Riding a horse slowly on the official road, looking at the scenery on both sides of the official road, Zhao Yun was full of emotion in his heart, it has been seven years since he came to Dahan, and he is completely familiar with the new body.

Originally, he was just an agent in the future world, but he came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty by mistake when he was on a mission, and he has a certain understanding of this period of history.

This is an era of wars and heroes, if you want to survive in the troubled times, your own skills are extremely important, so after coming to this world, Zhao Yun worked very hard when he practiced martial arts.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun grabbed the reins, and after listening quietly for a while, the bright silver spear in his hand was raised, and the horse slowly rode towards the direction where the shouting and killing sound came from.

Approaching the place where the shouting of killing came, Zhao Yun slowed down the speed of his war horse, and after glancing at the situation not far away, he couldn't help but tighten the reins and quietly entered the nearby jungle.

About 100 paces away, on the official road, there were more than 50 people, attacking a carriage, and there were more than 10 people around the carriage who were trying their best to defend, and the ground was full of corpses left behind after the battle between the two sides.

Zhao Yun has been following Tong Yuan to practice martial arts on the mountain, and he has made a certain judgment on the situation of the Han Dynasty based on Tong Yuan's words, but Zhao Yun knows that the Han at this time is not stable, especially this time down the mountain, the main reason is the outbreak of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

Living in an era of peace, how could he have seen such a scene of fighting, and it is still very possible for him to have something to do in the troubled times with his martial arts.

If it is said that he is driven by others and others, Zhao Yun is definitely unwilling.

After carefully looking at it for a while, Zhao Yun determined the identity of these people besieging the carriage, and the yellow turban was wrapped around his head, which was the most obvious sign of the yellow turban traitor, judging from the number of corpses on the ground, the yellow turban obviously paid a lot of price in the process of attacking the carriage.

And the people who protect the carriage are also relatively strong, in the face of the attack of the Yellow Turbans, although they are at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, they do not flinch at all, as if life and death are nothing in their eyes.

Zhao Yun immediately concluded that the identity of the person in the carriage was not ordinary, but at this time, Zhao Yun still planned to observe it first and determine the situation before making a move.

About the time of tea, the people who protected the carriage were only three people.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, dare to be so rampant." Zhao Yun shouted loudly and killed towards the yellow scarf.

Many yellow scarves who were besieging the carriage were attracted by this momentum, and couldn't help but look back, but saw Zhao Yun holding a bright silver spear, the white cloak behind him was hunting, and the jade lion under him galloped in the night, leaving only a white shadow.

There was the sound of hunting wind in his ears, and Zhao Yun stared at the yellow scarf that had just given orders.

The yellow turbans who were attacking the carriage were slightly stunned after seeing this scene, and after seeing that only Zhao Yun appeared, several yellow turbans immediately faced Zhao Yun to kill, and the rest of the yellow turbans continued to attack the carriage.

Zhao Yun suddenly had a feeling of being despised by the bright silver spear in his hand, and when he was approaching the yellow scarf, the bright silver spear stabbed out one after another, and the two yellow turban soldiers who stepped forward to meet him covered their throats and made a "ho ho" sound, their eyes were wide open, their expressions were full of unwillingness, and they fell to the ground in despair, and their bodies were still struggling.

Between the swings of the bright silver spears, they kept creating killings in the yellow turbans that came to meet them.

However, in a moment, several Yellow Turban soldiers all fell to the ground, their white robes stained with blood, and the Jade Lion continued to kill the Yellow Turban under the instigation of Zhao Yun.

In the dark, Zhao Yun has a certain understanding of the situation of the Yellow Turban, and those who keep commanding the soldiers to come forward in the Yellow Turban must have a certain status in the Yellow Turban.

The Yellow Turbans besieging the carriage obviously didn't expect Zhao Yun to solve the people who stepped forward to meet them in such a short period of time, and when the two Yellow Turban soldiers sent a reminder, Zhao Yun had already swung his gun into the Yellow Turban.

Between the swings of the bright silver spear, there was a burst of sound of breaking the sky, and the tip of the spear exuded a cold glow, and the two yellow turbans did not raise the blades in their hands before they slashed Zhao Yun.

When the Yellow Turban leader saw this scene, he was shocked, and hurriedly raised the spear in his hand, wanting to face Zhao Yun.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the bright silver spear shook, pointing directly at the leader of the Yellow Turban.

The bland shot made the Yellow Turban Leader feel too fast, and he had seen many so-called Yellow Turban warriors among the Yellow Turbans, but he was sure that as long as these people met Zhao Yun, they would definitely die.

It was an unstoppable shot, as if it would be difficult for him to succeed no matter what angle he blocked it, until the spear pierced the Yellow Turban Leader's chest, and the Yellow Turban Leader's spear still could not be pierced.

The leader of the Yellow Turban fell in a pool of blood, and Zhao Yun did not stop attacking because of this, and when the Yellow Turban was stunned, it was the most important thing to cause more casualties to the Yellow Turban.

When practicing martial arts on the mountain, Zhao Yun followed Tong Yuan to eradicate the nearby thieves and others, and there must have been a lot of discomfort at first, but after getting used to all this, it was much better.

Zhao Yun is brave, but all the yellow scarves that come forward are not Zhao Yun's enemies, not to mention others, even their leaders, are also killed by Zhao Yun under the alliance.

In the absence of the leader's command, the Yellow Turban group of dragons had no leader, and when they saw Zhao Yun killing, they dodged one after another, from Zhao Yun's shot, they felt its strength, and besides, the leader was no longer there, even if they persevered on the battlefield, what was the point.

At this thought, the yellow turbans scattered and fled, completely without the ferocity when they besieged the carriage.

At this time, the only person who protected the carriage was a wounded sword-wielding guard, staring at the surroundings with blazing eyes, for fear that a yellow turban would come forward, and he was also at the end of the crossbow.

"Yushi, the Yellow Turban traitor has retreated." Wounded Guard.

"I know, don't call it any imperial history in the future, a certain is now white." The person in the car said lightly, as if he was not worried about the situation.

"Thanks to the rescue of the strong men passing by, otherwise we would definitely not be able to hold the carriage." Seeing Zhao Yun coming, he was wounded and guarded.

After Zhao Yun heard the words of the wounded guard, he also cast a curious gaze, just now he didn't hear the wounded guard's name for the person in the car, it is said that when he traveled, there were so many loyal guards around him, it was definitely not an ordinary person.

Zhao Yun hugged his fists on the horse and said: "The effort of raising your hands is not enough to worry about your teeth." ”

The curtain was lifted, and out of the carriage came a man of about thirty years old, about eight feet tall, with a beard of about five inches under his chin, and dressed in coarse cloth clothes.

"In Shimoda Feng, the people of Julu, thank you for the grace of the strong man." After Tian Feng stepped out of the carriage, he solemnly saluted, he knew how critical the situation outside the carriage was, if it wasn't for Zhao Yun's action, maybe he would have been captured by the thieves.