Haner's eyes were dull, his face was pale, his hands were shaking, and his legs were shaking.

He wanted to shout "I'm quitting" and then turn around and run away, but his reason told him that this was absolutely not allowed. If he dared to turn around and run away, Darimu would definitely chop off his head with a knife.

Haner had hundreds of men under his command, and he was still the centurion, but now he was the bare commander. All his men had fallen in front of Wu Feng, with blood flowing into rivers and their bodies lying on each other.

To be honest, when he was ordered to come up to attack, Haner still had great hope, because no matter what, if 100 of me fight with my life, it won't work, right? But he really didn't expect that,

It’s really hard to fight!

Now that all his men are dead, it's his turn, whether to go up or not, that's really a question.

Haner turned his head blankly and glanced at Darimu, who was looking at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

Han'er's heart felt cold. He had struggled for so many years and did not hesitate to change the name of his country to the name on the grassland. All his thoughts were used to flatter Darimu. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was still the same.

It ended up like this.

If he had known this, he regretted it so much. If he could use the time and energy spent on flattery to practice his skills, maybe he would still have hope of living today.

Darimu's eyes gradually became fierce, and Haner knew that if he didn't come forward, Darimu would have to use his head.

"ah……!"

Han'er let out a sharp cry, like a howl, and then suddenly rushed forward, closed his eyes, and swung the knife at Wu Feng.

Before Haner swung the knife, the sound coming out of his throat suddenly stopped, like the little chicken whose neck was broken, and the sound disappeared after a few clicks.

Wu Feng casually cut his neck with a sword.

Haner fell to the ground, with a tear falling from the corner of his eye. He didn't know if he regretted that his life of flattering others was over.

When Darimu saw that Haner was dead, he didn't say anything, but turned his attention to the other centurions.

The department store managers all became aware of what Darimu meant.

Haner is a close confidant of Darimu, and among all the centurions here, he is the centurion closest to Darimu.

Now he died like this, on the way to the charge, and all the hundreds of people under him died, also on the way to the charge.

Then, are the centurions like myself as close as Haner and Darimu?

Definitely not!

So what else can be done?

One of the centurions suddenly looked at Wu Feng.

He pointed the knife in his hand forward and said, "Just die! Come on, brothers, I don't believe he can really block it by himself."

There are so many of us living there.”

With one person taking the lead, the others immediately started to move and began to launch a fierce charge towards Wu Feng.

This attack is different from the previous ones.

In the past few times, everyone was thinking about preserving their strength. Everyone wanted to let others take the lead and didn't want others to take advantage of them.

But now it's different. Now it's either death or killing Wu Feng. Anyway, there is Han'er's example in the front. You just need to give me the mission and rush forward. If you can kill Wu Feng, they will live.

If Wu Feng and the others don't die, they can only continue to die.

There was a smile in Darimu's eyes, and he was very satisfied with this situation.

He came from the northern prairie. After being captured, he went through many hardships and finally became a general of the Li Kingdom. He turned around and fought against his fellow tribesmen many times.

He and his clan can be killed with the most cruel means, not to mention that these people from the Li country under his command are not from the same clan as him, nor are they related to him. He doesn't care at all, just die! Even if they all die, as long as he can be kept alive

, it doesn’t matter to him if it can get him promoted.

He fought against his former compatriots and killed them in brutal ways, not just for the sake of becoming an official.

Now he comes to Southern Wilderness just to be an official. Since he can't die on his own, he will have to let you men die.

Wu Feng felt that the pressure was much greater than before. This time the enemy who rushed up really wanted to fight with all his strength, instead of the previous strategy of conserving strength.

Therefore, scars soon began to appear on Wu Feng's body, and the scars began to become more and more numerous.

As a result of the increased scars, his movements began to be affected, not as sharp as at the beginning, and his speed also slowed down a lot.

The situation on Wu Feng's side was immediately seen by the centurion who launched the attack first, so the attacking party became even more excited.

"Go up! Go up! Go to death for me. He can't hold on anymore. He can't hold on for much longer."

The centurion who was the first to rush up screamed the loudest. He had already seen Wu Feng's condition and knew that Wu Feng was actually not as powerful as he appeared on the surface. In fact, he was already very exhausted.

I don’t believe I can’t hold you back to death!

The minister tried his best to push his men forward. If anyone was a little slower, he would chop him down with a single blow.

What he was thinking in his mind was that Haner and the others were in front and so many people died. Now I am trying my best to consume the hundreds of people under my command here. I will force you to show your flaws. As long as you

Once a flaw is exposed, it's over.

Wu Feng did begin to feel a little tired, and his strength was rapidly being depleted, but there was no replenishment.

The continuous fighting continuously squeezed Wu Feng's strength, and he felt increasingly tired.

Wu Feng felt his eyes were filled with blood. Anyway, he only sensed an enemy and quickly swung his sword.

He felt that the power in his body was flowing away quickly, and he was just waving the sharp sword in his hand mechanically. It was very likely that in the next moment, he would no longer be able to use it at all.

Wu Feng even suspected that he might not be able to hold on any longer at the next moment. It could be said that he was struggling to hold on almost entirely by will.

Looking at Wu Feng who was crumbling but still standing there, Darimu couldn't help but feel deeply shocked. After so many years of fighting since he started on the grassland, this was the first time he had seen such a strong person.

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However, he also saw from it that Wu Feng's strength was almost exhausted, and he might not be able to withstand the next charge.

"Everyone, please work harder. Whoever can take off his head, I will recommend him in front of General Zhengnan and ask for credit for him."

The Zhengnan sergeants who had already been killed in a semi-crazy state became even more excited when they heard Darimu's words. Many of them screamed and rushed towards Wu Feng, regardless of whether they were alive or not to get this credit.

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Wu Feng had just cut off a man's head with his sword, and another man came up and hugged him. When he was holding the sword, he kicked the guy back, and then he jumped on another man and hugged him.

leg.

"Chi la!"

Wu Feng thrust his sword down into the leg-hugger's back, but another person bumped into him, hitting his head on his head.

Wu Feng shook his head. His head was a little dizzy, as if blood was flowing down, and his eyes were blood red.

These people were simply crazy, rushing towards Wu Feng as if they were desperate.

At the very back of the crowd, Darimu began to pull out his scimitar.

His scimitar is like a half moon. It is a weapon used by the people on the grassland and has been accompanying Darimu in his battles to this day.

Looking at the crumbling Wu Feng, a smile appeared on Darimu's face, but it looked particularly ferocious. He raised his legs and started walking towards Wu Feng.

Wu Feng tried his best to make his movements faster, but he really didn't have the strength. He was stabbed several times again, and the blood on his body was pouring out when he was desperate, but he had no time or energy to stop the bleeding now.

Or whatever, he just relied on an instinct to stick here and fight with all his strength against the enemies rushing over.

"He can't hold on anymore, kill him!"

It was still the head of the hundred households who launched the attack first. This guy was now covered in blood. I don't know how much of it was his own and how much of his soldiers. Anyway, there was definitely no Wu Feng in it.

The centurion took the lead in charging toward Wu Feng, and struck Wu Feng on the head with the knife in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the centurion seemed to see a sun in front of his eyes, and then Wu Feng's sword fell on him.

"Chi...!"
Chapter completed!