Three Kingdoms

"Buzz!"

Zhao Yun grabbed a spear with his hand, turned the head of the spear and threw it forward!

One of the more than ten Southern Huns soldiers who were holding shields in front and preparing to move forward was stabbed in the chest and abdomen by a spear. He screamed "ah", his shield and sword fell to the ground, and he fell to the sky. rolled down.

Behind the formation of the Southern Huns, there were still many Huns crowded together. Seeing such a situation, they couldn't help shouting again, and some were waving swords and guns, but they did not dare to move too far forward.

One is that the mountain road is narrow. Even if they join the battle group, it will still be useless. They can neither help nor block the little moving space in front; on the other hand, as time goes by, the bowstrings of the Southern Huns It gradually became weak due to dampness, and the tail feathers of the arrow were also wet and stuck together, making it heavy. Even if it was barely fired, it would be twisted and ineffective.

They also tried to use war horses to break into the formation before, trying to use the injured war horses to rush into Zhao Yun's formation at the ruined military stronghold, but it was almost useless...

It cannot be said that there was nothing at all, but when the Southern Huns drove their war horses up, one of them had to go uphill, and the horses could not get up quickly. Then the first few horses were shot by Zhao Yun's powerful crossbows. When they fell, they tripped up the following war horses. Only two or three were lucky enough to rush up to the front of the military stronghold. Zhao Yun and others also gave way to both sides, and the Southern Huns' war horses gave way along the middle. They followed the route and escaped happily. When the Huns tried to follow, Zhao Yun and his men gathered up their formation again.

Although the war horse is humane, it is still an animal after all, so it follows the instinct of an animal. Unless Zhao Yun and others intentionally stop it, it will not take the initiative to hit the tip of the knife or spear, so the Southern Huns tried it once or twice After that, I gave up this unrealistic plan and just used people to attack forward, exchanging human lives for human lives. It may not be impossible to fill the gap!

Strictly speaking, this is indeed the case, but the question is, how many lives must be filled, and whose lives should be used to fill them?

Although the Southern Huns believe in the Immortal Heaven and have the traditional custom of being brave and fearless of death on the battlefield, it does not mean that they can bury their own lives without value...

Especially after Zhao Yun yelled "General Zhengxi is coming", many Huns were muttering in their hearts, so what if they broke through the line of defense in front of them?

Although there are no cliffs or rapids around the rugged mountain roads, you have to walk on horseback after all, so there are not many roads that can be taken. Even if you want to get around Zhao Yun, it is not easy. ?

On such a mountain road, at most three horses can run parallel. So there was no need to think about horse fighting. Although both sides were cavalry, they all dismounted and fought on foot. Depending on the mountain, they could barely open up a small front. So from the beginning, the two sides entered into the most brutal hand-to-hand combat. Fight.

And Zhao Yun was undoubtedly the sharpest sword of the Zhengxi soldiers. After stabbing more than ten Southern Huns scouts, he basically did not retreat from the front line. Even after retracting the array and regaining his breath, he quickly stood up again. At the front of the array.

Zhao Yun's spear is like a wandering dragon, and like a poisonous snake. With every blow, a flower of blood will bloom. On rare occasions, it will even drop the weapons dropped by the Southern Huns. He lifted it up and threw it with ease, as if he could do it well with his eyes closed.

Hu Chuquan waved his sword and shouted for people to come forward to kill him. However, he knew his own weight, so he did not dare to rush forward to face Zhao Yun's spear. In addition, the Southern Huns were being hunted down all the way. , fled all the way, but the momentum of the two went was much different. There was chaos and shouting, but not many people were bravely moving forward.

Shanlan began to stir up gradually, blowing the white mist into the air, like a light gauze and thin brocade, flowing left and right around Zhao Yun's body, entwining around Zhao Yun's dancing spear, and from time to time, the gun tip was fluttering. The delicate blood flowers blooming underneath, as if in front of Zhao Yun, even the killing becomes colorful. Every step forward and backward, left and right, is filled with the indescribable beauty of power and speed... …

As this wave of last Southern Huns covered their necks and fell to their knees with a groan, Zhao Yun gently shook the blood on the red tassel, and the bright blood beads spread out in a fan shape and fell on the ground. , mixed with the blood originally flowing on the ground.

A ray of sunlight penetrated the mist in the mountains and fell down, shining between the two armies and also on Zhao Yun. The blood stained not only did not make Zhao Yun look sloppy and embarrassed, but on the contrary, it was because of the bright red color or the The deep red or black-red color makes Zhao Yun look more vivid and lively, just like the originally gray statue became animated in the blink of an eye.

"Come on! Rush up!" Hu Chuquan shouted at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers of the Southern Huns were sobbing and moving, but those who pushed me did not dare to move forward.

Zhao Yun pointed his spear forward, and the sharp tip of the spear was bathed in the sun, shining with a dazzling brilliance, which made the Southern Huns soldiers dare not look directly at it.

I saw the tip of Zhao Yun's spear pointing to the left. The Southern Huns soldier on the left subconsciously took half a step back and pointed to the right. The same thing happened to the Hun soldiers on the right. They also shrunk their bodies as if they had been stabbed. move back……

Zhao Yun suddenly laughed, with a slightly honest round face showing an expression like that of the brother next door looking at the naughty child in front of him, but what he said pierced Hu Chuquan's heart like a knife: "Surrender quickly and spare your life! Only the first culprit will be killed, and the rest will be spared!"

"Don't listen to him!" Hu Chuquan shouted, "There are many of us! Go up and kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strange laughter coming from the mountain road behind Zhao Yun...

"Uh-kah-kah... Zilong, I'm here too!"

The sound buzzed, shaking the rocks and sand on the mountain. A group of figures appeared at the bend of the mountain road, and the tall and burly Wei Du rushed to the front.

Wei Du originally did not know how to ride a horse, but unlike other princes, the cavalry under his command in Zhengxi accounted for a considerable number, almost more than half. Therefore, not being able to ride a horse became an unspeakable pain in Wei Du's heart, especially since he was so big. It's so big that if you ride on an ordinary Bingzhou horse, your feet will almost hit the ground. It's really awkward.

Fortunately, Li Ru and others under Zhengxi's command later joined in, and some Xiliang horses were added, which were more than half a head taller than the Bingzhou horses. Only then did Wei Du find a suitable mount. After some hard training, riding a horse was quite good. It's almost done, but what about a horse fight? Haha, I still don't have to think about it.

However, this is somewhat more convenient. For example, just like this time, after receiving the prisoners of Zhao Yun's soldiers and confirming that the one coming was Huchuquan, the capital of Wei fought with Taishi Ci to get this task. Fortunately, I can already ride a horse and can catch up, otherwise I would definitely not be able to grab it...

Wei Du was wearing inner armor and holding a sword in his hand, riding a horse. There was another horse tied behind the horse, but it was supporting the heavy armor of the heavy infantry. Including Wei Du, there were five people behind him. All ten heavy infantrymen were like this.

You must know that even when prices have not collapsed, one stone of rice is about three to four hundred yuan, and a suit of armor is already nearly ten thousand yuan. If it is better made, it can easily cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, let alone At a time when commodity prices have skyrocketed to ten or twenty times, a fine piece of armor is worth almost millions of dollars!

Two horses, one inner armor, one outer armor, plus two sets of weapons, one front and one pair. This group of mounted heavy infantry led by Wei Du can probably assemble the total value of equipment for one person. There are more than a hundred thieves...

Wei Du jumped off his horse with a thud, raised his head and shouted: "Zilong, give me a quarter of an hour!"

Zhao Yun also smiled and replied: "It's okay, let alone a quarter of an hour, they won't be able to get up even if it's an hour!"

"Wha kaka kaka..." Wei Du laughed loudly, reached out and took off the heavy armor from the camel, and while putting it on, he shouted loudly, "Quick! Anyone who moves fast will be eaten. ! Those who are too slow will chew grass!"

Wei Du and his men are very familiar with this set of heavy armor. The only thing that requires help from others is the final step of tightening the silk ribbon. The rest can basically be done by one person, just like the tight-fitting women in later generations. Dresses, only the zipper on the back often requires help.

It was said to be a quarter of an hour, but in fact, just over ten minutes later, Wei Du and others had already put on their heavy armor and laid out their formations.

Wei Du took off his mask, lifted up the huge double-sided battle ax that was once a Xianbei warrior, and walked forward eagerly step by step with the sound of armor armor all over his body, shouting: "Zilong! I'm here! I'm here! Make way for me! Let me eat some meat!"

On such terrain, if the heavy infantry is ranked second, no one really dares to be ranked first.

What does it mean that one man is in charge and no one can open it?

This is what it looks like now.

After the Wei capital came up, they even felt that they couldn't carry out operations within the collapsed military stronghold, so they led the people across Zhao Yun's line, walked sharply between the two armies, and surrounded his men like a steel city wall. The entire mountain road is tightly blocked.

"Uh-kah-kah, what...what, yes, that Salty King! Come out!" Wei Du shouted angrily from behind the mask, "I love sweets! That Salty King, come out and fight me. Win or lose!

Hu Chuquan's nose was almost crooked, but when he saw Wei Du swinging his double-sided battle ax like a straw, the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch again, but he still didn't dare to rush forward...

In fact, both sides have trekked all the way, and their physical strength is not in perfect condition. But the problem is that Huchuquan's side is more embarrassed, not only in the previous escape process, both in terms of physical strength and morale. , have been greatly consumed, and more importantly, the current Zhengxi General's soldiers are crushing them on their equipment, and they have added several heavy critical blows to the already tired hearts of the Southern Huns soldiers.

Just like in the later games, I was holding a blank weapon and was marked with a broken attribute. Then I saw my opponent wearing blue equipment, enchanted equipment, and even some dark metal properties. The health and blue bars were much longer than mine. cut……

Wei Du was still smiling with a devilish smile, and then waved his double-sided battle ax as if he was waving his most beloved toy, ignoring the long spears and short knives of the Southern Huns who were slashing and stabbing him.

The double armor was stabbed with swords and spears by the Southern Huns and sparks flew everywhere. Wei Du only moved his body slightly and didn't care. However, those Southern Huns who faced Wei Du's double-sided battle ax did not even have a whole corpse. It's a delusion!

What sprayed like mist was the arteries that were cut, the blood gushed like a fountain, the limbs were cut off, the pieces were thrown randomly here and there, and the pieces of meat and breasts were brought out by the tomahawk. The internal organs between the abdomen...

Streams of blood spurted out, dyeing everything around them red. Amidst the long and short screams, a pair of feet stamped around, trampling the short limbs on the ground into a mess and mixed them into the yellow mud, leaving the tranquility of the originally green mountains and mist. The land has turned into a Shura field full of chaos and blood!

Wei Du's body was already covered with the flesh and blood of someone who didn't know who it was, and there was also a large piece of yellow-yellow-green-green-pink intestines of someone who didn't know whose body it was. It was somehow hooked on the armor on Wei Du's shoulder. The swing of the tomahawk is like a long braid jumping and flying happily in the air...

In the eyes of the Southern Huns, these warriors, who were like steel city walls, brandished their unparalleled long-handled swords and cut down all the waves of Southern Huns soldiers as if they were never tired. People finally couldn't stand this double crushing on equipment and morale.

"Monster! Monster!"

"The unbeatable monster!"

The Southern Huns howled and stopped moving forward. Perhaps some of them knew that there was actually a living person under that armor, but they would rather believe that these guys were monsters, monsters, and immortal ghosts and gods!

Only in this way can their timidity and shrinkage have sufficient reasons.

After all, people can't compete with monsters, monsters, ghosts and gods, right?

Huchuquan roared so loudly that his voice became hoarse, urging his soldiers to move forward. He was extremely anxious, but a deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart, knowing that he had passed through this road built by Zhengxi soldiers. He was able to escape the steel wall, but he just couldn't get through. The lives of his men thrown in front and back were like bloody waves, hitting the steel wall, surging up or gorgeous, Or a monotonous color, and then fell down quietly, unable to shake these soldiers who conquered the West at all!

I don’t know when it started. One after another, the soldiers of the Southern Huns turned around and left without saying a word, leaving behind Huchuquan who was still raising his arms to fight on the front line. At first it was just one or two, and then it became more than a dozen. Twenty of them finally turned into a massive retreat!

The Southern Huns who were congested on the mountain road had to turn their horses around and fight for the road. From time to time, some Southern Huns soldiers and their horses fell into the ravine on one side and fell on the rugged rocks. , bloody and tragic death on the spot.

The scene became increasingly chaotic. Not only were the other southern Xiongnu leaders retreating with their clansmen, but even the people in Huchuquan's immediate tribe lost their fighting spirit and just looked at Huchuquan stupidly.

"No! Don't run!" Hu Chuquan, who discovered the collapse of the team, shouted angrily, "I ask you in the name of King Youxian, don't run! Rush over! We can still go back! We can still win!"

"You're a liar!"

Someone among the fleeing Southern Huns shouted.

Immediately, more Southern Huns were shouting and running away without looking back.

"fraud!"

"Liar is not our king! No!"

"Changshengtian has abandoned you! Go to death! Go to death!"

The sword that Hu Chuquan held high finally dropped down weakly. He wanted to lift it up several times to kill himself, but after gesticulating, he finally did not have the courage to do it. In the end, he just let out a howl without knowing whether to cry or laugh, and lowered his head. He collapsed on the ground and made a small sound...

"Surrender, surrender..."