Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 580 574. Death of Zhang He
"The Grand Commander of Han, Feng Xi."

Feng Xi's face was calm. If he had met Zhang He when he had just awakened his future consciousness, he might have been surprised. But now, Lu Xun, Zhou Tai, Xu Huang... countless of those famous generals who had their names recorded in history had died directly or indirectly at his hands. To him, Zhang He was no different from those people.

"Are you Feng Xi?"

Zhang He was stunned for a moment, because the other party was too young. He looked about the same age as Zhang Bao whom he had met before. He didn't expect that he could become the commander-in-chief of the army at such an age.

"Zhang He, now that you have volunteered to be the last one to leave, you must know that you can't escape now. I have heard that you are good at adapting and judging the situation. I have heard of your name for a long time. It is better for you to surrender early. I can advise His Majesty to make your official position and title no less than it is now."

Feng Xi still wanted to persuade Zhang He to surrender, but Feng Xi knew that it would be difficult because Zhang He now seemed to be willing to cover the rear, unlike before when he was forced into a desperate situation by Yuan Shao and Guo Tu.

"Haha, thank you for your kindness, Commander-in-Chief. However, I first followed Yuan Shao and then the late emperor. If I surrender to you again in order to save my life, what difference would that make me be compared to the treacherous Lu Bu?"

Zhang He was not surprised by Feng Xi's recruitment, he could have expected it. But he had also made a decision. He was now over 50 years old and was already considered a veteran. At the end of his life, he did not want to be branded as a coward. It would be better for him to die gloriously on the battlefield as a general of the State of Wei and leave a good reputation.

"Since General Zhang has made up his mind, I will respect him. I have come here today to invite General Zhang to start his journey!"

Feng Xi shook his head and charged towards Zhang He. He had seen too many diehards like this, and he didn't have any obsessive collecting or compulsive disorder. Since the other party was determined to die, he would naturally satisfy him.

"Let me learn from your great skills!"

Zhang He suddenly became eager to fight. It was undoubtedly a blessing for him to die on the battlefield and be wrapped in his horse's hide. As a military general, he wanted to burn his last life and shine with his own brilliance.

"Den!"

The two men rode their horses and passed each other, and their spears collided with each other, making a loud noise. At this moment, Zhang He felt that his strength was not as good as the other's.

But this is normal. Zhang He is now over 50 years old and his physical functions are beginning to decline; while Feng Xi is only 30 years old and is in his prime. The fact that he is not as good as Feng Xi in physical fitness does not make Zhang He timid.

"Great skill! I'm afraid that the Five Tiger Generals in Sichuan may not be your opponents."

Zhang He rode his horse back and took the time to express his admiration, but Feng Xi did not reply. Instead, he jumped on his horse and fought with Zhang He.

"Thump! Thump! Puff!"

After the two men fought for four moves, Feng Xi stabbed three times like lightning. Zhang He tried his best to resist, but he had already done his best to block the first two. For the third shot, Zhang He could only twist his body forcibly. This shot only scratched the skin of his left arm, which was not a serious injury.

"What a terrifying shooting skill! I didn't expect that I could be suppressed so easily."

Zhang He broke out in a cold sweat. Facing Zhang Fei, who was nearly 50 years ago, did not bring him such pressure. After all, Zhang Fei was no longer in his prime at that time, but Feng Xi was in his prime now.

"Drink!"

Zhang He roared and used all his strength to fight Feng Xi again. Two spears, one was like a violent storm, venting all his strength; the other was like a dragon swinging its tail, hiding in the clouds, appearing and disappearing mysteriously.

"Den!"

The two fought for more than ten rounds, Feng Xi thrust his spear straight at Zhang He, aiming for his throat. Zhang He refused to be outdone, and raised his fire to block Feng Xi's spear.

"No, the force is not right."

Zhang He realized something was wrong the moment their weapons came into contact. The opponent's previous attacks were powerful and much stronger than his own, but now, with his blocking, he actually sent the opponent's spear flying far up. It was not right no matter how he looked at it.

Feng Xi naturally did it on purpose. He pulled back his right hand and used his spear as a big stick, using the recoil force just now to smash it down suddenly. It was the defeat spear style that he had not used for a long time.

Feng Xi's martial arts skills were now very advanced, and there were few enemy generals who could make him use this move. Although Feng Xi could kill Zhang He after fighting him for dozens of rounds, it would be a waste of time, so Feng Xi simply took advantage of Zhang He's unpreparedness and achieved success with one move.

Zhang He fell into the trap without checking. He had already used up all his strength to raise the spear, and he had not yet regained his strength. He watched helplessly as Feng Xi's spear came down. Zhang He's spear was pressed down by Feng Xi without any resistance, and then the spear hit Zhang He's right shoulder heavily with a "crack" sound.

Feng Xi's heavy blow fractured Zhang He's right shoulder, causing unbearable pain. Zhang He could not help but feel the pain, and his right hand unconsciously loosened the gun barrel and dropped it.

"go with!"

Feng Xi ignored Zhang He's situation. He exerted force from his waist and both hands at the same time. The spear, which was originally like a long stick, instantly swiped to the right and directly cut a bloody wound on Zhang He's throat.

Feng Xi had already mastered the spear style, and even mixed in moves with other weapons such as sticks, swords, and halberds, making it difficult to defend against. Now this move was the painted halberd move.

“Gu… cough cough…”

The spear in Zhang He's hand fell into the dust. His right arm hung down and he could not lift it up. He could only touch his throat with his left hand, and his hands were covered in blood.

Zhang He looked at Feng Xi with an indescribable emotion as if he was relieved, and then because his legs lost strength, he fell off the horse and also fell into the dust.

"What a shame. What a shame that you have not been able to become the world's number one even until now, even though you died in battle."

Feng Xi said something whose meaning only he understood, and then took off his big iron loudspeaker.

"Zhang He is dead. You should drop your weapons immediately, hold your heads and squat down to avoid death!"

When the Wei army heard Feng Xi's call and saw Zhang He's helmet stuck on the tip of Feng Xi's spear, most of the Wei soldiers surrendered. However, there were still one or two thousand Wei soldiers who fought to the death and refused to surrender, which made the Han army spend some effort.

After Zhang He's delay, the Wei army led by Cao Zhen had long disappeared. Feng Xi had no choice but to withdraw his troops back to the camp to see if Jiang Wei and his men could bring him some surprises.

"Grand Commander, I just killed this man in the battle. It is said that this man is Deputy General Zhang He."

When he returned to the camp, Bao Feng also dragged back a corpse with his head smashed to pieces by his iron hammer. It was none other than Wang Sheng, who had vowed to stay behind with Zhang He to cover their retreat.

"Not bad, I'll credit you for your contribution. Youchang, have Boyou and the others come back?"

Feng Xi nodded appreciatively and asked Ma Su who was standing beside him.

"Not yet..."

"Grand Commander, we are back!"

Before Ma Su finished speaking, Zhang Bao's noisy voice was heard.

(End of this chapter)