The Shuhan Empire of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 119 Zhao Yun Is Still a Legend ([-])

Zhao Yun is still a legend ([-])

"I am Zhao Yun. When the emperor of the Han Dynasty marched in person, you will not get out of the way." Zhao Yun ran before the formation with a gun and shouted at Wei Jun.Although I don't know why Wei Jun had the courage to block the way of his own army with [-] soldiers, but he still can't take it lightly;

Although Zhao Yun is more than sixty years old, his voice is still high-pitched; and the word Zhao Yun is like a cold needle that can pierce people's hearts, spreading in the Wei army's formation; there are many tribes who do not want to follow Hande Stopping the Han army here, and hearing Zhao Yun's name at this time, the intention to retreat became stronger.

When he was growing up in Banpo, Cao Cao assisted Zhao Yun to achieve his fame in this life, but today he used it as the sharp blade of the Shu Han. Not everyone can do it seven times out of a million troops. Although it is already sixty today, the Wei army is still It still has its prestige, but this prestige is paved with bones.

"Haha, Zhao Zilong, you are not hiding in Chengdu for retirement, but you dare to go to the battlefield and lead [-] cavalry as the vanguard of the army. Is it true that you have no one in Shu Han? Not everyone can take on the vanguard, so give me your head today! De has contributed to me, your Zhao Yun's head is still valuable in Wei!" Han De obviously didn't fear like the soldiers behind him, but faced Zhao Yun who was already in his [-]s.

"Could it be that you are the only one who can be the vanguard! It's just that you, the vanguard of the Wei Kingdom, are nothing more than a pile of rotten meat in my eyes." Zhao Yun shouted at Hande, with a sarcasm on his face.

"Father, Zhao Zilong is too presumptuous, let the child meet him," the young general Yueyue, who was standing next to Han De, pleaded for his life.

"Ying'er be careful, Zhao Zilong is not an ordinary person," Han De reminded;

In the blink of an eye, Han Ying rushed between the two armies, reining in his horse and standing up!The tiger stared straight at Zhao Yun, the black Dawan horse was majestic, wrapped in black armor like a bloodthirsty demon lord, the pitch-black spear was piercingly cold, with the unique face of the Qiang people, Han Ying pointed the spear at Zhao Yun; "Zhao Zilong, Mr. I am Han Ying, the son of Han De, dare to fight me! If you don’t dare, stay in Chengdu and don’t come to this place in Guanzhong again, haha,,,”

"General, I would like to fight that guy Han Ying." In the Shuhan army, a small colonel stood up with a spear and asked Zhao Yun for his life;
Looking at Zhao Yun, there were waves in his eyes. Facing the sixty-year-old Shu Han five tiger generals beside him, the small school felt very uncomfortable. How could Hanshi bear it.

After saying "I'll go", Zhao Yun rushed towards Han Ying on his white horse, leaving behind the little school who was pleading for his life.

"It's been nearly a thousand years. I didn't expect Wei Guo to have only a tongue-tied generation like you." Zhao Yun shouted, following the momentum of the horse into Han Ying's ears.The first scorching of guns and guns!
The ear-piercing sound spread throughout the formation of the two armies. After one move, Zhao Yun showed a sarcasm on his face, as if the Han Ying in front of him was as unbearable as the rotten meat he just said.

Han Ying's spear stabbed at him again, with a ferocious expression on his face, pointing directly at Zhao Yun's heart; at this moment, the battlefield was one white and one black, and Han Ying's black was inversely proportional to Zhao Yun's white, no matter how much black represented Deep, but still unable to change the situation on the battlefield, Han Ying's shot aimed at Zhao Yun's heart did not penetrate, on the contrary, Han Ying was hunted and killed by Zhao Yun on the spot.

Although Han Ying's spear is powerful, to Zhao Yun, it is just like a flashback, and there is no need to stay; think about Han Ying who was clamoring for Han Ying on the battlefield just now. Meat, Wei Junjun booed everywhere.

"Brother", before Han De could make arrangements in the future, another general beside him rushed towards Zhao Yun with a face full of anger.

"Second brother, I'll help you" another general rushed out!
"Third brother, and me" rushed out again.

It turned out that Han De had four sons, all of whom were proficient in martial arts, and were excellent at bow and horse: the eldest son Han Ying, the second son Han Yao, the third son Han Qiong, and the fourth son Han Qi.And this time, Han De also brought them out, ready to hone them, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the eldest son, Han Ying, would become a rotten meat in Zhao Yun's mouth.

"Come back, come back to me" Han De shouted, but how can the shot arrow catch it back, you can only take it back when it exhausts its last bit of strength and freezes there. Blood, whether meritorious service.

The second son, Han Yao, was carrying a big sword; the third son, Han Qiong, was holding a Fangtian painted halberd;

Han Yao raised her saber and slashed at Zhao Yun, followed by Han Qiong's Fangtian painted halberd, while Han Qi put down the sun and moon saber, pulled out the bow and crossbow on the saddle, and aimed at Zhao Yun.

Facing the joint attack of Han Yao and Han Qiong, although they looked very similar, they might be able to take down many people, but their target was Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, who turned around and slashed his spear horizontally, firmly catching Er Han's attack. Combined attack.

"Arrow in the back, be careful, general!" At this moment, an indignant cry came from the Han army formation, and the junior officer who had just pleaded for orders rushed out, ready to provide Zhao Yun with a helping hand.

However, the dark arrows spread faster than Xiaoxiao's voice. Zhao Yun, who had just been flanked by Er Han, clamped the horse's belly, pressed the horse sideways, and the dark arrows flew past his head.

Han Qi was preparing for the second arrow, but Zhao Yun stood up with the strength of his horse; Er Han's sword and halberd also approached at this time, Zhao Yun swung his spear, forcing Han Yao away, and rode straight towards the bow and arrow. Han Qi stabbed at him, Han Yao's arrow was already on Hyun, and the bow was drawn Man Hyun,,,

The hand has been released, and the arrow has been shot, but it is still Han Yao who fell on the ground, and Zhao Yun is still on the horse.

It turned out that when Han Qi let go of the bow and finished his last archery, Zhao Yun's gun head had already entered Han Qi's body with the help of Ma Jin, but the arrow that Han Qi let go of was shot down the moment it approached Zhao Yun's chest. Zhao Yun caught it with his left hand.

"Back back!" Zhao Yun yelled at the little school who had just rushed up; because he didn't need any assistance at the moment, Er Han was just a clown in his eyes, making the last struggle.

The moment Han Qi fell to the ground, the bow in his hand was snatched by Zhao Yun, and he opened the bow and set an arrow; after completing Han Qi's move just now, but this time the target was not himself, but Han De's second son Han Yao.

Zhao Yun shot very quickly. The moment the arrow left the bow, he immediately abandoned the bow and crossbow, continued to swing the spear, and greeted Erhan.

Seeing that Han Qi was killed, Han Yao and Han Qiong rushed towards Zhao Yun like crazy, but they didn't notice that Zhao Yun was ready to draw his bow and shoot an arrow. Zhao Yun turned around, but the arrow had already flown out. Only seven steps away, before Han Yao had time to react, the arrow had already passed through his larynx.

(End of this chapter)