Liu Bei has also been bloody, and even stabbed enemies on the battlefield, but he has never felt as happy as he is now.

He thought too much before, but now he thinks too little, he doesn't know that Zhuge Liang's strategy has been seen through by Guo Jia and Jia Xu, he only feels that at this moment he has returned to the fresh clothes and angry horses that he longed for when he was young.

Xianyun Yehe Ancient Temple, a little Feihong shadow. Fast horses fighting in the rivers and lakes are nothing more than putting down fame and profit, how can people who have the country in their hearts be happy and chic

At this moment, he is no longer Uncle Liu Huang who has the world in mind and is in camp step by step; At this moment, he is no longer the gentle and gentlemanly Xuande Gong. He is just a ranger, a ranger who rides a fast horse with a double-strand sword in his hand to avenge his brother.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

With a long roar, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Ji Ling, and Guan Ping were divided into four long dragons and swept towards Zhao Yun and the others from the mountainside of the Flying Eagle Valley.

"Arrow"

Liu Bei had just crossed the mountainside, and Zhuge Liang had already taken over the banner of the command with his own hands, and shouted angrily at everyone, and suddenly the war drums were dense, and ten thousand arrows were like a forest.

High-pitched and agitated war drums sang in the valley, and boundless waterfalls of arrows poured down from behind the bushes, trees, and boulders on the mountainside, instantly staining the sky over Eagle Valley with ink.

Its momentum is like a thunderbolt, and its swiftness is like thunder.

However, Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong and Gao Gan seemed to have expected it, and there was no panic on their faces

The soldiers took out a big black umbrella from their backs and held it above their heads, and the Flying Eagle Valley immediately became an umbrella sky, while Zhao Yun and the soldiers under their command were like people holding umbrellas and carrying poems and distant soldiers, looking for the graceful Yi'an Xiaoling in the Flying Eagle Valley at the beginning of autumn.

The autumn rain hit the umbrella surface, and the sharp arrows also hit the umbrella surface, and the noisy sound sounded, and countless rain petals splashed on the umbrella surface.

It turned out that this umbrella was not an ordinary oil-paper umbrella, but a defensive umbrella shield specially made of cherry wood, birch wood and extremely thin iron sheet by Ma Jun in order to facilitate Wang Li's march.

The umbrella shield is not as heavy as the iron shield, nor is it as strong as the iron shield, but it is a good combination of the lightness of the umbrella and the function of the shield.

No, except for the little friends who were occasionally injured by sharp arrows passing through the gaps and fell off their horses, Zhao Yun's white horse Yicong and more than 20,000 soldiers still maintained an advancing formation. Of course, if Zhuge Liang and the others had used some slightly heavier weapons at the beginning, then the situation would have been different.

Like spears and guns.

The rain, still drifting, is floating outside the umbrella;

The arrows, still falling, also fall outside the umbrella.

However, the sound of horses' hooves and fighting had reached everyone's ears from the mountainside.

"Scattered"

"Receive"

The war drums in his ears were like thunder, the horse's hooves were like thunder, and the sound of killing was like thunder, but a strange smile appeared on Zhao Yun's face.

Two different and even contradictory commands gently spit out from their mouths, like spears piercing the rain curtain, all the soldiers ignored the cold arrows still flying above their heads, and ignored the murderous autumn rain of Nalaoshzi, put away the big umbrella in their hands, and then scattered towards both sides of the canyon, revealing five hundred white-clothed and white-armored iron-blooded knights.

"Rush"

The shouts sounded again, and Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong and Gao Gan had each led more than 100 Bai Ma Yi to rush head-on in the direction of Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Ji Ling and Guan Ping.

The remaining 200 knights turned into the two wings of the infantry army under the organization of Zhao Ye and Zhao Hai, and together with the 20,000 infantry troops, a huge goose-shaped formation with both offensive and defensive forces was placed in the canyon, and the direction of the goose wings was the mountainside on both sides.

Zhao Yunma is faster and faster, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a white cloud floating in front of Liu Bei, with a spear like the wind.

Liu Bei was taken aback, and was about to clench the double-strand sword to fight with Zhao Yun, when a black whirlwind suddenly rushed over.

A Zhangba snake spear swept past him, blocking the way of the bright silver spear, Zhang Fei's rough voice had already exploded in his ears, "Zhao Zilong, you damn splash skin, quickly return my second brother's life, if you have the courage, don't run today, come and fight with your third grandfather Zhang for hundreds of rounds"

"Why don't you dare, I'm just afraid that the kung fu of the three-legged cat in your hands is not as good as your second brother who is Wen Taowu strategy" Zhao Yun smiled coldly, a pear blossom came out, and countless rain flowers broke at the tip of the bright silver spear, and his hands trembled slightly, and the murderous aura was released, like a match.

As the saying goes, you don't hit people in the face, and you don't expose your shortcomings when you scold people. If it weren't for Zhang Fei's mouth, Zhao Yun, who was always elegant, would not have used the dead Guan Yu to provoke Zhang Fei.

After all, death is great, and since Guan Yu has already driven the crane west, he can only appear to be tasteless if he takes it out to talk about things. Moreover, Guan Yu is definitely worthy of being called a hero in the world in Zhao Yun's mind, although he has not dealt with Guan Yu a few times, but he knows that what died in his hands was a heroic man.

Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, Zhang Fei had already turned into a fried rooster, and the fighter in the rooster was croaking and waving his Zhangba spear and fighting with Zhao Yun, as if a mad demon was dancing.

On the other side, Huang Zhong and Gao Gan have also fought with Ji Ling and Guan Ping.

The gun went to the knife, the knife rose and fell, the knife light flew back and forth with the shadow of the gun, and the wisps of blades mixed with the blade rolled up and down, and the rain curtain in front of them was torn into splashed pearls from time to time, and the soldiers passing by also felt the murderous aura of the cold.

"Kill the soldiers, kill with me"

Since Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong and other three main generals have been firmly entangled by Zhang Fei and others, Liu Bei has taken the role of a pioneer, with a long roar, the double-strand sword raised and led the sons and daughters to cover the past against the large array presided over by Zhao Ye and Zhao Hai.

He knew how powerful Zhao Yun was, he had heard of Huang Zhong's bravery, and even Gao Gan's heroic appearance in Mengjindu in the past had left a floating light in his heart, and the three of them could be regarded as unborn fierce generals.

Zhang Fei should be able to fight Zhao Yun, but what about Ji Ling and Guan Ping, can they really compete with Huang Zhong and Gao Gan

The arrow array did not bring much damage to Zhao Yun's army, and the top priority was to quickly retreat or defeat the soldiers under their tent, only in this way could they rely on the tactics of the sea of people to completely leave Zhao Yunsan here.

The wind blew across Liu Bei's face, but Liu Bei was still full of fighting spirit, the raging fire was crackling and burning in his eyes, and he could already see the beard under Zhao Ye's chin and the wrinkles on his face.

Although he didn't know them, he knew that they were the heads of the Goose-Shaped Great Array and the White Horse Righteous Servant at this moment.

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king.

Liu Bei tightened the double-strand sword in his hand, his legs were clamped suddenly, and then he slapped heavily on the horse's back, tiptoeing under his feet, and his whole body had jumped high over the horse's head, like a Dapeng with his wings spread.

The wine draws the sword for longevity, and the sword shuttles into the bull fight.

There is no wine, but there is a warm blood; No one does longevity, but Liu Bei can take down the heads of the two people in front of him to sacrifice his longevity for Guan Yu.

Two sword lights shot up into the sky like white rainbows, shooting straight at the bullfight. Liu Bei turned over with a harrier in the air and landed in front of Zhao Ye and the others, and the double-strand sword in his hand pointed at Zhao Ye and the others from afar, emitting a scorching brilliance.

Thinking back then, the double-strand sword in his hand had been full of countless blood, and where did the two unknown lieutenants or lieutenants put in his eyes

Zhao Ye and Zhao Hai glanced at each other, only feeling a little inexplicable sadness and irony.

sadly, Liu Bei, as the commander of the first army of the Han Emperor, now has to step forward to fight with the two small characters like a single.

The irony is that the leader of the other party is right in front of them, and they can only avoid it temporarily, because their task is not Liu Bei, but the army under Liu Bei's account. They didn't dare to guarantee that the enemy would be able to defeat Liu Bei, so why should they live with unpredictable twists and turns for the upcoming victory

The two turned their horses' heads and returned to the formation, and as soon as the weapons in their hands were released, the soldiers hurriedly closed the portal of the goose-shaped formation, and a majestic drum horn suddenly spread and resounded through the sky.

"Kill"

"Capture Liu Bei alive"

The boundless shouting of killing sounded in the forest several miles away, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves fell on the ears of Liu Bei and the others, pulling the heartstrings like the autumn rain.