C4841 Surrounded
C4841 Surrounded
Zhang Feng was forced back more than ten meters.
He flew out from the direction of the altar and fell heavily onto the ground.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, looking even weaker.
On the battlefield, Zhang Feng was also seriously injured. However, he didn't have the time to heal himself. He just wanted to send Cao Bao's corpse back to his hometown as soon as possible.
Now that he had been countered by the statue, Zhang Feng's injuries were even more severe.
"The War God has shown his divinity!"
"May the War God bless me, please bless me!"
"Someone come, quickly drag this soldier hoodlum away, don't be angry, War God!"
The surrounding people piously knelt down.
Everyone knelt down, only Zhang Feng remained standing.
"Kill!" Zhang Feng let out a furious roar.
He raised his saber and charged out once again.
However, this time, Li Jing's statue released an even brighter golden light that struck Zhang Feng's body.
"Bang!"
Zhang Feng was sent flying once again, and even the saber in his hand was shattered by the divine light.
He struggled to his feet and placed his bloody hand on the brick. Wisps of blood flowed down his arm and turned him into a bloody man.
"Are you crazy? How dare you disrespect the statue!"
"Let me tell you, the garrison is coming soon. You lunatic, you will be severely punished soon!"
The surrounding people cursed loudly. Some even threw eggs and shoes at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng's mouth was unable to speak properly. He glared at his surroundings, his eyes were red, and he was on the verge of bleeding.
No one knew that Zhang Feng's injuries were all left behind during the battle with the Tang army.
Great Yu's dragon flag was still fluttering on the city gate in the distance, but the people around him were all dressed in Tang attire, paying their respects to Li Jing.
"Kill!"
Zhang Feng did not explain.
He did not charge towards Li Jing's statue, but instead slammed his head into the table in front of the statue.
The table was filled with all sorts of sacrifices used to worship the War God. Now that it had been knocked over, it was scattered everywhere.
The crowd was instantly enraged.
They had come here to receive the blessings of the War God, Li Jing.
Zhang Feng messing around was simply taking their lives.
"Attack together! Capture this madman!"
"Smelly soldier, do you think this is a battlefield? I asked you to come and be arrogant!"
The surrounding people swarmed forward, pressing Zhang Feng onto the ground and punching and kicking him.
If Zhang Feng was at his peak, beating up a bunch of motley crew members would naturally be a piece of cake.
However, after experiencing a great battle, Zhang Feng's stamina had long been exhausted. He was suppressed by countless people, and was actually unable to get up for a moment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fists and kicks landed on his body. Zhang Feng was beaten until his head was bleeding. A shadow had already appeared in front of his eyes.
The surrounding people gritted their teeth, and did not hold back at all towards Zhang Feng. They all used their full strength.
Zhang Feng had already suffered internal injuries on the battlefield.
At this moment, after being surrounded and attacked, he continuously spat out blood, several of his bones broken.
"Stop!"
A rich merchant walked over and grabbed Zhang Feng's collar and scolded: "I specially prepared the War God Ritual, but you dare to come and cause trouble, who ordered you to sit!"
After saying that, he raised his palm and was about to slap Zhang Feng.
But at this moment, a chaotic sound suddenly came from afar, and the crowd suddenly dispersed.
"Star Lord has arrived, the people in front move aside!" Someone shouted loudly.
Hearing the Star Lord's arrival, the merchant's expression changed slightly.
"Drag this stinky soldier to the back, don't let him come and cause trouble!" The merchant ordered.