"Ah... my lord envoy!" Zhang Han's eyes were bloodshot.
Seeing Zhao Cha covered in bright red blood and his face completely pale, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: In the end, I was still a step too late.
"My poor envoy..."
Zhang Han's eyes turned bloodshot, filled with a cold killing intent. He pointed at Bai Wuni and shouted, "Hey, Bai Wuni, I'll take your dog's life as a sacrifice for my Qin envoy!"
With that, he charged toward Bai Wuni, sword in hand.
"Quickly, protect the king!"
The guards surrounding Bai Wuni quickly surrounded him, then brandished their weapons and slashed at Zhang Han, intending to kill him.
"die!"
Amidst Zhang Han's roar, the whistling of his sword as it swung created gusts of wind, each strike imbued with boundless fury and power.
Although the guards were brave, they were overwhelmed by Zhang Han's ferocious offensive, and more than a dozen guards were killed on the spot in no time.
Seeing this, Bai Wuni knew that this was a matter of life and death. He forced his weak body to draw a short sword inlaid with various gems from his waist, preparing to make a final stand.
"Oh, you want to spar with us?" Zhang Han smiled arrogantly, charged towards Bai Wuni, and raised his sword to strike.
"bite..."
The battle intensified, with Zhang Han's sword clashing repeatedly against Bai Wuni's short sword amidst the flashing blades, producing crisp metallic clangs.
The guards further away also joined the battle, trying to buy Bai Wuni a chance to survive. However, Zhang Han's killing intent was unwavering; only Bai Wuni's fall could quell the rage in his heart.
After a fierce exchange, Bai Wuni finally exhausted himself, his short sword was knocked away, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
Seeing this, Zhang Han raised his sword and slashed at him without hesitation. Just at this critical moment, a loud shout came from afar.
"Stop now! Do you want the envoy's head to be chopped off, and these lowly soldiers to be buried with him?!"
Zhang Han was startled and turned to look. He saw a Kucha general in the distance holding a sharp sword, coiled around Zhao Cha's neck like a venomous snake, his eyes flashing with a threatening glint.
"How dare you!"
Zhang Han was so angry that he laughed, but then, like a tiger with its hands and feet bound, he stopped what he was doing for fear of harming the tiger.
He couldn't bear to see Zhao Cha, who had sacrificed his precious life for the sake of the nation, suffer the tragic fate of being dismembered after death.
Bai Wuni gasped for breath like a flickering candle in a storm. The immense fear on the verge of life and death made him feel like a drowning man who had been pulled ashore, greedily sucking in the air.
"Release my king and order the retreat, or I will tear his body to pieces!" the general roared, his eyes burning with madness as if they wanted to incinerate everything.
Zhang Han was now caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat. Leaving was not an option, nor was staying. The situation suddenly became extremely awkward.
Zhao Cha, who was pretending to be dead, slightly raised his eyelids. When he saw that the general's sword was less than two fingers' width away from his neck, he knew something was wrong.
He quietly mustered all his strength, grabbed the sand beneath him, and hurled it like lightning at the general's face.
"ah!!"
Caught off guard, the general was struck by sand, his eyes instantly filled with it. Instinctively, he threw away his sword, covered his eyes, and cried out in pain, like a wounded beast.
"Are you kidding me?!"
Zhao Cha, not knowing where the courage came from, grabbed the sword that the general had dropped and plunged it into his neck.
Blood spurted out instantly, soaking Zhao Cha completely, turning him from a blood-soaked figure into a blood-soaked mess.
"I want to die but you won't let me, and now that I don't want to die, you want my life? Do you really think a scholar is powerless?!"
Zhao Cha covered the wound on his neck and cursed loudly. The action caused the wound, which had just healed, to reopen, making him wince in pain.
These strange changes stunned everyone.
"Holy crap, a corpse has risen from the dead?!"
Zhang Han, this burly and strong man, showed visible fear on his face, and his thick legs, which were as thick as pillars supporting the sky, began to tremble.
Looking back on his childhood, he was just a naked boy wandering around the mountain village. He often heard the older villagers talk about evil deeds, which left him with a lot of childhood trauma.
He never blinked when he wielded his knife, and now he had left behind hundreds of dead souls. Yet, he was terrified of ghosts and spirits.
They say that one should live in the face of death, and once a decision is made, how can one have the courage to do it a second time? This is exactly what Zhao Cha is like now.
Zhao Cha shouted loudly, "General Zhang, don't just stand there! If you wait any longer, I might really lose my life!!"
Zhang Han took a deep breath and realized that Zhao Cha was not dead. Although the wound on his neck was bleeding, it had not hit any vital organs.
"Coming...coming!"
With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Han beheaded Bai Wuni, then charged straight at Zhao Cha, his long sword deflecting the weapon aimed at Zhao Cha at the last second.
"bite!!"
The crisp, melodious sound surrounded him, frightening Zhao Cha so much that he didn't dare open his eyes, completely losing his previous fearless demeanor.
In a flash, Zhang Han killed four Kucha soldiers who had charged at him, then roared, "What are you all standing there for? Kill these Kucha soldiers!"
The soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Army finally came to their senses. They had been so stunned by Zhao Cha's resurrection that they had forgotten to help Zhang Han fight the enemy.
"kill!"
The soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Army charged forward with their swords drawn, their fierce momentum, like tigers descending the mountain, truly living up to their name. The surrounding Kucha soldiers all showed expressions of fear.
"How dare these mere barbarians contend with the elite warriors of my Great Qin?"
This was the first time Zhao Cha had witnessed the might of the Qin army in person, and his eyes gleamed with admiration. Their brave and invincible demeanor made him want to shout his approval.
Zhang Han approached and laughed, "Envoy Zhao, you really scared me to death! I really thought you had risen from the dead."
Zhao Cha clutched his neck with one hand and said with a wry smile, "If you generals had been a step later, you would be seeing my head right now."
Zhang Han smiled awkwardly, knowing full well that it was because they had sent troops ahead of schedule. He quickly changed the subject, "Men, take the Zhao envoy back immediately and find a military doctor to treat his wounds."
Since blood was still seeping from his neck, and now that Bai Wuni was dead, he naturally didn't want to lose his life here, so he turned and left with the guards.
Zhang Han watched Zhao Cha leave, then grinned and came to Bai Wuni's head, which had rolled to the side, and picked up the head that was still staring blankly into the night.
"Finally, we've chopped off your stinking bastard's head! You knew we came to destroy your Kucha, yet you dared to hold back and not give us an excuse!" Zhang Han launched into a furious tirade, no longer worried that Bai Wuni might become a wronged ghost.
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