Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Chapter 999

Therefore, under the acceleration of the five hundred cavalry, the distance between the two armies naturally quickly approached.

"Ok?"

"I am Zhang Wenyuan from Yanmen, Hu Lu suffers death!"

Zhang Liao roared, his legs clamped his horse belly, his hands held a yellow dragon hook and sickle, he rushed into the Xianbei cavalry, and started killing.

Sa!

Huanglong hook and sickle swept across the thousands of troops, cutting into the body of the Xianbei cavalry without hindrance, cutting into the body of one Xianbei cavalry, easily drawn out, and then cut into the body of another Xianbei cavalry, all three Xianbei cavalry were hooked by Huanglong The sickle swept across, and as the horse galloped and bumped, the upper bodies of the three people fell to the ground together, trampled by horseshoes to make flesh mud.

Zhang Liao naturally didn't have a good attitude towards the group of thieves who attacked his hometown. All his anger was vented from the Huanglong hook and sickle in his hand. I saw him brandishing a long knife, slashing left and right, the martial arts of the Xianbei cavalry were not worth mentioning in front of him, and they were swept down and wailed.

As a general, Zhang Liao naturally wore heavy armor on his body, so he was not afraid of these Xianbei cavalry's attacks on him. It was just a tickle.

Five hundred iron cavalry followed Zhang Liao, using Zhang Liao as an arrow, like a front arrow inserted into the Xianbei cavalry formation, extremely sharp.

As the two armies fought, the speed of the Xianbei cavalry inevitably slowed down. Thousands of Bianzhou cavalry in the rear also rushed up and rushed into the Xianbei cavalry formation.

"I am Zhang Wenyuan, Yanmen, who dares to fight me?"

Zhang Liao was waving his yellow dragon hook and sickle while shouting his name loudly, with great power. The surrounding Xianbei cavalry dodged in fear, not daring to fight Zhang Liao at all.

Zhang Liao slashed left and right while shouting his name. No one dared to stop him, his eyes swept, and he saw a man standing under the banner, his eyes cold.

"follow me!"

Hundreds of guards followed Zhang Liao's side, rushing forward, and the soldiers pointed at Zonu!

"Little handsome, Zhang Wenyuan, it's Zhang Wenyuan!" The Xianbei cavalry on the side exclaimed.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a Han slave?" Zonu angered.

Having said that, Zhang Liao bravely rushed and killed the scene of blood flowing all the way, and the trio was also terrified. He couldn't help saying, "Go west and avoid it for a while."

"Yes!" Hearing what Zonu said, his subordinates naturally breathed a sigh of relief, and crowded him towards the west.

Zhang Liao led the five hundred iron knights all the way to rush forward, but any obstacle in front of him was chopped in two by the yellow dragon hook and sickle, killing a **** path abruptly, but Zonu was no longer in place.

"Kill out!"

Zhang Liao directly led the five hundred guards to continue the assault all the way forward, and unexpectedly killed him from the army.

"Kill back!"

Zhang Liao and his five hundred guards turned their heads, changed the direction and drove in again. The Xianbei cavalry gathered here were naturally much denser than before, so Zhang Liao was able to show his majesty. The yellow dragon hook and sickle slashed left and right, killing more than ten people one after another. The black heavy armor on his body had been dyed dark red. At the moment, his face also looks fierce and evil, saying that he is an evil spirit killed from hell, I am afraid some people believe.

The Xianbei cavalry's riding and shooting skills are indeed far superior to the Central Plains cavalry, but when it comes to head-on confrontation, the latter is not as good as the former. Although the number of Bingzhou Iron Knights was half of the enemy's army, Zhang Liao's courageous battles made the Bingzhou Iron Knights so energetic that they abruptly suppressed the enemy's momentum.

Zhang Liao kept shouting his name, rushing everywhere, and everywhere he went, there were corpses all over the field, everywhere in chaos.

"Xiaoshuai, or else...or let's retreat? He...he is terrible." The soldier on the side trembled.

"Retired? Retired, how can I explain to you?" Zonu angered. Ke Bi can think of himself very highly, so he has already called himself Shan Yu and ordered all his staff to call him that way.

"Xiaoshuai, Xiaoshuai!" The soldier screamed: "He is here, he is here, Zhang Wenyuan is here to kill!"

"Yanmen Zhang Wenyuan is here, the thief slave will die!"

Zhang Wenyuan rushed forward fiercely, staring at Zonu fiercely like an arrow, almost shooting out.

"Little handsome, let's go?"

"..."

In fact, Zonu's heart began to shake. Zhang Liao seemed to be a devil in his eyes. If he rushed forward, he would be cut into two pieces.

But when I think of Ke Bineng's method, if I run away, it is really better to die than life, maybe my wife and children will be demoted to slaves!

At this moment of dazedness, Zhang Liao had already rushed forward.

"Thief slave! Can you know Zhang Wenyuan from Yanmen!"

With a loud shout, it was like thunder on the ground, Zhang Liao had already rushed forward, and the Huanglong hook and sickle aimed at Zonu and smashed over.

Hum!

Zonu was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his spear to resist, and the two weapon blades slammed into one in an instant, making a sound of gold and iron. The people around only felt a sharp pain in the eardrum, but Zonu almost broke his arms, and a mouthful of blood poured into his throat.

After finally catching the head of the enemy army, Zhang Liao certainly refused to let it go. He used a yellow dragon hook and sickle in his hand to perform 18 martial arts, such as chopping and sweeping, cutting and cutting, and all the martial arts of his life. Feeling the knife wind blowing around my body, my whole body hurts.

Under Zhang Liao’s fierce attack, Zonu was only able to parry but not fight back. The whole person was brought into Zhang Liao’s rhythm, but all of his arms were numb. It's just a dead end.

when!

Zhang Liao pushed upwards forcefully, but Zonu couldn't hold the sword in his hand, and the spear was picked up and flew out by Huanglonggou sickle.

"The thief slave will die!"

Zhang Liao roared, carrying ten percent of his strength with his arms, and the knife smashed down like Pangu was about to separate the world, and fell directly at Zonu's head.

Zonu was shocked, and subconsciously raised his big bow to resist. As Xianbei's commander, the bow and arrow in his hand were naturally iron, which was different from ordinary people. Therefore, Huanglonggou's sickle slashed on the iron bow, marking out a spark, but the iron bow was weak after all, and it was slightly resisted for a while before being chopped into two sections.

However, thanks to such a deflection, the Huanglonggou sickle failed to split Zoru's head with a single blow, but slightly leaned to the side and landed on his shoulder.

"what!"

Zonu let out a tragic cry, and the sharp heavy knife fell on his shoulder without any hindrance, and Zonu's arm was cut off.

The blood was soaking, Zonu almost fainted, but his survival instinct forced him to resist the pain abruptly and turned and rode away.

"Thief slave, where to run!" Zhang Liao was naturally unwilling, and chased after him.