Pirate: My apprentice’s name is Whitebeard

After Deng Mao said.

Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Forming a White Horse Righteous Follower,

regardless of the combat strength.

But when this name is called, it's very cool.

Therefore, Cheng Yuanzhi even showed great enthusiasm.

10,000 people will be given to Deng Mao at once.

It is also requested that the equipment of Hakuba Yoshitoko be preserved as much as possible.

The intention is self-evident.

"Well, don't worry, Qu Shuai, I will definitely take off the equipment of the white horse Yicong as good as possible.

When Deng Mao heard this, he couldn't wait to speak out.

Give him 2,000 men, and he will be absolutely sure.

Not to mention 10,000 people.

He felt that 10,000 people were used to deal with these 200 white horse righteous servants, which was like playing.

"Go ahead.

Cheng Yuanzhi waved his hand slightly, and there was a hint of excitement in his expression.

...... "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious!"

When the slogan of the Yellow Turban sounded all around, Deng Mao had quickly led 10,000 troops and was on the way to Zhao Yun's charge.

Although, the formation seems to be very loose.

However, 10,000 people versus 200

people already have the absolute upper hand in terms of numbers.

"Whew, you really look up to us.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

There is one thing to say.

Leading the army alone, Zhao Yun This is the first time in his life.

And the first time he led the troops alone, he was going to rush 10,000 with 200.

I have to say that this is really a great challenge for Zhao Yun!

It is also a major test for Zhao Yun.

"What should I do, General Zhao, there are at least 10,000 people in this yellow scarf. "

To tell the truth, the two hundred white horse servants behind Zhao Yun are already faintly retreating.

Zhao Si's voice was slightly nervous.

It is true that the white horse is indeed the elite of the world.

However, they are only elites, not gods!

Two hundred against ten thousand, this sounds a bit like looking for death.

"Zhao Si, have you seen it?"

"Although, there are a large number of yellow turbans.

"However, they have three reasons for defeat.

"First, the formation is loose, second, the personnel are complicated, and the combat effectiveness is worrying, and third, you see, most of them still use weapons such as kitchen knives, which are far from our blades.

"With these three points, the Yellow Turban will be defeated. "

Zhao Yun is worthy of being a figure who can be famous through the ages, and this observation is also really terrifying.

In a short period of time, the three major defects of the yellow scarf were revealed.

In short, it is a formation that pulls the hips, the combat strength of the soldiers is uneven, and the weapons and equipment are very poor.

If the same number of people fight, Zhao Yun is sure that he will kill with one charge, and he will kill the same number of yellow turbans.

Now, although there are 10,000 yellow scarves, they only have 200 white horses.

However, Zhao Yun still felt that it was not impossible to fight.

"But they're ten thousand.

"Two hundred against ten thousand. "

General Zhao, ants bite elephants to death."

"Or, think about it again.

Zhao Si shook his head.

Still looking a little timid.

That's not to say that White Horse never works.

In fact, in the face of such a disparity in strength, it is really human nature to have this thought.

After all, not everyone can really face life and death.

"Zhao Si, I have no choice.

"Now, if you are afraid, I can turn a blind eye and let you go."

"But if you dare to run away and mess up the morale of the army when you rush to kill for a while, I will definitely kill you first."

Zhao Yun's words were very resolute.

"General Zhao, don't worry, I followed you to the battlefield, and I didn't think about going back alive.

"Since General Zhao has made up his mind, I should die before General Zhao.

Zhao Si replied almost without the slightest hesitation.

"I am willing to die for General Zhao!" Behind

him, two hundred white horses shouted in unison.

One thing to say, among the white horse righteousness, Zhao Yun still has a bit of prestige.

Especially the two hundred white horse servants personally selected by Zhao Yun this time.

Most of them are Zhao Yun's fellow villagers.

One by one, they are all willing to follow Zhao Yun's footsteps and fight!"

"Then we will fight to the

death!" "Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand!" The sky can be learned, and the white horse is the proof!""Where the righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand! The sky can be learned, and

the white horse is the proof!" "Kill!"

When the slogan of the white horse

resounded in the sky.

Seeing that Zhao Yun took the lead, he rushed straight to the center of the Yellow Turban Army!

"Huh?" "

This white-robed young general has a bit of courage, but it's just looking for death." "

Come on, find a few archers who shoot accurately, and shoot this white-robed young general down for Ben first." "

Shoot, add dinner tonight!" Deng

Mao immediately shouted.

"No. When

the Yellow Turban heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

In the Yellow Turbans, especially among ordinary soldiers, there is perhaps nothing more attractive than a meal.

"General Deng has an order, those who shoot the white-robed young general, add dinner tonight!"

In a short period of time, hundreds of arrows were shot.

It's a pity that Zhao Yun, who was riding a horse all the way, seemed to have eyes.

Not a single arrow could touch Zhao Yun at all.

The arrows that got a little closer were all picked up by Zhao Yun's gentian bright silver spear, and they couldn't get close!

"General Zhao is mighty!"

With Zhao Yun's confidence to rush into battle alone, the two hundred white horses rushed faster.

For a time, although there were only 200 people, they had the pride of galloping thousands of horses.

"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish!"

"Give me the order to go down and give me all the arrows to shoot the enemy."

Deng Mao saw his subordinates' waste-like arrows and was furious on the spot.

So, between the angry voices and the drinking, the eyelids kept beating.

Intuitively, Deng Mao had a faint feeling of something bad in his heart.

However, Deng Mao's anger obviously had a little effect.

In an instant, the yellow scarf under his command no longer spared arrows, and all those who could open their bows and arrows were mercilessly shot towards the two hundred white horses!

There are more and more people who fall to the ground from the white horse.

One, two, three, four... When Zhao Yun arrived in front of the Yellow Turban Army, he looked back and roughly estimated that there were at least thirty people lying down in the two hundred White Horse Righteous Servants.

His eyes were red, and Zhao Yun shouted: "Give me death!"

Gentian Liang Silver Spear swept away, when even three or five yellow turban corpses fell to the ground.

"Kill!"

With Zhao Yun, behind Zhao Yun, a group of white horse servants also arrived.

All of them rushed to kill with anger.

The Yellow Turban Army couldn't defend it, and it was immediately torn open.

In a short period of time, the White Horse Righteous Servant beheaded no less than three per capita!

That is, in a very short period of time, the White Horse Righteous Servant who came up with anger was killed.

It was to kill about 500 Yellow Turban troops.

And this number is still rising.

Of course, the white horse is not a god, and they will also die...