There were not many Chu soldiers left.
How many had died? Perhaps ten thousand, perhaps twenty thousand.
In any case, the ground was already carpeted with corpses. Some were Qin soldiers, but most were Chu soldiers.
Xiang Liang had undoubtedly won his fight against Zhang Han.
But Western Chu had lost.
The defeat had come like a landslide.
The Chu army had already begun to collapse. Though their fighting spirit remained, though their blood still burned, this battle could no longer be won.
Xiang Liang was not only facing Zhang Han; at the same time, he was facing several Qin soldiers.
With no more Chu soldiers left to fight, the Qin soldiers had joined their commanding general, Zhang Han, in battling Xiang Liang.
Xiang Liang unleashed a flurry of ground-rolling spear techniques. Even Zhang Han and four or five others could not get close, but he knew his strength would soon be spent.
Grief rose in his heart, yet Xiang Liang fought even more fiercely.
"If you want to die, then come kill me! Come kill me—ahhh!!!" At some point, a wound had appeared on his head. After fighting for so long, blood, mud, and sweat had mixed together, leaving Xiang Liang looking utterly bedraggled.
Another spear thrust came from an unknown angle. Xiang Liang failed to dodge in time, and his helmet was knocked off.
His beard and hair were entirely gray, making him look like an aged lion. Exhaustion showed plainly on him, his whole body drenched in blood, yet he still roared as he fought.
"Come on—come on—"
"Come onnnn—!!!"
Splat—
Bang—
Xiang Liang blew apart another Qin soldier's head with a thrust of his spear, but at the same time, another spear pierced into his abdomen.
"Puh—"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Xiang Liang's mouth,