The Jizhou soldiers screamed wildly, and rushed towards the two people who were encircled like beasts, a piece of cold light shone in the air, and the enemy soldiers couldn't count the number of black pressures, rushing forward like a sea of mountains, although Zhao Yun's marksmanship was superb, after all, there was still a distraction to protect Zhang Yan, and the pressure could be imagined.

But apart from fighting for his life, Zhao Yun had no other choice, and Zhang Yan didn't see that he was injured, and he also burst out with amazing fighting spirit.

If he dies, the Montenegrin army will be finished, and his son will have to bear an infamy that cannot be washed away, which is something he will never allow to happen.

Seeing that Zhao Yun was in a heavy siege, these people did not hesitate, and they all turned around and killed Zhao Yun, trying to open a bloody way for Zhao Yun to kill, so that their lords could break out of the encirclement safely.

The soldier has no greed for life, and will have the heart of death, Zhao Yun's people all played with their lives and killed their eyes.

The neighing of horses, the roar of people, the sound of the impact of weapons, filled the ears, the red light bursts, there are patches of blood everywhere, and the corpses in different places are trampled on the flesh and blood, but it is a pity that this group of fierce Han cavalry is engaged in a war with no chance of winning, and gradually loses its support under the powerful siege, and the severed arms and the severed heavenly spirits are flying all over the sky, and the blood that bursts out from time to time is steaming up like mist, enveloping the tragic wails before death, but the Han army is a lonely hero, Although they knew that they were invincible, they fought to the death, some fell to the ground and threw their spears at the enemy soldiers before they died, some had no heads, and the corpses still held on to the horses' necks, and some lost their horses and pounced on the ......enemy with their bare hands.

As time went by, Zhao Yun's cavalry became fewer and fewer, and in the end, the whole army was destroyed, and every soldier was good, and he killed at least one or two Jizhou soldiers in his hands before he died.

Zhang He witnessed all this, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, he had to admit that every soldier brought out by Zhao Yun was good, and none of them were bad seeds.

Zhang Yan's injuries are getting more and more serious, and it also greatly drags down Zhao Yun, even if Zhao Yun is brave, even if he has three heads and six arms, it is difficult to turn the tide, the enemy soldiers killed and retreated a wave, followed by another wave of rushes, endlessly, as if there is no end.

"Poof...... someone tried to sneak attack Zhao Yun from behind, Zhao Yun seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and almost instinctively stabbed a shot back, followed by a wail in his ears.

Zhao Yun's clothes and armor have never been so embarrassed, from the inside out, sweat and blood are mixed together, dyed scarlet, sticky on the body, very unpleasant, Zhao Yun has no time to think about it at all, just mechanically wielding it desperately, a silver spear dance is impervious to the wind and rain, every time he takes a step forward, dozens of bloody corpses will be added to the ground, shocking and terrifying.

Zhang He led people to desperately besiege Zhao Yun, but although Zhao Yun was only one person, it made Zhang He pay a great price, he thought that so many people could easily kill Zhao Yun, but the situation was greatly unexpected by him, one fell one down, one fell one down, and soon Zhao Yun's side, the dead bodies were piled up, and the expressions of many people looking at Zhao Yun changed, it was too difficult to deal with.

Zhao Yun's face was expressionless, his eyes flashed with a compelling cold light, and the silver spear in his hand kept flowing blood, and he couldn't count how many people he had killed.

Zhang He couldn't stop urging, "Give it to me, kill him." ”

The offensive of the Jizhou soldiers was crazy and violent, endless, but the density of dead bodies on the ground was also increasing unabated, almost all of them were stacked into a pile, the shouting of killing was deafening, and the silver spear was wrapped in a whistling wind, like a deadly death sickle, desperately harvesting the enemy's life, in front of Zhao Yun, human life was as fragile as a piece of white paper, and it was broken when stabbed, without any suspense.

Gradually, the expressions of the Jizhou soldiers became more and more frightened, looking at the invincible Zhao Yun, their hearts began to be full of fear, as if they had seen the devil, although the encirclement network was getting tighter and tighter, but their speed was much slower, and if they went up, they would die one by one, this is not a joke, even if the bounty is rich, it must be fateful.

Zhang He couldn't stand it anymore, roared angrily, urged the horse to take the lead in rushing forward, as soon as he joined the battle, Zhao Yun's situation was even more dangerous, Zhang He was very shrewd, he deliberately avoided Zhao Yun, and specifically attacked Zhang Yan, who was seriously injured, Zhao Yun had to devote more energy to protect Zhang Yan, so that his body inevitably added a lot of scars.

"Puff" had just blocked one of Zhang Yan's attacks, Zhao Yun had four spearmen behind him sneak attack, Zhao Yun avoided three of them, but the fourth person stabbed Zhao Yun in the ribs with a shot.

The blood flowed down, Zhao Yun quickly turned around, and knocked the man to the ground with a backhand shot, but it didn't take long for Zhang Yan to be forced by Zhang He to be powerless to parry, Zhao Yun urged him to step forward and stabbed Zhang He in the back of the heart from behind, Zhang He turned on one side and dodged over, Zhao Yun continued to attack, but dozens of enemy soldiers rushed up again, Zhao Yun fought hard, the gun was like a storm, and overturned more than a dozen, but seeing Zhang He's Fengming gun stabbed at Zhang Yan's front heart, Zhao Yun shot again to block Zhang He, but his own body, Another stab wound.

"Zhao Yun, you don't care about me, you can go by yourself." Zhang Yan felt almost crying, her eyes were full of tears, if it wasn't for saving him, few people in the world could hurt Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun shook his head vigorously, "If you want to go together, I won't leave you here alone." ”

"Ahh

Zhang Yan screamed wildly, deliberately did not dodge Zhang He's shot to the chest, poof, the Feng Ming spear stabbed into his chest fiercely, and the bloody head of the spear was unusually eye-catching and drilled out from his back.

But the next moment, the gun was grabbed by Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan tried his best to pull the gun back, but he didn't pull it out, Zhang Yan used all his strength, ignoring his pain, and urged Zhao Yun repeatedly, "Kill him, I won't let you die here, as long as he dies, you can leave alive." ”

"Huh?" Only then did Zhang He understand Zhang Yan's intentions, Zhang Yan fought for his life, completely let it go, and didn't care about his own life or death at all.

Zhao Yun urged the horse to the front, just facing Zhang He's back, in the face of this good opportunity, he hesitated slightly, Zhang He couldn't pull the gun back for a while, so he had to give up the gun, but just pulled out the sword at his waist, he felt a cold back, poof, Zhao Yun's gun stabbed into his back.

It's just that Zhao Yun deliberately avoided his vital point.

Zhang He didn't say a word, first cut off Zhang Yan's right hand with a sword, and then turned around with a sword.