Three Kingdoms: I will return it ten thousand times, my lord, I will never keep it for myself

Just as Zhao Yun was about to reach Yuan Shao's side, the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and a deafening roar came, shaking the dust around and the neighing of the war horses.

"Hey! Ju Wu is here, who dares to hurt my lord!"

After that, a young and heroic general, like a tiger descending from the mountain, led a team of elite cavalry, stepped on the roar of war drums, and rushed in unstoppably. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be torn apart by his heroic spirit.

"Lord! General Ju Yi! The defense line has been assembled in the woods ahead, please go immediately!"

Yuan Shao heard this, his face was as pale as paper, but a trace of unnoticeable determination flashed in his eyes.

As expected, when Yuan Shao led a team of exhausted but still determined remnants and stumbled into the deep and unfathomable woods, an unprecedented sense of security arose spontaneously.

On the other side, the duel between Ju Wu and Zhao Yun has quietly become the most eye-catching focus of this battle. The two men clashed with their spears, and the silver light flashed. They had fought for more than fifty rounds, but they were still evenly matched.

Zhao Yun's spear skills were like a dragon, and every strike carried the momentum of breaking through the air; Ju Wu used defense as offense, and took every step carefully, showing extraordinary martial arts and extraordinary reactions.

Zhao Yun was secretly surprised in his heart. When did the land of Jizhou quietly breed such a brave man? Even the powerful Yan Liang could only barely hold on for dozens of rounds under his spear.

Now the person in front of him, his martial arts were so superb that it seemed to transcend the past.

Zhao Yun waved his silver spear lightly, easily deflecting Ju Wu's fierce attack. As the tip of the spear trembled, he smiled with a barely perceptible smile and said calmly:

"Haha, you have some martial arts skills, boy, who are you?"

Ju Wu snorted coldly, lowered the tip of his spear, and responded in a deep voice with an unyielding flame in his eyes: "Hmph! I am General Ju Yi's brother, Ju Wu!"

Zhao Yun heard this, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with both approval and a bit of amusement in his tone.

"Oh, so you are General Ju Yi's younger brother. I have heard that you are a great spearman and hard to beat. Today, I see that your reputation is well-deserved. However, young hero, although you are brave and strong, you are still immature. You need more experience in spearmanship."

After saying this, Zhao Yun's figure was as fast as lightning, and he used the "Force to Split Huashan" move to strike Ju Wu's head. His momentum was so fierce that it seemed to cut through the sky and hit Ju Wu's head.

Ju Wu's face changed slightly when he saw this, but he was no ordinary person. He raised his spear in a hurry and turned it into a silver barrier to resist this thundering blow.

However, the difference in strength was like a chasm. When the two clashed, there was only a loud "clang" sound, which was deafening, as if metal and stone hit each other, and the air trembled.

Ju Wu only felt an irresistible force coming from the tip of the spear, which made his arms numb and almost let go of his hands holding the spear.

Zhao Yun was quick-witted and took advantage of the moment when Ju Wu's attack was blocked. His spear came out like a dragon, turning into a sharp arc of light, and went straight to Ju Wu's soft spot on the waist. This spear was as fast as lightning and extremely fierce. Before Ju Wu could react, it had penetrated his defense, leaving a shocking blood mark.

Zhao Yun took advantage of the gap and swept his spear towards Ju Wu's waist.

"Puff!" Ju Wu's body stagnated, and he finally failed to resist this fatal blow. His chest was churning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red. The whole person fell off the horse like a kite with a broken string, and looked particularly embarrassed in the dust.

Zhao Yun put away his spear and stood, with respect for his opponent and cherishing his talent in his eyes.

"Haha, Ju Wu, I think you are also a promising talent. You are still young. If you stay in Jizhou, your martial arts will not be improved. Come to Bingzhou. With your ability, the lord will use you."

"Ahem, are you trying to recruit me?"

Ju Wu was lying on the ground in the mud.

Zhao Yun stroked the horse's mane gently, his eyes were deep, and his words were ambiguous.

"As the old saying goes, good birds choose trees to live in, and wise men choose masters to serve. Although Yuan Shao is famous, he is suspicious by nature, and it is not a long-term plan. If you intend to return in the future, with this order, the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry will protect you and lead you to a safe place."

As he said, he took off a heavy token from his waist, threw it casually, and the token drew an arc in the air and landed steadily beside Ju Wu.

"Let's go! Let's go after Yuan Shao!"

Zhao Yun gave an order, and his tone revealed unquestionable determination. He suddenly pulled up the reins, and the horse under his crotch seemed to sense the master's will, and instantly turned around and rushed towards the forest path like an arrow.

When Zhao Yun led his elite cavalry back to the battlefield at lightning speed, he saw that in the deep forest ahead, the halberd soldiers and the vanguard camp had quietly laid a net, with a strict formation and ready to go. The sun shines through the dense tree canopy, scattered in a mottled manner on this quiet and dangerous battlefield.

"Whoa!" Zhao Yun suddenly reined in his horse, the warhorse neighed, the front hooves raised high, in the dust, he stared at the enemy army in front of him who were waiting in battle, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The messenger beside Zhao Yun also began to send signals, and the whole army began to slow down.

The distance between the two armies was less than 200 meters. Zhao Yun looked at Ju Yi who was guarding in front of the battle, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Humph! Yuan Benchu! You are lucky today! You didn't die under my gun!"

Zhao Yun looked at Yuan Shao who was hiding in the back with an unwilling look.

At this time, there was a crowd of people, Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes, and the person who came was Yuan Shao.

A trace of anger flashed in Yuan Shao's eyes. The Yuan family had three officials for four generations, but today he was chased by a young boy and fled.

He asked indignantly, "Can you please leave your name?"

Zhao Yun raised his spear and pointed it at Yuan Shao.

"Hahaha!"

"I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan!"

All the soldiers present fell into silence.

They had heard of the name of the Eight Tigers of Bingzhou, and Zhao Yun was one of them.

Yuan Shao's expression was particularly complicated in the interweaving of light and shadow. He admired Zhao Yun's talent, but also felt an indescribable bitterness and unwillingness.

Zhao Yun, one of the Eight Tigers of Bingzhou! He is really a tiger general! This Liu Yao! How could he recruit so many brave generals!

Thinking of this, Yuan Shao couldn't help but feel a nameless fire in his heart, which burned more and more fiercely.

Such a talent should have been a capable general under Yuan Shao's command, born in the land ruled by Yuan Shao, but he didn't realize it until he turned to his old enemy Liu Yao! This is not only a loss of talent, but also a great irony to Yuan Shao's ability to identify and employ people.

The more Yuan Shao thought about it, the angrier he got.

"Zhao Yun! You are from Changshan, why don't you submit to me! The Yuan family has three officials for four generations! What Liu Yao can give you, I, Yuan Shao, can give you twice as much!"

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