Zhao Yun hurriedly avoided it, taking this opportunity, Zhang He took back his Fengming gun, gritted his teeth and urged the horse forward, and opened a distance from Zhao Yun, Zhang Yan's right hand was cut off, the injury was too serious, and he shook a few times on the horse's back and fell to the ground, Zhang He waved his hand, dozens of Jizhou soldiers rushed up like wolves, Zhao Yun had to abandon the war horse, flew to the ground, rushed to Zhang Yan in a few steps, and protected him to death.

Zhang He only had time to reach out and touch his back, he was slightly stunned, the wound deviated from the back of his heart by two inches, Zhao Yun would never have such negligence, Zhang He hesitated, and then shouted loudly, "Zhang Yan lives or dies, Zhao Yun captures him alive, if anyone kills him, I want his life." ”

Zhao Yun showed mercy to his subordinates, and Zhang He, no matter how ruthless he was, he couldn't ignore all this.

But seeing that Zhao Yun was in a desperate situation, Zhang Yan broke an arm, almost lost the ability to fight, Zhao Yun also suffered a lot of injuries, the two wanted to break through and leave, it was almost a fool's dream, but at this moment, suddenly the ground under everyone's feet, a slight vibration, at first no one cared, but only after a while, a deafening shout sounded in his ears, and the ground shook more and more violently, as if there was an earthquake.

"What's going on?" The soldiers in the back listened more vividly because they had not participated in the battle for the time being.

After a while, someone turned back sharply and found a scene that was remembered in his heart until death, many people came in the distance, dressed in an irregular manner, the queue was uneven, and it was impossible to confirm who they were, the black pressed a large area, and the earth of countless iron hooves trembled, setting off a rush of dust, it was close, there were not only the banners of the Han army, but also Liu Yu's old department, led by a few people, it was Liu Yu's biological son Liu He, Liu Yu's subordinates Xian Yufu, Xian Yuyin, Qi Zhou, and Zhao Yun's subordinates Wu Anguo, Guan Hai, Tong Fei, Zhang Ning, Chen Gong!

There is a large area of black pressure, boundless, and the number of people is at least tens of thousands, overwhelming, and the amazing momentum is terrifying.

"Kill—rush!" Guan Hai and Wu Anguo urged the horse to fly, rushing to the front, accompanied by the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and in the blink of an eye, Guan Hai held a big knife, roared angrily, screamed, the big knife flew up and down, and the big blade of Leng Sensen flashed a dazzling cold light.

"Lord, we're here to save you." Guan Hai didn't know where Zhao Yun was at all, he shouted at the top of his voice, shouting while slashing hard, the blade passed by, the severed arm and stump that were cut off flew around, and the severed head rolled around on the ground incessantly, trampled by the subsequent horses' hooves, and in the blink of an eye, it became a puddle of flesh and blood.

Wu Anguo is also not ambiguous, the huge hammer dance whirring wind, the smashed enemy soldiers turned over on their backs, and fell a large piece, whether it is a war horse or a big living person, in the face of the big hammer in the hands of Wu Anguo, it can't be stopped at all, the screams come and go, and some of the whole people are smashed alive, blood and rain are splashed, and the brains are opened, the tragic scene is shocking, and people can't bear to look at it directly.

"The lord is there." Zhang Ning's eyes were sharp, and he soon found Zhao Yun's figure, jumped directly from the horseback to the ground, and rushed over with a big sword, the enemy soldiers tried to stop him, Zhang Ning's face was cold, he didn't say a word, he killed directly, the big sword danced fast, the sword moved with him, and the one who blocked it would die, Zhang Ning was merciless, and the enemy soldiers who cut it cried wolf and howled.

Tong Fei led the cavalry to rush up like a tide of rage, and the sound of horses' hooves hitting the solid ground, kicking up pieces of dust, like a sharp dagger piercing the belly of a fish, all the soldiers pointed out, all avoided.

The situation on the battlefield once again took a surprising reversal, the identities of the besiegers and the trapped changed, and the Jizhou soldiers were almost all attracted to Zhao Yun's side, and in the face of reinforcements that seemed to fall from the sky, they didn't have time to react at all, and they were surrounded.

There is no need for any politeness and superfluous nonsense, go directly to the topic, the screams and the cracking of the horse bones are mixed together, and the prelude to death is quickly opened, the cavalry moves forward bravely, the infantry advances layer by layer, the iron wall is encircled, and the enemy soldiers are not given any chance, the war horses are repeatedly crushed and trampled, rows of blood-dripping spears are ruthlessly stabbed, the sharp broadswords are fiercely chopped, the charging wave shakes the ground and the mountains are shaking, and the ruthless offensive makes the Jizhou soldiers frightened and almost unable to parry.

Zhang He's expression was very shocked, seeing that Zhang Yan was about to die, Zhao Yun, who had been fighting hard for a long time, was also at the end of the crossbow, and he couldn't last long, but at this juncture, Zhao Yun came to reinforcements, where did these people come from, why didn't they notice any movement before? If Zhao Yun really had reinforcements, why didn't he show them up earlier and use them to deal with Zhang Yan?

Zhang He's heart was full of doubts for a while, but he didn't have time to think about it, he had to make a decision immediately, although he was only one step away from succeeding, but he had to give up.

"Withdraw!" Zhang He waved his hand and decisively led people to break through.

The two sides refused to give in to each other, fighting desperately and bloodily, killing heads and splattering flesh and blood, and the originally peaceful forest turned into a flesh and blood slaughterhouse. It wasn't until it got dark that the movement gradually subsided, and Zhang He finally broke out of the encirclement with only a few hundred people.

The confrontation with Zhao Yun was the third time this time, but he Zhang He had to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat.

"Lord-" Zhang Ning and Tong Fei rushed in front of Zhao Yun almost at the same time, Zhao Yun was covered in blood, almost unrecognizable, even his white horse was stained red with blood.

"Leave me alone, save people." Zhao Yun pointed to Zhang Yan behind him, urging eagerly.

Zhang Yan had already fallen into a coma, lying motionless on the ground, Zhao Yun had been busy fighting with people before, and he didn't have time to check Zhang Yan's injuries at all, his heart was all hanging on Zhang Yan's body at the moment.

Tong Fei hurriedly ran over, Zhang Ning was just about to go over, and suddenly there was a plop, Zhao Yun couldn't support it anymore, and fell heavily to the ground, but Zhang Ning was frightened, and hurriedly hugged Zhao Yun, and shouted in a loud voice, "Save the lord." ”

In a hurry, people act together out of instinct, Zhang Ning's voice startled everyone, because his voice was very sharp, and it was a woman's voice when he heard it, but everyone's attention fell more on Zhao Yun, and no one cared too much.

Everyone hurriedly rescued Zhao Yun, some people looked at the surrounding ground and glanced at it casually, all of them were stunned, the dead bodies all over the ground were piled up, and there were too many to count, these were all killed by Zhao Yun, at least not more than one or two thousand people.

Looking at Zhao Yun again, looking at the god of war in their minds, everyone was full of awe.