but a sword made in Jingzhou after upgrading its forging technology. It was not so powerful that it could break a hair or silk, but it was definitely not an exaggeration to call it a "treasure sword" in this era. Secondly, Bao Feng used all his strength, while the opponent only blocked with his left hand. Although he tried his best, it was still a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

While Zhu Shu was still in shock because his sword was broken, Bao Feng's sword fell straight down without hesitation, cutting into Zhu Yi's left shoulder and then slashing out from his right waist.

"you……"

Zhu Shu only had time to say one word before his upper body slid diagonally to the right and fell to the ground. His lower body subconsciously took two steps back and then fell to the ground, spilling all over the ground.

"Ok?"

Bao Feng killed Zhu Shu with one sword, and wanted to look for Wang Shuang, but found that Wang Shuang ran very fast and no one knew where he went.

In a rage, Bao Feng could only wield his sword to kill those Wei army officers who were still resisting stubbornly, allowing more Han troops to rush to the top of the city and hold their positions.

"Oh my god, Bao Feng is so powerful, I really can't beat him."

Wang Shuang rolled over to Wei Ping and couldn't help but complain. Unlike Shamoko, Wang Shuang felt that even if he, Wei Ping, and Zhu Shu attacked together, they would not be able to beat Bao Feng in their current state, and they might even lose a triple kill.

"General Wang, take Bo Dao back to Luoyang. It would be a pity for him to die here given his talent. If he were in Luoyang, he would definitely be more useful than me."

Wei Ping pulled Wang Shuang over and whispered a few words to him that sounded like his last words.

"General Wei, what about you?"

Wang Shuang was naive and didn't understand the hidden meaning, so he asked again.

"I will make sure the Han army can't catch up with you. Go quickly."

Wei Ping pointed to the stairs, pushed Wang Shuang, then drew his sword and continued to command the Wei army on the city wall to resist the Han army.

Wang Shuang suffered internal injuries and had to take a breath after running a few steps, but fortunately he quickly arrived at the stable and found his beloved horse. He had no time to care about Wei Ping's situation and came to Hao Zhao's residence.

"General Hao, hurry up, the Han army is about to attack us."

Wang Shuang tried to shake Hao Zhao, but Hao Zhao had been tossing and turning all night and was now sweating and reducing his fever. His head was burning hot and when he heard Wang Shuang's words he could only open his eyes hazily, but his brain was unable to process.

"Hurry up, General Hao, General Wei has stopped the Han army for us. If it's too late, the Han army will break in."

Wang Shuang saw Hao Zhao's confused look and had no time to say anything. He simply lifted the quilt, pulled a blanket from the side and asked Hao Zhao to wrap himself in it, then took him out of the door. He had already prepared Hao Zhao's horse, and as long as they mounted their horses and left, they would be able to return to Luoyang in less than a few hours.

(End of this chapter)