(I have been dealing with some things in the past two days. I took the time to type on the road. I will resume normal updates when I get home tomorrow.)

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Danger!

At that moment, Zhao Futu retreated almost instinctively. As he retreated, he held the Desert Eagle in his hand and fired one after another. All the bullets hit the fat and black-faced general who suddenly changed in front of him, but the opponent's body seemed to have suddenly broken through something.

Due to this restriction, all the bullets fired by Zhao Futu were stuck in the muscle layer. At first glance, they looked like nails driven into wood. He could even see the tail of the bullet stuck in the muscle.

Such a wound doesn't even require surgery. You can just use a clip to clip out all the bullets!

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The fat and dark-faced man had a strange blush on his face, and the light in his eyes suddenly became a little brighter. It looked like he was returning to the light, and the various wounds on his body that weakened him were all ineffective for a while.

He took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and the muscles in his body tensed and squirmed, forcing out all the bullets that had entered his body.

Immediately afterwards, he roared, grabbed a yellow scarf sergeant and used it as a human shield in front of him, and then slammed into the crowd.

His strength is astonishing!

Nearly a thousand people densely surrounded him. His collision caused a chain reaction, and then twenty or thirty people were knocked to the ground by him. All of a sudden, the Yellow Turban Army who surrounded him appeared.

There was a slight gap. But at this time, the black-faced, fat and fierce general had no intention of leaving. He locked Zhao Futu with extremely hateful eyes, and rushed towards him on the periphery with a posture of sharing the same fate.

It is impossible for the nightmare space to be resurrected at full status for no reason. Although the fat and black-faced general suddenly activated the so-called general soul, the injuries he suffered before are still there, and the blood flowing out of his body is still there. At this moment, the black-faced general is still alive.

The fat general seemed to be unparalleled in power, but in fact Zhao Futu estimated that he was just holding his last breath and borrowing a burst of power that seemed like a flashback!

At this time, you absolutely cannot confront him head-on.

Zhao Futu fought and retreated, using the crowd to fight against him to start a guerrilla war. Although the black-faced and fat general had an astonishing momentum at the moment, he was only one person after all. Even if he was smashing watermelons all the way with more than a thousand heads, he was like one per second.

If he hits him, half an hour will be wasted. As long as he doesn't run away, Zhao Futu has plenty of energy to waste with him. Moreover, although he is so domineering at this moment that he can't defeat the enemy with a single move, he is not Ultraman, let alone

Transformers, even if a knife cuts on his body, it will be blocked by the terrifying muscle layer, but it will still be injured and bleed.

Zhao Futu didn’t believe it!

The fierce general in front of him can still survive after the blood dries up.

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However, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army was almost exhausted at this moment.

Although Zhao Futu threatened and lured them and boosted their morale several times, the fat and black-faced general was like a devil from hell at this moment, covered in blood but still fierce and unparalleled. He killed and injured the Yellow Turban Army. At first, they might have been holding on to their support.

He thought that the number of people would kill him, but now he was a little timid. It was almost a quarter of an hour, and the black-faced and fat general was clearly about to give out his strength, but inexplicably, he suddenly showed his power again. The Yellow Turban Army was already a little nervous.

They were so timid that if their own numbers hadn't completely overwhelmed their opponents, they would have fled out of fear.

There was no other way, Zhao Futu could only use his last trump card!

He waved his hand suddenly and immediately ordered his personal guards to attack. Then he shouted at the already timid Yellow Turban Army: "This man is Dong Zhuo! This time the Han army was defeated by the great virtuous master.

Commander! Never let him escape!"

"If you take down Dong Zhuo, the great virtuous teacher will be rewarded heavily!"

At this moment, more than a dozen yellow turban warriors wearing razor-sharp armor also joined the battle. They led a group of men and horses to surround the black-faced and fat general, and then roared: "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is standing!

If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be blessed!"

"Take Dong Zhuo's head! Sacrifice the flag to the Yellow Turban Army!"

"Get Dong Zhuo's head! A great virtuous teacher will be rewarded heavily!"

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Dong Zhuo?!

The surrounding Yellow Turbans were suddenly shocked, and then they stepped back again by mistake. They had heard of this guy's name. It was said that the imperial court sent troops to encircle and suppress them. At the beginning, they sent a man named Lu Zhi.

This Lu Zhi was no match for the great virtuous master and suffered a defeat at the hands of the great virtuous master, so the court sent another man named Dong Zhuo.

Could it be this person in front of me?

When they thought of this, their hearts were filled with heat. This was the general who commanded the imperial army. His head was not comparable to that of ordinary generals. He was completely worth the money!

If this person is captured, what kind of reward will the Great Sage Master receive?

There were also well-informed people in the Yellow Turban Army, and some people had heard that Dong Zhuo was a dark-faced and fat general. After comparing them, they immediately felt that this person was probably Dong Zhuo who was commanding the army!

As a result, the Yellow Turbans, who had just begun to think about retreating, rushed forward swarm again.

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In fact, it doesn't matter whether the general in front of them is Dong Zhuo. The important point is that Zhao Futu must make the Yellow Turbans believe that he is Dong Zhuo. As long as they believe that the man in front of them is Dong Zhuo, then they will not escape so easily.

Because the rewards that Zhao Futu could give them were limited, but the rewards given to them by the Great Virtuous Master were immeasurable. If the Yellow Turban Army could really succeed in their rebellion, this credit would be enough for them to overshadow future generations.

According to Zhao Futu's estimation, this person should not be Dong Zhuo, for no other reason than Dong Zhuo's force value is also very high, it must be much higher than Bao Xin, but the black-faced, fat general in front of him is at most a little more powerful than Bao Xin.

They don’t look like the legendary Dong Zhuo or Dong Zhongying who were so brave and violent that the Bingzhou Qiang people did not dare to have any second thoughts!

Besides, Dong Zhuo was defeated and had already been rescued by Liu, Guan, and Zhang. There was no reason why they could still meet him halfway.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The fat and black-faced general had more and more wounds on his body. The severe blood loss made his movements slower and slower, and his strength became weaker and weaker. Zhao Futu had already used up all the ammunition on him, even though he knew that the opponent had already

He was on the verge of death, but he still didn't dare to act rashly. The fat and black-faced general looked like he was planning to die with him. How could he dare to take the risk again at this moment, in case he erupted again strangely?

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finally!

When Zhao Futu picked up a military crossbow and hit him in the chest with an arrow, the arrow was no longer stuck in the muscle layer, but shot directly into his heart. The black-faced, fat and fierce general couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and let out a cry full of unwillingness.

roared, and then seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground. The invisible golden light behind him shook sharply, and then a special force locked Zhao Futu's body, and then

The golden light emanated from his body as the center, locking it firmly in place!

His private space suddenly shook, and when the shaking stopped, a star-like golden light cluster condensed in it.

Then, a series of prompts sounded from the nightmare space:

"Contractor No. 1013 killed the famous historical general Dong Min! ... The famous historical general Dong Min is Dong Zhuo's brother. The contractor will be locked by Dong Zhuo's hatred. The hatred value is locked to the highest value, irreversible, and cannot be changed! ...

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"Contractor No. 1013 killed the famous historical general Dong Min and obtained 3000 survival points, 10 merit points, 1 two-star general soul (Dong Min), and a silver equipment key."

"The contractor obtains 3,000 points of Yellow Turban reputation. If the contractor's Yellow Turban reputation reaches respect, he will automatically gain the favor of the corresponding Yellow Turban plot character. At the same time, the reputation of the Han army camp will be greatly reduced! Since the contractor defeated a famous historical general on the battlefield, he will receive

The reputation of a famous general in the Three Kingdoms plane is 500 points, and the contractor's pseudonym 'Huangshi' will gain the reputation of a third-rate military general and be spread in the Jizhou area of ​​this plane."

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At the same time, all contractors also received a space prompt:

"A certain contractor has completed a hidden mission and obtained a general's soul. The main line of this battlefield mission has been completed. The battlefield space will end early in half a month!... A certain contractor has completed a hidden mission and obtained a general's soul. The main line of this battlefield mission has been completed.

The battlefield space will end prematurely in half a month!... A certain contractor completed the hidden mission and obtained the soul of the general. The main line of this battlefield mission has been completed, and the battlefield space will end prematurely in half a month!"

This red line of words was prompted three times before disappearing. All the contractors couldn't help but be stunned when they heard it, and then many people cursed fiercely!

Near Wancheng.

Sixty-seven weird people in strange clothes gathered in a corner of the Han army camp. One of them, a thin, white-faced man with a cold face, looked at the others and gritted his teeth and said: "We risked our lives to sneak into Wancheng, and two people were killed and five were seriously injured. How about this?"

It was easy to kill Zhao Hong, the Yellow Turban Commander! But apart from giving us 9,000 survival points, a golden key, and more than 30 merit points, the Nightmare Space didn’t even see a single soul or Mao!"

"But why can others get the soul of the general before us by casually killing a rubbish historical general? Then Zhao Hong is surrounded by a Yellow Turban Warrior and a Yellow Turban Warlock. It can be said that he is one of the most difficult generals to kill at this stage.

Yes. Why is there someone who obtained the general soul before us?"

The thin, white-faced man with a cold expression snorted coldly: "Did you really collect the information in advance?!"

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For a time, whether in the Yellow Turban Army camp or the Han camp, the minds of the contractors were in a state of confusion.;
Chapter completed!