As a marshal of an army, Wang Xiong's screams have a sonic bonus.
He was picked up by Zhao Yun and killed on the spot. He regretted even leaving. Zhao Zilong gave him a chance, but it was a pity that he did not cherish it.
"Return without killing."
Zhao Yun rode his horse galloping all the way, holding the dragon pattern gun high in his hand.
The other end of the gun was stuck with Wang Xiong's body, and blood was flowing all over the gun body.
When the rebels saw this, not only were their hearts trembling, but another marshal was beheaded.
Counting King Xiao Yang, Zhao Zilong has killed four commanders in succession.
drop!
The chaotic battlefield immediately presented a vast scene.
Wherever Zhao Yun had killed, scores of rebel soldiers were squatting on the ground.
People say that putting down your weapons can save your life.
The generalissimo was beheaded and beaten.
There are also those who refuse to surrender and are still running for their lives.
Zhao Yun was not merciful when dealing with people like this, and only picked out officials.
Behind him, 80,000 Xuanjia troops surged like a sea, aiming to cut down those who resisted in the corner.
The bloody battle lasted for three days and three nights.
By the night of the fourth day, the shouts of killing gradually died out.
The Xuanjia Army won another great victory. They fought all the way from Cangzhou to the gate of Chuzhou City. In one go, they broke through the city gate and captured this great pass.
"Name tab, place of origin."
"Queue up to get the steamed buns."
There were crowds of people in the city, and shouts and shouts came and went.
It was the Xuanjia soldiers who were busy, busy recruiting the rebels.
Now that he has surrendered, he has to take care of the food. The whole city of Chuzhou is filled with smoke.
“It’s great to be able to have a hot meal.”
The rebel soldiers who surrendered behaved themselves.
It is worth mentioning that when they were getting porridge and steamed buns, they would take a look at the city wall. Standing on it was a heroic figure, standing like a monument, with a fierce cloak filled with murderous aura.
That's Zhao Zilong, the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty.
"Uncle Junior, what a great victory!" Mingyu took the booklet and found Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun took it and took a look, showing a rare smile.
In this battle, 50,000 enemies were killed and 120,000 rebels were recruited.
Based on this calculation, at this moment, he has a total of 200,000 troops.
Enough, enough for him to fight from this city to King Yang's lair.
Speaking of King Yang, after hearing the battle report, he could no longer stand still. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down on the main hall. The three hundred thousand army was defeated in a battle, and his son was also defeated.
He died in battle outside Cangzhou City.
"The situation is over."
That night, I don't know how many people left during the night, most of them were martial arts masters.
Since Zhao Zilong entered the battlefield, most of Yang Wang's elite troops have been reduced to seven or eighty-eight.
Even with all the advantages, they can't defeat the Xuanjia Army, let alone the current situation.
Therefore, find a way out as early as possible and escape before Zhao Zilong comes.
"I. Poof."
King Yang was not the only one who vomited blood, but also King Hanjiang and King Wei.
If they team up to rebel, Wang Yang will not only lose his chain, but he will be a pig teammate.
"God bless me, Tang Dynasty."
The emperor did not vomit blood and was shouting loudly in the court hall.
The courtiers all over the hall were also excited. They were truly heavenly soldiers and generals. Before the reinforcements from all walks of life arrived in Jiangzhou, he, the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty, had already led the Xuanjia Army to Chuzhou. The rebels who were not only killed were defeated, but also violently.
Zeng, with this posture, King Yang may have been captured alive before the reinforcements arrive.
"Report, Lingzhou City will be restored."
"Report, the city of Jizhou was destroyed yesterday."
"Report, Xuanjia Army has crossed Xiongjiang River."
From that day on, reports came one after another from the front line.
The Xuanjia army launched a forceful attack, attacking the city and fortifications along the way. Within three to five months, they invaded King Yang's territory and now surrounded Tianzhou.
Tianzhou, the self-proclaimed capital of King Yang, has towering walls.
However, no matter how tall the city wall is, it looks extremely gloomy at this moment.
"Zhao Zilong."
King Yang was there, wearing a dragon robe and standing on the city wall.
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The roar was a roar coming from the soul. A pair of eyes that should have been wise were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the ferocious face was more sinister than that evil ghost.
He hated it so much that his heart broke.
It was this man who beheaded his legitimate son.
It was this person who ruined his hegemony.
Zhao Yun was silent, but he was the most powerful deterrent on the battlefield.
Everyone knows that he can single-handedly take the head of King Yang without breaking the city. .??.
"Open the city gates to save lives."
Mingyu shouted from the air, his words sonorous and powerful.
Naturally, this was also said to the rebels.
King Yang is exhausted, do you really want to be buried with him?
The reason is understood by the rebel soldiers guarding the city.
Now that the situation is like this, is there still a need to fight?
So, the brothers discussed it and tied up King Yang.
It's a meritorious service! If the emperor ignores his past grievances, he can survive.
"If you gave birth to me, Yang Xuance, why give birth to him, Zhao Zilong?"
King Yang was a tough lord and struggled and jumped off the city wall.
This was his long-awaited realization. Compared to being captured alive, dying like this was dignified, and he was still wearing a dragon robe before dying, which was considered to be a taste of the emperor's addiction.
Buzz!
The gates of Tianzhou City were opened wide, and the whole city was filled with surrendered generals.
Those who refused to surrender had already fled. Although King Yang was defeated, there were also King Wei and King Hanjiang. The offensives of those two princes were much more fierce than those of King Yang.
Xuanjia's army entered the city, and the people in the city responded.
Life is good but only devils want to rebel.
At night, Zhao Yun carried the wine pot again, walked up to the city wall, and looked to the north. He didn't know whether he missed his home or his wife.
The breeze blew gently, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
By chance, when Mingyu came up, he was bumped into each other, and there was a series of battles. The young martial uncle took the lead and used his internal strength beyond the limit, fearing that he had damaged his foundation.
"It doesn't matter."
Zhao Yun smiled, but his eyes were unfocused.
For some reason, he has become more and more lethargic in recent days, especially after every exercise.
My whole body felt tired and sore, and I just wanted to fall asleep.
Perhaps, he really damaged the foundation.
Or maybe it's the sequelae of blood poisoning.
"Have a rest early."
Zhao Yun left a message, stepped out of the city wall, and disappeared outside the city.
The sight of this move made the defenders of the city, especially the surrendered troops, straighten their eyes.
The leader of the current martial arts alliance is really a master of lightness!
Such a tall city wall will go down as soon as you talk about it.
No wonder he was able to kill four marshals. His legs and feet were so numb, and his martial arts skills were unfathomable. If you were targeted by him, you would have one foot in the door of hell.
The soldiers were surprised, but Mingyu frowned slightly.
The young uncle is out of the city at this moment, obviously not to go sightseeing.
I'm afraid there are some remnants of King Yang who are peeping at Tianzhou at night.
Unfortunately, all his martial arts skills were lost, and his sense of perception and smell were greatly reduced. He could not see the real and the real clearly. He only knew that there was an elusive ghost hidden in the dark night outside the city.
Whoosh!
Zhao Yun entered a mountain forest like a strong wind.
He knew who the other party was, and even if he deliberately concealed his aura, he still couldn't escape his eyes.
"Where to go."
After crossing a lake, his speed increased sharply and he swept out a sword energy.
Then, there was a muffled groan, and the person who was escaping in front staggered after being struck by his sword.
Taking a closer look, he turned out to be the old sword master.
That night, he was also lucky and was not killed by the old eunuch.
After finally escaping back to Tianzhou City, bad news came one after another. His disciple was beheaded and King Yang also committed suicide. Everything was the work of Zhao Zilong.
Unwilling to give up, he ran to take a peek.
I never thought that this person's perception would be so terrifying that he would notice him. Not only did he notice him, but he also chased him all the way here.
"It's time to put the grudge between you and me to rest." Zhao Yun said calmly.
The old sword master said nothing, only gritted his teeth, and his face looked ferocious and terrifying.
He was puzzled. In the battle at Yuzhou City, this guy was injured with only a few breaths left and two strange poisons of blood and fire. How did he survive? And which bastard cured his wounds?