Chapter 2508 Entrustment

puff!

There was a flash of blood on the hillside, and the bald man was shot.

As Zhao Yun said, the journey is easy, but the journey is extremely melancholy.

After all, he is the generalissimo of an army, and there are 200,000 troops in front.

In such a situation, he was single-handedly sent to hell.

"good."

When the Xuanjia soldiers saw this, they were extremely excited, and their shouts shook the heaven and the earth.

He is worthy of being the leader of the martial arts alliance, and worthy of being the civil and military champion of the Tang Dynasty. He is as brave as a heavenly soldier and a general, and he actually killed the commander of the rebel army.

"The Marshal is dead?"

The rebel's eyes stood out in disbelief as he stared blankly at the hillside.

Compared to the excitement of the Xuanjia Army, their heads were buzzing as if they had been struck by lightning.

Did you agree to fight only the elites of the Tang Dynasty? Why did he die?

Is the man named Zhao the reincarnation of the God of War? So outrageous?

war!

On the bloody battlefield, there was an overwhelming roar.

That was the roar from the soul of the Xuanjia Army, with fighting intent burning like fire.

From the day they guarded Jiangzhou, they launched their first counterattack.

withdraw!

On the hillside, there was also a roar, coming from the rebel lieutenant general.

When it was over, he was chopped down and beheaded by Zhao Yun's sword.

However, his roar spread across the battlefield like thunder.

Without his order, the rebels retreated in large numbers as if the tide was ebbing.

kill!

The Xuanjia Army pressed forward immediately, and everyone was very brave.

On the other hand, the rebels' morale was low, and they were losing their armor in droves.

A full-scale army charge, a full-scale rout, and the battle situation was instantly reversed.

puff!

ah!

Still on that hillside, Zhao Yun's bloody killings did not stop.

Capture the thief and the king, kill the marshal, and the deputy general, kill the deputy general, and all the commanders. He only picked officials to deal with them.

In a short time, this group of rebels was cut down by him without any leader.

If the Chinese army's tent is overrun, it will be easier to fight.

The Xuanjia soldiers are so powerful that they can fight like a horse.

Everywhere they killed was littered with corpses.

The cry of killing gradually disappeared without knowing when.

It was not until night fell that the battle came to an end temporarily.

The Xuanjia Army won a complete victory, killing more than half of the enemy and seizing countless supplies.

The tragedy was that the rebels were chased for more than three hundred miles and fled south in a hurry.

"Clean the battlefield quickly."

Under the moonlit night, screams like these come and go.

Everywhere you can see Xuanjia soldiers supporting each other.

The rebels suffered heavy casualties, and so did his Xuanjia Army.

In a corner of the battlefield, Zhao Yun walked slowly, looking all the way.

How is his condition? His breath is sluggish and his face is pale. Until now, there is blood flowing from the corner of his mouth from time to time. That's right. This is war, not a fight alone. No matter how powerful his internal strength is and how vigorous his blood is, It's a miracle that I can still stand here when I'm exhausted.

"grown ups."

When seeing him, the soldiers would salute from afar, expressing gratitude and awe.

It's been three months, and they didn't wait for the reinforcements, but they did wait for the civil and military champions.

But he alone is worth thousands of troops.

Without him today, the Xuanjia Army would have been completely wiped out.

If Jiangzhou City falls, it will be a catastrophe.

"Don't pay attention to me."

Zhao Yun waved his hand gently and continued to patrol the battlefield.

He had already seen the cruelty of war in Qishan.

But the scale of this battle and the brutality of the battle were far greater than that night.

This is just the boundary of Jiangzhou. The other territories will surely be filled with blood.

"Master Zhao." A soldier hurried over.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yun closed his eyes and put away the Qinghong Sword.

"Marshal is dying and wants to see you." the soldier said urgently.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense and immediately took steps, his body like the wind.

The large tent of the Chinese army was full of figures, mostly the commanders of the Xuanjia army.

Marshal Xuan Jia was there, lying helplessly on the hospital bed. There were blood all over his body, especially the wound on his chest, which was the most serious and the blood was flowing non-stop.

When Zhao Yun came, his eyes were already distracted.

It wasn't until he met Zhao Yun that he managed to shine a light. ??

"General."

Zhao Yun stepped forward and used force to instill internal strength.

It's a pity that the injury was too serious, and even he could not recover.

"Don't waste your inner strength anymore." Marshal Xuanjia smiled tiredly.

As he spoke, he also took the tiger talisman and stuffed it tremblingly into Zhao Yun's hand.

"I can't do it anymore, so I will leave the Xuanjia Army to my little friend."

"General, this is impossible." Zhao Yun hurriedly pushed back.

"You are a born handsome man. I hope you will lead the Tang Dynasty Xuanjia Army to put down the rebellion and restore peace to the world." Marshal Xuanjia held Zhao Yun's hand tightly and refused to let go for a long time even if his tone gradually weakened.

He was waiting for Zhao Yun to nod, otherwise, he would die in peace.

The last glimmer of light in his eyes was for Zhao Yun.

He firmly believed that the young man in front of him would become the powerful king of the Tang Dynasty. He would be the marshal who protected the country given to the Tang Dynasty by God and the gods.

"good."

Zhao Yun's words were sonorous and powerful, and he finally accepted the tiger talisman.

At this point, Marshal Xuanjia's hand slowly dropped.

He left peacefully, but he didn't want to leave his comrades.

Other than that, it's a pity.

As a soldier, he fell into battle to kill the enemy

on the way.

He hopes that the world will be peaceful, but he can't wait for that day.

"marshal."

The commander of the tent knelt down and burst into tears.

Damn war! How many soldiers need to be buried in a foreign country?

In the dim night, a fire broke out on the bloody battlefield.

Marshal Xuan Jia was cremated. This was his last wish before he left. Even if he died, his ashes would be scattered on the battlefield. Even if he turned into a lonely ghost, he would still guard the Tang Dynasty.

That night,

The Xuanjia soldiers who were still alive all withdrew into Jiangzhou City.

Except for the disabled, no one was idle, and everyone was strengthening the defense.

Although the rebels were defeated, their secrets still existed and they would come back at any time.

At night, the cold wind howled.

The black armor battle flags inserted on the city wall roared in the wind.

Zhao Yun is like a monument, standing beside the flag, quietly looking to the south.

The tiger talisman is held in his hand. It is not only a token to mobilize troops, but also a responsibility and mission. Taking this talisman means accepting the entrustment of Marshal Xuanjia. He needs to guard here. In the city.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

Accompanied by the flying battle flags, a shout resounded through the quiet night.

Looking outside the city, there are war horses galloping and bloody dust flying.

Obviously, they had experienced a fight not long ago.

It's long overdue.

It's not that they are not fast enough, but that the war on all sides is urgent.

Among the self-reinforcement troops, Zhao Yun vaguely saw a familiar figure.

Nai Mingyu, an old and apprentice, was deprived of his martial arts by the old sword master that night, and actually joined the military camp. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, and he is a man.

Buzz!

The city gates were wide open, and the two armies were united into one place, numbering as many as one hundred thousand.

And Zhao Yun, holding the military talisman, is the commander of this army of 100,000.

No one doubted him, Zhao Zilong's reputation had already spread throughout the world.