Three Kingdoms: Starting God Level Training System

022 Strikes against Wuhuan and wins a big victory (seeking evaluation for flowers)

The small faces of a few Han women in Wang’s account emerged from the gap, looking into the distance, their eyes full of expectation.

Qiu Liju had just finished shouting, only to hear a burst of exclamation.

Thunder-like horseshoes came from the side of the camp again.

Qiu Liju was shocked, “How is it possible? Why are they so fast?”

Zhao Yun’s white horse Yicong was like a ghost. After turning a large arc, he turned to the side of Daying and sprinted to a high speed with a very short distance.

Arrow rain struck, and the Wuhuan cavalry who had just mounted on the side fell another group.

After several rounds of arrow rain, Bai Mayi had already pierced from the tip of the short spear.

“Guard the king’s account! Guard the king’s account! Don’t let them attack the king!” shouts came from among the Wuhuan people.

At this time, Bai Ma Yicong was only a few hundred meters away from Qiu Liju’s king’s account.

However, at this distance, all of them were Qiu Liju’s relatives, Iron Guards.

It can be said to be the most elite team among the entire Wuhuan tribe.

Although these iron guards were rushing to meet the enemy, they responded quickly, and calmly bowed their bows and fired in the direction of Bai Ma Yicong.

For the first time in the six hundred white horses, someone fell off the horse.

Although there were not many people falling off the horse, and immediately turned over and drew a short knife to fight on the spot, Zhao Yun’s eyes were still wide open.

“White horse righteous! Follow me to the king’s account! Cut the bill!”

“Chong the king’s account! Cut the bill!”

Bai Ma Yicong roared almost at the same time.

Zhao Yun took the lead, and the gentian spear flew up and down.

Every time the cold light from the tip of the gun trembles, it takes the life of an Iron Guard.

The spear is not far from the heart of the throat, like a dragonfly, and it will leave after being pierced.

Behind Zhao Yun, the eighteen horses lined up in the shape of a geese, following them.

Zhao Yun, like the sharpest spear tip in the world, pierced the sharpest Wuhuan Tiewei by himself.

When approaching Wangzhang, Wuhuan Tiewei even counted his horses side by side, trying to block Zhao Yun with his flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, the body of flesh and blood cannot stop Zhao Yun.

The gentian shining silver gun trembles like a blossoming pear flower.

The silhouettes of seven or eight iron guards were directly picked up and dropped far away.

Qiu Liju didn’t have the courage of Wuhuan Shanyu at this time.

Everything in front of me is so unbelievable.

The Wuhuan camp, which had nearly 20,000 people, and the two thousand most elite Wuhuan Iron Guards, were directly pierced by this team.

At this time, the little boss who was gifted to death by Qiu Liju hadn’t died yet, and before he died, he showed a look of schadenfreude.

Qiu Liju turned his horse’s head and ran to the north.

At this moment, Zhao Yun rode his horse and galloped wildly, almost flying past King Wuhuan’s account, piercing Qiu Liju’s back with a spear in his hand.

Several small heads stretched out from Wang Zhang, his eyes filled with disbelief.

When Qiu Liju was pierced by the gentian shining silver spear and flew to the ground, the faces of several Han women were full of tears.

But this time, it was no longer tears of humiliation and pain, but tears of joy and surprise.

Zhao Yun killed Qiu Liju, dismounted to draw a knife, cut off Qiu Liju’s head, and picked it on the tip of the gun.

Then Zhao Yun turned on his horse, raised the gentian bright silver spear in his hand, and shouted.

“Shan Yu is dead!”

Bai Ma Yicong, who rushed over after Zhao Yun, also shouted loudly, “Shan Yu is dead!”

Soon, another soldier cut off the king’s flag, which was more than two feet high outside the king’s tent.

As soon as Wang Qi fell, the Wuhuan people heard Baima Yicong’s shout again, and they suddenly panicked.

The leaders of some tribes tried to gather their cavalry, but the whole Wuhuan camp has become a mess.

The Wuhuan people have lost their fighting spirit, only a few pieces are still resisting, and the rest are retreating further north.

At this time, he took a few pros and followed Tian Chou on the White Wolf Mountain. Sun Yi shook his head, “The show is over.”

The Wuhuan people had been destroyed, and they couldn’t organize effective resistance at all.

The next thing is to chase and kill the rout soldiers.

For Baima Yicong, with more than twice the mobility of ordinary elite cavalry, the most suitable thing to do is to hunt down.

The specific number of beheads that can be killed depends on how many people Bai Ma Yi cuts from the sword in our hands and then wears the sharp edge.

“Hey, it seems that we have to build a batch of better quality steel knives in the future.”

Public After Sun Yi finished speaking, Tian Chou next to him looked dazed.

The lord’s thought jumped too fast, and he couldn’t keep up.

Why did you switch to building steel knives?

Tian Chou was still shaking all over at this time.

Tian Chou also fought the war.

Before in Xu Wuzhai, he fought back and forth with the Black Mountain thief.

Now it seems that the one you fought before was not called a war at all, and it was called a weapon fight if you were holding it to death.

With more than 20,000 Wuhuan cavalry, the Wuhuan King’s account surrounded by strong defenses and elites was beaten directly by Zhao Yun and Baima Yicong.

Wuhuan was killed on the spot, and General Zhao’s heads were picked on the tip of a gun to demonstrate.

“Okay, Zitai, don’t be in a daze, let me visit Wuhuan Camp below and feel the taste of victory.” Gong Sun Yi said with a smile.

After about two hours, Zhao Yun’s Bai Mayi returned to Wuhuan Camp from here.

Almost all the white horses were all covered with blood.

It’s just that the blood is not from his own body, it’s all from the enemy’s blood.

On Zhao Yun’s silver spear, in addition to Qiu Liju’s head, there were a few more heads. *