Chapter 690: Dragon's Mighty Force (Part 2)

Seeing Xiahou Rong was confused and didn't know anything.

Xu Huang simply picked up a soldier and asked angrily: "Why are you running away in such a mess? Did you encounter reinforcements from Bashu? Or were you ambushed by Zhao Yun and Ma Chao?"

How could the soldier know? He could only stammer, "The front army... the front army retreated, and we... we followed and ran back... How could we know... how could we know why?"

At this time, Xu Huang couldn't help but be furious.

What's going on? 30,000 troops, didn't know what was going on, just... so humiliated and fled back?

At this time, Xiahou Wei came here panting, saw Xu Huang, and hurriedly said: "General Xu, we can't stay here for long, retreat... retreat——"

"Retreat your mother's skin legs, your father is also a fierce general of my Great Wei, how could you, alas, you can't get up from the rotten mountain——" Xu Huang was so angry that he spoke in the dialect of his hometown in Shanxi.

Li Dian saw this and asked Xiahou Wei, "What? Did the enemy set up an ambush? Did you see it?"

"No... I didn't see it... But... But..." Xiahou Wei answered truthfully: "I saw a Zhao Yun Zhao Zilong at the gate of the Shu army camp... He was standing there alone, there... there..."

Even now when he talked about Zhao Zilong, Xiahou Wei's voice was trembling, trembling violently...

It seemed that the name and the image of the single-handed man had inevitably given rise to endless nightmares in his heart.

"That's it?" Li Dian was a little surprised.

Xiahou Wei was almost terrified, "How did the 60,000 troops of Yangping Pass perish? Didn't they also encounter Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide? I... I don't want to repeat the same mistake!"

Hearing this, Xu Huang couldn't hold it in any longer, and he was so angry that he almost jumped up like a thunder on his horse.

Seeing that the Wei army was still retreating in large numbers, he roared, thrust the flag into the ground, and then drew his saber, which he placed against the forehead of the fleeing soldier, and roared: "The king asked you to attack the Shu army, but now that the enemy is not seen, Zhao Yun alone makes you flee in such a panic? Are you so afraid of the enemy? What's the difference between life and death?"

Immediately, Xu Huang raised his sword and chopped off the Wei army soldier who was originally fleeing in the front.

This scene directly frightened all the Wei army, and even Xiahou Wei was stunned.

According to the fact, the forehead that Xu Huang cut off with this sword was to inform Xiahou Wei, what kind of army are you leading?

Facts have proved that not all of Xiahou Yuan's sons are good at commanding troops and fighting. At least, Xiahou Wei at this age... is far from competent.

"Whoever dares to retreat again, I will behead them all--"

With Xu Huang's words, the entire retreating Wei army stopped. Xiahou Wei was also stunned for a moment before asking: "General Xu, you..."

"There are no soldiers in the Wei Dynasty who are afraid of the enemy, and there are no generals who retreat without fighting!"

At this point, Xu Huang pulled out the military flag stuck in the ground, "Everyone, rein in your horses and turn around, and then attack the enemy's military camp beside the Han River--"

Xu Huang's knife, Xu Huang's domineering and mighty when facing the battle, had a positive impact at this moment.

Together with the soldiers brought by Xu Huang and Li Dian, more than 40,000 cavalrymen galloped towards the Han River again.

"Dongdongdong--"

"Boom boom boom--"

For a while, the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves resounded on the mountain road again. With Xu Huang's encouragement, the Wei army came back again--

...

Over there, the Wei army reined in their horses and turned around.

On this side, in Zhang Yi's vision, he only thought that Zhao Zilong alone scared off tens of thousands of Cao's troops! The Wei army was already fleeing in panic like a lost dog!

Even if he was hiding in the tent, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "General Zilong, it's amazing..."

"In the past, the third general Zhang Yide shouted back millions of Cao's troops at Changbanpo, and today... General Zilong didn't say a word, but he also drove back tens of thousands of Wei's troops! This is a miracle again, General Zilong, you are so heroic..."

"Then... can we escort the wounded to cross the river by boat?" another soldier asked.

But as soon as he said this, he asked in confusion: "Why is it that the enemy has retreated, but General Zilong is still standing at the gate? Why is that?"

Zhang Yi explained: "In the past, at Changbanpo, the three generals roared and drove back a million Cao troops, why did Cao's army catch up quickly? It was because he withdrew his troops and broke the bridge... that aroused Cao Cao's suspicion. General Zilong is brave and resourceful. He must have considered this point, so he remained unmoved!"

After Zhang Yi's explanation, the soldiers suddenly realized and nodded. When they looked at Zhao Yun's back, their eyes were filled with more respect.

Who would have thought that at this moment...

"No!" Zhang Yi suddenly realized something.

He quickly lowered his body and put his ear to the ground. In an instant, the "booming" sound of horse hooves came to his ears along the mountain path.

"Why are you back again?"

Zhang Yi's face became stunned... He was even so nervous that his teeth subconsciously bit his lips tightly, and he dared not breathe out.

Obviously, at this time... Zhao Yun, who was on the periphery, also heard the neighing and horse hoof sounds of "thousands of horses galloping".

However, it was in stark contrast to Zhang Yi's panic and confusion.

Zhao Yun's expression was normal, as if he had expected that the Wei army would turn back.

It was precisely because of this that he was always so calm.

He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him -

Hearing the "booming" sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed slightly and he chanted softly.

"That's right!"

"This is exactly what happened in the story of Yun Bie Zhuan!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun shouted to the quiet and tense camp: "All Shu troops, hide in the tents, each holding a bow and crossbow, pulling the string to the full -"

...

"Brother -"

Ma Yunlu pursed his lips and entered Ma Chao's tent, showing a look of horror.

At this time, Ma Chao was half leaning on the edge of the bed. He seemed to have guessed something, "I heard the sound of horse hooves all over the mountains. Is it the Wei army that is coming back again?"

"Yes..." Ma Yunlu nodded heavily.

It was this answer that made Ma Chao's eyes lowered. He could only look helplessly at the tiger-headed golden spear beside him, but the more he looked, the more powerless he felt.

"General Zilong is going to meet the enemy, right?" Ma Chao asked with a frown.

"Yes!" Ma Yunlu answered truthfully, "General Zilong has already ordered all soldiers to hide in the tent, each holding a bow and crossbow, waiting with full strings--"

Huh...

Ma Yunlu's words could not help but bring Ma Chao back to the past, and back to the story about the Battle of Hanzhong in "Yun Bie Zhuan" that Zhao Yun told him, Zhang Fei, and Huang Zhong.

Among them, there are two most colorful chapters.

One-Dingjun Mountain, Huang Hansheng chopped Xiahou Yuan with a knife!

The other-By the Han River, Zilong broke through the enemy's formation and showed his heroic spirit!

Now it seems that the order of these two stories needs to be changed...

Thinking of this, Ma Chao pointed to his tiger-headed golden spear, "Little sister, this spear is for you, you will help General Zilong on behalf of your brother--"

Listening to his brother's solemn instructions.

Ma Yunlu picked up the tiger-headed golden spear and bit her lip tightly.

"Brother, don't worry--"

"There may be no Ma Yunlu in this military camp, but there should be Zhao Zilong--"

With that, Ma Yunlu walked out of the military tent without looking back, and the tip of the tiger-headed golden spear made a "clang" sound when it rubbed against the ground.

Even the deputy general Ren Kui who was taking care of Ma Chao couldn't help but sigh, "How can the demeanor of Xiliang women be weaker than that of men?"

Just after this sound.

Ma Chao suddenly realized something, "Not right..."

"What?" Ren Kui asked anxiously.

"Ahem..." Ma Chao started to cough, "Quick, go and call back Yunlu..."

"Ah..."

Ren Kui was startled, but Ma Chao quickly explained, "My sister has loved martial arts all her life. Zilong once taught her a set of 86-way back-cart spears. Yunlu is obsessed with it and practices day and night. This is not just a study of martial arts-"

Ren Kui was shocked, "General, what you mean is that Miss Yunlu may have been fascinated by General Zilong!"

Without waiting for Ma Chao to answer, Ren Kui had already chased after her, but what he saw was that Ma Yunlu had already jumped on the horse and rushed towards the place where Zhao Zilong was standing.

…

"Da Da Da-"

"Da Da Da-"

This time, the horses neighed more and the horseshoes sounded more majestically.

Xu Huang, Li Dian, Xiahou Wei, and Xiahou Rong led 40,000 elite cavalry to kill the Shu army's camp.

The dust and smoke trampled by the iron cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the whole land was shaking. Even every Shu soldier hiding in the military tent was in a state of panic.

Xu Huang and Li Dian had already noticed Zhao Yun.

Li Dian was a Confucian general and was still analyzing, "He is alone, but he is calm and composed. He doesn't look like he has no one to rely on. Gongming... be careful!"

"It's just a group of defeated and wounded soldiers, pretending to be mysterious--" Xu Huang's expression was cold, and he repeated: "There is no general in the Wei Dynasty who retreats without fighting. If you are afraid, just watch me rush over--"

As he spoke, Xu Huang winked at the guards beside him.

"Woo woo woo--"

The horn symbolizing the attack had already sounded.

Li Dian couldn't rest assured that Xu Huang would charge alone, so he quickly led the cavalry to charge over.

They were in the lead, so how could Xiahou Wei and Xiahou Rong fall behind?

For a moment, this familiar position, familiar charge, they came again.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun's shadow and the Zhaoye Jade Lion were stretched out by the afterglow of the setting sun. Facing the charge of the Wei army, he sneered, "It's good to come back..."

Five hundred steps!

Three hundred steps!

Two hundred steps!

Just when Xu Huang and the Wei army were only one hundred and fifty steps away from Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun, riding on the Zhaoye Jade Lion, shouted.

"Release the arrows--"

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

"Swish--"

The arrows were shot out from the hands of the nervous soldiers, and the dense arrows pierced through the smoke and shot towards the rushing Wei army.

"Ah..."

"Boom..."

Rows of Wei cavalry were shot and fell to the ground. As soon as the front row fell, the cavalry behind them had no time to rein in their horses and directly hit them. For a moment, the whole row of Wei cavalry was tripped and the entire cavalry formation was in chaos.

"Sure enough, there is an ambush!"

Xu Huang had also witnessed big scenes before. He glanced at the crossbow arrows that were flying towards him and shouted: "Be careful to avoid the crossbow arrows! Be careful to avoid the fallen horses in front..."

Unfortunately... his shout was too late.

Zhao Yun's galloping was almost at the same time as the thousands of arrows were shot. He had already rushed towards the Wei army alone.

One man, one spear, one horse...

Shutting in the dust stirred up by the sound of horse hooves and falling horses, the dust obscured his trace, but could not obscure his cold spear flowers and sharp edge!

"The thief will die——"

Suddenly, in the thick dust, a roar resounded.

Then, the sharp cold light of the gentian silver spear spread all over the place, like a silver-white torrent pouring into the mountain road. The Wei army, which had been attacked by arrows, was instantly killed by him.

In the chaos of the army, Zhao Yun rode the jade lion that illuminated the night, and he stood up...

"Definitely -"

With a deafening roar, he had locked onto the enemy general's location. The word "Xu" on the brilliant military flag seemed to have exposed the enemy general's identity and location.

Then, Long Dan's bright silver spear cleared the way. The Wei army suffered heavy casualties wherever it passed, and almost no one could stop his blow...

Three hundred steps!

Two hundred steps!

One hundred steps!

Zhao Yun quickly approached Xu Huang, and the seven-exploring Panlong spear shot across the enemy's chest and neck. The strange and elegant spear techniques either swept or stabbed, removing the false and retaining the true. Almost every shot was a killing move——

As long as the soldiers of the Wei army were close to each other, their armors were broken and their waists and abdomen were cut open.

He used a silver spear to such an extent that he probed the snake seven times, and all those who passed by it were killed... It was shocking and frightening——

For a moment, no Wei Jun knight dared to step forward within an inch of Zhao Yun. They did not want to fight with this murderous god, they just wanted to go home and find their mother——

…

"Zhao Zilong, die——"

Seeing that Zhao Yun was about to kill the Wei army single-handedly, Xu Huang was so angry that he raised his horse and attacked with his sword.

"唵啷啷啷-"

With the collision of the silver gun and the sword, sparks splashed in all directions, and terrifying sound waves rippled through the smoke.

But in just one round, Xu Huang couldn't help but drive his horse back, and only after a full three steps distance did he stand firm. He was full of shock and said: "Changshan Zhao Zilong, your shooting skills..."

Obviously, Xu Huang had noticed something was wrong.

Because he felt that Zhao Yun's shooting skills were so old! And this is not the point. The point is why his marksmanship accurately targets the flaws in his swordsmanship everywhere!

It was like, it was obviously the first time for him to fight against Zhao Yun, but Zhao Yun seemed to have fought against him countless times and was already familiar with his edicts!

This...isn't right!

Don't wait for Xu Huang to figure it out.

"drink--"

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows with his sword, struck the belly of the Night Jade Lion with his feet, rode his horse like the wind, drew his spear like a dragon, and stabbed at Xu Huang again.

"Clang rang rang..."

Another collision between swords and guns.

But just as Xu Huang was striking a powerful blow, Zhao Yun used an incredible speed to launch a spear, and then a strike that penetrated the thunder——

In the battlefield, sparks burst out, blood and dust blended and fell, and gun shadows tore through the armor. Under the sound of "bang bang" breaking wind, three black holes were drilled out of Xu Huang's left shoulder.

"Ah..." With a wailing cry, he turned over and fell off the horse!

"Xilulu——"

Blood flowed directly from his black hole wound, and the scene was terrifying.

Two moves!

If the first move was a test between the two sides, then two moves defeated the enemy with such combat power... not to mention Li Dian, Xia Houwei, Xia Hourong... even Xu Huang himself was shocked.

In his opinion, even if he faced Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang, he wouldn't lose in two moves, right?

"Those who surrender will not be killed——"

Xu Huang's blood trickled down Zhao Yun's spear tip, and Zhao Yun's voice was always so cold, as if it had been soaked in ice for ten thousand years.

"How could that happen?" Xu Huang was puzzled.

What confused him even more than losing this round was how he could lose in just two rounds.

"There will be a weak point when you swing the first sword vigorously, it is on the left shoulder-" Zhao Yun squinted and said calmly, "This is what Yun Chang taught me-"

While talking...

Twenty years ago, when he was in Xinye City, Jingzhou, the scene where he, Zhao Yun, and Guan Yu were sparring in martial arts, suddenly appeared in front of his mind.

When top warriors such as Zhao Yun and Guan Yu compete, the competition is no longer about winning or losing, but about experience——

"Yun Chang, what do you think of this shot? This is the shot used by my old master Sun Zan when I competed with him in the past...it is also the shot used by Baima Yicong!"

"That's right! No wonder, against those Wuhuan people, they were not defeated!" Guan Yu nodded, but he raised his sword and slashed, and when he raised the sword in his hand, he slashed Huashan with all his strength...

"How about this knife?"

"Powerful and heavy! This is the characteristic of Brother Yun's sword technique. The first three swords are the most important!"

"No!"

Facing Zhao Yun's words, Guan Yu continued to swing his sword while explaining calmly, "This is the sword technique of Xu Huang and Xu Gongming. It cuts Huashan Mountain with force... but it contains many changes. It is much more generous than Guan's three swords! "

Guan Yu and Xu Huang were very familiar with each other. They were from the same hometown, and they were connected by the jujube tree. They practiced martial arts. When they were young... they always competed under the jujube tree.

They competed with each other to practice their strength and competed with each other to practice their skills, so both of them improved their martial arts skills by leaps and bounds.

Zhao Yun knew this, so he sighed: "If you want to defeat Yun Chang's sword skills, you must first avoid the first three swords, and gradually increase the force from the fourth sword. Come to think of it...if I encounter Xu Gongming in the future, I should do the same!" "

Zhao Yun was very confident in what he said. This was his understanding of Xu Huang's sword technique, but it was not correct.

Sure enough, Guan Yu responded directly and meticulously: "No! Xu Gongming's sword skills are different from my Spring and Autumn sword skills. The more he swings his sword skills, the more infinitely varied they become. If they really want to fight together, they will become more and more different." It’s not easy to defeat the enemy... So, if you want to defeat his sword, it’s either the first sword or the last sword!”

Having said this, Guan Yu once again imitated Xu Huang's sword technique and attacked Zhao Yun, "Come, try to break this sword. When I swing the sword, attack someone's left shoulder with a faster speed. This is the only way Xu Huang's sword technique can be broken." The flaw——"

The past is vivid in my mind…

It is precisely because of this, and the exchange of experience between Zhao Yun and Guan Yu, that when Zhao Yun saw Xu Huang's flag, he felt that this battle was a sure win.

"Those who surrender will not be killed--"

Zhao Yun's cold words were chanted again, and the tip of his spear was already against Xu Huang's neck.

"Hmph..."

Who would have thought that Xu Huang would directly meet Zhao Yun's gaze, "There is only the beheaded Xu Huang here, and no Xu Gongming who begged for surrender--"

As he spoke, he was about to collide with Zhao Yun's silver spear.

But at this moment.

"Don't hurt General Xu--"

I saw Li Dian, Xiahou Wei, and Xiahou Rong riding three horses together, and they were already slashing at Zhao Yun with a knife and two spears.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun stood tall, and the tip of his spear moved away from Xu Huang's neck.

His eyes turned to the three enemy generals who were rushing over.

"Just you? Looking for death--"

Zhao Yun's voice was not loud, but the aura he gave people was like a sentence.

——General Changsheng is here!

——Tens of thousands of you bandits are surrounded by my guns!

——Put your guns on the ground and stop your horses. Who else but me?

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…(End of this chapter)