Zhao Yun, who was holding a bright silver gun, looked at the Yellow Turban Rebellion surrounding him in front of him, and listened to the words of the Yellow Turban Thief who looked like a leader behind the Yellow Turban Soldiers, and the killing intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Mustard human life, you really deserve to be killed!"

Just as Zhao Yun was clenching the bright silver spear and preparing to charge and kill, an awe-inspiring voice came from the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, and this sudden figure attracted the attention of everyone present.

Dressed in ordinary armor, ordinary helmets, ordinary two-handed halberds, ordinary war horses, people who come look like they are captains at the bottom of the army, ordinary can't be ordinary, the only thing that makes people feel bright is that this galloping person, on that handsome face, a pair of clear eyes.

"Okay, good, good, it seems that I'm really lucky today, a little white face is not enough, and he sent me one, give it to me, kill him!"

The leader of the yellow turban, who looked down on people, did not have the slightest worry or nervousness in his heart in the face of this young man in ordinary armor, but was full of ecstasy, and with a wave of his hand, the thousands of yellow turban soldiers who originally surrounded Zhao Yun divided into a team of 100 people and rushed towards this young man.

Obviously, in the heart of the leader of the Yellow Turban, compared to this stunned young man who came out of nowhere, Zhao Yun, who killed dozens of people under his command in a row, obviously made him feel more vigilant.

The leader of the Yellow Turban, who thought he was infallible, was about to turn his head and ignore it, but this young man who was about to become a dead man saw a scene that shocked him.

"Hmph, wait for the beasts, suffer death!"

I saw that the young man facing the hundred Yellow Turban soldiers not only did not have any fear, but snorted coldly, sped up his speed, and rushed directly to the front.

And the young man who rushed into the Yellow Turban soldiers was not cut to pieces by more than 100 Yellow Turban soldiers as the Yellow Turban leader thought, but more than 100 Yellow Turban soldiers were killed one by one by the two-handed halberds in the hands of the young man, or beheaded by the waist, and after a while, more than 100 Yellow Turban soldiers and soldiers did not survive.

"This, this, this, how is this possible?!"

When he came back to his senses, not only did the hundred Yellow Turban soldiers have no life, but at this time, the young man who had become a killing god in his heart was rushing to kill him, which made the Yellow Turban Leader, frightened in his heart, and let out a treacherous roar: "Above, kill me, kill him!" ”

Gu Qian ignored it, and said that it was the Yellow Turban Leader, who was taken aback by the young man's rapid killing speed, and completely forgot about Zhao Yun behind him.

It's just that at this time, these don't matter anymore, just because the vanguard of the Cao Army led by Zhang He has come here at this time.

Qingzhou Yellow Turbans, to put it bluntly, are a group of chaotic parties and people, and they are not an army at all, and there are only the most primitive divisions, such as small leaders, big leaders, etc., such an army, in the face of the battle-hardened Cao Army, what will happen to it, needless to say.

Massacre, just like the Yellow Turban soldiers slaughtered those unarmed people, the Cao army was also slaughtering the Yellow Turban soldiers, thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers, often a few people may not be able to kill a Cao soldier, of course, this may include many factors, such as weapons, armor, etc., but the scattering of military discipline is the most important.

Compared with the Cao army, which was lined up in a battle formation that could maximize the power of the infantry, how could the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were scattered and disorganized, fighting separately, not be defeated by the Cao army with only 2,000 people in a short period of time.

"A bunch of beasts, what's the benefit of living in the world, kill!"

After the war, Zhao Yun changed his usual routine and issued a killing order, not a single Yellow Turban prisoner was killed, all of them were killed, and revenge was avenged for the people who died in vain, this was the idea in Zhao Yun's heart, the killing word that was as cold as ice came out of Zhao Yun's mouth.

"General, spare us, we don't dare anymore!"

"Spare my life, spare my life, I am willing to serve the general, the general will spare his life!"

"Let me go, let me go, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

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The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were self-inflicted and could not live, understood that their death was coming, cried one by one, begging Zhao Yun to spare their lives, but in the face of these Yellow Turban soldiers, and even one of them who looked nearly fifty years old, begged for mercy, Zhao Yun did not waver in the slightest.

Just because, he clearly remembered, a girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old was chopped to death by this yellow turban soldier who looked nearly fifty years old in the midst of crying.

After killing all this group of Yellow Turban soldiers who could not be regarded as people, Zhao Yun, who calmed down, looked back and saw Zhang He, whose face was as black as the bottom of the pot, which made Zhao Yun smile embarrassedly: "I am reckless this time, I'm sorry." ”

Zhang He looked at Zhao Yun, and originally wanted to say something about him fiercely, but in the end, he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, you are right, we are waiting for martial artists, if we can't protect the territory and the people, protect the family and defend the country, what is the use of learning, and these beasts should indeed be killed, but Zilong, although most of the Yellow Turban soldiers were killed by us this time, there must be more than one who escaped by luck, and next, the situation of our waiting will definitely be difficult, and I have already reported the matter here to the lord." ”

Zhao Yun looked at Zhang He, who seemed to be a little embarrassed, and laughed: "Junyi, I didn't expect that when I could still see you in such a little lady's posture, as a deputy general, it is the most correct for you to report these to the lord, if not, I, Zhao Yun, will look down on you." ”

Even if Zhao Yun smiled and said that he was a little lady, but Zhang He did not have the slightest anger in his heart, looking at Zhao Yun's solemn expression and words, Zhang He's heart rose with a strong sense of admiration.

You must know that this time Zhao Yun's actions can be described as very strict, and being demoted is considered light, if it is a little bad, it is not impossible to die, in the face of such a situation, Zhang He himself can't say for sure that he will be like Zhao Yun, and completely report the matter to Cao Cao.

"Two generals, I don't know who the lord you call is?"

Zhao Yun and Zhang He, when they heard the reputation, they saw that it was the young man in ordinary armor who asked this question, seeing this young man, Zhang He's eyes sharpened, and a suspicion and killing intent flashed, and he said loudly: "Who are you?" What is the purpose of inquiring about our lords? ”

Although this young man had just fought side by side with him, when it came to Cao Cao, Zhao Yun had to be more vigilant, so Zhao Yun did not speak out to stop or oppose Zhang He's question.