Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

"Don't leave!!"

With this roar, the Yezhao Jade Lion landed in an uninhabited area caused by the previous salvo of Bai Ma Yi Cong.

These small areas have become an important foothold for Yezhao Jade Lion, and also give Yezhao Jade Lion some important space to speed up after crossing the human wall.

In the mid-air just now, Zhao Yun had already found the location of Qiu Liju. He pulled the reins in his hand and the Yezhao Jade Lion ran with all his strength.

The Yajiao Spear in Zhao Yun's hand also came to life like a swimming dragon, and the Wuhuan people almost fell down like grass wherever they passed.

There is no one... the enemy of unity!
In fact, there are no Wuhuan people who can even hinder the furious Zhao Yun.

In the past, many Wuhuan people were quite proud of their martial prowess, and they could not even let the gun shadow pass through the vital parts of their bodies again.

fast!
Night shine jade lion fast!

The Yajiao gun in Zhao Yun's hand is faster!

The two of them cooperated, and in just a few breaths, Zhao Yun began to charge a bloody path towards Qiu Liju.

However, this scene also aroused unparalleled anger in Qiu Liju's eyes.

It is clear that he is just one person charging at an army formation composed of more than 30,000 Wuhuan people. It seems that he is surrounded by more than 30,000 Wuhuan people by himself. How dare you shout "stop" to me? !

"Insanity!"

Qiu Liju had a gloomy face, feeling that his majesty was being repeatedly crushed by provocations.

As the king of Wuhuan, the current leader of Wuhuan, his camp was defeated by the Han infantry and forced to flee north. Jean Qiu Liju's position was already shaky.

Now, even such a young white-robed general from the Han Army dares to shout at me while riding alone?
The last time at Jicheng City, there were only a few hundred people on either side. Faced with the pursuit of the Yan man Zhang San, Qiu Liju escaped...

The tent had just been breached in the camp, and the situation was over. Qiu Liju had no choice but to escape again!

But this time, Qiu Liju decided not to escape no matter what!
Otherwise, how could Qiu Liju be qualified to lead the Wuhuan clan who advocated martial arts if he was driven north by just one person?
Facing Zhao Yun who was charging towards him in the distance, Qiu Liju stood there and shouted orders to the left and right.

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

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

What's more, Zhao Yun charged into the Wuhuan army with one man and one horse, as if entering a no-man's land, but what Zhao Yun faced were just ordinary Wuhuan young men without horses.

Wuhuan Qingzhuang's combat power on horseback was acceptable, but after landing, compared with the Han army's infantry, the gap was huge.

Not only were the weapons used by Wuhuan Qingzhuang basically all spears, scimitars, bows and arrows, it was difficult to form a formation with different weapons like the Han army.

What's more important is that Wuhuan Qingzhuang is even more careless about formations and military formations.

These more than 30,000 Wuhuan young men seem to be densely packed together, but in fact they are more like scattered sand. Whether they are facing the cavalry shooting of the white horse Yi Cong, or Zhao Yun's solo cavalry, they basically fight on their own. , there is no cooperation at all with each other.

More importantly, compared with Zhang Fei's astonishing momentum and terrifying appearance, Zhao Yun looks like a handsome young general. It is too easy for people to underestimate Zhao Yun's actual combat power.

Therefore, after Qiu Liju stated the reward, several Wuhuan warriors immediately responded and rushed towards Zhao Yun on their war horses.

One of the Wuhuan warriors was closest to Zhao Yun. His physique looked much bigger than Zhao Yun's. Even the weapon in his hand was a rare long-handled mace.

"Arsenal, come here to take the life of the Han dog!"

As the long-handled mace was swung, there was almost a violent sound of wind, and it was like a large shadow that enveloped Zhao Yun.

However, facing the siege of the Wuhuan warrior Asena, Zhao Yun's expression hardly changed at all. It was just that the Yajiao gun accurately tapped the long-handled mace at the point of force, slightly hindering him for a moment.

The next moment, the speed of Yezhao Jade Lion suddenly increased, leading Zhao Yun to pass by the Wuhuan warrior Asena.

And until Zhao Yun's figure swept five steps away, Arsena still maintained his motionless posture, just holding his neck with one hand instinctively.

However, how can one continue to live with a gunshot-sized wound on his neck with just his hands?
A large amount of blood spurted out crazily from Asena's neck, but Zhao Yun couldn't even get some blood on his body, and he fell helplessly on the horse's back.

Asena's death did not cause the slightest ripple in the huge and chaotic Wuhuan army.

The next Wuhuan warrior is already heading in the direction of Zhao Yun, and this Wuhuan warrior has obviously received more influence from Han culture. He shouted loudly while rushing towards Zhao Yun.

"Han will stop, I am..."

However, what responded to the Wuhuan warrior was an arrow shot by Zhao Yunya with his horn gun, after killing several people again.

"puff!"

This arrow hit the Wuhuan warrior's face, and the arrow penetrated the bone for more than three points. It directly blocked the Wuhuan warrior's unfinished words in his throat. He fell to the ground with a wailing sound and stopped moving. .

At this moment, Zhelou, who was revered as the "Magic Archer" by many Wuhuan tribes, was hiding in the crowd. Taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Yun was shooting the arrow, he drew the strong bow in his hand to full capacity. An arrow flew in the direction of Zhao Yun like a shooting star.

But in such a chaotic battlefield, Zhao Yun's ears moved slightly, and he could almost instantly distinguish the sound of bowstrings and arrows piercing the air.

Before his consciousness came to his senses, Zhao Yun had already laid down on the horse's back, and then grabbed the arrow that passed by his eyes with his bare hands.

How can it be?

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

Catching arrows with bare hands?
If it were an arrow shot by an ordinary Wuhuan Qingzhuang, Zhelou felt that there was still some possibility of success when he was concentrating and the environment was quiet.

But this is an extremely noisy battlefield. It is extremely difficult to just distinguish the sound of arrows piercing the air, let alone catch the arrows with bare hands so accurately.

However, before Zhelou could recover from this scene, Zhao Yun, who had caught the arrow with his bare hands, stood up from his horse and at the same time, without looking back, bent his bow and nocked the arrow, and shot the arrow along the Shot back in the direction of the original path.

"puff!"

This arrow, by the time Zhelou could react, had already penetrated into Zhelou's throat.

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

During the whole process, Zhao Yun, who was watching all directions and listening in all directions, did not even glance at Zhelou with his peripheral vision.

The moment the arrow was shot, Zhao Yun had a strong premonition in his heart that it would hit!
Therefore, Zhao Yun, who was extremely nervous, would not waste any more energy on Zhe Lou.

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

It was clear that Zhao Yun charged into the battle with the belief that he would die, but when he was truly trapped in the enemy's formation, Zhao Yun felt the anger in his chest burning more and more passionately. Only one belief filled his mind:

[I took Qiu Li as his head to comfort the sufferings of many Han people in Youzhou, and also to live up to the great trust of Mr. Zikun. 】

The glare in Zhao Yun's eyes became more intense, and two Wuhuan warriors who seemed to be twin brothers came to attack in a tacit attack on the left and right, and the twin brothers shouted loudly in unison.

"Han Dog, I am..."

The next moment, before the twin brothers could finish speaking, the Yajiao gun in Zhao Yun's hand enveloped the twin brothers for a moment, causing the rough voice to stop abruptly.

The Yezhao Jade Lion passed between the two twin brothers, and Zhao Yun's calm voice slowly floated into their dying consciousness.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die, that's all."

This overwhelming charge led to the death of several Wuhuan warriors who were also well-known among the Wuhuan tribe in Zhao Yun's hands, which also aroused the fear of the other Wuhuan warriors.

However, Zhao Yun's thin figure swimming upstream among thousands of troops seemed to be able to overwhelm him with just a little force.

Coupled with the promise made by "Wuhuan King" Qiu Liju, many Wuhuan warriors still find it difficult to suppress their thoughts.

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

"Let's all stand shoulder to shoulder. Kill this Han dog first. There is no harm in sharing King Wuhuan's reward equally."

"Don't be afraid, let's go together. If this Han dog charges like this, his strength will not last long..."

……

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

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

They are not the same enemy, so it is really difficult for Zhao Yun to distinguish the difference.

In fact, in Zhao Yun's view, these Wuhuan warriors who came through the formation on war horses took the initiative to open a path for themselves among the crowded Wuhuan army.

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

Can't stop!
It can't be stopped at all! ! !
In the eyes of countless Wuhuan, Zhao Yun's act was like committing suicide, and he should have chopped the white-robed young man into pieces within a few breaths.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun broke through more than a hundred steps in the direction of Qiu Liju, forcibly cutting a bloody path, but no one could get past Zhao Yun's gun.

Countless Wuhuan people looked at Zhao Yun, who was charging into the battle as if walking on flat ground, with awe and fear in their hearts.

Retrieving the enemy general's head from among the thousands of troops is like picking out an object from a bag, as if it is completely materialized before your eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who was riding alone into the battle, had become the only protagonist on the entire battlefield. What fell behind Zhao Yun were piles of corpses, and the entire Wuhuan army was thrown into chaos. (End of chapter)