'Boom! Zhang Zhao held up an iron bone flower and smashed the howling god warrior in front of him into a bloody mess.
With the next hammer, he hit Askar, who was screaming and running past him. Under the huge impact, this Askar's skull was directly dented by Zhang Zhao.
His Hengdao has long gone. This Tieguduo is already the fourth weapon he has used. He is not surrounded by Dunzhu and Barbarian Bear, but by a Khotan palace guard and a handsome captain who he does not recognize. Liu Zaisheng.
"Ah!" A scream came from Zhang Zhao's left side, it was Wang Tongtong! Zhang Zhao's face was numb.
He suddenly looked in the direction where the screams came from. Wang Tongtong was being pushed to the ground by three or four people. A fat warrior was chopping Wang Tongtong with a big ax. Fortunately, his The skirt armor is very fine, otherwise the thighs would have to be removed.
As soon as he saw Wang Tongtong was in danger, Zhang Zhao, who was already a little exhausted, was suddenly filled with strength. He howled and flew forward, knocking the fat warrior away who was about to strike for the second time.
However, this divine warrior reacted very quickly. When Zhang Zhao rode on top of him, he grabbed the bone in Zhang Zhao's hand.
Although the ax in his hand was also knocked off, he quickly took out a short knife from his waist and stabbed Zhang Zhao fiercely.
The first time it didn't penetrate, but the second time Zhang Zhao grabbed his wrist. Each of the two parties held down one of the other's hands and struggled desperately on the ground.
There were sounds of fighting behind them, and Liu Zaisheng and the Khotan palace guard were also surrounded by four or five warriors. One of them was looking for something on the ground, probably looking for a blunt weapon. Beat Zhang Zhao who was wearing heavy armor.
The fat warrior on the ground was very strong. Zhang Zhao wouldn't be able to gain much advantage in this pure strength competition.
The situation is urgent! Zhang Zhao suddenly felt his heart change. He suddenly let go of the fat warrior's wrist and quickly touched his waist, where there was a barrier knife that was not lost.
'Poof! The fat warrior's dagger stabbed Zhang Zhao's waist, and there was a stinging pain, but Zhang Zhao's decision was correct. Although it hurt, the opponent's dagger couldn't break his armor.
"go to hell!"
When the fat divine warrior stabbed Zhang Zhao's waist, Zhang Zhao's sword stabbed him in the face. To be precise, it went directly into his eye socket.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The fat warrior god let out a scream that made people get goosebumps all over his body. When his legs were kicking on the ground, the short knife in his hand was still stabbing Zhang Zhao, but There is no strength left.
'Poof! Zhang Zhao whipped out his sword again and stabbed the fat warrior's other eye.
However, due to the guy's constant struggle, Zhang Zhao missed the target and accidentally stabbed it into his mouth.
That’s not bad either! A cruel smile appeared on Zhang Zhaojing's face under the mask. He grabbed the handle of the barrier knife with both hands and stirred it violently.
This is just great! The fat warrior warrior could no longer make a sound. The tongue, throat, gums and even teeth in his mouth were all turned into a pile of minced meat.
There was an extreme noise and flames reaching into the sky came from a distance. A fire suddenly broke out in the south of Shule City, especially in the east of the city where Tianfang believers lived.
Then there was the sound of the horns used by the Khotan army. It seemed that the stones blocking the east of the city had been moved away, and the Khotan army entered the city.
"General Abdul has been killed! General Abdul has died!"
The moon came out from the dark clouds, but its light was already relatively weak, because there were already many morning glows in the distant sky, and it was almost dawn.
The one who screamed in terror was the Askar soldier who was looking for blunt objects everywhere and was about to come over to hit Zhang Zhao. Amidst his howl of terror, Zhang Zhao took the time to take a closer look under him.
Beneath him is a fat warrior. This is a general wearing gorgeous armor, Wanhu Bek Abdu of the Askar garrison in Shule.
After howling twice in terror, the Askar soldier threw away the onion-shaped hammer he had just found with a clang, and ran away in the blink of an eye.
Under the leadership of this guy, Askar and the God Warriors, who had been fighting with Han Shandu and the Khotan palace guards 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 already rushed to the junction of the west and north of Shule City.
At his feet, Wang Tongtong's face was covered in blood. Except for the fact that his eyes were still moving, he could no longer tell that he was alive.
Three soldiers from Hanshandu were crowded together. They had died in battle, and outside their bodies, there was a circle of Askar and God Warriors who died in various ways.
Further away, Zhang Zhao saw at least four or five soldiers wearing Tang-style infantry armor lying on the ground. As for the Khotan palace guards, even more fell.
Judging from the number of Askar and the God Warriors who began to retreat to the north of the city, plus the corpses lying around, Ittihad brought at least more than 4,000 people to the west of the city. At the critical moment of life and death, they broke out into battle far beyond the city. time combat effectiveness.
Zhang Zhao was so heartbroken that he almost couldn't breathe. He didn't know how many soldiers he had lost. These were all his fire, all his brothers of life and death. It was very likely that even a master like Wang Tongtong would be damaged.
Ittihad! We must not let this bastard get away!
"I'm fucking your mother!" Zhang Zhao shouted in pain. He picked up Abdul's ax from the ground, howled and rushed towards the Askar army that was slowly retreating.
Ittihad was still wearing a suit of precious armor and was retreating quickly 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 hint of blood in the morning light.
Seeing him charging alone towards the hundreds of retreating Askar troops, Liu Zaisheng suddenly burst out with pride. He howled and followed Zhang Zhao and rushed towards Askar.
The roar spread throughout the battlefield. The unorganized Askar fled in a hurry to both sides, while the organized ones continued to protect Ittihad and retreated to the north of the city.
This roar was like a signal. The barbarian bear who was fighting with the two divine warriors let out a loud roar, killed the divine warrior in front of him with one knife, and then ran towards Zhang Zhao.
The other remaining God Warrior was stunned for a moment, then dropped the weapon in his hand, turned around and ran to the other side.
More and more Xianshandu soldiers pulled out from various corners of the melee, and everyone moved closer in the same direction.
Zhang Zhao directly removed the shoulder of a charging warrior with one axe. Using the castration, he slashed forward violently and chopped away Askar, who was holding a shield, both man and shield. go out.
A guy who looked like an officer howled and rushed over with several people. Zhang Zhao gave him a cold look. The moment the young officer thrust out the spear in his hand, Zhang Zhao simply stepped forward. Stride.
'Ding! The officer's spear hit the plate armor on Zhang Zhao's chest. There was no doubt that it could not break through the armor.
"Poof!" The big ax in Zhang Zhao's hand hit the officer's chest. The more than ten kilograms big ax hit him with huge destructive power.
The sleeveless chain mail shirt with ruffles on the chest was powerless to block the blows of the axe, and the chain armor strips were all chopped into the sunken chest of the officer by Zhang Zhao.
Upon seeing the miserable state of the officer, the few soldiers who followed him immediately dispersed.
Zhang Zhao did not stop, he was still moving forward. He must kill Ittihad with his own hands, and he must win the glory they deserve for the dead son!
That is the third in command of the Kara Khanate, the close friend and confidant of Sartu Bragg Khan, the governor of Shule, the great Yilik (an important court minister), Ittihad Nasr bin Mansour!
