"It's Zhao Kuo, a mama!" The young Qin general finally recognized Zhao Kuo's identity and shouted: "The second and third sons should kill him soon. As long as you kill him, our army will win in this battle!"

Horse dress.

The son of the horse cousin.

The son of Ma Fujun Zhao She.

Zhao Kuo's heart moved slightly.

He has been carrying this title for many years.

Even though his father had been dead for a long time, people were still used to calling him Ma Fuzi.

Zhao Kuo laughed loudly, his pace kept on his feet.

Ten steps!

Zhao Kuo's voice was like a monkey rising up to the high platform, and the sword in his hand was like thunder.

Push the brain.

At this moment, the noises all over the world seemed to suddenly disappear, and Zhao Kuo only had the horror expression of this young Qin general when he died tragically.

A sad cry came faintly in the distance.

"Bang!"

Zhao Kuo kicked the opponent into dust, held the sword on the high platform, looked up all over, and laughed wildly.
Chapter completed!