At this moment, Zhang Yue rushed towards his enemies like a boss in some games in later generations.

In Yin Ji's shocked eyes on the hill, he effortlessly kicked a man in red clothes away.

The other party was like being hit by a heavy hammer in the front, flew out at least five steps, and then rolled on the ground for a dozen steps, and the blood immediately burst out from the seven orifices, and after struggling twice, he couldn't move anymore.

"Big Brother White!" The other three were frightened and frightened, screamed, pulled out the sword at their waists, and rushed towards Zhang Yue.

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yue's mouth, and at the same time, his body rolled to the ground, avoiding the sword that slashed at him, and the long sword in his hand threw forward violently.

Today, his arm strength is almost comparable to that of later generations of shot put players.

With all his might, the sword is almost the same as the arrow shot by the longbow.

Burst!

An assassin screaming at him fell, his sword piercing through his entire chest and with great kinetic energy, nailing him through his entire body and thrusting him to the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Yue jumped up from the ground with a carp, grabbed the hands of an assassin in Tsing Yi, and unloaded his hands with a hard click.

The last man, at last, was frightened, screamed, dropped his weapon, and fled backwards.

But he didn't run far at all, but Zhang Yue caught up, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him backwards.

Syllable!

The man was thrown directly into the sky more than two feet high, and then fell straight to the hard earth.

Yin Ji was already scared stupid.

Where are these people?

I'm afraid it's the devil who crawled out of hell, right?

After Zhang Yue did all this, he turned to look at the shooter on the hill, and a mocking smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He's feeling refreshed and refreshed right now!

In my life, I have never had such a refreshing and transparent feeling.

He even felt that everything in the space in his mind was singing for him and singing for him.

The Yellowstone, even trembling with excitement.

War, conquest, this is his destiny!

It is also what the Jinyumu in the space craves and desires.

At this moment, Zhang Yue had a kind of realization that when the regions and enemies he defeated and conquered reached a certain number, there might be something incredible and unimaginable in the space.

When he realized this, his whole mind became extremely clear.

In layman's terms, it is the understanding of thoughts.

Zhang Yue stepped forward, pulled out his long sword from the corpse, and then walked up the hill step by step.

…………………………

Yin Ji looked at the devil who was bathed in blood and walked up the mountain.

He trembled with fear, his whole body twitching with fear.

The fears he remembered that had been deliberately buried and unwilling to be remembered were finally reawakened.

On Junji Mountain, the wind blows the trees.

Tens of thousands of Huns rushed up with a shout.

He trembled, he trembled, he trembled.

Finally, it collapsed.

He threw away his comrades and his honor.

With his tail between his legs and his own weapons, he fled into the mountains in a hurry.

He abandoned his duties and allowed his people and comrades to fall under siege by the Huns.

He's a coward, a deserter!

Not only will the Han people no longer accept him, but even the wolf god he once believed in will not accept him.

And now, the man bathed in blood is obviously only one person.

But it made him feel the same fear as he did at the beginning.

So, he made the same choice as he did at the beginning.

He screamed and ran to the other side.

Pity......

This time, he couldn't run away.

……………………

"Where do you want to go?" It only took Zhang Yue half an hour to catch this guy carrying a big yellow crossbow.

This time, he was much gentler.

He didn't even dare to use too much force, for fear of killing the other party.

Just grab him by the collar, snap him to the ground, stare at his face, and then gently force, remove his chin, hands, and feet.

Zhang Yue knows very well that this person is very critical, and he must not die!

After doing all this, Zhang Yue looked at the big yellow crossbow that he had discarded in the distance.

He walked over with a smile and picked it up.

Then he looked down at the body of the crossbow.

"In the first year of the Tianhan Dynasty, Shaofu said...... The examiner made Han Yuan ......" Zhang Yue softly read out the words engraved on the body of the crossbow machine.

"Riding Captain Li Shaoqing......" When he read this, Zhang Yue's eyes finally brightened.

Holding the crossbow machine, Zhang Yue walked up to the shooter, looked into his eyes, and asked softly, "You are Li Ling's subordinate?" ”

When the other party heard this, he shook his head in horror.

At the beginning, Li Ling went out of the fortress, and the Wuheng guides brought with the army, each of them had a book to check, and they could all be traced to specific tribes.

If the Han people found out about themselves, instead of being loyal to the Han, they became deserters, and even became anti-thieves......

So......

Yin Ji could imagine that the Han people would definitely take revenge and pursue their families and tribes!

"It's useless for you to deny it......" Zhang Yue squatted down, looked at him, and said, "Zhijinwu will find out everything!" ”

As long as this person is handed over to Zhijingo alive, then the officials of Zhijingo will definitely find out and understand the eighteen generations of this person's ancestors and all the past.

The only problem is that Zhang Yue must make sure that he is kept alive before the people who hold Jinwu come to take over.

Click!

At this moment, on the distant horizon, there was a sound of horses' hooves.

Zhang Yue stood up and followed the prestige.

But he saw more than a dozen Huiqu herdsmen, riding war horses and holding swords in their hands, galloping towards him.

When these people come, it means that they are safe.

"What a quick response!" Zhang Yue praised with a sigh, it seems that these Huiqu herdsmen not only know how to graze, but they have not lost their combat skills!

In this way, it is in line with Zhang Yue's mind.

With these Huiqu people who are good at riding and archery as their foundation, he may be able to train a good cavalry battalion in Xinfeng.

You don't need more, three or five hundred is fine.

At the beginning, Huo Qubing went out for the first time, and there were only 800 horsemen under his command.

But he still took these 800 horsemen, keenly found the weakness of the Huns, and killed them with one blow, and achieved a great victory in Longcheng.

The Huiqu people were fast, and after a few moments, they found the place where they were fighting.

Then, everything in front of them stunned them.

Seven men fell on the ground less than a hundred paces.

Five of them, who are already dead, can no longer die.

Their deaths also terrified the herdsmen.

"Taiyi is above, what's going on?" Some young people endured the fear in their hearts and questioned.

"What a god!" The Huiqu herdsmen who led the way were also well-informed, but he had never seen such a violent and barbaric fight.

He patted his chest, prostrated on the ground, and bowed to the heavens: "Could it be that the master of the soldiers has descended to earth?" ”

The Huiqu people, who have lived together with the Han people for decades, are no different from the Han people in terms of habits, culture, and even beliefs.

Like the Han people, they believed in Taiyi, the Eight Lords, and the Five Emperors.

At this moment, they naturally had to associate the deaths of these people with the legendary warlord Chiyou, who symbolized war and killing.

However, unlike later generations, Chiyou's image is hideous and tyrannical.

But He is the protector of the Xia people.

It is the most worshiped god of the Han army.

In the Biansai area, almost every household enshrines the idol of Chiyou.

And the Huiqu people have long worshiped the master of the soldier as the main god of their tribe.

For these Huiqu herdsmen, the scene in front of them cannot be caused by manpower.

It must be the Lord of the Soldiers!

For a while, almost all the herdsmen knelt down in fear and prayed to the god of war in their hearts.

At this moment, footsteps came from the hill.

But I saw a man, bathed in blood, facing the sun, walking slowly down the mountain, and in his hand, he was still holding a person who had lost half of his strength.

Many Huiqu herdsmen were in a trance at this moment.

"Are you a soldier master?" A young man asked quietly, his body trembling a little.

However, several Huiqu people with better eyesight still recognized this man.

They were shocked and lowered their heads: "Zhang Shizhong ......"

And in their hearts, they are full of admiration and praise and yearning.

"It's actually Zhang Shizhong......"

"Sure enough, it's the nobles of Zhuxia, who can't do it!"