"Report to Zhao Yun and Baima Yi to clear out the Chinese military tent and bury the bodies.
After the fire, many soldiers are still capable of fighting."
A scout came to Yang Ren and reported.
"Clear the camp and bury yourself in the soil.
This Zhao Yun really has two skills."
Hearing this, Yang Ren's face couldn't help but become extremely ugly, thinking that if he attacked without orders this time, if he won everything, it would be okay.
If Zhao Yun escaped, then Then a serious crime was about to happen, and he couldn't help but shouted in anger: "The whole army attacks, go up the mountain and kill all those white horse loyal followers!"
Zhang Lujun, who was already lurking on both sides, after hearing Yang Ren's order, immediately stepped on the still burning mountain ground and slowly moved towards the mountain to cover up the enemy.
However, just as they were gradually forming an encirclement, one of the soldiers, Zhang Luxiaobing, suddenly felt a black shadow flash behind him.
He was startled, rubbed his eyes and looked back carefully, and saw thick smoke drifting past.
He saw in his illusion that he was actually a general standing two hundred steps away from him: This man didn't look like his general.
He was startled, and just as he was about to shout, an arrow flew over with a sharp sound piercing the air.
Sharp arrows passed through his body, and bright red blood sprayed in the air.
A small commotion immediately broke out.
Yang Ren pretended to recognize the man who was shooting the arrow at a glance, and shouted angrily: "Zhao Yun must not resist stubbornly."
After shouting, he called on the soldiers behind him to quickly surround him.
At the same time, he strode forward, hoping to fight Zhao Yun, who had been famous for a long time, but was now in a black and white state.
However, Zhao Yun was a little unable to react.
He did hold the Yuanrong Crossbow in his hand, but he did not pull the trigger at all.
Moreover, what the soldier had on him was not the steel nail arrow of the Yuanrong Crossbow, but a wolf tooth arrow shot from a hard bow.
The arrow clearly penetrates from behind Zhao Yun looked around, and based on his instinct of archery for many years, he vaguely saw a Ma family general past Zhang Lujun, who was smiling and put away the hard bow in his hand.
Such a long distance, such a magical skill like a shooting star chasing the moon, there is no one else but Huang Zhong and Huang Hansheng, the best shooter of the Ma family.
Zhao Yun's heart jumped to his throat in an instant, and then the familiar and low sound of horns sounded.
Zhao Yun finally shouted for the first time: "Soldiers, reinforcements have arrived, follow me to kill these rats."
It was already dark at this time, and Yang Ren thought Zhao Yun was bluffing.
But after the horn sounded, Yang Ren heard the killing sound behind Zhenyu.
Looking back, I found that he had become a dumpling stuffing surrounded both inside and outside.
Countless Ma family soldiers held torches and were following their trajectory to attack, frantically attacking the enemies in front of them along the way, turning the entire Jinshan Mountain into a pot of gruel.
Just when Yang Ren was in shock and unsure of how to react, Zhao Yunjun in front suddenly gained momentum, roaring towards him like a tiger coming down the mountain.
Especially Zhao Yun and Tai Shici, under the firelight, they are even more conspicuous not because of their eye-catching attire, but because of their unparalleled killing speed and breakthroughs like wind and fire.
People can't help but know that it is them.
Defeating the enemy In the darkness, a cry suddenly rang out: "According to the order of the lord general, we are here to kill the rebels.
Those who are awarded the title of Yang Ren will have their military merit upgraded by two levels and be rewarded with a hundred golds."
Yang Ren almost fell off the horse.
What the hell is going on?
My head is worth a hundred taels of gold.
However, another sentence that followed made Yang Ren's mind active again.
"Whoever captures Yang Ren alive will have his military merit upgraded to three levels and will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins."
After this shouting, Yang Ren became more mentally balanced.
But then, he realized why he was more valuable alive than dead: Ma Jiajun didn't know the secret of the Hanzhong Army's coming and going without a trace, and they wanted to pry open his mouth.
Thinking of this, Yang Ren suddenly became furious again.
No, I haven't lost yet.
These people are too arrogant and think that their soldiers are all made of mud.
However, as soon as this thought came up, Yang Ren felt a cold wind blowing against his face.
He lowered his head subconsciously, and there was a whooshing sound next to his ear.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
When he stretched out his hand again, he felt that his helmet tassel had been shot off.
He looked up and saw that at some point, Zhao Zilong's lion horse was less than ten feet away from him, and the tip of his spear flashed like a mountain of silver.
Several generals stepped forward to block the attack, but fell off their horses in the blink of an eye.
What a good horse, it didn't even abandon its owner to escape under the fire.
For some reason, between life and death, Yang Ren actually admired the horse.
But after finally reacting, he could no longer lose his temper.
Looking at the noisy battlefield, he quickly chose a less intense direction and led the guards to escape.
Without Yang Ren's command and restraint, all Zhang Lu's troops immediately panicked.
Under attack from two sides, these soldiers turned their horses and fled.
Zhao Zilong laughed, shot an arrow, and completely knocked off Yang Ren's helmet.
After giving the order of Tai Shi Ci, he led his guards and chased Yang Ren.
This long laughter also allowed Zhang Lubing, who was still confused and confused, to fully see the situation on the battlefield.
Amidst the chaotic howls, they were completely frightened and fled in a swarm with Yang Ren.
After Huang Zhong and Tai Shici reunited, they pursued and killed each other to avenge the humiliation of setting the mountain on fire.
Yang Ren fled to the official road in Xia Bian before gathering up the remaining troops.
He stopped his horse and said to himself, "Is my head still there?"
He put his hand on his head.
At this time, Yang Ren was filled with regret.
He should not be arrogant and arrogant.
You shouldn't believe the lies that you can defeat the enemy if you have everything under control.
Especially that Zhao Yun, he is an undefeated myth.
His strength cannot be blocked by manpower or strategy.
He packed up the rebels and was thinking about how to report to Zhang Lu for the reason, when he realized that there were only less than two thousand people left around him.
He was very disheartened for a moment: Such a disastrous defeat, even if the tongue is shining like a lotus flower, it will not be enough.
It doesn't make sense However, Yang Ren could not have imagined that the most dangerous moment would be when he regretted it.
A horn sound sounded again, and Yang Ren was shocked: another group of soldiers and horses appeared between the official roads on both sides.
Different from those at the foot of the mountain just now, they are all elite horsemen of the Ma family.
Recalling the battle at the foot of the mountain, Yang Ren seemed to be in a panic and saw the reinforcements of war horses at the foot of the mountain.
In other words, all those who came were elite cavalry from the Ma family.
The previous reinforcements had deliberately abandoned their horses to rescue them because of the rugged mountain road.
And when they defeat those soldiers, they will definitely continue to chase them on their war horses.
Thinking of this, Yang Ren suddenly slapped himself in the face: This team of cavalry is ambushing here.
It is obvious that they don't want him to return to Xiabian.
There is no need for the support troops on the mountain.
A person with two legs can't run as well as a person with four legs.
"Yang Ren, you have fallen into the lord's scheme, why don't you dismount your horse and accept surrender?"
Gao Shun walked out slowly with his sword in hand.
Next to him, Han Gugu awkwardly controlled the horse and came with him.
Yang Ren could tell at a glance that Han Gugu was a young general who was riding a war horse for the first time.
Seeing that he had accidentally steered the war horse past Gao Shun, Yang Ren suddenly felt that his opportunity had come: as long as he caught Gao Shun's son , then he can use them as hostages to force Gao Shun to let him live.
Yes, Han Gugu's age and lack of understanding of military behavior made Yang Ren mistakenly think that he was Gao Shun's son.
Then with a sinister smile on his lips, Yang Ren stretched out his hand and flicked a stone on Hang Gugu's horse.
The war horse was in pain and charged towards Yang Ren. good opportunity Yang Ren looked at Han Gugu's panicked manner of manipulating the war horse, and the sinister smile on his lips became even more obvious.
However, the next moment, when he saw the shadow above his head, he suddenly shouted in shock: "What kind of weapon is that?"
It turned out that among the lightning and flint, Han Gugu couldn't control the war horse, so he simply flew away from the horse, used the momentum to swing the giant hammer behind him, and wanted to hit Yang Ren like a mountain bearing down on him.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Hang Gugu, you have to live!"
Gao Shun saw that Yang Ren had no resistance at all, and was afraid that Han Gugu would smash Yang Ren into meat cakes with a hammer, so he hurriedly shouted.
The next moment, brains and blood sprayed out into the sky, landing on Han Gugu.
The strong smell of blood made the thin child look like a ghost seeking death.
"He is so weak."
Hang Gugu stood up, kicked away the war horse whose head had been smashed, walked to Yang Ren, and as if carrying a chicken, he dragged Yang Ren, whose crotch was soaked, back to his formation.
There was a long moment of silence.
After that, the sound of crackling weapons fell to the ground, and Yang Ren's soldiers and others knelt down one after another, not daring to move any more
.
: