Three Kingdoms: defect to Liu Bei and backhand intercept Mrs. Hu Mi

Chapter 7 The Messenger of Death——The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun
"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for killing the top warrior Zhang Fei and receiving the SS level reward."

"Do you want to get it now?"

The system suddenly rang, causing Lin Fan to immediately stop and then decisively refuse.

"no!!"

After exiting the system space, Lin Fan pointed the spear in his hand and shouted sternly: "Zhang Fei is dead, do you want to continue to resist?"

"Those who resist will be killed without mercy!!"

"Eighteen riders of Yanyun, charge with me!!"

After finishing speaking, he clamped his legs together hard, and the horse galloped out.

Behind him, the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun followed closely like a shadow.

"Whoever stops me will die!!"

Lin Fan took the lead and rushed into the crowd, shouted loudly, and swept out the spear in his hand.

How could these ordinary cavalry resist a sweeping blow with a force of 140 points?

The seven or eight cavalrymen in front of them felt a flash of silver light before their eyes. They had no time to react. Their throats went cold and blood spurted out.

They clearly saw blood gushing out, making frightened 'wow' sounds, and desperately covering their throats with their hands.

But it was all too late.

His vision went dark, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Killing seven or eight people instantly with one blow, this scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of every Xuzhou Cavalry.

They are also considered veterans, but where have they seen such a terrifying enemy?

Several people were tied together and couldn't block Lin Fan's move, so what the hell were they trying to do?

Aren't you going to die if you step forward?
Every time when all the Xuzhou soldiers who witnessed this scene saw Lin Fan charging towards him, they had no desire to resist and turned their horses' heads to avoid him.

For a moment, a clear gap appeared on the battlefield that was particularly eye-catching.

And this gap is Lin Fan's path to charge.

Lin Fan is so brave, Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry will naturally not be outdone.

This was their first battle, so they naturally tried their best.

However, after Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders made sure that Lin Fan was not in danger, 18 people formed a row and rushed out first.

Facing Lin Fan who looked like a murderous god, the Xuzhou cavalry naturally did not dare to step forward.

But facing Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry, how could they be afraid?
A cavalry squad leader glared angrily and shouted: "Brothers, there are only eighteen enemies, and you still dare to attack!"

"We can't kill Lin Fan, so why can't we kill them?"

"on!"

"It's two shoulders and one head. What are you afraid of?"

After saying this, the captain took the lead in charging, followed closely by the more than twenty riders beside him.

"boom!!!"

This group of cavalry collided with Yanyun's eighteen cavalry.

Yanyun Shiba moved.

The scimitar in his hand flashed a dazzling silver light under the sunlight.

These twenty cavalrymen only felt the glare of the sun, and then the breath of death enveloped their bodies.

They didn't have time to react at all, they just felt the silver light approaching, their necks felt cold, and the next moment their heads flew high and rolled to the ground.

Among the heads that fell on the ground, every soldier's face showed fear, fear, regret, and various complex expressions.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, more than twenty war horses were still running, dragging headless corpses one after another.

This strange scene made the Xuzhou cavalry take a breath, and looked at the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry as if they were looking at ghosts.

At the beginning of the war, it was already a devastating situation.

Whether it is Lin Fan or Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry, they are both battlefield killing gods.

These seemingly extremely elite Xuzhou cavalry were no match for them at all.

Liao Hua, who charged in the end, finally understood Lin Fan's arrangement.

Lin Fan just wanted to let all the minions see that the people they feared were as insignificant in front of Lin Fan as they were like chickens and dogs.

Only in this way can these more than 2000 minions who have not been baptized by the cruel battlefield completely forget their fear! !

Well-intentioned ah!
Maybe following Lin Fan can really make a difference in this troubled world.Thinking of this, Liao Hua raised his spear and shouted sternly: "Brothers, the enemy is vulnerable, follow the general to charge and defeat the enemy army!"

"kill!!!"

"Kill kill!!"

The drums beat and the horn of charge sounds.

More than 1000 minions followed Liao Huahua and launched a charge.

At the same time, more than a thousand minions who had been ambushing on both sides of the woods fired arrows together.

Arrows rained down, and countless people fell to the ground.

Screams, begging for mercy, and fighting were all intertwined, making the scene chaotic for a while.

The Xuzhou cavalry, whose morale was extremely low due to Zhang Fei's death in battle, was even more disheartened when they saw that they were surrounded by ambushes.

The battle has just begun, and it has a tendency to come to an end.

Lieutenant General Xu Zhan looked ugly. He wanted to rush forward several times to organize a cavalry charge.

But every time he saw Lin Fan's figure, Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry's sharp edges and the fighting spirit that had just been ignited were extinguished.

"General, we can't hold it anymore, let's leave quickly!"

"I'm afraid if I don't leave"

Before the captain on the side could finish speaking, he started to hesitate, with a look of horror on his face.

"The God of Killing is coming!"

"Go quickly, run for your life!"

"Escape!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he turned his horse's head and headed straight into the crowd regardless of Xu Zhan's loud scolding.

Xu Zhan's face was filled with anger and murderous intent. He was about to order his soldiers to chase and kill the fleeing men, but before he gave the order, he felt a cold murderous intention getting closer and closer.

He looked up and saw Lin Fan, wearing a white shirt and holding a spear, rushing toward him.

Wherever they went, the cavalry in front of them didn't even dare to stop them, they just ran away wildly towards both sides, just like the captain who fled just now.

Occasionally, there were people who resisted, clenching their teeth, but before they even got close to Lin Fan, a black shadow flashed past.

The scimitar drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then the rebels' heads fell to the ground, dead as hell!

Xu Zhan took a breath, his eyes filled with fear.

He wanted to surrender directly, but he was afraid of being too embarrassed.

After all, Lin Fan hasn't arrived yet.

In this moment of hesitation, Lin Fan was already only a few feet away from him.

The terrifying killing intent enveloped his whole body.

The gun shot out like a dragon and was as fast as lightning, approaching Xu Zhan with lightning speed.

He wanted to beg for mercy but suddenly it was difficult for him to even open his mouth.

His whole body was extremely cold, and at this moment he felt that the God of Death was staring at him not far away.

"Don't kill me. Yes."

Before he finished speaking, a silver light flashed in front of his eyes.

"what!!"

Screams rang out, his throat went cold, and blood spurted out from his neck, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Xu Zhan's eyes widened as he looked at the blood spurting from his throat, his eyes filled with deep annoyance.

If he didn't hesitate, didn't show off his strength, didn't show any shame, and simply fell to his knees, how could he have ended up like this?

Fear, annoyance, unwillingness, regret, all kinds of emotions are intertwined and filled in his mind.

But everything is too late.

His vision went dark, and his body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

The mountain wind blew and the smoke dispersed, leaving only a body scattered in the center.

The frightened war horse scurried back and forth in the wind, looking bewildered without its master.

(End of this chapter)