Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Huchuquan was also cautious and ordered twenty Huns cavalry to suppress the formation before going out.

When the Huns who had closed the Yanmen saw that their leader was about to commit murder, they immediately shook their scimitars and roared again.

Zhao Yun's eyes were fixed on Huchuquan, who was approaching on horseback, and the gun in his hand was swung slower and slower.

Baal Xi thought that the opponent was weak, and was afraid that Hu Chuquan would snatch away his prey.

After roaring, he clenched the mace with both hands and raised it above his head, then smashed it down with all his strength.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he just adjusted the direction of the gun head slightly and pierced the stupid man's throat.

Baal Xi never understood why he bumped into it until his death. With the final unwillingness and doubt in his eyes, he fell off his horse and lost his breath.

Because the bright silver gun's tricks were too secretive, not to mention that Baal Xi didn't understand. To outsiders, it was clear that Baal Xi just hit the head of the gun because of his carelessness.

Now Huchuquan was even more happy, his horse was three points faster, and he was waving the machete in his hand with great force.

Zhao Yun took a quick look and felt even more disdainful.

Fighting in front of the formation, fierce generals rush to kill, and the fight is not about flashy moves.

The battle for the top unparalleled ones often comes to the end, and the competition is all about strength and strength without revealing any flaws.

Hu Chuquan raised the knife above his head and waved it around casually. He looked very fierce, but his chest was completely straight and exposed to the enemy's spear point.

This kind of bluffing, in the eyes of the unparalleled general, is simply courting death.

When the two horses were twenty meters apart, Zhao Yun suddenly moved.

drink! ~

The jade lion in Yezhao galloped up, and Zhao Yunting greeted him with his gun.

At this moment, his demeanor completely changed. Before, he was still a weak and bullied sheep, but now he was an eagle flapping his wings for food.

When two horses cross each other.

Zhao Yun held the gun body with his left hand and lightly tapped the tail of the gun with his right palm.

The ejected bright silver gun touched Huchuquan's chest lightly, and it returned as soon as it touched, exploding a beautiful plum blossom mark.

Before Huchuquan's sword was cut off, the two horses were already staggered.

The bright silver spear had no remaining power, and it hit the brows, necks, and chests of the twenty cavalrymen behind him with the precision of a dragonfly.

Without exception, it was all a single blow, and wherever it struck, it was a vital point.

The Zhaoye Jade Lion rushed from the front to the end of the formation in one go. Then it raised its front hooves and neighed loudly. Zhao Yun grabbed the gun and held the horse's head, as if he had done a trivial thing.

Behind him were Hu Chuquan and twenty cavalry, and then he fell off his horse! All of them lost their breath in an instant.

hiss! ~

The Huns at the head of the city all gasped. Without their leader, the rebel army was like a fly that had lost its head. They immediately lost the pass, got on their horses and ran wildly outside the pass.

This is not a useless pewter gun tip. They have never seen such a mysterious gun in their lives.

Zhao Yun's spear is not as domineering and violent as Zhang Wu's, which often leaves mountains of blood and broken corpses all over the ground. It is not as arrogant and arrogant as Lu Bu's, which cuts off heads wherever it passes.

The spear skill in his hands does not seem to be a skill for killing and beheading enemies, but rather a skill for playing tricks. When you hear it for the first time, you can only see its beauty, but after you taste it carefully, you will know its benefits.

Report! ~

Tan Ma, who was hanging far behind Zhao Yun, quickly returned to the formation.

"General, Yanmen Pass Huchuquan is the leader, the remnants of the Huns are in retreat!"

"Hahaha! Okay! Attack its tail and gradually eat away at it!!"

Boom! ~

With the general command, four thousand flying bears suddenly started galloping.

Lu Bu, who was feeling sulky, rushed out of the military formation with the help of Red Rabbit.

He failed to make any achievements in killing the enemy in front of the battle. Now if he lags behind in hunting down the remaining troops, I am afraid that his reputation as the second bravest general in the world will not be guaranteed!

This time Zhang Wu did not speak or stop.

Lu Bu, who was born in Bingzhou, had hatred for foreigners that could not be clearly explained in a few words.

I saw the red rabbit running out of Yanmen Pass at high speed and diving into the depths of the Huns' fleeing army.

The visual impact brought by Fang Tian's painted halberd is much more intuitive than that of Zhao Yun's bright silver spear.

As long as the Huns took two steps at a jog, their heads would be dislocated in the next second. It would be considered gentle to just chop off their heads. There were many cases where the whole body was split into two sections.

Four thousand flying bears followed closely behind, catching up with the Huns and causing another one-sided massacre.

The Huns were so frightened that they didn't even think about resisting, they just ran for their lives.

Less than an hour.

Under Huchuquan's command, 10,000 defeated generals ran out for more than ten miles and were completely killed by 4,000 flying bears.

After a chase ends.

Zhang Wu ordered Feixiong's troops to rest on the spot and take stock of the battlefield.

It is not the general's turn to worry about these trivial matters, and the dirty work is naturally left to the deputy general.

In just half an hour, Lu Bu came to report the results of the battle.

"General, there are more than ten thousand Xiongnu troops defeated, and no one survived. Fourteen people in Feixiong's group were slightly injured, and none of them died. It's just that there are more than ten thousand Xiongnu horses, which are difficult to deal with."

"Immediately after driving to Yanmen Pass, Baixin in Bingzhou was hit by a disaster. It will be difficult to make a living next year. How about turning the land of this state into a horse farm for our army, and all the captured horses will be fed by the local people."

Lu Bu clasped his fists: "Before the expedition, the Prime Minister did not order troops to be stationed and merge with the state. If so."

Zhang Wu chuckled twice: "It's impossible to say. If tens of thousands of Xiongnu horses enter Bingzhou, I don't believe that my father-in-law can leave Bingzhou alone."

Cao Cao didn't want to occupy Bingzhou simply because the land in Bingzhou was bitterly cold, and occupying it would be useless and would be a drag.

But even if he does not occupy Bingzhou, he will still have to invest troops to expel the foreigners when they invade.

So in other words, whether Boss Cao occupies Bingzhou or not has its own advantages and disadvantages.

If you don’t occupy it, you will be less of a drag, and at least you don’t have to worry about the local people’s livelihood. But in wartime, deploying troops and generals is time-consuming and laborious.

Occupy it, invest more food, and the land merged with the state is not enough to feed Xuchang, so it is difficult to establish a long front line.

But if the land of Bingzhou is enough to support Xuchang, this problem will not exist at all.

There is no owner in the Guanzhong area, and Xiliang has been in decline since Dong Zhuo. Even if the battle line is lengthened, the princes to guard against are only the original Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and Tao Qian, plus Gongsun Zan from Youzhou.

If there are too many lice, don't worry about biting them. Anyway, you are surrounded by enemies on all sides. One more Gongsun is not much, and one less Gongsun is not much.

What's more, the land of Bingzhou can be used to support the supply of horses for Cao's cavalry, so why not do it.

With Lu Bu's political vision, he naturally couldn't see this far. He didn't understand what he was hearing, so he casually changed the question: "By the way, what should I do with Hu Gou's body?"

Hugo!

Zhang Wu's eyes glowed with a faint light, and he actually grinned: "The owl's head was hung on the neck of the soldiers and horses, and the corpses were gathered together and burned."

Lu Bu's eyes also shone with bloodthirsty and excitement: "You want it?"

"I want to build a bigger and more spectacular landscape on Langjuxu Mountain!"

"Got the order!!"

The Huns dared to show off their heads in Bingzhou in front of him.

If they dare to be in the first grade of junior high school, Zhang Wu naturally doesn't mind being in the fifteenth grade.