"If we can kill the Qin army's commander, it will definitely destroy the morale of the entire army!"

Tong Shan couldn't help but look at Meng Tian.

Killing the main general is indeed the fastest way to achieve victory.

Sudden.

His expression changed drastically.

The 200,000 special legion armed with giant axes suddenly became violent. Each of their auras increased dramatically, and the frequency of their giant axes' chopping suddenly increased.

This sudden attack caused the army to suffer huge losses in an instant.

Meng Tian even ordered the army to guard the left and right wings of the Mad War Legion, knowing that they only had five minutes and to support them when they were about to finish.

Under pressure from the Berserker Legion, Gu Zhao was actually retreating.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The roar of the Qin army was like the roar of the tide, one wave higher than the other. While boosting morale, it also suppressed the Zhao army and broke their will to fight.

At this time, Meng Tian was not fully in charge of the central army.

He stood high in the sky, a huge storm swept out, holding the Black Dragon Spear, a powerful aura locked onto Tong Shan, as if inviting him to fight.

Although he was at the third level of Tongtian, he had the Black Dragon Spear and the Black Dragon Armor, so it was difficult for him to kill the opponent, but he could block him.

Tong Shan's expression suddenly froze. He could feel the terrifying aura from Meng Tian and knew that the other party was provoking him and wanted him to fight.

He was not absolutely sure that he could capture the Qin general.

But legion warfare is by no means a one-on-one fight, the entire battle situation must be considered.

The sudden violence of that legion dealt a heavy blow to the Zhao army.

He also knew that this kind of frenzy could not last long, but it was precisely this unknown that gave him a headache.

At this moment, the choice of whether to continue fighting or to call off the battle was difficult for him.