Zhang Feng saw a cold light flashing, and the speed was very fast, and it seemed like he had read it wrong. He quickly stared at the soldier, praying that all this was hallucination. He saw that his soldier was talking suddenly opened his mouth, as if he was saying something. Zhang Feng hurried up and down, but the soldier had no sound in his mouth, only his mouth was squeezing up and down, and then a red line appeared on the neck of the soldier. Seeing the abnormality of his soldier, Zhang Feng immediately looked forward, but his hand just touched the soldier, but he didn't expect that with a light touch, his soldier's head fell to the ground, rolling a meter away, and blood squirted wildly. Zhang Feng originally wanted to hear what his soldier said, but he was closer and was poured over his head and face in an instant.

Zhang Feng did not wipe the blood on his face with his hands, and he looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground and kept twitching. Then Zhang Feng looked angry and stared at the axe-holding man in front of him who appeared because of the body of his personal soldiers. The giant axe in his hand was still dripping blood.

At this time, the big man was covered in blood, and the blood was dripping from his dark red hair. God knew how many people he killed and how much blood he dripped, so that his hair would become like this. Even so, Zhang Feng was still not afraid and asked loudly: "Why did you kill him, why?"

Fat Tiger replied coldly: "Soldiers of Zhao Army, they should be killed."

Zhang Feng could no longer help but said angrily: "Fuck it, it's not clear whether he is Zhao Junwei. He is my personal soldier, how could it be Zhao Jun?"

"Oh? This general, don't you recognize the wrong person, right?" Fat Tiger said lightly.

Zhang Feng looked at Fat Tiger who was disdainful and became even more angry. Does that personal soldier know better than Zhao Jun? He pointed at Fat Tiger and scolded: "It's too much to bully people. Don't think that the general has just promoted you and is arrogant. He doesn't even ask the soldiers to kill him. Can you be the Zhao Jun?"

The more Zhang Feng said, the more he felt, he recognized the enemy with the same outfit at a glance, and even the generals could not do it, let alone the low-level officer who was a Shrifuge at the beginning, and even if he could recognize him, would they have no impression of the brave ten-man commander?

With such powerful abilities, as long as his general is not a man, or if this guy offended the superior officer, he would never be just a tenth-man commander. Now that he had just recognized a personal soldier, the guy came over immediately and killed his personal soldier without saying a word. He was wrong, was he just one sentence or was he accused his personal soldier of being Zhao's army, who could become a maid general and command an army in the same place, so there was no fool.

The more Zhang Feng thought about it, the more he felt that this guy was suspicious. If the soldiers who were being surrounded and killed were Zhao Jun, he felt that the fat man in front of him was even more likely.

Zhang Feng looked at Fat Tiger coldly and said, "Are you Zhao Jun?"

Fat Tiger's face was stunned. Unexpectedly, this guy actually doubted him, but he was so well concealed, especially ij's own catchphrase, which made Yan soldiers so admire and respect, but why did this Yan army officer doubt himself? It seems that those who can be officials are not fools! Despite this, Fat Tiger's face quickly returned to normal and said: "How is it possible? I have killed so many Zhao troops, how can it be Zhao troops? Are you stupid? Or are you jealous of me who have made meritorious contributions by the general to kill the enemy and want to slander me."

Zhang Feng's face turned pale and asked, "I've killed so many Zhao troops, it sounds nice. Did I say that anyone just now was my personal soldier? Is he also Zhao troops?"

"That's right, you're right. I think he has defected to Zhao Jun." Fat Tiger looked honest and nodded, as if you're right.

"you……"

Zhang Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak. Can this person be more shameless? Can't he hear that he was questioning?

The two were debating here, but the battlefield continued. From time to time, soldiers were slashed and fell to the ground. The Yan soldiers who rushed to the front were all in front of them. The bandit suppression troops that pretended to be Yan's army slowed down when they rushed towards the other side and fell to the end. The Yan soldiers who were fighting now really killed each other.

Zhang Feng didn't know where he was debating with Fat Tiger, the tip of a long knife behind him had already pointed at his back.

Fat Tiger saw that Yan Jun had almost died or injured, and saw Zhang Feng vomiting blood again, and he didn't intend to continue to hide it. Suddenly, his honest expression changed, and he smiled proudly, saying, "This friend, you don't have to look at me like this. Since you suspect that I am Zhao Jun, I can tell you with certainty that you are right, I am Zhao Jun, not only me, but also them."

Zhang Feng's face changed. Fat Tiger pointed at the direction behind him. He quickly turned around, but when he turned around, he saw a long sword with white light approaching him. However, the long sword was too close. As soon as he turned around, he had reached the position of his chest. He could not avoid it. He could only watch the long sword stabbed into his heart. The armor he was wearing had no effect at all. The tip of the knife pierced directly into his heart. He suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but spray it out.

Zhang Feng looked up and saw more than a dozen soldiers looking at him coldly. It turned out that they were really Zhao's army. The battles here from beginning to end were all their own people killing each other. All of this was the trick of the Zhao army. Zhang Feng was cruel, why didn't he discover Zhao's conspiracy earlier?

The soldier of the bandit suppression army who pierced Zhang Feng slowly pulled the long sword back from Zhang Feng's chest, staring at the Yan army fighting ahead like nothing happened, with no expression on his face, but a trace of murderous intent could be seen in his eyes.

Fat Tiger nodded to the soldier and shouted randomly: "Brothers, kill me!"
Chapter completed!