This person was the famous Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, and behind him, there were nearly a thousand soldiers and soldiers, and the two armies soon formed a confrontation.

Zhao Yun rode his horse to the front of the battle, also raised his spear, and shouted mockingly at the general surnamed Lu: "Lu Kuang Xiaoer, the defeated army is a general, and he dares to come and shout for death!" ”

"Who are you, report your name, I will not die a nameless ghost under my sword." Lu Kuang said arrogantly.

Wang Baoyu sweated profusely, this person didn't even know the name of the victorious general Zhao Yun, he really deserved to die, but he also figured it out after Zhao Yun became famous after the Battle of Changbanpo, Zhao Yun at this time, although he was valued by Liu Bei, but compared to Guan Yu, who rode alone for thousands of miles, he was obviously not famous.

As soon as he heard this, Zhao Yun was furious and said: "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong, and today I will let you see the power of my marksmanship before I die." ”

After that, Zhao Yun held a spear and rode his horse to rush over, Lu Kuang did not show weakness, and also brandished a big knife to meet him.

Dangdang! Two piercing crisp sounds, Zhao Yun and Lu Kuang were staggered between the horse's heads, their weapons were connected, and they had already made a move, and at the same time, the drumbeats of both sides changed the rhythm, and the soldiers behind rushed up, and the melee was together.

The sound of weapons colliding, the shouts of soldiers, and the neighing of war horses resounded in the open space, and Wang Baoyu saw such a spectacular war scene for the first time, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.

No matter what era, combat is cruel, cold-blooded, and it is also a synonym for killing!

Zhao Yun is not the same as the legend, his marksmanship is superb, and he can kill the opponent with one move, but he is entangled with Lu Kuang, and more than a dozen moves have not won or lost.

Zhao Yun was young and vigorous, and his marksmanship was still a little impatient, and Lu Kuang found a flaw, and swung a knife towards his throat. Zhao Yun hurriedly dodged sideways, but he almost fell off his horse, causing Lu Kuang to laugh wildly.

Zhao Yun was furious, his legs clamped the horse's back, and the silver spear head rotated, drawing one silver light after another in the air, forming a natural barrier, which also made Lu Kuang helpless for a while.

At the same time, the soldiers on both sides had already suffered their own casualties, and with a scream, someone fell down from time to time, bleeding profusely, and their lives were at rest. Some of the soldiers who were seriously wounded fell to the ground, and were ruthlessly trampled on by the hooves of the war horses, and in an instant the flesh melted into the ground.

In the past, when I saw similar fights on TV or in movies, the more spectacular and exciting they were, and everyone was happy to watch. However, when he saw the battlefield with his own eyes, Wang Baoyu knew that the real war was bloodier than any film and television scene, except that fear was fear.

Wang Baoyu can hardly bear to look at the tragic scene below, at this moment, human life is like a mustard, so lightly deprived, and these people paid the price of their lives, but in the end only to achieve the glory of the so-called heroes, it is that one will succeed and thousands of bones will wither, and thousands of households will be lonely.

But Fan Jinqiang gradually became fascinated, obviously forgetting that he was in danger, and from time to time he followed the two generals on the horse, and couldn't help but shout.

"Brother Fan, let's take advantage of the chaos to evacuate this place quickly!"

When a soldier's head was brutally cut off by the opponent and held it in his hand to show off, Wang Baoyu only felt that his stomach was turning upside down, and he didn't want to stay here for a quarter of an hour, so he hurriedly pulled Fan Jinqiang down and said.

Fan Jinqiang came back to his senses at this time, nodded hurriedly, and then the two of them half-bowed and slowly retreated backwards, preparing to leave secretly like this.

Suddenly, whoosh! The two arrow feathers almost flew over the scalps of the two, so frightened that Wang Baoyu squatted on the ground again, and when he looked back, he saw that on the hillside not far behind him, a large number of soldiers suddenly appeared, all wearing khaki clothes.

It's Cao Bing! Wang Baoyu was so frightened that he almost went out of his body, his feet were so weak that he could barely move, and at the critical moment, Fan Jinqiang was calmer than Wang Baoyu, he subconsciously blocked in front of Wang Baoyu, and at the same time quietly pulled out the black short knife.

With a burst of shouts, the dense Cao soldiers almost brushed Wang Baoyu's side and rushed down.

My life is at rest! Wang Baoyu let out a lament, closed his eyes heavily, thinking of being a ghost who had died unjustly during the Three Kingdoms, and didn't know how his relatives would be hurt 1,800 years later.

However, there was no danger, it may be that Cao Bing saw that neither of them was dressed as soldiers, so no one paid attention to them at all. It's so dangerous, Wang Baoyu touched the door of his head, and it was full of cold sweat.

Looking at the one rushing to the front, there was a general riding a black high-headed horse, with a black face and a fleshy face, and two thick eyebrows that were almost upside down, with a murderous appearance. And the flag carried by a small soldier behind him was actually embroidered with a big character on it, Lu.

These two generals actually have the same surname, and they are probably brothers, there is a way, fighting tigers and brothers, and going into battle as father and son, Wang Baoyu couldn't help but worry about Zhao Yun's army.

There are also thousands of people in this team, and if they rush over like this, Zhao Yun's army will definitely be in a mess, but Liu Bei's side is not completely unprepared, almost at the same time, another team of men and horses has rushed out from Xinye City to meet this group of Cao soldiers who are raiding.

I saw a general rushing in front of Liu Bei, riding a mighty white horse, holding a big knife, with a fair face, and the word "Guan" written on the big flag behind him, which was the general Guan that Wang Baoyu met twice.

"Nameless junior, last time Yingkong Valley let you get away with it, this time you will be killed!" The black-faced General Lu sneered for a while.

"Lu Xiang, you are arrogant, today I will avenge the burning of that day." General Guan gritted his teeth and said.

"Haha! Speaking so immaturely, it shows that Liu Bei has no generals in the army! Lu Xiang laughed, and at the same time, he unceremoniously raised his gun and stabbed General Guan in the chest with lightning speed.

The big knife in General Guan's hand slashed horizontally, blocking Lu Xiang's spear momentum, and then the big knife flipped in his hand and slashed across Lu Xiang's waist.

Seeing that the big knife was about to cut Lu Xiang in two, but he saw Lu Xiang kick the saddle under his feet, and actually jumped up in the air, General Guan's big knife was cut under his feet like this, and Lu Xiang was falling at the same time, with a sinister sneer on his face, he shook the spear in his hand, and actually smashed it at General Guan's bucket with a blow to the top of Mount Tai.

"General Guan, be careful!" Wang Baoyu was so shocked that he couldn't help shouting.

Wang Baoyu's original intention was good, thinking that he had drunk with this General Guan, and wanted to remind him, but it turned out to have the opposite effect, hearing Wang Baoyu's shout, General Guan was stunned, and hesitated for a second, but saw that Lu Xiang's spear had been smashed head-on.