One Stroke of the Hand

"Kid, what kind of game are you playing? Your banner is already in my hands, you have already lost. " Zhao Zhaofeng asked with his eyes wide open.

"Who said it? This military flag is still in my position. Come out, brothers." He sneered. In an instant, nearly seven hundred soldiers appeared from all directions and surrounded Zhao Zhaofeng and his three hundred soldiers.

Under Ye Haoxuan's beckoning, those people started to attack. This really caught Zhao Zhaofeng off guard. Besides, Ye Haoxuan had the advantage in position and preparation for the early stages, so naturally, it was easy to obtain this advantage.

In just a few raids, Zhao Zhaofeng's men had already lost half of their men. The rest looked at the situation and started to panic.

Zhao Zhaofeng, who was flustered and exasperated, immediately realized that one of the two hundred soldiers was his. Obviously, he had already betrayed them and his face immediately turned livid.