"Damn it! They're trying to cut off our retreat!"
"They're going to surround us!"
Sensing the enemy's movements, Fukuyama knew something was wrong and quickly turned his head to look in the direction where Miura was.
Just then!
Fukuyama's expression changed, and he let out a muffled groan as he looked down at his chest.
A small hole appeared in the armor on his chest, and at the same time, a sharp pain shot through him, turning Fukuyama's face completely pale in an instant.
He gritted his teeth and abruptly changed direction.
As soon as he ran out, several lead bullets appeared at the spot where he had been standing!
Not far away, several Yan soldiers were firing their muskets. Seeing the enemy flee, they immediately turned around and were about to fire again when a roar suddenly came from the side!
"Xinei!"
A roar rang out as a bloodthirsty Japanese soldier stabbed a Yan soldier through the chest with his halberd!
"Well...."
Yanbing, his chest pierced, let out a muffled groan, but the next instant, his eyes widened, followed by a furious roar:
"Go to hell!"
He swung the bird-shaped weapon and smashed it into the Japanese soldier's face!
"Bang!"
The blow sent the Japanese soldier staggering, leaving a visible dent on his face.
The Japanese soldier screamed, released his grip, and stood unsteadily on the ground, momentarily stunned.
"Die!"
The halberd was still stuck in the soldier's chest, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. His face was completely distorted, and his eyes were bloodshot. He kept hitting the Japanese soldier's head and face with his musket.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The dazed Japanese soldier was repeatedly struck, his eye sockets were shattered, and his mouth and nose were twisted. In just a few breaths, his face was smashed into a bloody mess, a pile of mangled flesh.
Until the very last sound.
"Smack!"
It was a crisp cracking sound, and brain matter and blood splattered from his head as he crashed to the ground.
At this moment, Yanbing finally stopped moving, panting heavily with his mouth open.
But the next moment.
With a "thud," he fell backward, the musket he was clutching tightly now covered in blood.
On the other side, Lü Bu, leading his cavalry in a flanking maneuver, had a frosty expression.
"None of them will escape!"
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