Crossing the Battle of the Three Kingdoms

The soldiers of Guishuang reacted quickly. After several people died, they woke up with a start and raised their weapons like snake spears to fight.

But under Yanyun's eighteen riders, how much resistance did the Guishuang soldiers have? In less than a cup of tea, except for a few who escaped back to the city by chance, the rest died in battle.

Seeing that Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry is so powerful, Guishuang soldiers dared to underestimate them, so they quickly sent someone to inform the commander Wu Yisheng.

Wu Yisheng was in a big mansion at this time, searching for treasures. He heard that there were eighteen cavalry clamoring outside the city and beheaded more than a hundred soldiers. He immediately left a few people to guard his treasures, and led the rest to the tower .

After a few glances, seeing that there was nothing special about Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry, Wu Yisheng decided to send troops to fight, first to test it out, and then decide whether to report to the higher authorities, lest the soldiers exaggerate.

Yan Da insulted for a while, saw the city gate opened, and hundreds of people rushed out, he immediately called the rest and rushed towards the crowd.

Chapter 711 The Sword

Seeing the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry who were fighting, Wu Yisheng frowned involuntarily, ordered the blowing of the retreat horn, and quickly sent someone to notify Rahul.

If you want to mobilize an army of more than a thousand people, you must have an order from Rahul. This was issued by Rahul himself. The purpose is to prevent someone from rebelling.

If the army is outside, if there is a rebellion, not to mention the weakening of strength, it will seriously affect morale, and it may even become a trend.

Rahul didn't want to become a bare-bones commander, and in the end he ran back to Guishuang in despair, spending the rest of his life under the guidance of others.

In the lobby of the gorgeous house, Rahul was sitting half-lying, looking at the unconscious beautiful woman beside him a little out of breath, recalling what happened just now, as if he had no energy left.

When he was about to make a move, suddenly a soldier rushed in, making him stop involuntarily, and shouted with slight anger on his face.

"Don't you know the habits of this commander? Is it because you think you live too long, or do you do it on purpose?"

The soldier panicked and knelt down and said, "Dear Commander, there are enemies calling for battle outside the city. Commander Wu Yisheng sent someone to inform him, requesting to mobilize the army."

Finally, the Han army came, Rahul stood up abruptly, and asked, "How many troops are here?"

The soldier replied hesitantly: "Yes, there are eighteen cavalry. Commander Wu has already faced the battle, but lost hundreds of people, and has withdrawn troops to defend the city."

"What?" Hearing that there were only [-] riders, Rahul couldn't help scolding without any vigilance and belligerence.

"Eighteen riders, Wu Yisheng is no match for him, and he still has to bother me. Are they all a bunch of trash? Damn it, damn it!"

In a fit of rage, Rahul pulled out the sword that was placed aside, and slammed it aside at the unconscious beautiful woman. The splash of blood made him less angry.

Looking at the headless corpse, Rahul felt sorry for the grace of dew just now. Compared with the previous ones, this beautiful woman made him more satisfied.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Rahul stabbed the kneeling soldier to death with a sword. The soldier thought that Rahul had vented his anger and would not blame himself, so he didn't even have time to beg for mercy.

Rahul looked at the sharp sword in his hand, put the sword back into its sheath a little comfortably, held the sword in his hand, turned around and summoned the soldiers to go to the tower.

When he came to the city tower, he heard the roar of chirping. Rahul took a closer look and asked the translators beside him, "What are the Han people in the city shouting?"

The interpreter replied tremblingly: "He said that they were under the command of the general of the Han Dynasty, and let the general go out of the city to fight."

In fact, the words are full of insults, and the translator does not dare to say the truth, but conveys it euphemistically.

Eighteen riders are so rampant, it seems that these Han people still have some skills, but no matter how powerful they are, they will die here today.

Rahul stretched his neck and ordered: "The army will follow the commander out of the city and tear these Han people apart."

Hearing the order, the soldiers on the side quickly blew the emergency assembly horn, and Rahul hurried down the tower without waiting for everyone.

When the special horn sounded, Yan University knew that there was a change in the city, so the seventeen riders backed away calmly, preparing to fight, and during this period, the city gate was quickly opened.

Rahul hasn't been on the battlefield in person for a long time, and this time he came to Ya'an to practice his skills with these [-] drills, and to deter those aliens in the army.

With a sweeping glance, Rahul caught sight of Yanda who was holding a halberd. He drew his sword and shouted, "Leave the rider on the red horse to this commander, and tear the rest to pieces!"

After finishing the words, Rahul slapped down the war horse, which was slightly taller than the Han horse, and approached Yanda with a sword.

When Yan Da saw a man who looked like a leading general coming to kill him, he immediately showed anger and swung his halberd, wanting to take the life of this foreign general who dared to launch an active attack.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two collided, and the sword and halberd collided several times in a row. It was difficult to distinguish who was superior to the naked eye, but in fact, Rahul had already lost the wind.

One inch long and one inch strong, Yan Da held Fang Tian's painted halberd, taking advantage of the length of the weapon, but in terms of sharpness, he was at a disadvantage.

The sword used by Rahul is the sword of the Guishuang kings in the past dynasties. According to legend, it has been consecrated by gods and Buddhas, and the sword body has never been stained with blood. It is also made of flying stones that are rare in a century.

In this Eastern Expedition, Weisudeva I gave the sword to Rahul in order to show his determination and respect.

Once the sword is in the hands of Rahul, it becomes his weapon and a proof of his power.

Rahul can control hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses outside. Needless to say, his prestige and family background in Guishuang can be guessed, and he himself is the number one warrior recognized by the people of Guishuang.

Seeing that Yanda was able to draw with him and had a slight upper hand, Rahul showed a long-lost solemnity.

"It's an adversary, Yan can finally have a good fight today." The several slashes on Fang Tian's painted halberd made Yan Da feel distressed for a while, and the killing intent in his heart became stronger.

"I didn't expect to meet an opponent among the so-called Han people. Today, I will kill you!" The two chattered a few words, neither of them understood what they meant.

After Rahul finished speaking, he was the first to move. He was holding the sword, and suddenly cut his palm quickly, muttering in a low voice.

Seeing Rahul self-mutilation, Yan Da swung Fang Tian's painted halberd to attack, suddenly curious, but then continued to swing it.

Just when Fang Tian's painted halberd was about to fall on Rahul, a burst of Sanskrit sound suddenly rang in Yan Da's ears, which made his ears numb, and the attack could not help but slow down again.

Seeing the effect, Rahul waved his sword overjoyedly and slashed at Yan's neck, ready to kill him with one blow.

When the danger came, Yan Da's cold hair stood on end, and he waved Fang Tian's painted halberd to resist, ignoring the irritable Sanskrit voice next to his ears.

With the cooperation of the sudden appearance of the Sanskrit, Yan University was crushed and had no ability to fight back, and was in a precarious situation.

At the moment when the Sanskrit sound sounded, Zuo Ci, who was meditating in the dilapidated Taoist temple on Tianzhu Mountain, suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "It has been stable for hundreds of years, it seems that those people can't help it."

After Zuo Ci finished speaking, he quickly got up and went to the back mountain of the Taoist temple. He bowed in front of an old and dusty stone altar, and began to recite ancient mantras.

At the same time, in Yangzhou, Qingzhou, Yizhou and other places, there were many people acting like Zuo Ci.

As the thoughts of these people rose to nine days, in a magnificent palace in the sky, a middle-aged man exuding coercion slowly opened his eyes.

Frowning slightly, the man said to himself with a little anger: "These people in the west must have stretched their hands too far. Even if the deity can't get it, it's their turn."

After the man finished speaking, he waved his hand, and his face, which was slightly rosy after absorbing the thoughts, suddenly became much paler.

"Yeah." The man calmed down, shook his head and said, "It seems that the seals of these ants are still too strong, and the loss of thought power is not worth the loss. I don't know when it will be broken again."

Chapter 712

All of this happened without anyone knowing, except for the few people who felt the throbbing in their hearts, they didn't notice it at all.

Looking back at the Wuwei battlefield, Yanda, who had been fighting fiercely for half an hour, had many wounds on his body, and he looked very embarrassed.