"Zhou Yu is dead, Sun Ce, my son, why don't you hurry up and reunite with him?"
Zhou Yu's helmet was carried on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and Guan Yu, who had a red face and long beard, was riding a bad horse, which was really annoying.
It was the moment of decisive battle before him, and his horse was already his seventh war horse.
But under his majestic body, this war horse looked like a donkey.
Even the charging speed is completely behind the guards around him.
"Second brother, work harder."
Zhang Fei rode on his precious horse Wu Zui and flew past Guan Yu with a big smile: "If you are half a minute slower, then Ma Chao will come back to steal the credit from us."
"Second General, will the Jiangdong Army still have Sun Lang to show off its strength this time?"
Chen Dao also crossed Guan Yu and said, "Such a momentum can be said to be devastating.
The last general must be the first general to take Sun Ce's head."
Guan Yu's face turned even redder after eating two pieces of ashes.
He really hated the poor horse under his crotch for failing to live up to his expectations.
Fortunately, the morale of the soldiers was as high as a rainbow this time.
The previous feint attack on Jiangdong resulted in a huge defeat for the army.
After receiving Ma Chao's order this time, everyone was scrambling.
Jiangdong Camp is in front of you, as if it is a piece of plump and tender meat, waiting for a group of hungry wolves to bite it.
Zhang Fei and Chen Dao had cavalry under their command and rushed into the enemy camp first.
Chen Dao's incomparably sharp tearing and Zhang Fei's swift and unparalleled impact have already begun to make achievements.
The entire Jiangdong camp was divided into two halves.
Countless Jiangdong children stepped forward bravely, but in front of the rumbling war horses, their resistance was like children's play.
It was just a charge, and all that was left behind by the horses' hooves was their mutilated bodies and poor wills.
Facing more than 4,000 cavalry, an army of 50,000 people was almost unable to fight back.
But Guan Yu knew that no matter how swift the attack, the infantry in the backyard would need to follow closely to expand the results.
Otherwise, once the rear route is outflanked, the cavalry soldiers will fall into the swamp of infantry, making it difficult to move forward.
Guan Yu would not sit back and let such a scene happen, especially when he whipped his horse whip hard and shouted: "Soldiers, we can't let them take away all the merits of the war.
Let me see the sharpness of our Runan soldiers!"
However, as soon as he entered the middle camp, Guan Yu heard the rumble of war drums, and then countless crossbowmen suddenly appeared from the two camps on the left and right.
They held crossbows in their hands and were arranged like layers of dense forest based on antlers.
This was the first thought that came to Guan Yu's mind, but he soon understood that this was Jiangdong's last desperate resistance: facing the enemy's encampment, the most important thing to do was to force the enemy back head-on.
Only in this way can we maintain strong morale and proud fighting spirit.
But Jiang Dongbing chose such an ambush, which only shows that their morale is almost unbearable.
As long as this ambush is defeated, the entire Jiangdong camp will no longer have any morale.
All Jiangdong's troops will definitely flee, there is no doubt at all "Children of Jiangdong, look at whose helmet this is."
Guan Yufeng's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he suddenly put Leng Yan on the helmet and flicked it.
The bright red tassel immediately drew a long arc in the air and fell heavily in front of the ambush in front.
The Jiangdong disciples naturally recognized Zhou Yu's helmet, and upon seeing this, they all retreated in fear.
But the current veteran stepped forward, picked up the helmet and smiled contemptuously at Guan Yu: "A small helmet is trying to shake the morale of our army.
It's such a wishful thinking that if we really kill our military advisor, please bring the body."
After saying this, Guan Yu was really speechless.
When those Jiangdong soldiers saw that Guan Yu was silent, they immediately believed the veteran general's words.
The trembling crossbows in their hands stopped shaking and they aimed hard at Guan Yu's 10,000 infantrymen.
"Fire the arrow!"
The veteran Cheng Pu laughed loudly, gave the order fiercely, and rushed towards Guan Yu with his bodyguards on horseback.
Following the command, the crossbow arrows covered the sky like dark clouds.
When they fell, they were like a rain of death, with red blood splashing and miserable screams.
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With just one wave of attacks, hundreds of brave Runan soldiers fell to the arrows.
Guan Yu was even more furious now.
He used his arrows and rushed straight towards Cheng Pu: It doesn't matter whether Zhou Yu dies or not, as long as he kills Cheng Pu cleanly and neatly, the ambush will be broken.
However, Cheng Pu's plan was considered successful anyway.
A wave of arrows inevitably slowed down the momentum of Runan's army, causing a brief chaos.
And this chaos caused even greater sluggishness.
More soldiers were shot down by arrows, knocked down by their own people, accidentally fell to the ground, and were trampled to pulp by the iron hoofs of war horses.
Guan Yu became even more angry when he saw this.
He held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword tightly in his hand.
There was nothing else in his pair of phoenix eyes, only Cheng Pu's thick neck.
At this moment, all his energy and energy were poured into the knife.
He believed that as long as he stepped forward, the knife would drink blood and roar.
But the angry reality shattered Guan Yu's dream.
It wasn't that he made a mistake, but as Cheng Pu's figure got closer and closer, he suddenly saw that the guards on both sides of him had already arrived in front of him.
The four personal guards, one on the left and one on the right, two on each side, bent over and raised their spears, roared and charged towards Cheng Pu.
"return" Guan Yu shouted loudly.
He couldn't tell whether he felt humiliated at that moment or whether he was concerned about the lives of his soldiers.
But when Cheng Pu swung his iron spear away, the four people flew into the air and turned into a rain of blood, and then only the scattered pieces of flesh fell into the dust.
Guan Yu's eyes almost turned red.
He passed through the broken blood clots and roared at Cheng Pu.
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword immediately created a violent current, charging towards Cheng Pu like an angry green dragon.
Cheng Pu, Jiangdong's tiger general, was naturally not to be outdone.
He turned his spear and rushed towards Qinglong as fast as a strange snake.
There was a bang, and smoke rose up all around, making people around unable to open their eyes.
But then there was a shrill neighing sound in his ears.
Apparently someone fell off his horse and fell to the ground.
One move and you'll see the difference Everyone felt their hearts hanging in mid-air, watching helplessly as the smoke and dust cleared away.
But to people's surprise, Guan Yu was in a very embarrassed state in the smoke, his long and elegant beard was stained with dust, and his body was bruised and swollen.
The war horse under his crotch had already bent its front hooves and was lying on the ground with foam at its mouth.
It was obvious that it could not bear the backlash of the thunderous force just now, and Guan Yu was suddenly thrown off the war horse.
Cheng Pu's appearance was not much better, although he was still standing upright on his horse.
But his face was pale and his breathing was rapid.
A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, obviously he had suffered a loss in the previous confrontation.
If Guan Yu's horse hadn't stumbled, he might have been killed by Guan Yu's sword in the next move.
But now, the situation has taken a sudden turn.
After taking a deep breath, he grunted and raised his horse again to stab Guan Yu.
But Guan Yu, who had already stood up, smiled proudly.
Facing Cheng Pu's desperate posture, he just turned his wrist, and the cool saw in his hand, the most important weapon among the Three Kingdoms, spun around like a windmill, and finally " With a "dong" sound, he leaned on the ground.
The handle of the knife rushes down, the blade reaches the sky Guan Yu held the knife in his right hand, but gently lifted his robe with his left hand, then slowly raised his hand to his chin, stroked it gently with his palm, and narrowed his eyes half-open and half-closed.
Cheng Pu is also a veteran general who has a keen intuition.
He looked at Guan Yu who had lost even his horse, and suddenly he felt that Guan Yu suddenly became as deep as the bottom of a lake.
The seemingly calm aura was like a wave hiding a storm.
Especially as the horse got closer, Cheng Pu felt more and more about Guan Yu.
A soaring evil spirit arose This kind of evil spirit is the kind of pressure and aura that truly comes from fighting in mountains of swords and seas of fire.
The pressure and aura that can only be possessed by warriors who have killed countless people is the unique martial arts aura that a martial arts master condenses after entering the room.
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The fighting spirit is so strong that it goes straight to the sky Cheng Pu felt that Guan Yu in front of him was like a tiger that was squinting.
As long as he opened his eyes, he could snatch people away and devour him at any time.
For a moment, Cheng Pu even had the urge to turn around and flee far away.
It would be best to stay as far away from this person as possible to be safe.
But it was too late, Guan Yu let out a long roar, and suddenly opened his eyes.
The phoenix eyes were like cold stars exploding, and countless murderous rays of light rushed into Cheng Pu's body, making him dare not even move.
"Han, Shoutinghou, Guanlai general, conferred the title" At this moment, a general suddenly appeared beside Guan Yu.
He raised his sword and rushed towards Guan Yu: "General Cheng, I will help you in the future."
"Come back!"
Cheng Pu was shocked, and suddenly felt Guan Yu's anxious mood before
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