Damn, how is that Chu guy still alive?!
When the enemy general's long lance thrust past his face, nearly grazing it, Su Shi Yilu took in the man's hate-filled expression and thoughtfully supplied a voice-over. It was not only the enemy general's inner thought, but his own as well: "Three against one, and that Chu guy still turned the tables. What a pathetic way to live—and what the hell was the point of dying?!"
Beneath his helmet, his old face flushed red. He was furious and enraged.
Based on his understanding of Chu Jie, Su Shi Yilu would probably have to endure quite a few disdainful looks from him after the battle. Chu Jie had fought three against one, and all three opponents had been formidable, while he himself had fought two against one. They had started at the same time, yet Chu Jie had finished first and taken three heads in one breath. Su Shi Yilu, on the other hand, had made no progress at all and had been forced to leap up and down by the enemy's long lance and saber. If that was not incompetence, what was?
Later, Chu Jie would not need to say a word. He would only have to cast him one or two meaningful, measuring glances, and the mockery would be at full strength. For the next few years, Su Shi Yilu would be unable to stand straight in front of Chu Jie. Just imagining the scene was enough to wake him in a fury in the middle of the night!
The two enemy generals had not expected this turn of events either.
For a moment, a trace of fear rose in their hearts.
Not every Martial Gall Warrior considered being wrapped in a horsehide after death an honor.
With so many countries