Zhang Han found the situation incredibly thorny.
If he had barely managed to withstand Xiang Liang's attacks before, then now, he did not even dare touch Xiang Yu's attacks.
The pitch-black halberd carried the force of ten thousand tons. A graze meant injury; a hit meant death. Though he had more troops, Zhang Han was actually—
Being driven back step by step.
"Chu soldiers, heed my command! Not one step back! Kill—!!!" Xiang Yu forced Zhang Han back several more steps, then turned his head and roared at the Chu soldiers fighting the Qin troops behind him. His voice rang across the battlefield.
"Kill—!!!"
Zi Juan was the first to respond, followed by an answer like mountains roaring and seas crashing.
After retreating two steps, Zhang Han turned his horse around and withdrew. Though he had not ordered a retreat, both armies continued slaughtering each other.
"These Chu soldiers—something's wrong with them!" He panted twice, fiercely wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and ground out the words with certainty.
It was not the first or second time he had led Qin troops against Chu soldiers. Zhang Han believed he understood perfectly well what the Chu army was like.
They were well-trained, neatly organized, and possessed firm fighting spirit. But these Chu soldiers had completely exceeded anything he knew!
Whether generals or common soldiers, every one of them attacked madly, struck madly, like a single whole radiating immense and uniform killing intent.
A meaningful smile appeared on Xiang Yu's stern face. Turning his head, he looked through the mass of Qin troops at Zhang Han, making Zhang Han's heart abruptly skip a beat.
The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd spun once before smashing down toward a Qin soldier who seemed to be trying to earn