Knowing that Ono Jiro was watching him, and that he had already spoken, he certainly couldn't back down.

Therefore, although he had already seen how brave the enemy general was, he still decided to kill him later.

Of course, not now. We need to find a good time, when he's tired, before we go for it.

He gestured to Wang Kehai, then carefully avoided the other soldiers fighting, and made his way towards Lü Bu through a maze of twists and turns.

But his actions infuriated Ono Jiro, who was some distance away, and he shouted angrily:

"I knew this guy was unreliable! He's such a useless piece of trash!"

"This man killed so many of us! He's despicable!"

"It's a pity that the great swordsman Sasaki is on the mainland. If he were here, he could definitely kill this man within three moves!"

"hateful!"

Ono Jiro grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he shouted:

"Come! Follow me and attack!"

"End the battle as soon as possible!!"

With a loud shout, Jiro Ono led his soldiers forward!

On the other side, with the help of Zhao Sihou from Yu Nan City, Song Ke was rescued from the Japanese and taken to the people by Zhao Sihou.

Subsequently, Zhao Sihou led his soldiers to withstand the Japanese attack and protected them behind him.

Song Ke had lost too much blood and was now deathly pale. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably. The people hurriedly tore off their clothes and used them to bandage his bleeding arm wound.

Song Ke leaned against a section of the city wall, his breath growing weaker and weaker.

Nevertheless, he continued to mutter to himself:

"I knew it... whenever we work hard, there will always be righteous people who step forward in times of crisis."

"I can die in peace today because you have come to help Linbin City."

Suddenly, a bystander cried out in alarm:

"Lord Song, look over there!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ke turned his head with great effort and saw a general fighting fiercely in the crowd.

Beside him lay countless corpses, all clearly killed by this man.

Song Ke was taken aback, but his eyes lit up with a strange light.

"I wonder who this righteous man is, that he is so brave. With such a fierce general, it is truly my great fortune to have him."

After saying this, Song Ke took a deep breath and dug his fingers into his palm to dispel the growing drowsiness.

He fell into a daze, his surroundings seemed to be blurring, an irresistible drowsiness swept over him, and his eyelids seemed to be fighting, growing heavier and heavier.

Although my vision began to blur, the sounds around me became clearer and clearer.

Shouts of battle, roars, howls and groans, the metallic clang of clashing weapons, the mournful neighing of warhorses, and the whooshing sound of arrows piercing the air.

Standing amidst this chaotic battlefield, the surrounding crowd seemed to be gradually disappearing, leaving only a jumble of sounds in my ears, yet these sounds were also rapidly vanishing.

"Don't sleep!"

Song Ke tilted his head back and bumped it against the city wall, which brought him back to a state of half-awakeness.

This moment of clarity cleared his vision, and various sounds came rushing in again.

"Slaughter them! Charge in!"

"Protect Lord Song! Hold them off!"

"Today! You will all die here!"

"This is what happens when you go against us!"

"A bunch of beasts! They won't dare to invade our land unless they step over our dead bodies!"

Along with these sounds, the first thing that catches the eye is the Japanese soldiers and their reinforcements who are engaged in fierce fighting. The Japanese have more troops, and at this moment, these Japanese soldiers are charging forward with samurai swords in hand.

Sleepiness returned, and Song Ke half-opened his eyes. The surrounding scenery became blurry again, but the sounds became clearer.

The sounds of fighting grew louder and louder, followed by muffled groans or screams of people dying.

But among these voices, there were some unusual ones.

"Pat-pat, pat..."

It was the sound of hooves, the sound of warhorses galloping.

In a daze, Song Ke was puzzled. The Japanese soldiers he had just seen were infantry, and there was no large cavalry charging on his side. They were all fighting on foot, so where did these sounds come from?

But soon he realized that he was probably experiencing auditory hallucinations due to excessive blood loss and being on the verge of death.

Suddenly, a joyful shout rang out.

"Someone's coming! Reinforcements have arrived!"

"Great! More reinforcements have come to our aid!"

But soon, another urgent and panicked voice came:

"Watch out, Lord Song!!"

"Nisnei!!!"

The shout was so urgent and so loud that Song Ke was jolted awake from his daze.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a Japanese soldier with a ferocious expression slashing at him with his sword!

At this critical moment, Song Ke suddenly found a surge of strength, gripped the halberd beside him, and pointed the blade at the Japanese soldier...

——

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield and the rushing army, a spark ignites.

The soldier gripped his weapon tightly, his expression calm.

His gaze followed the sight to the crosshair, and what he aimed at was the body of a Japanese soldier who had leaped high into the air and was fiercely slashing with his sword.

The flames were burning, moving rapidly along the fire rope.

With a "click," he pulled the trigger, and the instant the trigger was pulled, he also closed his eyes.

The auger began to spin downwards, the match head fell into the chamber, and the compacted gunpowder began to burn intensely.

Intense heat was generated in the chamber, and the bombardment caused vibrations, but the soldiers held on tightly to prevent the weapon from slipping from their hands.

This happened in an instant.

There was a loud "boom"!

A powerful burst of force suddenly propelled the lead bullet, which was already loaded into the barrel of the gun, which was about three or four feet long.

The small lead bullet, no bigger than a pebble, has little killing power; if a person throws it with force, it can only knock down a bird.

But at this moment, it received a powerful thrust.

It pierced the sky, traversing the battlefield in a manner invisible to the naked eye.

Amidst the cacophony of voices and the fierce battle with its swords and spears, it charged forward relentlessly, whistling as it flew toward the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

A wisp of smoke rose from the battlefield.