Chapter Seventy-Nine: The World's First Elite Rider

On the day of June, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, and under the hot sky, the wind and clouds gathered outside Yecheng!

Sitting on the horse, looking at Zhang Jiao who retreated into the military formation, Liu Yu's eyes flickered, he had thought about today's meeting with Zhang Jiao many times, but it was not as simple as today, just a few words provoked the other party out of the city, which had to make him a moment longer.

"Huh" took a deep breath, looked at the 10,000 Yellow Turban elite soldiers on the opposite side, and exuded an infinite sharp aura, this day, he had been waiting for a long time.

"No matter what kind of calculations you have today, since you are out of the city, then you don't go back." Liu Yu said softly.

After sighing, Liu Yu pulled the reins, rode his horse and rushed towards the other party, while shouting loudly: "Sharp arrow formation, charge and break the formation." ”

"Boom, boom, boom" Ten thousand horses galloped, the sound was like thunder in a deep valley, and the whole earth was trembling.

As Yan Yunjing's cavalry charged, five thousand Yellow Turban cavalry also launched a charge at the same time under Zhang Jiao's order, because the two teams were not far apart, and the horse speed had not been completely raised, the distance between the two teams entered a distance of two hundred meters, and the Yellow Turban Army also entered the firing range at the same time.

"Bend the bow, after three rows of enemy formations, throw three companies!" Liu Yu untied the hard bow behind him with his backhand, and shouted loudly while opening his bow and arrows.

Because in the midst of the charge, the sound of horses' hooves resounded through the world, and Liu Yu's shouts disappeared in the galloping of thousands of horses before it could be heard or heard, and the Yan Yunjing rider behind Liu Yu immediately shouted and opened his bow and arrows at the same time, and the three thousand Yan Yunjing riders behind him, whether they heard or saw it, also opened their bows and arrows at the same time, leaned back on the horse's back, and bent their bows to shoot arrows.

Three thousand piercing and shrill sounds resounded in the sky, and three thousand arrows covered the sky.

Lu Zhi and the others who had just arrived, the Yellow Turban Army above Yecheng, and Zhang Jiao behind the army, all looked at Yan Yunjing who was leaning back in shock, and the shape was like flowing water that had been thrown three times in a row, and it was difficult to hide the shock in their eyes.

In this era when the horse harness is not fully formed, except for the Guanwai Hu people, few cavalry can shoot arrows on horseback, and it is a throw, and it is three times in a row.

Nine thousand arrows streaked across the sky, raining down on three rows before being delivered to the Yellow Turbans.

The sound of "whoosh, puff, boom" arrows shooting into **, the sound of blood splashing, screaming, wailing, and the sound of falling horses converge into a battlefield song.

Squinting at the hundreds of Yellow Turban cavalry that had been approached to a hundred meters, Liu Yu rehung the hard bow with his backhand, pulled out a javelin from his back, and shot forward with all his horsepower, while shouting: "Javelin company." ”

"Boom, boom, boom" 3,000 javelins pierced the sky, and the sound of breaking the air instantly covered the sound of thousands of horses galloping.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The Yellow Turban Army, the Han Army, hundreds of thousands of people present looked at the mountain of corpses and guns that stood between the two cavalry armies, all of them could not hide their shock, the cavalry was equipped with javelins that could be said to be unprecedented, which had to shock everyone, and at a distance of 80 meters from the javelins projected on the horse, this terrifying arm strength made everyone even more frightened.

"Is this the Yan Yunjing rider who passed inside and outside the pass?!" Zhang Jiao, who was in the rear army, looked at the three thousand cavalry that he had lost and the three thousand cavalry who were unscathed, and whispered in shock.

It's no wonder that everyone was shocked by Zhang Jiao, you must know that Zhang Jiao's five thousand cavalry has been secretly trained since he was purchased from a caravan two years ago, and he has been secretly training after selecting people from the entire Taiping Road to form an army, and today, two years later, he dares to say that such a cavalry army is definitely worthy of being elite, but it is such an elite, but when facing Yan Yun's elite cavalry, it is an instant defeat.

On the battlefield, Liu Yu pulled the reins, instantly turned the horse's head, and went around to the right, and at the same time, the hard bow that returned to his hand at some point had already bent the bow and arrows again, and turned sideways at the Yellow Turban cavalry who had stopped in a panic after losing a lot of money in the gun forest due to the impact.

"Flat three shots." A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly let go of the arrow he was holding, and shouted loudly at the same time.

A cold light flickering arrows converged into rain, into a rain of arrows that covered the sky, in the piercing sound of arrows, shot into the panicked three thousand yellow turban cavalry, in an instant, screams, wails, sorrowful sounds resounded in the sky, under the rain of arrows, a cavalry with a yellow turban on the head fell from the horse, even if he was not dead at that time, he was trampled to death by the panicked war horse.

As the 9,000 arrows fell, the 3,000 Yellow Turban cavalry lost more than 2,000 in an instant, and only 800 remained on the horses.

"Rush into battle with a gun, and leave no one behind." Jumping the horse's head again, Liu Yu clenched the iron gun and shouted coldly.

In the galloping, screaming, and neighing of thousands of horses, in the shocked eyes of the Han army and the Yellow Turban Army, the eight hundred Yellow Turban Army that could have surrendered were instantly overwhelmed by the torrent of cavalry that rushed by.

Astound!

At this moment, including Lu Zhi and others, whether it was the official army or the Yellow Turban Army, they all looked at the silent put away the iron spear, picked up the hard bow again, slowly turned the horse's head, and reappeared the three thousand Yanyun elite cavalry that started the charge, only felt a burst of depression, in everyone's thoughts, throughout the ages, the two armies were at war, if one side was beaten badly, it would surrender, and it would continue to attack only after not surrendering, but Liu Yu's practice of not surrendering subverted everyone's thoughts.

Atrocious!

These two words flashed in the minds of everyone present at the same time, and Lu Zhi and many other heroes who had interacted with Liu Yu, the quiet, gentle, and atmospheric image of Liu Yu in their minds collapsed instantly, followed by a ruthless Liu Yu who was full of anger and ruthlessness.

Liu Yu in the battlefield didn't know what everyone outside the field thought, even if he knew, he wouldn't pay attention to it, three years of fighting, hundreds of battles but only one member was lost, relying not only on the powerful force of Yan Yunjing's cavalry, but on this as long as it is on the battlefield, it will kill all the ruthlessness, which is the foundation of establishing a legend.

Since his rebirth, Liu Yu has always believed that there is no sympathy on the battlefield, since he is on the battlefield, killing the other party is the supreme respect for the other party, as for surrendering, it is okay, the premise is that the war has been won, or the other party has taken the initiative to surrender.

And on the battlefield in front of him, not to mention that there are still 5,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers with heavy weapons and strong muscles, the war is not over, and the war in front of him is related to Liu Yu's future layout, he will never allow these 800 variables to exist, even if it is in the name of brutality.

"There is no good or evil on the battlefield, and there is no mercy." This is the battlefield motto that Liu Yu believes in, and it is also his lifelong creed.

"Dian Wei, you lead 1,500 men to the right side, don't charge into battle, shoot me with bows and arrows." Liu Yu turned his head and said in a deep voice.

"Nuo" Dian Wei respectfully accepted the order, and immediately led half of Yan Yunjing's horsemen to gallop in the opposite direction to Liu Yu.

Zhang Fei and Xu Rong did not follow him, Dian Wei was the only person who could command the three thousand Yanyun elite cavalry, relying on his unparalleled force that fought all over the Yanyun elite cavalry, and the prestige established by following Liu Yu to fight in Gunzhou.

In the next moment, the three thousand Yanyun elite cavalry were divided into two teams, forming a circle, surrounding Zhang Jiao and other five thousand Yellow Turban Warriors, and launched a long-range shooting, for the Yellow Turban Warriors with heavy weapons, the cavalry was its absolute nemesis.

On the battlefield, five thousand yellow turban wrestlers were falling one by one with a sharp and piercing sound of breaking the sky, and the heavy weapons accompanied by heavy corpses roared again, splashing dust all over the sky.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer Yellow Turban wrestlers, and the three thousand Yanyun elite riders, including Liu Yu, also stopped galloping, calmly sat on their horses one by one, and shot Yellow Turban wrestlers with bows and arrows.

Sitting on the horse, Liu Yu squinted at Zhang Jiao, who was surrounded by less than a hundred yellow turban wrestlers, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, he was really a little puzzled by the other party's calm face watching his subordinates keep falling, at this point, why didn't the other party surrender?

Liu Yu was not allowed to think about it, but in the blink of an eye, the remaining hundred Yellow Turban wrestlers had all fallen, and only Zhang Jiao, who was covered in blood and standing calmly in the sea of corpses and blood.

"Rack"

Liu Yu drove his horse out of the encirclement of Yan Yunjing's horse, and walked towards Zhang Jiao alone, his face was calm, but he came to Zhang Jiao ten meters away in a moment.

"I won!" Liu Yu said calmly.

At this moment, Liu Yu still had a lot of doubts in his heart, such as, why was Zhang Jiao easily called out of the city by him? And why did he give up the 300,000 Yellow Turban Army in the city, but only led 10,000 elites out of the city to fight him? However, these may become questions that will remain in his mind forever, but they are no longer important to him now.

"Three, and the last one, if you beat me, you win." Zhang Jiao said equally calmly.

Silent!

His thoughts turned sharply, looking at the calm Zhang Jiao, Liu Yu knew in his heart, turned his head to look at Yecheng not far away, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face, he understood what the other party meant, now kill Zhang Jiao, he doesn't want to get Yecheng, if he wants to capture it, but if he wins Zhang Jiao in the end, then he can get Yecheng safely.

At this moment, Liu Yu couldn't help but smile, the other party was indeed extraordinary, but the other party didn't expect that all he wanted was the head of Zhang Jiao, as for Yecheng not far away, what did it have to do with him?

Zhang Jiao's head Liu Yu is at his fingertips, and after today's battle, the Yanyun Jingqi under his command will definitely be crowned as the world's number one elite, and he has fame and altruism, so why bother to fight with Zhang Jiao, who has not yet reached the force value.

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