On the vast land, Zhao Yun galloped his horse all the way.
It must have been that the area was too remote. He had been running for three or two days since leaving Dongyue Snow Mountain, but he hadn't seen a single person.
It wasn't until the fourth day that he encountered a group of refugees in the valley. Most of them had families with them and were dressed in ragged clothes. All of them, men, women, old and young, were sallow and thin.
"Old man, how far is this place from Jiangzhou City?" Zhao Yun stopped a rickety old man.
"Three hundred miles."
The rickety old man's eyes were blurry and his expression was weak.
While speaking, he glanced at Zhao Yun and said,
"Why are you going to Jiangzhou? There's a war going on there?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yun understood instantly.
The war is in chaos, no wonder there are so many refugees.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yun gave the rickety old man the dry food he had brought with him, got on his horse again, and headed straight for Jiangzhou.
Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible.
Since we bumped into each other, we had to go into battle and kill a few bandits.
"What a kind person!"
Behind him, the eyes of the rickety old man were not distracted.
Along the way, I was hungry, my chest pressed against my back, but someone actually gave me food.
"Grandpa, I'm hungry." A child with a dark face tugged at the corner of the old man's clothes.
"Eat quickly." The old man hurriedly took the dry food.
Here, Zhao Yun's horse is like a strong wind, sending dust flying all the way.
After crossing the valley, we could already vaguely hear the shouts of killing. Looking with all our eyes, we seemed to be able to see an ancient city and billowing smoke.
You don't need to look to know that the war is urgent.
Because the air is filled with the smell of blood.
kill!
As he expected, the border of Jiangzhou was already a bloody battlefield.
The Tang army and the rebels killed corpses all over the field, how could they be so cruel?
"Leave Jiangzhou City flat for me."
The person who drank so much was a bald man with a tough back and a heavy waist.
Despite his poor appearance, he was highly regarded by King Yang. The rebels here were led by him. Since the beginning of the war, they have captured more than ten cities.<
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However, he, who is brave and good at fighting, ran into a tough opponent today.
How tough is it? His entire army of 200,000 people was blocked in Jiangzhou and couldn't get through.
"The Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty truly deserves its reputation."
Beside the bald man, there was an old man holding a feather fan in his hand, sighing.
His identity is not simple either, he is the dog-headed military advisor of the rebels.
This product is indispensable for attacking cities and fortresses along the way.
"What I'm fighting is the elite." The bald man grinned ferociously, drew his sword and pointed at Jiangzhou from afar.
"Ghost Sword Camp, spear guards, press forward for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw waves of rebels pouring into the battlefield.
For a time, the pressure on the Xuanjia Army increased sharply, and they were on the verge of collapse.
"The reinforcements haven't arrived yet?"
A middle-aged man in armor who was fighting on the battlefield shouted loudly.
He was the marshal of the Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty and was ordered to guard Jiangzhou. He had been holding off the rebels here for three months.
When a person is in the city, he receives orders to die.
But in the current battle situation, if there are no reinforcements, Jiangzhou City will be lost.
There is no way, the strength of the troops is too disparity, the Zongxuan Jia army is extremely brave, they cannot hold off the rebels, and they attack endlessly.
There were no reinforcements, but there was one martial arts leader rushing to the battlefield.
Zhao Yun finally arrived, riding a horse with a green rainbow sword on his waist and a dragon pattern gun in his hand.
Xu was his mount, a white horse that looked extremely bright on the bloody battlefield, so much so that when Suicide entered, he attracted special attention.
"Is this reinforcements?"
When Xuan Jiajun saw this, he couldn't help but be startled.
However, after one more glance, I became more and more familiar with him. He looked very much like a person. Who was he? He was the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty.
What a celebrity! His portrait has already spread all over the world.
After a comparison, it was clear that it was Zhao Zilong.
"Which one is the rebel marshal?"
Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, he ran rampant and screamed at the same time.
As the saying goes, if you shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, and if you capture the thief first, capture the king. If you can't fight in a decisive battle, then kill the opponent's commander and kill him to boost the morale of the rebels.
"Bald donkey."
"That bald donkey."
Someone asked and someone responded. ??
The Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty was not only powerful in combat, but also had a good voice. In most of the battlefield, wave after wave of people were wearing the word "bald donkey". Not to mention their own family members, even the rebels felt their ears ringing.
ring.
"I saw it."
Zhao Yun's eyes were like torches, and he rode his horse to kill the bald man.
He's bald! His forehead is so shiny that it's hard not to see it.
"Who is that?" Seeing that Zhao Yun was very ferocious and was coming towards this direction, the bald man couldn't help but sit upright.
"It should be Zhao Zilong, the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty." The dog-headed military advisor squinted his eyes and gave the answer.
"So brave."
The bald man smiled coldly, but showed no fear at all.
After all, he is the commander-in-chief of an army. He has seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He will not be frightened by this small scene. He is a great martial arts master. How can he turn the world upside down against thousands of troops?
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
Zhao Yun's shout was like thunder.
When he encountered his rebels, his heart trembled greatly. Before he could react, he was knocked over by his powerful momentum.
Not only is he fierce, he is simply unparalleled in bravery.
Thousands of troops and horses really can't stop him.
The Wuyangyang figure was stunned to be killed and a bloody path was opened.
Gudong!
When the Xuanjia Army saw this, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Everyone knows that Zhao Zilong is good at both civil and military skills, but this fierceness is too far-fetched.
"How can it be."
The bald man was also a little panicked, and the man next to him was also a little anxious to urinate.
Damn, there are thousands of troops! They can't stop that person.
"Archer, shoot him." The bald man yelled.
At the order, rows of crossbowmen came forward, bending their bows and setting arrows.
Suddenly, arrows stained with cold light streaked across the sky.
"Hunyuan Qi."
As soon as Zhao Yun drank a sonorous drink, he used his skills to the fullest, and his energy surged like a surging tide.
An astonishing scene followed, and the arrows shot were all fixed in mid-air.
kill!
After a moment, Zhao Yun raised his arms and waved.
When it was over, the arrows that were still in the air turned around and shot back again.
Who said there is no turning back when a bow is drawn, isn't it just like coming back?
Including the bald man and the dog-headed military counselor, everyone raised their heads.
The overwhelming arrows were like pouring rain, covering the world in darkness.
puff!
ah.!
When the arrow arrived, blood suddenly appeared, and he screamed again and again.
Countless rebels were pierced by long arrows and fell into pieces in a pool of blood.
"Stop him."
The bald man was also injured, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder.
Even worse than him was the dog-headed strategist. An arrow hit his face, causing him to convulse to death.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
Still shouting like this, countless thieves were shocked to the point of vomiting blood by Zhao Yun.
He had dismounted, and with a dragon-patterned spear in one hand and a green rainbow sword in the other, he fought his way up the hillside alone.
Having strong skills has its own benefits.
His spear was used as a stick, and he could turn over a piece with one blow.
When the green rainbow sword is waved, the unparalleled sword energy makes the autumn wind sweep away the fallen leaves.
"Protect. Protect."
The bald man was frightened and stepped back regardless of his injuries.
Fierce, this man is so ferocious that even thousands of troops and horses cannot stop him. If he is killed, who can save his life?
"Good journey."
Zhao Yun was like a thunderbolt and forcefully killed him.
Stop it, you can't stop it.
When he shot out like a dragon, the bald man didn't even have time to say his last words.