Zhang Wei couldn't help but sneer as he watched the more than 600 cavalrymen in front of him desperately killing his own soldiers.

"Hmph, there are only 600 men and horses, and our army has 20,000, and we are surrounded from both sides. No matter how powerful this Ziyue is, he can't escape and ascend to heaven, right?"

Just when Zhang Wei thought that the battle would be over soon and was preparing to organize his rear troops to return to camp, he suddenly saw a vision.

In the dark Hanzhong Army, a piece of fire shot out from Dong Zhuo's army. It was more like a fast-moving fire snake, constricting the lives of the Hanzhong Army soldiers.

"Then...what is that? Quick, let someone go and see it!" Zhang Wei ordered the soldiers, he was already a little stupid.

"General! Oh no, brothers can't stand it any longer! That's a monster!" The soldier immediately retreated, his face turning pale.

"What? How is that possible! We have 20,000 troops, but the opposite side only has 600!" Zhang Wei's face turned pale.

"General, I just heard a pawn who ran back from the meeting say that a general riding a black horse on the other side was holding a strange weapon, and the fire was emitted by that weapon! Brothers who were swept by the fire

He died instantly!" Although the soldiers did not see it with their own eyes, one can imagine the power of being able to use one's own power to make the opponent's tens of thousands of troops fall into chaos without fighting.

"...What? Damn it! Let the brothers come to me! Anyone who dares to come back will be beheaded, beheaded!" Zhang Wei didn't believe what the soldier said, so he slapped the soldier, and he didn't know where the applause came from.

The courage to pull out the sword and lead the Guards to the front...

...

On the other side, Zhang Chen was holding an AK and riding a horse.

There were only 400 men and horses around him, but he was surrounded by nearly 20,000 people.

"Come on! Who's coming over here!?" Zhang Chen shouted, he had already used up two magazines.

When he went into battle, he only brought four magazines, which was one hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition.

There are also two grenades.

At this time, he replaced the third magazine, and his eyes became red.

He was not worried that someone would attack him because he could tell by looking at the faces of the Hanzhong soldiers around him.

It was like seeing a ghost.

This was the first time Zhang Chen had used modern weapons in front of so many people, but he had no choice but to do so.

How could these ancients have seen such a weird weapon? They had long since lost the courage to kill Zhang Chen, and there were only some green-headed men with wet lower bodies standing at the front of the team with trembling feet.

Ever since Zhang Chen took out his AK and killed the first person, the enemy's momentum suddenly dropped sharply, and there were already deserters.

It can be imagined that hot weapons are facing cold weapons.

They didn't know how many people Zhang Chen could kill, but they knew that they would definitely die if they saw the fiery snake emitted from the weapon in Zhang Chen's hand.

Who is willing to sacrifice their lives to kill the enemy? Especially at this time.

On the other hand, the remaining 400 troops of Dong Zhuo's army had a very strange expression on their faces.

Their momentum has been raised to the highest level. First, they wanted to avenge their brothers who died, and then they wanted to protect Zhang Chen. Now seeing Zhang Chen's heroic appearance like a god of war, plus they had already become red-eyed, and each one looked like

It was like seeing the enemy who killed his father.

"Brothers, I, Zhang Ziyue, and you all deserve to be brothers in vain! We cannot escape today, and we will be brothers in the next life! Let's go, brothers, grab a few more backsitters!" Zhang Chen raised his ak with his left hand,

Holding a double-edged sword in his right hand, he clamped his legs on the horse's back and was the first to rush into the enemy's formation.

Behind him are four hundred warriors.

As soon as they entered the enemy's formation, the only courage they had in the Hanzhong army was immediately shattered. They ran around crying for their fathers and mothers. Zhang Chen and the others were like tigers among sheep.
Chapter completed!