If a martial arts expert of Zhao Wujiang’s caliber were to catch his breath, he would recover a significant portion of his strength, making him only harder to kill later.
The Wa State soldiers realized this; their only option was to use their lives as fuel. Even if one life could only trade for a single sword strike, or even half a one, they had to sacrifice themselves to exhaust Zhao Wujiang’s energy.
Chapter 541: I’m Done Pretending
The cries of battle pierced the clouds as the Wa State soldiers rushed toward Zhao Wujiang like rabid dogs.
Bodies fell in rows, yet the onslaught never paused for a single moment.
The lead commander of the Wa State forces landing on Dongji Island had issued a death order: to retreat even half a step was treason, punishable by the execution of one’s entire family. To advance, even if one died under the blade of the black-clad Daxia man, was a meritorious deed.
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