"Then I won't bother with the county guard."

Zhao Yun said: "I will fight to the death with the Yellow Turban today, and I never thought about living until tomorrow!" ”

After he finished speaking, a school knife hand walked towards the Changshan County Guard.

Changshan County Guard was scared, and he watched in horror as the school knife hand got closer and closer.

"Zilong, General Zilong, I'm confused for a while, you have a lot of adults, just let me go."

At the moment of life and death, Changshan County Guard was frightened and cried, and he begged Zhao Yun for mercy: "The big war is imminent, if you kill me, it will shake the hearts of the army, you have to think twice." ”

"I've thought about it."

Zhao Yun looked at the county guard of Changshan: "Since the lord of the county guard has no opinion, then Zilong is here to pay tribute to the lord in advance, and I hope that after eighteen years, the lord will be a good man again." ”

While speaking, Zhao Yun bowed a few times to the Changshan County Guard, and then his face was awe-inspiring, and he no longer paid attention to the hysterical scolding of the Changshan County Guard.

School knife hand, hand up and down.

The head of the Changshan County guard fell to the ground, and the head was in a different place.

"General Zilong, well done!"

Outside the city, Hua Yan, the leader of the Yellow Turbans, saw this scene, he laughed loudly, and in the past two months of confrontation, he lost five thousand Yellow Turban soldiers before and after, but this did not prevent him from appreciating Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, he didn't speak, but waved his hand.

The gate of Zhending City slowly opened, Zhao Yun was wearing a white robe, holding a bright silver spear, he rode a white horse, rushed out of the city, and behind him, followed by three thousand soldiers.

"Pour out of the nest!" Hua Yan's eyes were surprised.

In the past two months, Zhao Yun has been brave and good at fighting, relying on the geographical advantage of Zhending City, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, sticking to the city and repeatedly defeating the attacks of the Yellow Turban Army.

Now that the terrain has been lost, the numerical superiority of the Yellow Turban Army will be completely revealed.

"It should be that the grain and grass hoarded in Zhending City are gone, and they have reached the point of exhaustion."

As the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, Hua Yan quickly figured out why Zhao Yun would give up his geographical advantage and choose to go out of the city to meet the enemy, Zhao Yun's move was exactly what he wanted.

"Brothers, kill with me!"

After leaving the city, Zhao Yun took the lead and rushed to the front.

"Good time." Hua Yan laughed loudly, he waved his hand and ordered, and the whole army attacked.

In an instant, a big war is about to break out!

Zhao Yun took the lead, he rode one person and one horse, with an unstoppable momentum, and rushed to the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, the first to bear the brunt of the Yellow Turban soldiers holding strong shields in the front row.

This is the defensive formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the front row is the sword and shield soldiers, which can effectively stop the enemy from charging. ，

The sword and shield soldier is the nemesis of the cavalry.

However, a cold light flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes, his horse's hooves galloped, and when he was about to hit the shield array of the Yellow Turban soldiers, he waved his bright silver spear, and the spear shot out like a dragon, piercing the front row of the Yellow Turban Soldiers' shield formation with the fierceness of thunder.

The spear was domineering, carrying the remaining strength, and violently pierced the heart of the shield-wielding Yellow Turban soldier.

The tip of the spear stained red with blood came out of the body.

"The one who kills you, Changshan Zhao Zilong is also!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Yun raised the bright silver spear, and the sword and shield soldiers who were pierced through the body by the bright silver spear were directly thrown out, and the terrifying force impacted and overwhelmed more than a dozen yellow turban soldiers.

Like an arrow, Zhao Yun rushed into the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, and where he passed, people turned on their backs.

Behind him, the 3,000 soldiers of Changshan County, who followed, collided fiercely with the Yellow Turban soldiers.

As soon as they came into contact, nearly 100 people were killed and injured.

The sound of gold and iron fighting, like wonderful music on the battlefield, constantly sounded, accompanied by the sound of fighting and screaming.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun is like a sharp sword, directly plunged into the heart of the enemy, in the Yellow Turban Army with no end in sight, he is invincible.

Every time he struck, he would sweep away all the Yellow Turban soldiers who were attacking and killing him.

Serious injuries can range from serious injuries to death.

The blood-stained robe is red through the armor, who dares to compete!

Time passed, Zhao Yunchong was killed in front, and the three thousand soldiers behind him were annihilated by the Yellow Turban soldiers.

With an absolute numerical superiority, the Yellow Turban Army divided more than a dozen small battlefields and brutally slaughtered the only 3,000 remaining soldiers in Changshan County.

From the very beginning, the battle was one-sided.

The number of the Yellow Turban Army is too many!

Rushing all the way to kill, Zhao Yun was like a dragon in the sea, setting off stormy waves, like entering a no-man's land, he had forgotten how many Yellow Turban soldiers he had killed.

There are so many people killed that I can't remember.

There were no teammates around, so Zhao Yun rushed to kill, without any scruples, he shot like a dragon, and one after another Yellow Turban soldiers kept falling in front of him.

Before he knew it, he was already surrounded by a heavy siege.

As far as the eye can see, the plains outside Zhending City are all filled with the figures of the Yellow Turban Army, and the 3,000 people in Changshan County have long been submerged, and all of them have died on the battlefield.

Now, only Zhao Yun is left.

His war horse is long gone.

Manpower is sometimes poor.

After a stick of incense......

Zhao Yun gasped, his face was as pale as paper, and the sharp bright silver spear in his hand had been deformed.

The gun is full of gaps, and both people and weapons have reached the point of despair.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who killed him around him had already been killed by him.

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers surrounded him, knowing that Zhao Yun was exhausted at this time, but no one dared to rush forward, looking at his gaze with a strong sense of horror.

"Brothers, kill him, and we'll make the first contribution!"

There was a shout from the Yellow Turban soldiers, and this sentence stimulated a lot of Yellow Turban soldiers, and five or six Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other with greed in their eyes, and then they raised their long knives and slashed at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun raised his head, although he was exhausted, he did not take half a step back, but instead raised his bright silver spear and faced the several yellow turban soldiers who rushed to kill.

Clang!

Bright silver spear rungs, intercepting a few long knives that came in.

Click!

Click!

However, the next moment, the bright silver spear, which was already on the verge of dying, was overwhelmed and the body of the gun broke.

Taking advantage of the last gap between the bright silver spears, Zhao Yun's eyes were sharp, and he bullied up to the Yellow Turban soldiers, and slammed his palms into the chests of two of them.

The screams rang out.

The chests of the two Yellow Turban soldiers collapsed, and they couldn't survive.

Seeing this, the remaining three people were so frightened that they turned around and ran, but in the process of turning around and running away, they were grabbed by Zhao Yun's outstretched hands.

Zhao Yun shook it off.

The two Yellow Turban soldiers he grabbed flew out violently, and when they fell, the sharp spears held by the many Yellow Turban soldiers around them pierced through their bodies alive and died tragically on the spot.

The Yellow Turban soldier who escaped crawled into the crowd, he looked at Zhao Yun in horror, and was so frightened that he was incontinent.

"Who else!"

Panting, Zhao Yun's body was unstable, his eyes widened, and he looked at the dense and endless Yellow Turban soldiers around him, his whole body was burning with fighting intent, and he had no fear.

The leader of the Yellow Turban Army, Hua Yan sat in the Chinese army, he looked at Zhao Yun, who was still fighting, and waved his hand to order.

"Pass the order, take Zhao Yun's head, reward fifty gold, and be a thousand-commander."

Just when the herald was about to convey Huayan's military order, suddenly, something happened suddenly.

"Report, report to General, there is a Han army of 500 people, which is attacking the left flank of our army."

A herald came running.