"Hmm......"

Zhao Yun was silent, people who didn't see it with their own eyes would never be able to feel the overflowing despair and terrifying atmosphere here, he saw countless Yellow Turban soldiers rushing towards him frantically, and the people who were a little behind already had a fire looming, no matter how they rushed and pounced, it didn't work, some people were active, and rolled on the spot, but they didn't expect to be smart but were mistaken by cleverness, and the cotton wool on the ground stained with endless alcohol was instantly ignited, and a monstrous flame erupted!

In a huge valley, there are flames rising everywhere, the speed of the flames is too fast, far faster than the speed of the Yellow Turban Army fleeing for their lives, only the Yellow Turban Army, which is relatively close to the entrance, can be said to be temporarily safe, and the casualties in other places are not counted, and the air is filled with a scorched smell, which makes people sick.

"Hold on!"

Facing the Yellow Turban Army that was rushing towards him, Zhao Yun roared coldly, although these people are not good at comprehensive su, but now they are fighting against the water, and if they don't succeed, they will become benevolent, and they should not be underestimated!

The Yellow Turban Army who rushed over in dense numbers could not be counted with the naked eye, and there were flames raging behind them, forcing them to take this road, and they could only face Zhao Yun and Yanyang's 3000 cavalry brigade head-on!

The Yellow Turban Army against the Qiang Cavalry, and the Yellow Turban Army against the White Horse, no matter from that point of view, there is no chance of victory, but now they are not afraid of death, and there are a large number of them, maybe there is really some possibility!

The 3,000 cavalry all looked solemn, they held the dangerous road, whether they could stop the enemy's last crazy impact was the key to whether they could succeed in this battle, and there was no room for the slightest mistake!

"There are too many people!"

There is a sense of cavalry, although the number of Yellow Turban Army killed in the valley has exceeded one million, and it is getting more and more intense, but now they have to face a lot of Yellow Turban Army, at least a hundred thousand!

This is not a very large number, but it is undoubtedly too much for a cavalry brigade of 3,000, and the number of the other side is more than 30 times that of its own, which is an absolute suppressive force!

Cavalry is born to be the material of vertical and horizontal conflicts, once they gallop up to multiply their power, now it is really a bit difficult for them to stick to the place, but now the situation is forced, they have to do so, they only need to hold on for a moment, the enemy will immediately be swallowed by the raging flames, the whole army will be annihilated!

Two million troops, buried in one place!

Every time he thinks of this, Zhao Yun can't help but be excited and fanatical, his eyes look at Zhang Fan on the other end, the divine light in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger, the lord he chose is really the dragon among people, and he actually conspires to kill the two million Yellow Turban army here!

"No, there is no wine in the army, and it will take a lot of time to go back to Hades Valley to get this one, and it is impossible for him to get so much wine!"

Yan Yang's eyes shrank, he found that something was wrong, although this valley is not far from the Hades Valley, but there is also a long way to go, with the speed of the infantry at this time, it is already a great luck to be able to rush back to the Hades Valley at this time, how can it be possible to go back and forth in it, and bring the wine, pour it, and arrange a good thing?

It's simply not possible to save zài!

It can't be done at all, unless Zhang Fan is an immortal!

"Huh?"

Zhao Yun also frowned, but the current form didn't have time for him to think, at this moment, the endless Yellow Turban army had already surged, and they were led by Wang Dang, the only remaining Yellow Turban general, to launch the wildest and most deadly attack on the 3,000 cavalry!

Thousands of birds appear out of thin air, and the flaming phoenix extinguishes the evil spirit!

Zhao Yun showed no mercy, because he knew that this was already the last and most critical juncture of the battle, and raising his hand was the most powerful group of "Hundred Birds and Phoenixes", and thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were killed because of it, turning into a rain of blood and flying between heaven and earth.

"The lord god is scheming, and with a little trick, he will kill more than one million enemies! Now that the enemy is only at the end of the crossbow, there is no need to be afraid, follow me to guard this place, and wait for the flames to hit! ”

The Hundred Birds Chaofeng has the power to destroy the world, but the Yellow Turban Army did not be timid because of this, let alone retreat, they rushed more urgently, and the endless miserable screams and incomparably scorching temperatures behind them drove them, leaving them with no way to retreat, and the killing forgot to kill!

"Kill! Fight your way out! ”

Wang Dang was screaming, he couldn't bear to look back, two million troops turned into ashes in the flames, and now there were less than 500,000 people still surviving, in addition to the 100,000 or so people at the exits on both sides, there were 200,000 or 300,000 troops huddled in the corners of the valley, waiting for the arrival of death.

The flames covered the whole valley, and those people were trapped in a corner, surrounded by fire on all sides, and they could no longer rush out, so they could only pray that death would come later, or that the heavens would see mercy, and that a heavy rain would fall!

It's a pity that the sky is cloudless, the scorching sun is shining in the sky, their "yellow sky" has not blessed them, and they do not have the luck of Sima Yi in the upper valley, the god of death may not have time to pay attention to them for the time being, but it will come to them after all, it is just a matter of time!

There were also some people who rushed to the middle of the valley where the flames were burned first, although the temperature was very high, but not to the point of death, these people gathered there in fear, looking at the scene of Shura in front of them shivering, the weapons were thrown away by them, signaling that they had completely given up resistance, expecting Zhang Fan and others to be kind enough to spare their lives after the final victory.

No one will question that their own side has already been defeated, these people have no intention of fighting a war, they just want to survive!

The smell in the air became more and more unpleasant, and the black-gray smoke rose into the air, which could be seen from a very long distance, and some good deeds in the vicinity were also frightened by the sight in front of them, and almost fled in panic.

Their vision was obstructed, unable to see the scene in the valley, what they saw was the blood-red eyes of the Yellow Turbans who were clustered in, and the crazy and tyrannical aura in them was unmistakable, although these people were not the first to bear the brunt, but they were still frightened and almost fell to the ground.

"Holy! Are these yellow turban thieves crazy? Shaped like a beast! ”

"That's it! The Yellow Turban Thief has always been a typical example of the weak and the widow, and has always won by numbers, but I didn't expect to have such a crazy side, so it will be more difficult for us to mix it up! ”

"Yes! Judging from the posture of the Yellow Turban Army, the troops and horses facing them are in a catastrophe! ”

"That's not for sure! These soldiers and horses are majestic, with distinct armor, and they are obviously elite troops! And you see that there are still a few generals in that formation, maybe they can compete with the Yellow Turban Army! ”

"Hehe......"

Many people laughed silently, obviously disagreeing with what the man said, the Yellow Turban Army had an absolute numerical superiority, and the offensive was so crazy, although the army blocking them was elite, it was still as fragile as a leaf in the wind, and could be torn apart at any time!

"Look!" Someone in the crowd stretched out his hand and pointed: "Isn't that the Arrow God Chaos?" ”

"It seems to be true!"

Someone rubbed his eyes, watched again and again, and finally determined: "It's just chaos!" I didn't expect him to appear here, these elite soldiers are all his subordinates? Isn't that too much? Who are those three generals? I don't know if it's strong or not! ”

Sighs abounded, these people saw clearly that there were no other players on this side except Zhang Fan, that is to say, the soldiers and horses there were all owned by Zhang Fan alone, such a strong army, wouldn't it make people envious, jealous and hateful?

"Where did he get so many soldiers? It's really enviable! A player with an "army" of more than 1,000 people under his command said sourly, his eyes full of fire.

"Humph! What about his arrow god, and what about his soldiers? Now he can't protect himself, once those wolf-like Yellow Turban Army come together, he is afraid that these soldiers and horses will be lost, and it is unknown whether the three generals can survive! ”

"There is a point in that! The wind and clouds are too exposed, and they are destined to fall here and be beaten to the dust! ”

"I'm going to post the video online to see how a generation of arrow gods fell and fell from the clouds!"

Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, this is really good, the players present from envy to resentment are just in an instant, these people have their own actions, and in the blink of an eye, the scene here has been transmitted to the top in the blink of an eye, once again attracting the attention of countless people around the world.

As the first player in the game to be canonized, Zhang Fan's stirring wind and rain has always been terrifyingly powerful, from the mouth of the Hades Valley to Zhending City, from the Shura station to this valley, he is radiant, obscuring the sun, moon and stars.

Countless people with different thoughts are focused on this, waiting for the final result, whether the generation of arrow gods will create glory again or fall, it will be clear immediately!

……

Zhang Fan was sneering, he clearly saw the various states behind him, but these people were blind, but they didn't know that the seemingly vicious Yellow Turban Army was already the end of the crossbow, and they were just making the last effort before they died!

The Tiger Guard's heavy shield repelled for ten seconds, and these ten seconds were the torment of life and death for the Yellow Turban Army, the fire became more and more violent by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it was behind him, engulfing countless soldiers and burning them into ashes!

8，7，6……

The Yellow Turban Army finally knew how long and difficult the time was, and in just a few seconds, the flames had reached behind them, and tens of thousands of comrades-in-arms were engulfed in flames, and the screams pierced the sky and the sky, and went straight to the clouds!

5，4，3……

Desperate, knowing that there was no escape, they roared and wept and mourned like wild beasts, but they were still swallowed up by the merciless fire......

At the same time, Yan Yang and Zhao Yun's 3,000 cavalry brigade also ushered in their hardest battle, they did not have the domineering and almost scoundrel repulsion ability of crossbowmen and tiger guards, some only had spears in their hands and horses under their hips!

The eyes of the cavalry were full of boundless confidence, and the idea of invincibility germinated in their hearts, and they finally met with the Yellow Turban soldiers in a short battle and fought in one place!

Suddenly, blood rained down!