Hurry up, hurry up!

Although the horse in front of him was uncontrollable, Zhang Yu still hoped that it could run faster, a little slower, and those chasing soldiers would catch up!

Outside the car, swords and slashes, spears and halberds, and feathered arrows were slashed, trying to attack the driver, but fortunately, the chariot and horse were fast, and the body was sturdy and undamaged.

The horse in front of him was a little tired, and his speed slowed down significantly, and the pursuing soldiers got closer and closer. It's not a way to go on like this, what to do, what to do?

Thinking fast, that's all there is to it.

Drill back into the car, take out the sword, take off the scabbard, and the cold glow shines.

"Xiao Yuzi, what are you going to do?" Yan was puzzled, the child in front of him, in Yan's eyes at this time, was a big mystery, he was really as old as Xiao Ling'er?

"Madam, Yu, you want us to survive!"

Don't look back, go to the car again.

Zhang Yu picked up the sword with some difficulty, remembering the swordsmanship that Liao Hua taught him that day, raising the sword, stabbing and horses, I'm sorry!

The cold light was on the horse's body, and the horse howled, and the whipping had made it extremely painful, not to mention the stabbing, and the horse was completely crazy, trying to break free from the restraints, running, jumping, taking the cart and horse, and once again throwing off the pursuers behind him.

This time, the shaking was several times stronger than before, Zhang Yu did not stand firmly, fell on the carriage, rolled back, and rolled back into the car.

"Xiao Yuzi, you, it's okay."

Looking at the hand, the clothes were cut by his own sword, but fortunately the flesh and skin were not hurt, and the sword was held tightly in his hand, not lost, and everything did not seem to be so bad.

"Madam, Yu is fine, we will all be okay too."

Now Zhang Yu's mind is blank, and all he thinks about is the word survival. Getting up, ignoring the pain of the bump on his body, he came out of the car again. Around, it seems that there are no more Dong Zhuo's soldiers, but his hanging heart still can't be put down, so he leaves the tiger's den, and it is like a wolf's den.

Yellow turbans all around!

The Yellow Turbans saw that there were chariots and horses rushing up, and naturally besieged them, and in their consciousness, the chariots and horses represented the powerful, and the capture of the magnates was very great.

Zhang Yu was helpless, looking at the crowd of people around him, and repeated his old tricks, stimulating the horses in front of him again.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. The horse is like this, and when it stabs down again, it is already exhausted, and it kneels down, and it can no longer run.

Suddenly stopped, threw the people in the car out fiercely, and rolled down on the battlefield, their clothes stained with sand and blood, as if stained with the breath of death.

The yellow scarves saw that the car had stopped, and the people in the car had fallen to the ground, surrounded the four people, and shouted slogans loudly, with great momentum.

Seeing this momentum, Xiao Ling'er could no longer suppress the fear in her heart, and cried loudly,

"Daddy, hurry up and save Ling'er! Come and save Ling'er! ”

Yan also felt the despair of death, and reported the child more tightly, "Fengxian, where are you?" ”

Liu Xieke had never seen such a scene, so he fainted in fright and fell into Yan's arms.

Zhang Yu also wanted to cry loudly, he was also afraid, and he hated such a desperate feeling, but what was the use of fear? Pretend to be brave, pretend to be calm, hold a sword, and protect before the three.

If the current Zhang Yu is a young man in his teens, he must be a gentleman, dancing swords under the moon, swords meet with moonlight, blood splashes, non-sticky clothes, between murderous breaths, it is easy to break through.

It's a pity that there is no if, he is only an eight or nine-year-old child, and Zhang Yu can't even beat the weak yellow turban soldier with a wooden stick. Three times and two blows, the sword was snatched, everyone was bound, there was no chance to resist, there was no hope of escape.

With a sad feeling in his heart, he touched Xiao Ling'er's hair, which was still sobbing, pulled Liu Xie's sleeve, and looked at Yan seriously, "I'm sorry, madam, I broke my promise, we still have an accident." ”

Yan Shi looked at the child who was less than ten years old in front of him, but he gave people the illusion of being in his twenties, and said, "Xiao Yu, it was a dead end in the original place, and it was also bound here, everything is God's will, and the fault is not you." Yan didn't notice that her voice was trembling violently.

"Silence!" The first yellow turban saw the captive and roared. Turning around and playing with Zhang Yu's sword, I was very curious, and I was also very excited, now I just want to see the handsome soon, and hand over these dignitaries and nobles, as well as this spoils to the handsome, and I will be rewarded for taking this great merit myself!

Zhang Yu and Yan stopped talking, and Zhang Yu realized that the Yellow Turban didn't seem to kill him, as long as his life was there, there was hope. Lu Bu, where the hell are you?

"Xiao Yuzi, I, I'm not crying anymore, don't touch my head anymore, my hair is messy." Xiao Ling'er whispered, so low that only Zhang Yu could hear it.

The first time he saw this girl talking like this, Zhang Yu wanted to laugh very much, but unfortunately, now, how did he laugh. The hand on Xiao Ling'er's head slowly moved down, gently brushed Xiao Ling'er's face, washed the dust off Xiao Ling'er's face with tears, and then wiped away the clear tears.

"If you spend it, it won't look good, and your father will not want you later."

"No, daddy likes Xiao Ling'er the most! He won't want me. ”

That's right, Xiao Ling'er, Mrs. and Your Majesty, are still here, how could Lu Bu leave? How could Lu Bu be willing to abandon it? Perhaps, he is looking for us like crazy now, Lu Bu, we are all still alive, Lu Bu, we are all waiting for you!

At this moment, Lu Bu still stupidly thought that those important people were in the car beside him. Under the halberd, life is gone, and only the soul remains. In front of the carriage and horses, it can't be stopped, only the bloody road remains.

"Strategist, that Lu Bu is unstoppable, driving in the car of the Son of Heaven, and fleeing!"

Li Ru was furious, "Don't let Lu Bu intercept the car, you must catch the Son of Heaven!" ”

"Strategist, the Son of Heaven is not in that car, the Son of Heaven has already moved before! The chariot was empty. ”

When Li Ru heard the news, he was puzzled at first, "Why did Lu Bu leave with an empty car?" Is it to hide people's eyes and ears? Then anxious, "Where is the son of heaven?" ”

"The Son of Heaven is driving in the car on Lu Bu's mansion!"

Fortunately, there is still hope, I want to take a long breath, calm my mind, inhale heavily, and still exhale yet.

Another Pegasus came to report, "Report to the military division, Lu Bu's car was driving, the horse suddenly went crazy and collided, rushed out of the formation, and was captured by the Yellow Turban!" ”

That long breath stuck in Li Ru's throat, Lu Bu ran away, the Son of Heaven was gone, the lord was cold, and his ambition was lost.

Without warning, the whole person fell straight upright, fainted, and fell next to Dong Zhuo's body. His body was stained with Dong Zhuo's blood, and his clothes turned a dazzling red.

"Strategist! Strategist! ”

Lord, have you heard the allusion of three people becoming tigers; The lord, Lu Bu is six points credible, and four points are doubtful; Lord, this battle of the Tiger Prison Pass is the final test for Lu Bu; Lord, do you remember when we had great ambitions?

The wind blew through the battlefield at night, and the endless wind and sand seemed to bury people's hopes.

The Yellow Turban's offensive finally withered, and the army here was scattered and chaotic, the Yellow Turban did not win, and Dong Zhuo's army and horses did not win. The thief general of the Yellow Turban has not given up yet, and is still closely chasing and killing Lu Bu, as well as the carriage beside him, they still have hope in their hearts, and they are not buried by the wind and sand.