Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

"Stop right there!!"

Accompanying this angry roar, the Night Shining White Steed landed in a vacant area previously created by the volley of arrows from the White Horse义Cong.

This small area became an important foothold for the Night Shining White Steed, and also provided some much-needed acceleration space after it crossed the wall of people.

In the air just now, Zhao Yun had already located Qiuli Ju's position. He pulled the reins, and the Night Shining White Steed galloped forward with all its might.

The Yaijiao Spear in Zhao Yun's hand also seemed to come alive like a swimming dragon, and wherever it passed, the Wuhuan people fell like grass.

There was not… a single enemy who could withstand one blow!

There wasn't even a Wuhuan person who could slightly hinder Zhao Yun, who was filled with rage.

The bravery that many Wuhuan people were once proud of couldn't even allow them to withstand a single sweep of the spear shadow across their vital points.

Fast!

The Night Shining White Steed was fast!

The Yaijiao Spear in Zhao Yun's hand was even faster!

The combination of the two allowed Zhao Yun to break out a bloody path towards Qiuli Ju in a short period of time.

However, this scene, in Qiuli Ju's eyes, aroused unparalleled anger.

Clearly, it was just one person charging into the army formation composed of more than 30,000 Wuhuan people, but it was as if one person was besieging these more than 30,000 Wuhuan people, and he even dared to shout "Stop right there!" at the king?!

"Arrogant!"

Qiuli Ju's face was gloomy, and he felt that his majesty had been repeatedly challenged and crushed.

As the King of Wuhuan, the current master of Wuhuan, being forced to flee north after the Han army infantry broke through the camp had already made Qiuli Ju's position precarious.

Now, even such a Han army white-robed young general dared to yell at the king alone?

Last time, under the city of Ji, with only a few hundred people, facing the pursuit of that Yan man Zhang San, Qiuli Ju fled…

Just now, in the camp, the main tent was breached, the situation was over, and Qiuli Ju had to flee again!

But this time, Qiuli Ju decided not to escape no matter what!

Otherwise, being chased north by a mere person, how could Qiuli Ju still be qualified to lead the Wuhuan tribe, which admired bravery?

Facing Zhao Yun, who was charging towards him from a distance, Qiuli Ju stood on the spot and ordered loudly to his left and right.

"Whoever can take the head of this arrogant Han dog will be rewarded with a thousand gold and a hundred slaves."

Under heavy reward, there must be brave men.

Moreover, Zhao Yun was charging alone into the Wuhuan army formation, as if entering an uninhabited place, but Zhao Yun was only facing ordinary Wuhuan youths without war horses.

The Wuhuan youths' combat power on horseback was still acceptable, but after landing, compared with the Han army infantry, the gap was very large.

Not only were the weapons used by the Wuhuan youths basically spears, scimitars, and bows and arrows, making it difficult to form formations with different weapons like the Han army.

More importantly, the Wuhuan youths were even more sloppy when it came to formations and military formations.

These more than 30,000 Wuhuan youths seemed to be densely packed together, but in reality, they were more like a pile of loose sand. Whether facing the cavalry射射 of the White Horse 义Cong or Zhao Yun's single-rider charge, they were basically fighting on their own, without any cooperation with each other.

More importantly, compared with Zhang Fei's amazing aura and terrifying appearance, Zhao Yun looked like a handsome young general, making it too easy to underestimate Zhao Yun's actual combat power.

Therefore, after Qiuli Ju stated the reward, several Wuhuan warriors immediately responded and charged towards Zhao Yun's direction on their war horses.

One of the Wuhuan warriors was closest to Zhao Yun. His physique looked several times larger than Zhao Yun's from a distance, and even the weapon in his hand was a rare long-handled wolf's tooth club.

"Aseina is here to take the life of the Han dog!"

The long-handled wolf's tooth club almost stirred up a fierce wind as it was swung, enveloping Zhao Yun like a large shadow.

However, facing the siege of the Wuhuan warrior Aseina, Zhao Yun's expression hardly changed. He merely used the Yaijiao Spear to accurately tap the point of force of the long-handled wolf's tooth club, slightly hindering it for a moment.

The next moment, the speed of the Night Shining White Steed suddenly increased, carrying Zhao Yun past the Wuhuan warrior Aseina.

Even when Zhao Yun's figure had swept five steps away, Aseina still maintained that motionless posture, with only one hand instinctively pressing on his neck.

However, how could a wound the size of a gun barrel on the neck continue to extend life with both hands?

A large amount of blood spurted out frantically from Aseina's neck, but it couldn't even stain Zhao Yun's body with some blood. The whole person fell powerlessly on the horse's back.

Aseina's death did not cause a ripple in the huge and chaotic Wuhuan army.

The next Wuhuan warrior had already come towards Zhao Yun, and this Wuhuan warrior had obviously received more Han cultural influence. While charging towards Zhao Yun, he shouted loudly.

"Han general, stop! I am…"

However, responding to this Wuhuan warrior was Zhao Yun's Yaijiao Spear once again killing several people, and a cold arrow shot out like flowing water.

"Puff!"

This arrow hit the Wuhuan warrior's face, the arrow entering the bone for more than three points, directly blocking the words that the Wuhuan warrior had not finished speaking in his throat. He wailed and fell to the ground, and then there was no movement.

At this moment, Zhelou, who was hiding in the crowd and was respected as a "god archer" by many Wuhuan tribes, took advantage of the moment when Zhao Yun shot the arrow, and instantly pulled the strong bow in his hand to the full.

An arrow flew towards Zhao Yun's direction like a shooting star.

However, in such a chaotic battlefield, Zhao Yun's ears moved slightly, and he almost instantly distinguished the sound of the bowstring and the sound of the arrow breaking through the air.

Before his consciousness could react, Zhao Yun lay down on the horse's back, and then grabbed the arrow that brushed past his eyes with his bare hands.

How is this possible?

Zhelou's face changed drastically, as if he had seen something incredible.

Catching arrows with bare hands?

If it was an arrow shot by an ordinary Wuhuan youth, Zhelou felt that he still had some chance of success in a calm and quiet environment.

But this was an abnormally noisy battlefield. It was already as difficult as climbing to the sky to distinguish the sound of the arrow breaking through the air, let alone catching the arrow so accurately with bare hands.

However, before Zhelou could recover from this scene, Zhao Yun, who had grabbed the arrow with his bare hands, stood up from the horse's back, and at the same time, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow without looking back, and shot the arrow back along the original path.

"Puff!"

When Zhelou reacted to this arrow, it had already been inserted into Zhelou's throat.

This made Zhelou open his mouth to say something, but all that spewed out of his mouth was blood. Only the eyes that stared at Zhao Yun were still filled with shock and incomprehension.

Throughout the entire process, Zhao Yun, who was watching in all directions and listening to all directions, did not even give a ray of afterglow to glance at Zhelou.

At the moment when the arrow was shot, Zhao Yun had a strong premonition in his heart that he would hit!

Therefore, Zhao Yun, whose spirit was tense to the extreme, naturally would not waste a trace of energy on Zhelou.

Moreover, at this moment, Zhao Yun felt that his whole person seemed to be getting more and more excited. Many things that he felt might be slightly difficult to do in the past felt so simple at this moment.

Clearly, Zhao Yun was charging into the formation with the belief that he would die, but when he was truly deep in the enemy's formation, Zhao Yun felt the anger in his chest burning more and more vigorously, and only one belief filled his mind:

[Take the head of Qiuli Ju to comfort the many Han people in Youzhou who have suffered, and also to live up to the trust of Mr. Zikun.]

The light in Zhao Yun's eyes became more condensed. Two more Wuhuan warriors, who seemed to be twin brothers, attacked tacitly from the left and right, and these twin brothers shouted in unison.

"Han dog, I am…"

The next moment, before the twin brothers could finish speaking, the Yaijiao Spear in Zhao Yun's hand enveloped the twin brothers at the same time for a moment, causing the rough voices to stop abruptly.

The Night Shining White Steed passed through between the two twin brothers, and Zhao Yun's calm voice slowly drifted into their dying consciousness.

"Those who block me die, that's all."

This unstoppable charge, and even several Wuhuan warriors who were quite famous in the Wuhuan tribe died in Zhao Yun's hands one after another, which also aroused the fear of the other Wuhuan warriors.

However, Zhao Yun's thin figure, going against the current in the midst of thousands of troops and horses, seemed as if he could be crushed with just a little force.

In addition, the promise made by "Wuhuan King" Qiuli Ju made it difficult for many Wuhuan warriors to suppress the thoughts in their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a Han Chinese."

"Let's go together, kill this Han dog first, and it doesn't matter if we divide the reward from the Wuhuan King together."

"Don't be afraid, let's go together. This Han dog is charging so much, his strength will definitely be difficult to sustain…"

…

Immediately, almost a dozen Wuhuan warriors surrounded Zhao Yun one after another.

However, in Zhao Yun's eyes, it was really difficult to detect the difference between the martial power of these Wuhuan warriors and the martial power of ordinary Wuhuan youths.

None of them were a match for one blow, making it really difficult for Zhao Yun to distinguish the difference.

Even these Wuhuan warriors who came through the formation on horseback, in Zhao Yun's eyes, were actively opening up roads for himself in the crowded Wuhuan army.

Therefore, what Zhao Yun did was to casually take the lives of the Wuhuan warriors who came to his door, and then pass them by, continuing to break through along the roads that the other Wuhuan soldiers had made way for the Wuhuan warriors.

Can't stop it!

Can't stop it at all!!!

Originally, in the eyes of countless Wuhuan people, Zhao Yun's suicide-like behavior should have chopped this white-robed young general into meat sauce within a few breaths.

Refusing to give up, Zhao Yun charged towards Qiuli Ju's direction for over a hundred paces, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks. No one could withstand a single exchange against Zhao Yun's spear.

Countless Wuhuan soldiers watched Zhao Yun, who moved through their lines as if walking on flat ground, and their hearts filled with awe and fear.

The idea of taking an enemy general's head from amidst a vast army as easily as reaching into a bag to retrieve something had seemingly materialized before their very eyes.

At that moment, Zhao Yun, charging alone into the enemy formation, had become the sole protagonist on the entire battlefield. Behind Zhao Yun lay piles of corpses, and the entire Wuhuan army was thrown into chaos. (End of Chapter)