Chapter 55

(These past two days, I've been dealing with some matters, and I've been writing during my travels. I will return to normal updates after I get home tomorrow.)

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Danger!

In that instant, Zhao Futu almost instinctively retreated, firing his Desert Eagle repeatedly as he backed away. The bullets all hit the suddenly transformed black-faced, fat, and muscular general in front of him. However, it seemed that the general's body had broken through some kind of limit, and the bullets were all stuck in his muscle layer, looking like nails driven into wood. One could even see the tails of the bullets embedded in the muscle.

Such wounds didn't even require surgery; one could simply use a pair of pliers to extract all the bullets!

"Clang, clang, clang!"

A strange red flush appeared on the black-faced, fat, and muscular general's face, and the light in his eyes brightened. It looked as if he was experiencing a last burst of energy. The various wounds on his body, which had been weakening him, suddenly became ineffective. He took a deep breath, his wrist trembled, and his muscles tightened and wriggled, squeezing out all the bullets that had been shot into his body.

Then, he let out a low roar, grabbed a Yellow Turban soldier as a meat shield, and charged into the crowd.

His strength was astonishing!

Nearly a thousand people surrounded him densely, but his charge caused a chain reaction, and two or three dozen people were knocked to the ground. Instantly, a gap appeared in the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding him. However, at this moment, the black-faced, fat, and muscular general had no intention of leaving. He locked onto Zhao Futu with a look of intense hatred, determined to take him down, and charged toward him, who was on the outskirts.

The Nightmare Space couldn't just randomly revive someone to full health. Although the black-faced, fat, and muscular general had suddenly activated his so-called general's soul, the injuries he had previously sustained were still there, and the blood flowing from his body was still there. At this moment, he might look invincible, but Zhao Futu estimated that he was just holding on with his last breath, using a burst of energy like a last gasp.

At this moment, it was absolutely impossible to engage him head-on.

Zhao Futu fought while retreating, using the crowd to wage guerrilla warfare. Although the black-faced, fat, and muscular general was currently intimidating, he was just one person. Even if he smashed through the crowd like smashing watermelons, one per second, it would still take him half an hour. As long as he didn't run, Zhao Futu had the energy to wear him down. Moreover, although he was currently invincible and no one could stand against him, he wasn't Ultraman or a Transformer. A slash on his body would still be blocked by his muscles, but he would still be injured and bleed.

Zhao Futu didn't believe it!

This general couldn't possibly still be alive after bleeding out.

...

However, the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers was also nearly exhausted.

Although Zhao Futu had repeatedly encouraged and threatened them to boost their morale, the black-faced, fat, and muscular general was like a demon from hell, covered in blood but still fighting fiercely, killing countless Yellow Turban soldiers. Initially, they might have thought they could overwhelm him with numbers, but now they were starting to feel fear. It had been almost fifteen minutes, and the black-faced, fat, and muscular general, who was clearly exhausted, had suddenly regained his strength. The Yellow Turban soldiers were becoming hesitant, and if not for their overwhelming numbers, they would have fled out of fear.

With no other choice, Zhao Futu had to use his final trump card!

He waved his hand and ordered his personal guards to charge, then shouted at the already hesitant Yellow Turban soldiers, "This is Dong Zhuo! The Han army commander who was defeated by the Great Virtuous Teacher! We must not let him escape!"

"Capture Dong Zhuo, and the Great Virtuous Teacher will reward you greatly!"

At this moment, over a dozen well-armed Yellow Turban warriors joined the battle, leading a group of soldiers to surround the black-faced, fat, and muscular general. They roared, "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky shall rise! In the year of Jiazi, the world will be at peace!"

"Capture Dong Zhuo's head! Offer it to the Yellow Turban army!"

"Capture Dong Zhuo's head! The Great Virtuous Teacher will reward you greatly!"

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Dong Zhuo?!

The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers were instantly stunned, and their retreating steps were inexplicably halted. They had heard of this man. It was said that the court had sent troops to suppress them, and initially, they had sent a man named Lu Zhi, who was not a match for the Great Virtuous Teacher and suffered a defeat. Then, the court sent a man named Dong Zhuo.

Could this be the man in front of them?

The thought made their hearts race. This was a commander of the imperial army, and his head was far more valuable than that of an ordinary general.

What kind of reward would the Great Virtuous Teacher give if they captured him?

Some of the Yellow Turban soldiers were well-informed and had heard that Dong Zhuo was a black-faced, fat, and muscular general. Comparing this to the man in front of them, they felt that he might indeed be the commander Dong Zhuo!

Thus, the Yellow Turban soldiers, who had just thought of retreating, charged forward again.

...

Actually, whether this general was Dong Zhuo or not was not important. What was important was that Zhao Futu had to make the Yellow Turban soldiers believe he was Dong Zhuo. As long as they believed this, they wouldn't easily run away. Zhao Futu's rewards were limited, but the rewards from the Great Virtuous Teacher were immeasurable. If the Yellow Turban rebellion succeeded, this achievement would be enough to ensure their descendants' prosperity.

According to Zhao Futu's estimation, this man was not Dong Zhuo. The reason was simple: Dong Zhuo's martial prowess was very high, far surpassing Bao Xin. However, this black-faced, fat, and muscular general was only slightly more powerful than Bao Xin, not the legendary Dong Zhuo who had suppressed the Qiang tribes in Bingzhou with his might.

Moreover, Dong Zhuo had been defeated and rescued by Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei. There was no reason they would encounter him on the way.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The black-faced, fat, and muscular general's wounds increased, and severe blood loss made his movements slower and his strength weaker. Zhao Futu had used up all his ammunition on him. Although he knew the general was on the verge of death, he still didn't dare to act rashly. The general clearly intended to take him down with him, and Zhao Futu didn't dare to risk it, in case the general suddenly burst with energy again.

Finally!

When Zhao Futu shot an arrow from a military crossbow into his chest, the arrow didn't get stuck in the muscle layer but pierced his heart directly. The black-faced, fat, and muscular general let out a roar of defiance, then, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength, he slowly knelt to the ground. A faint golden light behind him trembled violently, and a special force locked onto Zhao Futu's body, then spread out, firmly locking the golden light.

His private space suddenly vibrated, and when the vibration stopped, a star-like golden light orb condensed within it.

Then, a series of prompts from the Nightmare Space sounded:

"Contractor No. 1013 has killed the historical general Dong Min! ... Dong Min is Dong Zhuo's younger brother. The contractor will be hated by Dong Zhuo, and this hatred value is locked at the maximum, irreversible and unchangeable! ..."

"Contractor No. 1013 has killed the historical general Dong Min, gaining 3000 survival points, 10 merit points, one two-star general's soul (Dong Min), and one silver equipment key."

"Contractor gains 3000 Yellow Turban reputation points, reaching the 'Respected' level. The contractor will automatically gain the favor of relevant Yellow Turban characters, and the Han army camp's reputation will be significantly reduced! Since the contractor defeated a historical general in a direct battle, the contractor will gain 500 reputation points among the Three Kingdoms' generals, and the contractor's alias 'Huangshi' will gain the reputation of a third-rate general and spread in the Ji Province of this plane."

...

At the same time, all contractors received a space prompt:

"A contractor has completed a hidden task and obtained a general's soul. The mainline of this battlefield task has been achieved, and the battlefield space will end in half a month! ... A contractor has completed a hidden task and obtained a general's soul. The mainline of this battlefield task has been achieved, and the battlefield space will end in half a month! ... A contractor has completed a hidden task and obtained a general's soul. The mainline of this battlefield task has been achieved, and the battlefield space will end in half a month!"

The red text was repeated three times before disappearing. All the contractors were stunned, and many of them cursed fiercely!

Near Wancheng.

Six or seven strangely dressed people gathered in a corner of the Han army camp. One of them, a pale-faced, thin man with a cold expression, looked at the others and gritted his teeth, "We risked our lives to infiltrate Wancheng, losing two and severely injuring five, and finally managed to kill the Yellow Turban leader Zhao Hong! But the Nightmare Space only gave us 9000 survival points, one gold key, and a few dozen merit points. We didn't even get a general's soul!"

"But why did someone else get a general's soul just by killing a minor historical general? Zhao Hong was surrounded by Yellow Turban warriors and Yellow Turban sorcerers, making him one of the hardest generals to kill at this stage. Why did someone else get a general's soul before us?"

The pale-faced, thin man with a cold expression snorted, "Did you really gather all the intelligence beforehand?!"

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For a moment, the contractors in both the Yellow Turban and Han camps were all in a state of turmoil.