The fleeing soldier, whose throat had been pierced by the bamboo spear, widened his dusky yellow eyes as he viciously looked at Tang Zhen.
In the blink of an eye, his gaze turned blank and he fell limply to the ground.
"You're looking for death!"
Seeing this, the defeated soldiers at the side roared in unison, waving their swords and rushing over.
Two of the defeated soldiers immediately drew their bows and arrows, trying to kill Tang Zhen from a distance.
"Swish!"
With a slight friction sound, the bamboo sword was unsheathed and directly stabbed at the fleeing soldiers.
It was clearly a bamboo, but it was as sharp as metal, easily piercing through the leather armor of the defeated soldiers.
The defeated soldier's eyes were filled with shock and despair. He didn't expect his life to end like this.
In the next moment, the bloodied bamboo sword was pulled out of the chest, and the fierce defeated soldiers collapsed to the ground.
