The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 592

"kill!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Liao raised his saber to attack Han Sui, and a group of armored cavalry followed Zhang Liao to attack Han Sui.

Han Sui leaned against the raging Weishui River and faced the rolling cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army. He knew that death was coming.

He originally thought that he would be indifferent in the face of death. As a prisoner of the Qiang people, his life was hanging by a thread, and his life and death were controlled by others.

He has also fought on the battlefield, and he has seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he has already become hard-hearted.

But when death came, Han Sui's heart was full of fear.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to just die on this nameless river beach.

The Central Plains is chaotic, God-given opportunity, the throne of the Son of Heaven, the descendants of the Liu family sit, why can't Han Sui do it?

It has been hundreds of years since the gentleman's lake was cut off for five lifetimes, and it is time for this world to change its master.

Although the two major defeats curbed Han Sui's ambitions, the current Han Sui still wants to occupy Liangzhou.

If he can't take control of the Central Plains, then he can also occupy Liangzhou and be his own emperor on the border of Liangzhou.

Han Sui showed a struggling face, and he even thought of surrendering.

Now bow your knees, maybe you can get a way out.

Han Sui looked at the cavalry of the Yellow Turban Army who were getting closer, and then turned his attention to the guards on the side.

"Lord!"

Just when Han Sui was about to be overwhelmed by despair, a voice from afar pulled Han Sui out of the abyss of despair.

Han Sui looked back and saw a boat coming from the upper reaches of the Wei River.

Yan Xing held a long knife in his hand, and stood at the bow of the ship with a blood-stained robe. There were five or six people in military uniforms on board, and their faces were also blood-stained.

The boat rushed down like a sharp sword, galloping towards Han Sui.

"My lord, board the ship quickly!"

Yan Xing stood at the bow of the ship and shouted anxiously.

This startling change did not escape Zhang Liao's sight.

"Rush over, don't let Han Sui go!"

Zhang Liao let out an angry roar, kicked the horse's belly violently, and charged forward.

"call out----"

"kill!!"

A group of generals in the Yellow Turban Army also stepped forward bravely. If Han Sui was really allowed to escape, there would be endless troubles.

Han Sui successfully escaped and occupied half of Liangzhou, which would definitely cause the Yellow Turban Army to lose more generals, cause them to lose more robes, and make them one step further away from the world of Huang Tian.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!!!" "Swoosh!!!"

The sound of feathered arrows piercing the air suddenly sounded, and dozens of feathered arrows rushed towards Han Sui and others. Not a skilled archer.

Arrows flew like locusts, and in an instant, several armored riders behind Han Sui fell down from their horses, howling.

Zhang Liao's mount was also a famous horse from Wuhuan. Wuhuan presented eight steeds, except for Ben Xiao and Baihe, the other six were awarded to the generals in the army, and Zhang Liao also got one of them.

The war horses of Zhang Liao's Jia cavalry were also first-class Wuhuan war horses, and in an instant the distance with Han Sui had been shortened.

Han Sui was still more than forty steps away from the boat, and it was already too late.

Seeing Zhang Liao leading the crowd to kill, Cheng Gongying gritted his teeth, and lashed Han Sui's horse on the buttocks of his horse.

"My lord, go first!"

Cheng Gongying discarded the whip and changed the bow, and held the string in his hand. Looking back suddenly, the bow was full of moon, and the flying arrows were like lightning.

"Whoosh——"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and within a short while, three arrows shot towards Zhang Liao one after another. The three armored cavalry in front of Zhang Liao either covered their faces or their necks and fell to the ground suddenly.

Three shots and three hits, all of them fell in response to the string!

There was another sound of piercing through the air, Cheng Gongying had already shot the fourth arrow, and this fourth arrow was heading straight for Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao's eyes were clear, and the trajectory of the arrow could be clearly heard in his eyes. He had suffered from the bow and arrow during the Battle of Jizhou, so how could he have no way to prevent it.

Zhang Liao lowered his body slightly, and easily dodged the arrow that was coming quickly.

The neighing of the steed suddenly accelerated, and Zhang Liao had already rushed to Cheng Gongying in a short while.

A look of panic appeared on Cheng Gongying's face, and in the next second, a snow-white horse suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The sky and the earth turned upside down, Cheng Gongying only felt that the sky was spinning, and the surrounding scenery changed from bright to dark, as if he had fallen on the ground, and the gravel on the ground hurt his cheek.

But apart from the pain on his face, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

Immediately, he saw a headless body fall from a very familiar horse seat, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground appeared in his ears.

He wanted to speak, but he looked at the headless body that fell on the ground, and felt familiar.

But he couldn't speak at all, he was overwhelmed by deep tiredness, he lost all feeling, only tiredness remained, he just wanted to close his eyes...

Han Sui's eyes were about to burst, he first beat Cheng Yin and Li Kan, and now Cheng Gongying, Liang Xing and Hou Xuan probably stayed on the river beach, he didn't see them on the boat .

This battle not only lost more than [-] of his soldiers, but also lost five of his generals.

"Han Sui, take your life!"

Zhang Liao rode his horse and roared angrily, all his attention was focused on Han Sui.

Han Sui didn't dare to turn his head back, but just blindly drove the horses under his seat. There was no longer a guard by his side, and everyone stepped into the underworld in order to resist Zhang Liao.

"Dock the boat!"

Yan Xing shouted angrily, commanding the soldiers on the boat to control the boat forward.

But the more anxious, the more prone to mistakes, although the soldiers on these boats were all selected by Yan Xing, but at this critical time, the psychological quality is also a huge problem.

Seeing that Zhang Liao was getting closer and closer to Han Sui, but the boat was still two feet away from the river beach.

"Han Sui, die!"

Zhang Liao glared furiously, raised the long knife in his hand, and stabbed straight forward. At this time, he was only three steps away from Han Sui.

Zhang Liao's roar rang in Han Sui's ears, and the sound of sharp blades piercing the air sounded behind him.

"My life is over!"

Han Sui trembled all over, now he only had a horsewhip in his hand.

In order to lighten the burden, not only the cumbersome armor was removed, but also the sword at the waist was lost, so there was no strength left to fight.

Now the long knife in Zhang Liao's hand can cut through his body without any hindrance, sending him into the land of the Nine Nethers.

"Whoosh——"

Another sharp sound rang from Han Sui's ears, and that sharp sound was only a line higher than the sound of sharp blades piercing the air behind him.

As expected, death did not come, Han Sui raised his head and looked forward, only to see Yan Xing standing on the clothes, holding a bow in one hand, and stretching his hand to the quiver with the other, the bowstring was still trembling.

It was Yan Xing who shot an arrow that forced Zhang Liao to dodge and saved his life!

Chapter 593 The Weishui Leaping Horse

Although Yan Xing used his bow and arrow to push back Zhang Liao who was chasing after Han Sui, but he couldn't change the distance between the boat and the shore.

"My lord, Prancing Horse!"

Yan Xing was quick to wit, and shouted loudly.

Han Sui looked at the distance between the boat and the river beach, and how the horse could jump over that distance, but the sound of hooves urging the horse behind him came again.

"drive!"

Han Sui raised his whip and lashed the horse's butt. The yellow pussy horse under his seat hissed sadly, increased his speed again, and rushed towards the boat not far away.

"咴------"

The war horse neighed sadly, and the horse's hooves stepped on the water.

Han Sui clenched his teeth, bridle and whip, and the yellow puma under the seat kicked its hooves suddenly, and leaped forward high.

At this moment, time almost stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on Han Sui, and on the war horse sitting under Han Sui.

"Oh!"

After a series of sprints and gallops, Han Sui's yellow pussy had reached its limit, and this leap exhausted all its strength.

When there was still a little distance away from the boat, Huang Puma crashed through the water and fell into the icy Weishui.

Naturally, Han Sui on Huang Puma's horse was not spared either. Han Sui's body rolled forward with inertia, and fell into the bitingly cold icy water.

He still didn't have the next heavy armor on his body, and the winter clothes on his body that were quickly invaded by cold water made his body extremely heavy, and he couldn't float at all.

Han Suiyuan opened his eyes, and there was only the cold and dark Weishui in front of him. He struggled desperately, but there was no way to stop himself from sinking.

The icy river water poured into his mouth and nose, engulfing Han Sui in endless despair, and the last glimmer of clarity in his mind was about to leave him.

"Crash--"

There was a sound of water splashing, which seemed to be coming from above, and Han Sui felt a powerful hand grab his arm suddenly.

"Wow——"

The cold and dark Weishui disappeared from Han Sui's eyes, and the almost lost Qingming also re-lighted, allowing Han Sui to slowly regain consciousness.

"Ship! Sail!"

Yan Xing's upper body was almost soaked by the water. At the last moment, Han Sui grabbed Han Sui who was about to sink into the Wei River.

He didn't care about talking to Han Sui, so he directed the boat to move loudly.

But Yan Xing didn't need to say anything about it. The densely packed Yellow Turban Army on the river beach had already made these soldiers fearful. If they weren't afraid of Yan Xing's power, they would have already fled away.

Zhang Liao was so angry that Han Sui narrowly escaped death, which was a great shame!

"Han Sui!"

Zhang Liao roared angrily, raised the long knife in his hand, and threw it towards the direction of the boat.

The long knife was unbiased and shot at Han Sui.

If there is no other action, then Han Sui, who can't move, must have no way to escape.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he pulled a soldier who was punting the boat to Han Sui's body.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp knife entering the body came, and the soldier was nailed to the boat by the long knife thrown by Zhang Liao. It touched Han Sui's waist and abdomen.

The soldier covered his chest with his hands, his eyes wide open, and he looked at the long knife on his waist in disbelief.

He wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.

He raised his head with difficulty, stared at Yan Xing in a daze, with resentment on his face.

Yan Xing didn't pay attention to the soldier's eyes at all. He held the handle of the knife with one hand, and with a sudden force from his arm, he pulled out the long knife suddenly.

The long knife was pulled out, blood gushed out from the soldier's chest, and took away the last look in the soldier's eyes.

Yan Xing wiped the blood that was spattered on his face, then raised his foot indifferently, and kicked the dead soldier's body into the icy Weishui.

Although the amount of water in the Weishui River in winter is small, the flow rate is not slow.

When a group of cavalry from the Yellow Turban Army came close, and when they drew their bows and set their arrows, the boat had already carried Han Sui and drove eastward quickly.

Zhang Liao's face sank like water, staring at the boat that was getting smaller and smaller, but there was nothing he could do.

No matter how brave he is, he can't wade through the water like in the myth, he can only look at the water and sigh.

The pontoon bridge had already been smashed to pieces by the logs and was so damaged that there was no way to rebuild the pontoon bridge in a short time.

And even if the floating bridge is not broken, it is difficult to kill Han Sui.

Just on the north bank of the Wei River, there are more than [-] cavalry from Liangzhou. After a long journey and repeated fierce battles, the Bingzhou Battalion under his command is already at the end of its strength, and it is impossible to penetrate Lu Jin.