Chapter 562: The killing weapon that His Majesty gave him is called...
"Your Majesty! Fan Kuai invites you to fight!"
The butcher held the bloodless knife in his hand, his eyes reflecting the tragic battlefield and the figure that looked like a god or demon.
He licked his lips, his well-developed muscles tensed and hard as steel.
Such an opponent is rare to come by, and he was eager to fight him. His strong desire to fight made him rarely ignore his brother's hints and ignore Liu Bang's almost blinding eyes.
"No."
The Second Emperor refused.
There was an undisguised bloodthirst in the butcher's eyes , but his body and tone were sincere to the extreme.
"If no one stops this boy, our army will lose. Your Majesty, please allow me to fight."
The Second Emperor said no more, and stared at the battlefield without even moving his eyes.
The butcher wanted to continue asking for a fight, but the anxious Liu Bang pulled him back, slapped him on the head, grabbed Fan Kuai by the collar and held him in front of his face, gnashing his teeth and shouting:
"If you want to die, just use the dog butcher knife to cut the bird's neck, don't go to His Majesty and implicate your father!"
The rogue general, who was good at interpersonal relationships, had long since discovered the importance of scientists to Ying Chengjiao. With a gloomy face, he stopped Fan Kuai, who was looking embarrassed, and followed the second emperor's gaze at the battlefield.
[The Mohist School is indeed about to be defeated...]
Liu Bang said it in his heart but didn't dare to say it out loud.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Chu army, led by the unstoppable Overlord, had an absolute upper hand.
Ordinary soldiers suffered 10% casualties and were defeated.
The elite soldiers suffered 30% casualties and were defeated.
The casualties of the Black Armor Mohist Army are about to reach 10%, and these Mohist disciples who are not regular troops may be defeated at any time.
Once they are defeated, the army will be defeated like a landslide, and the number of casualties from trampling will be more than those from pursuit.
Liu Bang stole a glance at the second emperor's face, and saw no sign of the second emperor's intention to call off the troops. He secretly wondered if His Majesty wanted to use this war to eradicate the Mohist school. The existence of the Mohist school was not a good thing for any ruler.
In fact, Ying Chengjiao rode up on his horse and rushed forward with eager eyes, not only because he could not stop Mohist from dying and destroying Mohist thought, but there was another important reason.
In this battle, the commander of the Black Armor Mohist Army was the Military Genius Han Xin.
The sound of weapons clashing kept ringing in his ears. Han Xin's face was as hard as iron, and he commanded his soldiers to fill the gaps like an emotionless machine.
Several top Mohist masters stood around Han Xin to protect this young general who did not belong to the Mohist school.
Upon learning that Zhao Gongming, his close friend and brother who had saved his life and taught him, had died tragically at the hands of Xiang Yu, Han Xin rushed to Chen County overnight.
The military achievements in destroying Qi, the kings, princes, generals and ministers, nothing mattered before he avenged Zhao Gongming!
Under Han Xin's command, the Mohists were like a flowing river, and the air strikes and flaws were immediately restored after the Overlord left.
The Overlord can cut off the water by smashing his gun, and the Military Genius can make the water flow again when he commands his troops.
[Are you going to lose?]
Han Xin's red and swollen eyes were filled with bloodshot and hatred, but at this moment, a trace of despair rose up in his heart.
He originally thought that the second emperor Ying Chengjiao was brave enough.
But compared with this young man who broke into the battlefield and maneuvered freely, and was called the Overlord, the Second Emperor was just a naughty boy.
Before facing the enemy, he used Taigong's Art of War to tell a hexagram, and the result of the hexagram was in his arms.
He took out the tortoise shell from his arms and stared at the burnt and cracked tortoise shell patterns on it - this is a disaster! This battle is bound to be lost!
His teeth were chattering , the pain went straight from his mouth to his brain, and the sweet and fishy taste of rust flowed in his mouth.
What's the point of him replenishing his formation faster? It's just a matter of adding one more shot. If this continues, the surge in casualties will soon lead to a qualitative change from quantitative change, and become an avalanche-like rout.
On the battlefield, things change rapidly. With just a short delay, the situation takes a turn for the worse. The Chu army, which has a small advantage, is about to turn the tide!
Han Xin did not give the order in time, and there were remaining gaps in the two battle formations that had not been filled. The Chu army took advantage of the situation and rushed in, and more than a hundred black-armored soldiers fell down in a row.
"Defeat is certain, please return, General."
A Mohist master said in a deep voice.
He also studied the art of war and could see that there was no chance of winning this battle.
The black armor refused to retreat in order to avenge the great master. This was Mohist's own business and there was no reason for the Qin general to sacrifice his life.
After persuading Han Xin to leave, he and several Mo Sheng took over the command and attacked the King of Chu who was as tall as a god or demon.
Han Xin looked up when he heard the voice.
He saw one black-armored body after another falling down, and saw one face after another losing life without any sign of retreat.
He saw that the battle formation was bloated in some places and incomplete in some places.
He saw that those Mohist disciples who were not soldiers stayed at their positions without wavering and did not act rashly without orders.
"I'm just a bird!"
Han Xin threw the fierce tortoise shell to the ground and crushed it with one foot!
"This is a battle we must win, you are nothing!"
He encountered a more powerful enemy than he had ever encountered before.
But under his command were the most skilled, most faithful, and most obedient Mohists! He had never commanded such soldiers before, and this was unprecedented.
Under the quick and intensive commands of the Soldier God, the situation quickly returned to a state where the Chu army had a slight advantage, and as time passed, it remained unchanged.
Overlord, who was avoiding the top masters of Mohism , was unstoppable. The Chu army followed behind him and took over the battlefield, inheriting the advantage, like a python.
But there was no way to suppress the snake head, and the snake body was restrained tightly. The black-armored snake body was vulnerable in front of the snake head, bleeding and its scales were broken.
With the advantage of one person, Xiang Yu was able to lead the entire Chu army to a small advantage, but he was unable to turn it into a winning advantage.
As the battle continued, more and more people in black armor and red armor fell. The red armor still had a slight advantage, but the balance of victory began to tilt towards the Mohist School.
The Mohist army did not collapse as its numbers decreased, but the Chu army was on the verge of collapse.
The 8,000 soldiers who went into battle were still as enthusiastic as ever, but the remaining soldiers of Zhang Chu who surrendered were afraid of fighting. They didn't know what double pupils were. They would only see fewer and fewer people around them, and more and more images of their comrades' tragic deaths in their minds.
Xiang Yu noticed it.
At the beginning, he had endless physical strength and led his men to fight their way out of a bloody situation.
Even now, he still has endless physical strength, and he is determined to lead his subordinates to fight their way out of the bloody battle.
"These Qin dogs are not afraid of death! They will not be defeated!"
He cursed.
The Overlord didn't know how many people he had killed, but he estimated that the number should be more than 30%.
But these Qin soldiers were just as resolute as before. They could fall to the ground and die, but they would never retreat. And the most important thing was that no matter how much impact he caused, these Qin soldiers would restore their formation. It was simply amazing!
Overlord's four pupils moved and locked onto Han Xin.
If this man is killed, no matter how strong the Qin army's fighting spirit is, it will be dispersed by him.
He had known for a long time that the commander was Han Xin, but he also knew that Han Xin must be surrounded by heavy protection.
He rushed forward recklessly, and the Mohist masters could not catch up, so he could avoid them. If he rushed towards Han Xin, he would have to face the Mohist masters.
Without this overlord, can the Red Armor still compete with the Black Armor?
Could the Chu army hold out before he killed Han Xin?
He was faced with a difficult decision.
Han Xin met Xiang Yu's gaze, smiled provocatively, and ran his left palm under his neck, making a throat-cutting gesture.
His right palm touched the hard object in the lapel through his clothes. There was the killing weapon given to him by His Majesty, called a pistol.
He tried it, and it was powerful.
