Chapter 187: White Horse!

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After Huang Zhong saw Zhang Yinyuan being shot down and falling into the dense rout yellow scarf, he felt that Zhang Yinyuan would die, his lips and teeth pulled, listening to the almost irrepressible breath and killing intent of the armor soldier behind him, he looked at the yellow scarf that bombed the camp, smiled disdainfully, stretched his arms, and hung the iron tire bow that was still trembling slightly behind him, brushed his white beard with one hand, sighed, and shook the horse's reins fiercely, the long-lost blood and bloodlust in his eyes were surging wildly, and his tongue was full of spring thunder!

"Kill!"

The war horse neighed, the dust flew, and the moment the horse jumped out, a layer of dark blue light swept out from him, covering the entire sergeant behind him, and then flowed back from the army to the big green horse, and its momentum skyrocketed!

In an instant, everyone was dressed in dark blue light, and the internal breath of a military general was frantically blessed to the armor soldiers under his command, with the dark blue inner breath passed to each other as a chain, all of them were in the same form, silent, and even the huge breathing sound of the bellows just now disappeared without a trace, only the dark blue inner breath that rose to the sky, almost condensed into substance, and the violent killing intent of the black cloud crushing the city mixed into a huge beast! Charge down!

The ground trembled slightly under the trampling of countless heavily armored feet, spreading the will of this mighty army to all directions by shaking off the ground, and the tremors of other directions converged into a dull slaughter that overturned the earth, with the power of the Han Court for four hundred years, mighty and mighty, and rushed to the yellow turban that was defeated by a wave of arrow rain.

This is not war, what is this war?

This is different from the life-for-life fight in the daytime, and it is not a trap where a single hero can change the outcome.

This is the massacre of the peasants who have no military literacy by the regular army of the dynasty under the leadership of regular generals!

There is no shock of the collision of iron and fire.

There was no loud snare.

No battle damage!

There was only a wail of pain and fear, the yellow scarves who had lost their fighting spirit cried and shouted for their mothers like the ragtag army that was defeated during the day, and many people even crashed into the oncoming military formation in embarrassment, raising their war knives high, spraying blood, and fearful heads, and then the headless corpses that were crushed into powder by military boots washed the earth red!

There are also yellow scarves who have fallen into madness in a desperate situation to pick up the sundries at hand, and some people even hold crockpots and moths to the fire and rush to the black army, with hideous faces and green muscles! But like the frightened comrades, they were beheaded and trampled, adding a touch of grandeur to the land.

Zhang Yinyuan rolled Zhang Yan and roared through the crowd, the filthy big crackled, his big feet hit the ground, splashing dust, and his strong physique and strength made him burst out at a high speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour even if he was holding a person, surpassing the panicked yellow scarves.

(I remember reading the book that there are fierce beasts chasing, you don't need to run past the beasts, as long as you run past your companions, now these people are all thinking like this, but at the current speed, most of them can get rid of Huang Zhong's pursuit。。。。。。 ）

Zhang Yinyuan, who was running wildly, suddenly shook his whole body, looking at the neat row in front of him, and the extremely eye-catching white war horses in this dark night pressed together, especially the dark yellow armor in front of him, the helmet covered his face, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, the white horse under his crotch was obviously a head taller than many knights behind him, the horse's legs were full of fresh blood, dozens of scattered yellow turban corpses were laid in front, blood was gurgling and flowing, **** hard land absorption, looking at the person in front of him, Zhang Yinyuan's cheeks couldn't help twitching.

(Damn, hush?) The white horse of this water is the white horse righteous servant? Could this person be Zhao Yun? Don't say that Zhao Yun is white? However, Zhao Yun came out during the Yellow Turban Rebellion? But... It doesn't matter if he is Zhao Yun or not, these cavalrymen, just look at Huang Zhong's exaggerated arrows, I can run enough to choke these generals, if there is no main line, I can still hand over Zhang Yan to live, but this damn space... ）

Zhang Yan under his armpit suddenly trembled, Zhang Yinyuan stopped with a wry smile, this wake-up is really timely... But it's okay, Zhang Yan is a Qu Shuai, and he is the bearer of the Yellow Turban in Montenegro, and his combat power is brilliant, even if he is now shot in the shoulder by Huang Zhong, but these generals are all non-humans, you might as well see if you can break through, if you can't... Zhang Zhang Yinyuan took a deep breath, and an obscure light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yinyuan dragged the slag after putting Zhang Yan down, and stood in front of Zhang Yan in front of the cold gaze of the military general who was suspected of being Zhao Yun.

"Chicken brother, what's that?"

"Hanting attacked at night, the camp has been lost, the dead and wounded are not counted, and there is currently an ambush on both sides, and I don't know the situation in other directions." The crystal slag gradually burned red at the junction with the ground under the urging of Zhang Yinyuan's mana, and the pale golden inscription appeared on it, recalling the feeling when the red dog once gave him a feeling, a kind of depressed, irritable, radical, and the momentum of the mountain and tsunami gradually rose from Zhang Yinyuan's body, distorting the surrounding air, and said in a deep voice what Zhang Yan wanted to know.

"Hehehe, it's interesting, you are the one who tore Long Aoyun during the day and slaughtered Huangfu in the day?"

Before Zhang Yan could speak, the yellow-armored general on the white horse in front of him said with great interest, the white horse under his crotch snorted uneasily, his hooves moved, the big lance in his hand slowly stretched out, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe, it's so noisy!" Zhang Yinyuan squinted slightly, completely immersed in the perception of the red dog, the hat on his head from Ace turned into a blue and white navy hat, the red suit on his body was the color of magma, and the whole body was filled with force, and the green smoke rose from the big army, and the contaminated sludge fell to the ground in a lump under the high temperature, and the dead black justice behind the snow-white big army was slightly distorted.

As soon as his chin was tucked in, the short brim of his hat covered his eyes, and at this moment, his face was ordinary, and his height was ordinary, and he suddenly burst out with amazing charm.

"Big brother, I'm going to go!".

At this time, Zhang Yinyuan, there seemed to be a tall figure in the same outfit as him behind him emerging in the surging fiery red mana, which was one of the apex combat forces in another world, and the highest point of absolute justice on the sea!

Without waiting for Zhang Yan to respond, he stepped on the ground, the pitch-black leather shoes reflected the black light in the dark night, and was illuminated by the torch that had just been lit near the white horse, and there was a red mist coiling around him, and there seemed to be magma from the sea rolling in the godless eyes, the red dog's insistence on justice and Zhang Yan's angry roar not long ago tonight gradually melted into a furnace, and the red with the tip of the needle slowly spread from the pupils, like a high-speed virus, crawling all over the eyes in an instant, red as blood, bright red!

Silent, that indescribable quiet, like a volcano before the eruption, the dragging slag pulled out a crystal line of fire on the ground, the face was expressionless, but it was as restless as a volcano about to erupt, the fire around the body was beating uneasily, the sound of burning was the only way for the army to charge, he didn't take a step to make Zhang Yan's heart tremble behind him, like a volcano being forcefully suppressed again and again, and the power that burned everything was accumulated again and again, and finally turned into a great shore that destroyed the world!

"Huh? It really is ... It's very interesting... ”

The general's lips curled up, his deep eyes rose with cruel joy, the big lance shook, the war horse swayed its front hooves restlessly, and a longing for battle slowly permeated his heart.

(In addition to these commanders, the Yellow Turban still has people worth fighting!) ）

(It doesn't matter if you are Zhao Yun or not, if you want to block my justice, then!) Die! ）