Gao Tuoshan was like a thunderbolt. He originally planned to give it a try, but after guessing the opponent's identity, he instantly lost his will to fight.
Gao dragged the battle ax in Shanchu's hand and pointed his right hand at the first warrior in front of him. He panicked and stammered: "He...he is King Ding!"
"That man is Zhao Huan!"
The huge bet between Zhao Huan and Zhao Ji in Yizhou has long been spread, and Gao Tuoshan has also heard about it.
Not long ago, Gao Tuoshan thought this gamble was extremely funny and didn't take Zhao Huan to heart at all.
After all, in his opinion, even if Zhao Huan had extraordinary abilities, he could only sit in Bianjing and would never be able to take away his head.
But now, Zhao Huan suddenly appeared in front of him like a divine soldier descending from the sky.
More than that!
This man was not only as cruel as the rumors said, but he was also able to scale the city wall first and possessed a courage unmatched by any man.
An unprecedented fear suddenly filled Gao Tuoshan's heart.
The soldiers protecting Gao Tuo Mountain were all stunned for a moment.
They originally thought that the first warrior in front of them must be an elite veteran who had experienced hundreds of battles. However, their three views were subverted. This person turned out to be the rumored King Ding of the Song Dynasty.
When did the Song Dynasty have such a capable prince?!
"This is King Ding? The legendary King Ding!"
"Isn't he in Bianjing? Why did he suddenly appear in Yizhou?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If the Cai clan knew that he had left Bianjing, they would definitely send people to intercept him on the way, unless... no one knew that he had arrived in Yizhou."
"Could it be said that King Ding traveled thousands of miles just to take off the head of the commander-in-chief?"
"What kind of monster is this guy?"
The soldiers were both shocked and frightened. They felt that their outlook on life had been completely overturned. Before this, they had never heard of anyone as crazy as Zhao Huan.
As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. The majestic prince of Song Dynasty suddenly appeared in front of the rebel party, which should have made the rebel party flock to him.
But the result was exactly the opposite. The appearance of Zhao Huan was a huge blow to the morale of the Ever Victorious Army.
Even the soldiers around Gao Tuoshan were completely panicked.
Zhao Huan didn't have the habit of reporting his family status, so he took advantage of the chaos and took his life!
He immediately put down the long-handled axe, pulled out the bone again, and walked straight towards Gaotuo Mountain with steady steps.
At this time, Sun He and others had just climbed onto the city wall. Seeing Zhao Huan who had already rushed towards the enemy, both Sun He and the remaining Dung Ba were greatly encouraged.
"Your Majesty is brave and brave!"
"As expected of the prince, he single-handedly frightened the enemy into chaos."
"Hahaha, brothers, if we work for the prince, we will definitely accomplish great things."
Accompanied by bursts of exclamations, Zhao Huan picked up his bones and swung a "baseball bat" directly into the face of the rebel in front of him.
First, the helmet flew out, and then there was an ear-piercing sound of bones breaking. The traitor's cheekbones were all shattered by Zhao Huan.
What followed was a bunch of smashing!
Although Zhao Huan is proficient in the six royal arts, he is not rigidly adherent to formalities. Each of his moves can be described as "extremely ugly".
Opening and closing, banging and banging, these are all crude and ugly styles of play that would make experts shake their heads.
But it is undeniable that it is very practical.
Every time Zhao Huan swung Gu Duo, he would hit the opponent's life gate, or directly dent the opponent's helmet, and even shock his head.
Or hit the shoulder armor hard, breaking the opponent's shoulder blade.
None of the enemies knocked down by Zhao Huan died, but they all rolled on the ground and howled like slaughtering pigs.
Until Zhao Huan waved the bone again, from bottom to top, in a "golf ball" posture, and hit the enemy's crotch steadily, everyone felt a chill on their backs and woke up as if from a dream...
It's not that Zhao Huan couldn't kill the opponent, but he deliberately didn't kill him.
The hoarse screams on the city walls were another catastrophic blow to the morale of the stubbornly resisting enemies.
Even the soldiers who were loyal to Gao Tuo Mountain fled.
When Sun He and others saw this, they ignored the soldiers who were maimed and injured by Zhao Huan. They all changed into blunt weapons and followed Zhao Huan forward to smash them.
At the same time, the dung bullies outflanking them from behind were also approaching.
Gao Tuoshan had no way to escape, so he had no choice but to jump over the wall. When he lowered his head, he was completely desperate. Five dung tyrants were already squatting under the city wall, holding small golden melons and short axes, waiting in full formation.
The surface of Gao Tuo Mountain is as gray as ashes. Ever since his uprising, I have never been forced into such a miserable state.
But at this moment, the more than 300 remaining soldiers around began to surrender.
The numbers are about the same, but the morale is very different.
No one had the courage to confront Zhao Huan.
Seeing that the enemy began to throw away their weapons and kneel down to surrender, Zhao Huan, who had been attacking with all his strength, stopped. He was carrying the bones and bathing in the sun covered in blood. He looked less like a god of war than a god of evil.
"I have never broken my promise about Haikou."
"I said I'd take your head off in one month, and that's just one month."
Feeling the violent energy emanating from Zhao Huan, Gao Tuoshan couldn't help but swallow with great difficulty. He knew that he had failed and would definitely die today, but he didn't want to die in such a useless way.
"If I hadn't been brought down by the street fighting, how could I have fallen into your hands so easily?"
"If you are truly a hero, give me a dignified death."
"You dare to fight with me!"
Faced with Gao Tuoshan's fight to the death, Zhao Huan agreed without a second thought: "No problem!"
Zhao Huan ignored the obstruction of Sun He and others and directly threw a short knife to Gao Tuoshan.
"Remove your armor."
"You and I will fight each other with flesh and blood, holding daggers, to see who will survive."
Gao Tuoshan's desperate eyes finally regained some fighting spirit. If he could have supported Zhao Huan before he died, his death would have been a grand one.
Even if you fail, you can still leave a good name behind you.
Gao Tuoshan took off his armor one by one, then picked up the short knife and shouted: "What are you waiting for, Your Majesty? Take off your armor and compete with me!"
Zhao Huan slowly removed Gu Duo from his shoulder, then with all his strength, he smashed it directly towards Gao Tuo Mountain.
"I'll unload on your grandma!"
"As a noble prince, are you worthy of fighting against you?"
Gao Tuoshan's eyes were wide open and he was in disbelief. He never imagined that Zhao Huan would go back on his word.
Unfortunately, he had already removed his armor and was unable to stop Zhao Huan's smashing bones. His sternum was directly broken and his whole body went limp instantly.
Zhao Huan lowered his bones, took out the short knife from Gao Tuoshan's hand, raised it up, and shouted coldly: "You're just a traitor, do you want to be decent?"
"I wish I could crush you and other traitors into powder!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huan swung his sword heavily. In an instant, blood spattered and Gao Tuoshan's head fell to the ground.