1 Soldier per Second in My Fiefdom, the Empress Begs Me Not to Rebel

In the Great Qian Dynasty, Qin Ze, who transmigrated and became the son of the Tiger Might General, was cast aside by the Empress after she used him, stripped of his military power, and enfeoffed t...

Chapter 222 Today is my end.

"Buzz!"

Like a dragon emerging from the sea, the golden shadow flashed by in an instant, and a streak of golden light streaked across the sky.

The Tiger-Taming Golden Spear, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, seemed to tear everything in front of it apart, and shot swiftly toward Lü Bu's neck.

"Um?"

Lu Bu frowned, keenly sensing that the spear thrust seemed to be even stronger than before.

But it doesn't matter.

It was merely blocked by a single halberd.

His floral robe fluttered in the wind, and as Lu Bu's right arm sank, his halberd moved with it, like an eagle soaring through the sky, blocking the golden fangs in front of him.

"Clang!"

A buzzing sound followed, and Lü Bu's body sank, causing Red Hare's feet to sink into the mud.

"What immense strength!" Lu Bu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The man before them, with bloodshot eyes, was now unleashing unprecedented fighting power.

"Good!" Lu Bu smiled and pushed out the Tiger-Subduing Golden Spear with his halberd, then thrust it forward with a backhand halberd.

The halberd tip was sharp, and with its cold, gleaming light, it almost pierced Wu Kui's rugged face, tearing his flesh and blood out.

Wu Kui shouted through his teeth, and with a swift movement, he deflected the Fangtian Halberd with his Fuhu Zanjin Spear, causing Lu Bu's body to turn slightly as well.

Without pausing for a moment, Wu Kui made another move!

He gripped the gun with both hands and unleashed a powerful sweeping motion, the force of which caused his armor to tremble and make a series of thuds.

Seeing the danger, Lü Bu also wielded his halberd with both hands, and with a loud bang, his halberd and the Tiger-Taming Golden Spear collided heavily.

The impact was like a landslide, the fierce wind seemed to tear the air apart.

The soldiers fighting fiercely around them were all terrified. Whether it was a spear or a halberd, any blow that landed on them would kill them instantly.

At this moment, Lü Bu and Wu Kui had already exchanged dozens of blows!

In every exchange, the two went all out, holding nothing back, and their BMWs sped along in response to their masters' movements.

Countless deep hoof prints have been left on the ground, all because the riders on horseback attacked so fiercely that the weight pressed down on them, forcing them to bear a considerable amount of the force.

The lone goose trotted its four legs, quickly stepping out of the mud and onto the flat ground.

Red Hare followed closely behind, carrying Lü Bu out of the muddy ground, the two still locked in a fierce battle on horseback.

Guns and spears clashed in a fierce battle, the resounding clang echoing across the battlefield.

Soon, the two fought and ran, reaching the center of the battlefield, surrounded by soldiers engaged in combat.

Although there were far fewer people than at the beginning, some were still gathered in groups and fighting to the death.

The sudden intrusion of these two men naturally brought disaster upon the soldiers.

With a "bang".

Wu Kui swept his spear horizontally, and Lu Bu dodged to the side, but the soldiers standing nearby were hit.

Several people were subsequently shot and fell to the ground, their weapons slipping from their grasp and shattering as the bones in their chests broke. With screams, they coughed up blood and died.

Similarly, Lu Bu's halberd strike would also cause the soldiers around Wu Kui to die.

But the two of them couldn't care less about anything else and were still fighting with all their might. Before they knew it, countless people had fallen around them.

They fought their way from one muddy spot to another, from flat ground to a small hill, and from the hill to near the rocks.

The two fought faster and faster, running farther and farther, leaving a trail of corpses in their wake!

Such a battle would not only attract the attention of ordinary soldiers, but even Dian Wei, who was venting his anger among the enemy ranks, would take notice.

With a single blow, Dian Wei smashed the head of a barbarian soldier in front of him, and many more corpses lay beneath him. The surrounding enemy soldiers dared not approach.

He took a breath and looked at Lü Bu and Wu Kui fighting in the distance, wondering:

"Just fight, why are you running and fighting at the same time?"

"So what if he's Arima? He thinks he's so great?"

"If I were a skilled equestrian, I could fight like that too."

He cursed under his breath, then raised his iron halberd and charged toward the crowd.

The enemy soldiers in front dared not engage him in battle and avoided him at all costs.

Dian Wei was getting tired from chasing after him, but when he glanced around, he saw an enemy general covered in blood being dragged by Xu Chu into the army camp.

"What the hell are they doing now?"

"Just chop off his head with one stroke!"

He shook his head, then his gaze shifted, locking onto a group of barbarian soldiers, and then he let out a loud shout:

"You're waiting for me to kill you, aren't you! You're asking for it!"

With a roar, Dian Wei gave chase, halberd in hand.

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"call--"

With his hair and beard flowing freely, Wu Kui was panting heavily, and the Tiger-Taming Gold-Inlaid Spear in his hand grew heavier and heavier.

After dozens of rounds, the thick calluses on his hands had been worn through, and he could feel a sharp stinging sensation from time to time.

The soreness in his arm grew stronger, while the enemy general's attack came as fast and fierce as before.

Even so, Wu Kui still fought hard with every shot.

On the opposite side, Lu Bu, on horseback, was covered in sweat, his black hair already soaked through.

Watching the barbarian king before him launch attack after attack, he couldn't help but admire the man's bravery. Not only could he withstand all of his attacks, but he even occasionally thrust his spear straight at his throat.

If one lowers their guard even slightly, they could be stabbed. Such a battle is extremely rare for Lü Bu.

They've been fighting for at least a hundred rounds now.

When they first clashed, Lü Bu thought that this man would only last thirty rounds before being killed.

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