Ma Chao quickly rushed to the right side of the battlefield.

When the peripheral soldiers saw that it was Ma Chao, they naturally did not dare to stop it, so they quickly moved out of a straight way, and after Ma Chao entered the battle circle, they quickly closed it and surrounded it into an iron bucket.

"Ma Mengqi, what are you doing here!"

Seeing Ma Chao enter the battlefield, Huang Zhong, who had a slight difference in physical strength among several people, blew his beard and glared, and asked angrily.

The other three also set their sights on them.

"Old man, I can't hide it, this Zhao Yun hurt me lightly that day, and today, I will kill him here with my own hands!"

Ma Chao raised the tiger head gun in his hand towards Zhao Yun, and said hatefully, his handsome face showed a look of deep hatred.

At the same time, Ma Chao was also looking.

Zhao Yun, who was surrounded in the center, had become a trapped beast, covered with several sores, and his white jade armor had long been covered with blood.

He was panting sharply at this moment, and he could no longer live up to his original heroic appearance. Huang Zhongsi's generals sealed the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and the four of them linked, and he couldn't break out at all.

It is estimated that if he can't wait for exhaustion, he can shed blood and die first.

I promised my sister before I came, so I had to think of a way to send Zhao Yun out without a trace.

Ma Chao thought like this in his heart, so he threw a fist at Huaxiong and the others, and said solemnly: "I am tired of the four generals to give me a ...... to sweep the formation."

However, before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Hua Xiong: "Meng Qixiaoer, you are dreaming!" If you want us to plunder the battle for you, won't the credit be all yours! ”

Among the four people, he was the most seriously injured by Zhao Yun just now, and there were as many as seven or eight large and small wounds, although they were not fatal, but they were very painful.

Therefore, he must kill Zhao Yun with his own hands.

The other three were also reluctant to sweep the formation, but they took a lot of effort to withstand Zhao Yun's rage, how could they give away this credit in vain because of Ma Chao's words?

"I don't want any credit, I can give it all to you." Ma Chao said it very bluntly.

"Cut, we need you to make?"

Hua Xiong's tone was unhappy, and the word 'let' that came out of Ma Chao's mouth made him feel as if he was being underestimated.

"And what do you want?" Ma Chao narrowed his eyes, and his tone couldn't help but be cold.

Hua Xiong was not afraid of offending Ma Chao, and he also refused to give an inch: "Zhao Yun is the general of the enemy army, and this head is the most valuable." I don't know what others think, anyway, Lao Tzu won't give you a sweep! ”

The merit of killing Zhao Yun can be said to be second only to killing Liu Bei.

"At this time, you two should stop arguing."

Seeing that the conflict between the two was escalating, Zhang Liao, who had the style of a general, hurriedly came out to persuade him, and gave his opinion by the way: "If you want me to say, it is better to kill the enemy general first, so as not to have too many dreams at night!" As for the merit, whoever has the highest ability can take off his head the fastest, even if it is the first meritorious, what do you think? ”

"The old man has no opinion."

Huang Zhong, who was riding a yellow horse and holding a mountain pavilion knife in his hand, breathed a little and stroked his beard with one hand.

He just can't keep up with these young people in terms of physical strength, and in terms of combat experience and martial arts, he is not inferior to Zhang Liao and the others.

"Yes, in this way, Lao Tzu will save you the credit and share the credit equally." Hua Xiong also agreed loudly, if you want to talk about Zhao Yunman's state, Hua Xiong will definitely not be able to do it. But now, after Zhao Yun disappeared in the state of madness, he was obviously not as good as before, even if he fought alone, Hua Xiong had 100% confidence to kill Zhao Yun.

Xu Huang also nodded.

The four of them all responded to this proposal, and Ma Chao didn't want to say anything more, so as not to show his horse's feet and arouse suspicion, so he let out a low shout, flew the sofa under his crotch, and went straight to Zhao Yun.

Seeing this, the other four generals thought that Ma Chao wanted to grab the credit, so they refused to fall behind, and at the same time patted the horse and rushed.

The five generals were killed, Zhao Yun, who was in the center, gasped twice, and then inhaled sharply, blocking the qi in the dantian of his abdomen, the blood of his trembling arm flowed, and he didn't go to bandage, the cracked tiger's mouth tightened, and he held the bloody gentian at the tip of the gun.

He knew that he would not be able to escape death today, so even if he joined Ma Chao, a fierce general, he was not afraid in his heart, his eyes were resolute, and he would not break his backbone even if he died today.

"Where righteousness goes, there are no regrets in life and death!"

Zhao Yun roared suddenly, patted the white horse under his crotch, and the horse's hooves stomped heavily on the ground, moving forward.

Don't retreat, move forward!

Perhaps, this will be the last charge of his life.

On the other side, below the city.

Looking at Xiapi, where the city was about to break, Zhenrong finally felt a little relaxed in his heart.

However, this sense of relief did not last long, and Zhenrong re-energized his heart again.

It was as if he heard the roar of thousands of wild beasts coming out of the mountains.

Looking back, thousands of troops and horses rumbled, flying flags, horses running wildly with their hooves scattered, and faces full of fanaticism......

Somehow, seeing this magnificent and passionate scene, Zhen Rong was very depressed in his heart, he wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound.

The man who rushed to the front, his armor was cold, he held a halberd with a long halberd, and under his crotch was a divine horse like a fire dragon flame, and his four hooves stepped on the ground, giving people the feeling of a landslide and a crack.

Lu Bu galloped past Zhu Rong, and he didn't even glance at Yu Guang, his cold eyes were only the city in front of him.

Zhen Rong froze in place, a pair of small eyes wide open, and looked at this focused and extremely powerful man in a daze.

He was like a violent whirlwind, blowing past him, leaving only the whistling of the wind.

"Wait for me, my lord!"

When the cavalry chasing Lu Bu's footsteps in the rear rushed past him one after another, Zhen Rong came back to his senses, shouted, and then gathered the surrounding personal soldiers, and also followed the charge towards the city.

At the city gate, the defenders inside withstood the two city gates that were about to collapse, while the Guangling soldiers outside raised the hammer on their shoulders and kept hitting it, shouting "one-two, one-two", rhythmic slogans.

The ram slammed into the city gate, making a boom~boom loud sound.

"Get out of the way!"

At the moment of the stalemate, a low shout came from behind, and the power contained in the sound was like rolling thunder.

The Guangling soldiers turned around, and after seeing the galloping figure, their eyes flashed with consternation, no one would have thought that Lu Bu, who was the commander of the whole army, and the current King of Wuzhao, would actually go into battle in person!

Seeing this situation, the Guangling soldiers in front hurriedly got out of the way.

Lu Bu walked unhindered, accumulating strength in the halberd, and completely exploded the momentum accumulated along the way at this moment.

A halberd smashed out and bombarded the city gates.

Rumble!

After taking the violent blow, the two doors exploded open, as fragile as window paper.

The defenders behind the city gate did not have time to escape, so they were crushed under the city gate, and their appearance was not clear, only blood flowed everywhere......