July 15th, 202 BC.
Han's four-sided offensive has suppressed Beichu for nearly a month.
On June 21, An attempted to break through with his troops from the weaker southern side, but was immediately pushed back by Liu Ji from the east.
Then, after a long journey, the Yingbu First Army and Lu Wan's Army completed the rendezvous.
From then on, Xiang An was cornered and there was no possibility of escape.
The Han armies on all sides forced the Northern Chu army to the west of Surabaya, and the Dingshan Maoyuan of Huling City could be seen across the bank.
Xiang An stood in front of the formation, looking at the Han army opposite through his mask.
He couldn't show any more expressions.
He understood that this was his last place.
The end of Beichu.
"Fourth Uncle." Xiang An took off his mask and shed two lines of tears with an expressionless face, leaving two marks on his dirty face, "I'm sorry that I couldn't lead you to win. .”
"...No one will blame you." Xiang Lu looked at Xiang An who was crying, and felt like a knife.
He reached out his hand and wiped away two lines of tears for Xiang An.
Xiang An put on his mask again, walked to the front of the military formation, raised his big beryllium, and pointed forward.
There were a number of senior officials from Han Dynasty.
Liu Ji, Xiao He, Zhang Liang, and Han Xin were all there.
“Beichu—soldiers!
! Xiang An roared, with sadness in his roar.
"exist!
! "Even though they were in desperate situation, the soldiers of Beichu were still responding loudly to Xiang An's call.
“Follow me————”
“Break through the array————————!
!
"
Xiang An's roar was heartbreaking.
"kill--------!
!
"
"kill--------!
!
"
Beichu, with the final determination, launched a brave and death-defying reunion against the Han army.
Buzz——
The world was shaken, but in front of the Han army's formation, an old man with a gray beard stood on a chariot, his eyes shining brightly.
All the Northern Chu troops felt their bodies sinking.
Zhang Liang took a deep breath, pinched out a few seals with his hands, and the magic circuit that had already been connected to the thought key pattern instantly activated the magic power.
A heavy pressure fell on the soldiers of Bei Chu, causing bones and tendons to break in all the soldiers of Bei Chu.
Xiang An endured this huge pressure and glared at Zhang Liang.
"Zhang Zifang is a thief!
! "He roared filial piety, as if he was not affected by Zhang Liang's magic. Together with Tuanchi, he ran wildly in the direction of the Han army.
And on the slope in the distance, a figure was running.
"I'm going to...see my uncle..." Poppy's face was full of fatigue and tears, and she was still running.
Han Xin looked at Xiang An, who was vomiting blood but still standing there, took out the bottle of wine from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
Then he threw it to the ground and let out a long sigh.
Xiang An and the Beichu army, which resisted the pressure and continued to follow Xiang An, were already very close.
We must engage the enemy.
The Han army entered the area where the Northern Chu army was heavily suppressed, but was not affected at all and fought hard with the Northern Chu army.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Han Xin took the initiative to find Xiang An.
Ping——
The spear and the big beryllium collided.
"Han Xin...? Hahahahaha——" Xiang An looked at Han Xin in front of him and couldn't help laughing.
Han Xin also laughed.
"My lord...this is a letter for you to see me off!"
Under the pressure caused by Zhang Liang's magic, Xiang An's big beryllium swing was extremely difficult.
The soldiers of Beichu were almost all killed by the Han army.
Xiang Lu followed Xiang An, looking at Xiang An's tall figure, he closed his eyes in pain.
"Send off...?" Xiang An muttered these two words blankly.
This war is already a foregone conclusion.
Buzz——
Magic, inspire.
“Puff-puff hahahahahahaha!
!
"Another mouthful of blood exploded from Xiang An's mouth and nose, accompanied by Xiang An's laughter in the sky.
"good!"
The pressure still doesn't exist, and Xiang An's body seems to have returned to its prime.
“Give it to me—Give it to Beichu!
! "
"Send off!
! "
He roared angrily and cracked open the head of the horse Han Xin was riding.
Zhang Liang's eyes widened, and with a flick of his finger, the Beichu soldiers felt a heavy blow on their heads.
But Xiang An, still glaring angrily, rode on a horse riding a huge wave.
“Ehehehe——!
! "Tanchi neighed, and his huge body with twisted muscles was trembling crazily, but he still stood there upright, carrying Xiang An.
"You want me to die on my knees!?"
Xiang An asked with a filial piety, pointing a beryllium at Liu Ji.
The other hand tore open his armor, revealing his upper body riddled with holes.
"Old Liu Ji, you defeated Beichu, and this world belongs to you!
! "
Xiang An laughed loudly and put his left thumb on his left chest.
"But you can never defeat me, Xiang An!
! "
He leaned down and the expression on his face became gentler.
"Sorry, Tuanchi."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally and chirping, and extremely gentle.
Poof——
Xiang An's finger pierced his heart.
In fact, that is the heart, and that is not the heart.
It was a high-intensity magic furnace.
Zhang Liang had a premonition that something was about to happen, so he retreated a long distance, his expression suddenly became frightened, and he shouted with his eyes wide open: "Quickly——"
boom----
Boom boom boom——————
Boom boom boom boom————————!
!
An explosion occurred on the battlefield.
The explosion roared, and everyone could hear the sound.
"The majesty is always calm and the soul is shocking to the world——
The soul never dies. "
There was sadness, self-questioning, and relief in that voice.
“How can one be virtuous if the soul does not die?
It's a shame, but there's nothing the sky can do. "
Liu Ji trembled and looked at the scene in front of him.
On the battlefield, a thousand-meter deep pit appeared.
All the people who were fighting above have disappeared.
They had been turned into powder in the big explosion that had just occurred.
Whether it's Xiang Lu, Tuan Chi, or Han Xin.
Only there seemed to be something left in the middle of the pothole.
Liu Ji got off his horse and walked towards the pit with a dull and shocked look on his face.
"Your Majesty!" Xiao He was so frightened that he grabbed Liu Ji's sleeve.
"...It's okay, I...I'll go take a look." Liu Ji opened his mouth, pulled Xiao He away, and continued walking towards the pit.
At the bottom of the pit, only half of Xiang An's body remained.
Liu Ji looked at Xiang An and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
In the sky, it rained blood.
Two drops of blood fell on Xiang An's face, like two lines of tears, flowing down.
"Liu Ji..." Xiang An still had one breath left. He opened his eyes a little and looked at the new leader of the world in front of him.
"...You said it." Liu Ji leaned down and looked at the final loser with some unbearability.
"Throw me... into the river..." Xiang An said intermittently.
Liu Ji listened carefully.
The pit was surrounded by people.
"After being buried... you will continue to reincarnate as an adult..."
"One more time...I...don't want to be a human anymore..."
Xiang An closed his eyes forever.
Liu Ji stood in front of Xiang An's broken body, looking at this final opponent, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"You are a real man, Xiang An."
"I...promise you."
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The Chu-Han Struggle for Hegemony, Rider Volume, is over.
