Three Kingdoms: Refused to lend Zhao Yun at the beginning!

There was endless trembling in the shouting and killing.

Backed by the Wohe River, this is a desperate battle.

However, he was resentful and unwilling to fight, and wanted to go back to Jiangdong to see if it was true what Zhao Yun said. .

Chapter 163

Kill, kill, kill!

Zhou Yu issued the killing order with unwillingness.

Huang Gai, Han Dang, Zu Mao, and Cheng Pu naturally did not believe what Zhao Yun said.

In their memories, Zhou Yu had controlled the military power in Jiangdong since the time of Sun Ce, and Sun Quan was also in awe of him, so it was impossible for such a situation to happen.

"Stubborn!"

Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Southwest Mansion, Qingzhou, the Second Baipao Battalion, Southeast Mansion Xiaosheng Battalion, and Tianye Mansion's [-] regular troops began to mobilize.

The [-] army collided with the Jiangdong Army with great power.

Boom!

The two sides collided.

In an instant, a large number of Jiangdong soldiers were beheaded.

The frightening thing is that the white-robed army is like a sharp arrow breaking through the army. The Qingzhou battalion, the regular army, and the Xiaosheng army are advancing towards the center, and there is not a single living Jiangdong soldier in the area they pass.

This method of killing makes people shudder and shudder.

Among the armies.

Zhao Yun's face was cut like a knife, and he raised his spear and rode his horse to fight.

The blood stained his body, not only was it not dirty, but it made him a bit more heroic.

Going deep, going deep.

Zhao Yun has already left the Baipao camp.

Single-handedly entered the chaos army, just to behead Jiangdong General.

Zhou Yu and the four old generals will not die, the Jiangdong Army will not surrender, and the army of the Three Prefectures will not be merciful. If he wants to avoid too many killings, he must cut Huang Gai and others into chaos.

"Zhao Zilong!"

Huang Gai raised his knife and roared angrily.

Left and right Han Dang, Cheng Pu and Zu Mao rushed out.

The eyes of the four were full of ferocity, and they wished they could cut him off right now.

"Crack!"

Zhao Yun reached out and drew out the horizontal knife.

Don't be afraid of the four generals in front of you, and control the Jade Lion majestically and motionlessly.

Tianye Mansion was the first to win, and Southwest Mansion had been delayed for a long time in Peiguo.

Don't say that the four veterans can't stop today, even if Sun Ce is reborn, Jiangdong's army will not be able to get out of this place.

"kill!"

Huang Gai dragged his knife along.

The 27-year-old veteran is like a roaring lion rushing forward to kill.

Han Dang, Cheng Pu, and Zu Mao were unwilling to be left behind, let alone underestimate Zhao Yun, Marquis of Southwest China.

Before the Daye Wangfu established the Five Mansions.

Among the ten battalion commanders, Zhao Yun can be called the number one general.

Even Gao Shun, Tai Shici, Gao Lan, Zhang A and others are slightly behind.

This kind of existence is the achievement of the Daye Palace in battle after battle, and it is not something to brag about.

"Clang!"

Weapons collide.

The sound of gold and stone colliding rippled through the smoke and dust.

Zhao Yun held a horizontal saber in his left hand, and a gentian silver spear, fighting with the four generals.

Gun shadows appeared all over the sky.

Blossoming gun flowers bloomed in front of everyone.

If Gongsun Jing's spear skills are the pinnacle of strength, then Zhao Yun's spear skills are the pinnacle of lightness.

The five men fought each other for only ten rounds, and the point of the spear pierced through Han Dang's breastplate and nailed him to death among the rebellious army.

"Yi Gong!"

Cheng Pu roared angrily.

The four of them have been together for decades.

He has experienced countless battles, but today he died in battle.

"die!"

Zhao Yun's eyes were full of anger.

Knocking on the horse's belly, Yezhao Jade Lion suddenly stood up.

The sharp edge of the horizontal knife outlined a silver arc, splitting the spear erected by Zu Mao, and splitting half an inch of the knife mark along the brow.

"Damn!"

"Damn you!"

Huang Gai was jealous.

A long knife fluttered among the chaotic army.

But in the end, it couldn't withstand the oncoming spear, and could only turn into endless rage.

"boom!"

Zhao Yun directly threw the horizontal knife towards Huang Gai.

Holding up the spear with both hands, he completely blocked Cheng Puqi's attack, and stabbed hard again, stabbing the third veteran under the horse.

"what!"

"Ha ha!"

Huang Gai looked up to the sky and smiled sadly.

Two lines of old tears swayed in the air along with blood stains.

After dozens of years of fighting in the South and North, the Shroud of Horse Leather has long been prepared.

However, who would have thought that the four old brothers would die on the same person on the same day.

"Sorry!"

The jade lion neighs at night.

Zhao Yun's blood-stained Zheng robe stared at Huang Gai like a god of war, and said indifferently: "Huang Gongfu, this Marquis has already given you a choice. No one can stop my king's great cause of peace in the world. You are not the first, nor are you the first!" the last one!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Huang Gai rode his horse and roared.

Desperation with a hint of relief.

"boom!"

Zhao Yun raised his gun and stabbed straight.

Where the hand was raised, the gun shot out like a dragon, and Huang Gai's chest was bleeding profusely.

The four veteran generals from Jiangdong, accompanied by the endless sound of the river, died in battle by the bank of the Guo River after all.

"Marquis of the Southwest!"

in chaos.

Zhang Liao threw a horizontal knife over.

The two armies are at war, and there is no room for melancholy and sympathy. When they are enemies, they are doomed to a fateful end.

Death in battle is not necessarily a kind of sorrow, but more a kind of relief from years of waiting.

Huang Gai four people died.

The momentum of Jiangdong's army dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Even with Zhou Yu, the great governor, in charge, the soldiers could not continue to fight.

Countless people threw themselves into the Wohe River, trying to escape along the river, but in the end they were shot and killed by the soldiers of the Xiaosheng Army with bows and crossbows, forcing them all to retreat.

A war of 8 people.

Nearly two hours before it was over.

Forty thousand Jiangdong soldiers, some died, some were wounded, some surrendered.

It wasn't until Zhou Yu had only a dozen bodyguards left that the curtain came to an end.

"Crack!"

Zhao Yun stuck the silver spear on the ground, then threw the horizontal knife in front of Zhou Yu, and said indifferently: "Zhou Gongjin, if you are willing to surrender, this Marquis is willing to protect you in front of my king. If you do not want to surrender, you can kill yourself with the knife , can still retain a heroic spirit!"

"That's how you lost?"

Zhou Yu looked at the horizontal knife on the ground with a dazed expression.

Zhao Yun's eyes sank, and he said in a complicated way: "It's still the same sentence, my king marches south with the power of the eight states. If a battle between our five major military mansions drags on for a year, it will be a humiliation to the past achievements of the tenth battalion. Your defeat Injustice?"

"Ha ha!"

"It's not wrong to lose!"

Zhou Yu picked up the long knife and laughed at himself: "Gongsun Changping and the Former Lord rose to prominence almost at the same time, he can become the overlord of the north, but Jiangdong Wu's palace is still huddled in the land of six counties, the outcome of this war has already been determined! "

"Not bad!"

Zhao Yun said in a deep voice.

With disheveled hair, Zhou Yu raised his head and asked, "Zhao Zilong, is what you just said true?"

"nature!"

"My king said that the ruler is weak and his ministers are strong, and the ruler is strong and his ministers are weak!"

"No matter what name a subject uses to control the power of a king, it will arouse the king's anger!"

"The former Lu Buwei, Huo Guang, Dou Wu, Dong Zhuo, Wang Yun, the lessons from the past, the teachers from the past!"

"Perhaps you and Zhang Zhao are loyal to Wu Wangfu and Sun Quan, but you have forgotten that once the emperor and the courtiers, you are all Sun Ce's leftovers, and those who control the power belong to him!" Zhao Yun said sincerely.

"ridiculous!"

"sad!"

"Amazing!"

"No wonder Zijing, as the deputy governor, was trying to curb my military power!"

Zhou Yu raised his blade, looked up at Zhao Yun and said, "Marquis of the Southwest, although you and I are enemies, please send my body back to Jianye after my death, and let Zijing bury me next to my king's tomb!"

"Sun Quan?"