Three Kingdoms' Great Agent

  "It's finally out!"

  Zhao Lian saw seven people rushing out from the left side of the mountain slope, and he felt relieved in his heart. It's easy to dodge an open spear but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. He wasn't afraid of the enemy showing up, what he was afraid of was not knowing where the enemy was hiding. He once again ordered the black-clad warriors to be vigilant and protect Zhang Cheng.

  Wang Lei charged down with his knife, avoiding the black-faced giant who was fighting the black-clad warrior, and rushed straight towards Zhang Cheng.

  "Kill!"

  Wang Lei let out a loud roar and swung up the long knife in his hand.

  "Death to ignorant bandits!"

  A black-clad warrior rushed up, his long spear shaking, its tip heading straight for Wang Lei's face.

  Wang Lei was sprinting at a critical moment, suddenly speeding up, dodging the black-clad warrior's large spear, and swinging his steel knife to slash out. Under the dazzling sunlight, a cold flash of light appeared in the air, and the black-clad warrior's neck had an additional scar. With a "plop" sound, the blood stain suddenly appeared, and the bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing Wang Lei's face.

  Its speed is no less ferocious than that of a giant black-faced man.

  Zhao raised an eyebrow, silently cursing his bad luck at running into another fierce person.

  "Up, three people in a group, surround and attack!"

  Zhao Lian immediately changed his strategy against the enemy, leaving two people to protect Zhang Cheng and him, while the rest of the black-clad warriors were divided into three groups to intercept Wang Lei and the six brothers around him.

  Three groups of nine people, with an air of great momentum.

  Zhao Lian supported Zhang Cheng, who was severely injured in the left chest, and leaned against a large stone by the side of the road, comforting him: "Sir, after killing the few small thieves who came to commit crimes, I will take you into the city for medical treatment immediately. You can bear it."

  "Ouch!"

  Zhang Cheng's head emerged at twenty, his face was pale and beardless, his complexion was pale, and a thick fear floated in his eyes.

  Zhao Lian could only comfort him with words.

  Wang Lei was surrounded by three black-clad warriors with guns, his long knife attacking repeatedly, but the three opponents were like one body, difficult to break through. Wang Lei had enough self-defense, but couldn't break through the defensive formation of the three men. Wang Lei's foundation was good, but the six brothers he brought were not up to par. These six people were all street thugs from Ye County, and while they could fight and brawl, they were far inferior in battlefield combat.

  Six people faced two groups of black-clad warriors, but in just a moment, someone had already been seriously injured.

  Wang Lei's eyes were about to split apart with rage, his heart filled with great hatred, but one of his hearts sank down, becoming even calmer.

  If Zhang Cheng is not killed, he will be killed.

  No matter the cost, Wang Lei had to complete it. He stared at the three black-clad warriors in front of him who kept stabbing him, and he already had a plan in mind. He deliberately revealed a fatal weakness. Sure enough, one of the black-clad warriors thrust his spear forward, and Wang Lei seized this fleeting opportunity, gathering all his strength to slash out with his sword.

  Clang!

  A huge force slammed into the gunstock, sending it flying straight out.

  "It's now!"

  Wang Lei saw the brief confusion of the three-man group's black-clad warriors, took a step back, and quickly charged forward.

  "Kill!"

  The long knife swung backhanded, the blade facing outwards, and swept upwards from below. With a "whooshing" sound, the blade tore through flesh and blood, and on the chest of the black-clad warrior who had lost his spear, between his chest and neck, a bloody gash appeared, with flesh flying everywhere and fresh blood splashing onto Wang Lei's face. All that could be seen was him grinning, revealing rows of white teeth, and on that slightly foolish-looking face, a smile broke out, like a blooming flower of blood.

  This slaughter was just a matter of blinking an eye.

  The other two black-clad warriors were also startled and momentarily stunned.

  On the battlefield, one moment is enough to be fatal.

  Wang Lei seized the opportunity, his steel knife slanted to the left, and a fierce light flashed under the dazzling sunlight. A scream rang out, and another person died under Wang Lei's knife.

  Two black-clad warriors were killed instantly, and the remaining one was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly.

  "Damn it, besiege, besiege!"

  Zhao Lian watched with his eyes, and his heart was anxious beyond measure.

  If they were really broken through the defense line, he and Zhang Cheng would definitely die today. Wang Lei hadn't even had time to deal with the last black-clothed warrior when another two groups of black-clothed warriors rushed over, blocking his path forward. The six brothers who followed him were also annihilated in an extremely short period of time, not a single one was left behind.

  Wang Lei's heart was filled with murderous intent, and he continuously swung his sword and charged forward.

  "Get out of my way, whoever blocks me shall die!"

  A tiger-like voice rose, and a giant black-faced man with two rows of warriors blocking him with spears shouted loudly.

  His two large iron halberds flew up and down, clashing against the big guns with a loud clang. In the blink of an eye, he launched a full-force attack again, and found another weakness, rushing to Wang Lei's position in the blink of an eye. Wang Lei and the black-faced man were surrounded by warriors, unable to advance. In front of them were two rows of gun-wielding warriors, with black-clad warriors on both sides and behind them.

  Zhao Lian was overjoyed in his heart and loudly shouted: "Kill them, not a single one is left." After the order was given, the black-clad warriors surrounding Dian Wei and Wang Yue did not attack. Facing the two fierce men, they did not dare to act rashly.

  Wang Lei concentrated his mind and said in a low voice: "Hei Da Ge, let's join hands and kill our way through!"

  The burly man with a dark face said: "My face is black, but I'm not surnamed Black. My name is Dian Wei."

  "Who is it?"

  Wang Lei looked at the man beside him who was as tall and dark as a black tower, his eyes wide with surprise.

  With a small spear on his back and a large iron spear in his hand, he is indeed the tragic male Tianwei, known as "the evil coming" by Cao Cao. In history, Tianwei served as Cao Cao's personal bodyguard and was deeply trusted. Unfortunately, before he could leave a mark in history, he became a sacrifice for Cao Cao's affair with Zhang Fei's wife.

  "Kill!"

  Wang Lei's moment of distraction was met with a black-clad warrior charging at him with a spear.

  Dian Wei dodged to one side, instantly moving in front of Wang Lei. With a loud "clang", he swung his massive halberd and blocked the deadly shot. He gazed intently at the black-clad warriors surrounding them, his voice low and serious: "Kid, since we're working together to take down our enemies, give it your all and don't get me killed. You cover my back, block any shots from behind, and I'll handle the vanguard."

  Wang Lei recovered and smiled: "Just testing your level earlier. Let's fight back to back, I'll take care of the rear."

  "Come and die!"

  Dian Wei let out a loud roar and charged forward with large strides.

  He was in charge of the sprint, with two iron spears flying up and down in his hands, without any regard. A long spear stabbed forward, its tip flashing with cold light, each large spear rushing straight at Dian Wei's vital point. But seeing Dian Wei's iron spear spinning around, it actually collided with the incoming large spear in a flash of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, Dian Wei's left hand iron spear struck out.

  "Hiss!"

  A loud crash, and the giant spear was actually broken by him.

  Dian Wei seized this fleeting opportunity, took a step forward and swung his halberd. The sharp blade of the halberd swept across the neck of the black-clad warrior, blood splattered everywhere, and in an instant another man fell to the ground.

  Dian Wei continued to thrust forward, and the black-clad warrior retreated again and again, unable to seize his momentum.

  Wang Lei stood behind Dian Wei, blocking the attacks from behind. He swung his steel knife repeatedly to block the large spear that was thrusting towards him from behind. Compared to Dian Wei, Wang Lei bore less pressure, after all he didn't need to charge forward head-on, only needing to guard Dian Wei's back.

  Zhao Lian saw Dian Wei advancing steadily, his face dark with worry.

  With a flicker of his eyes, he glanced at Zhang Cheng's blood-stained chest and ordered, "Take the lord to the back, further away." The two black-clad warriors immediately executed the order. Zhao Lan endured the pain in his tiger's mouth, picked up his large spear from the ground, and stared intently at Dian Wei and Wang Lei who were charging towards him. He couldn't just sit and wait for death, or he would definitely lose.

  Zhao Lian stared at Dian Wei like a venomous snake.

  Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

  "Get out!"

  Zhao Lian let out a loud roar and suddenly threw the large spear in his hand.

  "Whoosh!"

  A large spear pierced through the air, carrying a piercing whistling sound, and shot straight at Dian Wei.

  PS: The fourth update; Monday's rush ranking, begging for flowers, thank you.