During the break when he was selflessly attacking the stronghold, he was surrounded by countless torches before he knew it.

There is fraud!

There is fraud!

There is fraud!

Tan Wei felt a chill in his heart!

It turns out that just as Changyu said, today is not the right time to attack the camp.

This is Pang Tong’s conspiracy!

no!

The frustration and despair on Tan Wei's face only existed for a moment before he threw it away.

"There is still a glimmer of hope to capture Liu Chan!"

Tan Wei didn't care about anything else and drove the big black horse under him to gallop towards the largest camp in the village.

The lights are flickering there, and Liu Chan must be among them!

As long as Liu Chan is captured, there is a way to survive!

It was a good idea, but among the crowd, a warrior holding a spear rushed out and rushed towards him.

Without saying a word, Zhang Bao approached Tan Wei and then drew out his spear like a dragon, hitting him directly in the face.

The latter raised his gun, but he didn't expect that Zhang Bao's draw of the gun was fake but the draw of the sword was real. He saw a flash of silver in the fire and cut off Tan Wei's head and half of his shoulder with his sword.

The splatter of blood made Zhang Bao look like a bloody devil.

"Hahaha! So happy!"

Zhang Bao laughed loudly and licked the hot blood. He was wearing iron armor, like a god of war descending to the earth, harvesting the lives of the rebels.

This long-planned fishing finally caught one.

Zhang Yu was slumped on the ground at this moment, looking at Pang Tong who was laughing at him, and felt his heart go cold.

A scar the size of a bowl can't be removed from the head.

That being said, when it comes to facing death, who can accept it completely calmly?
Chapter completed!