Daqin: Check in at the beginning of 18 and ask Zulong to abdicate

Standing in front of the army formation, Zhao Yun looked at the opposite camp.

Among the crowd, he saw his opponent at a glance.

With a slender and strong figure, he casually held a long spear. Standing there alone, he exuded an invincible aura as deep as a wall.

The confrontation between the two armies is different from the private contest.

In private competitions, he regards his own force, the ability of an oriental girl.

However, when the two armies are fighting, the comparison is a blend of momentum, military formation and determination.

Knocking on the horse's belly, Zhao Yun walked towards the open space between the two armies.

"Zilong has heard for a long time that the head of the Xiang Clan has unreasonable courage, so he is here to fight today!"

Raising the bright silver gun in his hand, Zhao Yun was full of momentum, pointing directly at Xiang Yu on the opposite side and shouting loudly.

In fact, when Zhao Yun rode out alone, Xiang Yu's fighting spirit had already begun to rise.

However, because of his uncle's affection, Xiang Yu could only suppress his fighting spirit depressedly.

But at this time, when Zhao Yun challenged him by name, he couldn't care less.

Immediately, he slapped the horse's back, like an arrow, and rushed out.

Frowning, Xiang Liang didn't stop him at this time.

Now that the opponent has already named the challenge, if he prevents his nephew from challenging, it will be detrimental to his morale.

What's more, in Xiang Liang's mind, there is probably no one in the world who can be his nephew's opponent yet.

Between the two armies, the two cavalry rushed towards each other like lightning.

"when!"

Huang Zhong's resounding impact sounded like a big Lu, and when the two silver spears collided, it spread throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.

Shaking his figure, he reined in his horse and turned around.

Looking at Xiang Yu, who was calm and composed, Zhao Yun knew that he was no match in terms of strength.

If it wasn't for the use of skills to relieve a little bit of strength just now, I'm afraid I would lose consciousness in my arm at this time.

At the same time, his eyes flashed brightly, and Xiang Yu's fighting spirit was high.

I thought it was just another superficial existence.

I didn't expect it to be quite powerful.

Xiang Yu, who hadn't met his opponent for a long time, forgot about the battlefield and the army behind him.

Only the blood and fighting spirit filled in the chest.

Looking at Xiang Yu's bright and flickering eyes, Zhao Yun was full of helplessness.

Although he had known for a long time that the man in front of him was not a qualified coach, Zhao Yun was still very surprised by his obsession with personal courage to such an extent.

This time, there was no accelerated impact like before.

Zhao Yun drove the horse, and slowly leaned towards the opponent.

Out of the tacit understanding between the generals, Xiang Yu instantly understood Zhao Yun's plan.

Is this a competition of martial arts with myself when I realize that my strength is not as good as my own?

Xiang Yu, who is extremely confident in his own strength and skills, is not timid at all.

He just stayed there quietly and completely handed over the initiative to Zhao Yun.

When he came to Xiang Yu, Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, he raised his silver spear, pulled out a spear flower, and stabbed towards Xiang Yu.

"Ding ding... ding ding..."

Different from the loud collision sound just now, the silver guns of the two sides drew afterimages one after another, as if they were in constant contact like lightning.

In the open space between the two armies, there was a burst of intensive knocking sound in an instant.

At the beginning, Xiang Yu remained unchanged in response to all changes.

Since embarking on the road of invincibility, he has not met anyone who can defeat him, no matter in which aspect.

But it didn't take long for Xiang Yu to discover to his horror that the general Qin's marksmanship on the opposite side had reached the point of perfection.

Three, six, nine...

Layers of spears and flowers moved towards Xiang Yu one after another, like a flock of birds in the void.

This is Zhao Yun's master's famous stunt, the Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Spear.

Just when Xiang Yu was still lamenting that there are such complicated and extremely complicated marksmanship in the world.

Zhao Yun's marksmanship changed again, and instantly the whole spear turned into a wandering dragon.

As if there was life, it meandered upwards, specifically attacking Xiang Yu's wrists, arms, cheeks and other weak places.

Xiang Yu was taken aback by such a weird marksmanship.

If it weren't for his strength, it would be better than three points.

I'm afraid he was beaten to the ground long ago.

A master's move is obvious in a blink of an eye.

But within the time of cupping tea, Xiang Yu already had a plan in mind.

In terms of strength, he is three points ahead, and in terms of skill, the Qin general in front of him is even better.

After a battle with the overlord thousands of years ago, Zhao Yun's obsession with being a general disappeared.

Nine gun flowers flashed out of the silver gun in his hand in an instant, and after shaking Xiang Yu, he jumped out of the standing circle.

"Hey, General Qin is afraid of a certain family, otherwise there will be another three hundred rounds of fighting!"

Seeing that Zhao Yun started to retreat into the formation, and finally met a decent opponent, Xiang Yu didn't want to, and hurriedly opened his mouth to get angry.

Looking at the reckless overlord, he actually used the aggressive method in front of him.

Zhao Yun felt a little funny in his heart.

"Zilong is under my majesty's command, but the top three are barely, so what if the general wins."

"What's more, the two armies are now facing each other, and the comparison is the strength of the army, not the bravery of the general."

"Is what you said true? Someone can beat you?"

"Yun, never lie!"

Hearing Zhao Yun's words, Xiang Yu's heart was greatly shaken. He had longed for the feeling of meeting his opponent and being evenly matched.

Although the Zhao Yun in front of him can barely make him happy, it is really not his favorite style.

Now, I heard that Qin Jun actually has someone who is more powerful than the Qin general in front of him.

Xiang Yu's blood boiled instantly, as long as he defeated the Qin army in front of him, he didn't believe that the powerful Qin army would not come out.

"kill!"

He simply didn't bother to return to the camp, so he stood between the two armies, Xiang Yu raised the silver spear in his hand, and roared.

It seems to be an agreed signal.

Just as Xiang Yu roared, both sides charged towards the opposing camp at the same time.

Outside the city of Surabaya, the two sides chose the same method.

All put the most powerful troops in front of the formation.

On the Qin side, [-] heavy cavalry led the way, while on the side of the nobles of the Six Nations, an elite combination was in front.

However, the difference in background is clear at a glance at this time.

Ten thousand heavy cavalry swept towards the opposite side like black waves.

"boom!"

Wherever the heavy cavalry passed, stumps and broken arms flew around.

A road paved with blood appeared from behind the heavy cavalry.

This kind of power, let alone Xiang Yu, even a hundred Xiang Yu can't control the balance of victory.

In today's era, the existence of iron shells like heavy cavalry is a strategic existence.

Even if they have the flaw that they cannot fight for a long time.

But within a range of 3000 meters, whoever blocks it will die.

He tried his best to survive the charge of the heavy cavalry.

Xiang Yu, whose arms were trembling slightly, completely lost the arrogance he used to look down on the world at this time.

Although he had heard that Daqin had such a powerful cavalry, he never thought that there was still a team in the world that could retain him in numbers before he encountered it.

But after this time, Xiang Yu, who had lingering fears in his heart, never felt that he was so close to death.

This is still a confrontation between the two armies, and the heavy cavalry's attention is not entirely on him.

Otherwise, there is no room for his survival.