One move!

Xiliang Jin Ma Chao, it only took a year to shoot down the dignified King of Xiqiang.

Yue Ji, who landed on the ground, had a miserable face, spitting blood, and a cut had been pierced on his left chest, and he was only one breath away from death.

He struggled to get up, and when he straightened up, his figure was already covered by a huge shadow.

Ma Chao's towering figure like a silver tower shrouded him in a huge shadow, and the blood-dripping spear in his hand was already in front of his throat.

Yue Ji panicked, and hurriedly cried and begged with a sad face: "General Meng Qi, we also had a friendship back then, for the sake of friends, please let me go." ”

Ma Chao said coldly: "Back then, today I am the minister of Great Wei, you are Liu Bei's lackey, we are each other's enemies, you tell me, what reason do I have to spare your life!" ”

Yue Ji was frightened, and hurriedly said: "I was also bewitched by Liu Bei to work for him, if you let me go, I am willing to lead our Xiqiang people to surrender to Great Wei and serve the Son of Great Wei." ”

"It's a pity, the Son of Heaven has already made a decree to destroy your Xiqiang, do you think that the Son of Heaven will scarce your submission?" Ma Chao's tone was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes exploded.

Yue Ji trembled, frightened to the point that his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Ma Chao didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy, and poked the silver gun in his hand fiercely, only to hear a "poof", and pierced Yueji's throat.

Yue Ji snorted, his eyes widened, and he knelt on the ground with a hideous and fearful expression.

Ma Chao's silver spear shook again, and Yue Ji's head was cut off, and the surrounding soldiers rushed up and put away the bloody head as Ma Chao's credit.

Ma Chao's killing fire had just been ignited, and how could he be satisfied with killing a Yue Ji, so he immediately rode his horse and danced his spear, rammed into the enemy again, and fell with his gun in his hand, cutting down countless enemy troops.

Slaughter!

After the siege and killing of Zhang Renbujun and Ma Chao's cavalry, the 5,000 Han troops who were cut off from their way back were killed by ghosts crying wolves, with countless casualties and almost all wiped out.

The remaining 5,000 Han troops, under the leadership of Zhao Yun, were lucky enough to rush out of the interception of Ma Chao's cavalry and escape to the frozen water.

At this time, the fierce cold wind had stopped, the east was faintly white, and the sky was about to dawn.

Zhao Yun's heart froze slightly, he didn't expect that the power of Zhuge Liang's Qimen technique would disappear so quickly, and as soon as the temperature rose, the ice surface would melt quickly.

"Quick, rush to the north shore as fast as you can, or the ice will melt!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly and slapped the war horse under his crotch fiercely.

The remnants of the 5,000 Han army finally escaped, and naturally they didn't want to fall into the river to feed Wang Ba again, so they desperately beat the war horses and fled all the way to the north.

When the first rays of dawn rose in the east, Zhao Yun finally successfully set foot on the land on the north shore.

He did not flee alone, but reined in his horse to the shore and beckoned the following soldiers to come ashore.

After this battle, nearly half of the cavalry was cut off on the south bank, and the casualties were so heavy.

The lives of each and every one of these remaining cavalrymen are extremely precious, and of course Zhao Yun must do his best to bring these defeated soldiers back.

More and more cavalry landed on the river beach, and the ice in the middle of the river had cracked, and large chunks of ice floe were flowing downstream, and the ice was breaking and spreading rapidly towards the shore.

Zhao Yun couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that about seventy percent of the cavalry had already rushed ashore, and the rest of the people should be able to go ashore in time.

At this moment, the soldiers around him suddenly shouted: "General Zilong, look, it seems that a large group of cavalry is attacking from the east!" ”

Zhao Yun's figure was stunned, and he looked to the east in a hurry, and his face changed in an instant.

In the field of vision, only a surging Wei cavalry was rushing towards him along the north bank of Taoshui.

A battle flag with the word "horse" is unusually dazzling under the morning light.

Another Wei general surnamed Ma led the Wei army to kill with iron cavalry.

"Damn, that Su thief is really treacherous, not only sent troops to the south bank to rescue, but also set up an ambush here!"

Zhao Yun frowned, scolded secretly in his heart, the silver spear suddenly raised, and shouted: "The enemy army is only four or five thousand people, don't panic, quickly form a formation, and meet the enemy with me!" ”

Zhao Yun had to fight.

He still has nearly 2,000 people who have not come ashore at present, and if he only cares about retreating to Yuzhong City at this time, once the Wei army's iron cavalry is killed, those more than 2,000 cavalry will be intercepted by the Wei army, and they will definitely die.

That's 2,000 cavalry, which is already a precious force for the current Han army, how can Zhao Yun give up.

He saw that the number of Wei troops was only 5,000, and the difference in strength between the two armies was not too great, so he wanted to fight a tough battle with the Wei army.

Zhao Yun has great prestige in the army, and as soon as he drank like this, the three thousand Han troops who landed on the shore, although they were panicked in their hearts, still mustered up their courage and quickly formed a formation around Zhao Yun.

"Rush forward and give the enemy a blow head-on!"

Zhao Yun roared, slapped his horse and carried a gun, and killed him first.

The sound of 3,000 Han soldiers killing shook the sky, and with the last fighting courage, they rushed towards the rolling Wei army's iron cavalry.

Two hundred paces away, the Wei army's iron cavalry was still running wildly.

Ma Yunlu's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

She originally thought that Su Zhe didn't ask her to cross the river, but ordered her to search along the north bank, which was to protect her by changing the law and not let her participate in the battle, so she was depressed for a while.

This search came all the way, and it was about to dawn, just when she thought that she would return in vain, she suddenly saw that thousands of remnants of the Han Kingdom on the river were fleeing towards the shore in embarrassment.

Ma Yunlu was ecstatic, and he was deeply impressed by Su Zhe's materiality.

Ma Yunlu, who was murderous, galloped wildly, led her five thousand iron horsemen, and rushed towards the Han army that landed on the shore.

She can't wait, and uses a happy killing to prove that she is not inferior to the man's general, and is proving to Su Zhe that she can fight for Da Wei and him.

Just as she rode her horse and galloped, she was surprised to find that the Han army not only did not flee in panic, but formed a formation and rushed up against her iron horse.

That formation, as if you want to fight to the death with her!

Immediately, Ma Yunlu saw the flag with the word "Zhao", and he understood the reason, and secretly thought in his heart: "It turned out to be Zhao Zilong, no wonder the army was defeated and did not panic, and even dared to take the initiative to attack." ”

That glimmer of respect was only fleeting, and it was replaced by a fierce arrogance.

Ma Yunlu snorted coldly: "What about Zhao Yun, no one can stop me today Ma Yunlu from making meritorious contributions to Great Wei!" ”

Five thousand iron horsemen, with the belief of victory, rushed all the way west along the river bank.

In the blink of an eye, the two iron cavalry armies collided violently.

The sky cracked, horses neighed, countless flesh and blood bodies were smashed into pieces, and countless pillars of blood rushed into the sky, dyeing the morning sky above their heads crimson.

The two iron cavalry armies just rushed in the wilderness, colliding violently.

How tragic it is for people to turn on their backs.

Ma Yunlu charged forward, dancing wildly with silver spears in her hands, splashing rainbows, and ruthlessly killing all the Han cavalry who blocked her.

These Han soldiers and soldiers all knew Ma Yunlu and knew that she was extraordinary in martial arts, and they were soon killed and fled with their heads in their hands, and no one dared to fight.

Twenty steps away, Zhao Yun stabbed a Wei rider to death, looked through the blood mist, and found where Ma Yunlu was.

Looking at that one of the Ma traitors, wantonly killing his subordinates like this, Zhao Yun's eyes were full of anger.

"Slut surnamed Ma, I, Zhao Yun, want your traitor's dog life today-"

Zhao Yun let out an angry roar, slapped his horse and danced his gun, stepped on the bloody road, and went towards Ma Yunlu.