"Yan Liang—"

Zhao Yun roared violently, danced the silver spear in his hand, and with the power of the raging waves, he rushed forward to meet the attack.

There was a loud bang like the sky falling, and the knife and gun collided again.

The two world's top generals, each of them unleashed their best martial arts and fought together.

When Hebei was divided, Zhao Yun served under Gongsun Zhan, and Yan Liang served under Yuan Shao, and the two also fought against each other, but they won or lost.

Today, Gongsun Zhan and Yuan Shao have long been turned into a piece of loess, but the two of them have a chance to fight again, as if arranged by fate.

Years of grievances are superimposed, and the two can't wait to be able to separate the winners.

The shadow of swords and guns, dancing wildly in the sky, enveloped the two fierce generals.

At this time, Ma Yunlu had already reined in the war horse, and she was not lightly injured on her shoulder, so she had no way to join the battle and help Yan Liang take Zhao Yun, but this did not affect her command the Wei army reinforcements to clean up the Han army that had come ashore.

The 5,000 cavalry, with the 5,000 cavalry who were fighting, attacked inside and outside, and in the blink of an eye, the ghosts and wolves killed by the Han army howled, and there were countless casualties.

The Han army finally collapsed.

The Han army, which had lost its courage, fell apart like ants that had broken its nest, and fled wildly in the direction of Yuzhong City to the north.

The Wei army was like a tiger and wolf, driving away the collapsed enemy pawns, wantonly harvesting heads, and competing for the credit of killing the enemy.

In a moment, most of the 5,000 Han troops were killed and wounded, and the corpses were spread all over the coast.

Zhao Yun's mood is getting lower and lower, and his fighting spirit is also disintegrating.

When he fought with Yan Liang, he distracted himself from time to time to inspect the situation around him, and the tragedy of his own army seriously frustrated his spirit and fighting spirit, and the gun in his hand gradually fell into decline.

After a series of battles, he had already consumed most of his physical strength, and now he was already unable to fight against a master of the same level like Yan Liang, and coupled with his mental frustration, he couldn't resist Yan Liang.

After only more than 30 moves, Zhao Yun had frequent flaws and was completely suppressed by Yan Liang.

He knew that if he continued to hold on like this, it wouldn't take thirty moves, and he would be defeated by Yan Liang's horse.

Not only is he Changshan Zhao Zilong, he is going to die on this shore, but even the five thousand cavalry that he easily brought back to Liu Bei will be wiped out here.

"Damn, how can I, Zhao Yun, die in such a place, I can't-"

Thinking about it for a lifetime, Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, attacked two shots, forced Yan Liang back, turned his horse and jumped out of the battle group, and fled from the north.

"Zhao Yun, why did you run away, we haven't decided the winner yet, you disappointed me too much, too disappointed Lao Tzu!"

Yan Liang roared and shouted, where could he easily escape, slapped the horse with a knife, and chased after him.

Zhao Yun's martial arts are superb, and now he is not surrounded by the Wei army, he wants to leave, and who can stop him.

In the blink of an eye, countless Wei pawns were torn apart, and Zhao Yun broke through a bloody path and disappeared into the chaos.

Yan Liang pursued Zhao Yun and couldn't, so he vented all his anger on those poor Han soldiers, and the blade was everywhere, leaving no life.

The sky was bright, and the north bank of Taoshui was already stained with blood.

The sound of killing gradually faded away, and this bloody killing finally ended with a complete victory for the Wei army.

Yan Liang patted his horse back to the battlefield on the river beach, counting the enemy soldiers killed along the way, the number of which reached 3,000.

If you count the 5,000 Han troops who were intercepted and killed on the other side, this battle was fought, and the Han army suffered at least 8,000 casualties.

What a fiasco!

"After this battle, Liu Da'er, Lao Tzu can't jump for a few days, hahaha~~"

Yan Liang looked north in the direction of Yuzhong City and laughed wildly.

"General Yan, why did you come at a critical moment?" Ma Yunlu's voice came from his ears.

Yan Liang looked back, but saw that this young lady of the Ma family had hastily bandaged her wound and was stepping forward immediately.

Yan Liang said with a smile: "It's not that Your Majesty is afraid that you will lose, and you are worried about your little girl, so I sent me to come later, but I didn't expect to be calculated by Your Majesty, how about it, your injury is okay." ”

Ma Yunlu's heart was hot, moved by Su Zhe's concern for him, and a trace of gloomy appeared on his face.

She was unhappy with Yan Liang's unconcealed words, so she glared at her coldly and snorted: "It's just a small injury, it's nothing." ”

"It's okay." Yan Liang nodded, "If you have three longs and two shorts, Your Majesty will blame you, and I won't be able to deal with it." ”

"Your Majesty...... Really care that much about me? Ma Yunlu's eyes flashed with a little curiosity, and he seemed a little uncomfortable when he closed his mouth.

Yan Liang said seriously: "Of course, Your Majesty has always been gentle and considerate to the woman he likes, and only the enemy he hates is cruel and ruthless." ”

"Phew!" Ma Yunlu's face turned red and gave him a white look, "You can be regarded as an important minister of the court, why do you speak so indistinctly, who is the woman that His Majesty likes." ”

"Why, when you are an important minister, you can't tell the truth?" Yan Liang flattened his mouth unhappily, "Don't say it's me, a blind person can see that Your Majesty likes you, a little girl." ”

"Auntie, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!" Ma Yunlu's face became redder, he glanced at him, turned around and went in the direction of Daying.

Yan Liang laughed and said: "I said Miss Ma, why are you still ashamed, Uncle Yan, I can't apologize to you, you will become Your Majesty's concubine in the future, don't say bad things about me on Your Majesty's pillow, hahaha~~"

Ma Yunlu whipped his horsewhip and ran away as if fleeing.

"This guy surnamed Yan, the dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, sooner or later I have to chop off his tongue and feed it to the dog......"

Ma Yunlu muttered and complained angrily, but Bo humiliation quietly pursed his lips and snickered.

……

Yuzhong City, South Gate.

The morning sun rises in the east, and the sky is bright, dyeing the sleeping Yuzhong City with a layer of gold.

The light of the morning sun also illuminated Liu Bei's anxious old face.

He had shrunk in the cold wind.

Since sending away Zhuge Liang, who had fainted, Liu Bei has been standing at the head of the city, looking south, waiting for news from Zhao Yunyueji.

There is no way, this battle is his last hope, and he has used all the counterattack forces he can use, and the result is directly related to his life and death, so he can't help it.

The sky was clear, there was still no news, Liu Bei became more and more anxious, kept rubbing his fists, and the word worry was all written on his face.

Behind him, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Sima Yi, Yang Fu and other military generals were also nervous, and their thoughts were rolling like a tide, speculating about the outcome of this sneak attack.

The sky was already bright, but there was no fire in the direction of the Wei camp on the south bank, which meant that Zhao Yun and the others still had not succeeded in burning the grain and grass of the Wei army.

In Liu Bei's heart, that sense of foreboding has become stronger and stronger.

"Your Majesty, look, there are soldiers and horses coming from the south direction." The sharp-eyed sentry shouted.

Liu Bei's heart was shocked, and he immediately stared at the south pole of the city.

In the field of vision, there was indeed a billowing dust mist, indicating that a troop of soldiers and horses was galloping towards him.

Looking at the speed, the thickness of the dust and fog, it is clearly a cavalry.

Liu Bei's heart immediately reached his throat, and he was so nervous that his breathing became heavier, and his heart was about to jump out.

After a while, the whole picture of the soldiers and horses came into view.

It was a Han army with the banner of "Zhao", the number was only more than 2,000 people, and the armor was discarded, and the banner was scattered, which was clearly a sign of defeat.

Liu Bei chuckled in his heart, and his body gradually solidified into ice.