The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

The spear in his hand brought up a rain of blood, and Yuan Jun's soldiers' frenzied culling attack was shattered by him.

At this moment, Zhao Yun was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, plundering wantonly, and a whirlwind was created by the spear in his hand, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Baima Yicong, who followed behind Zhao Yun, looked like bloodthirsty beasts, roaring and wreaking havoc with their weapons.

This can be said to be a unilateral massacre without any suspense.

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The stern cold wind was still blowing violently. Under the pass of Bohai Pass, the flames were soaring into the sky, and there was a turbulence. There were screams, screams, roars, and even faint howls. All the sounds of thought were intertwined. One piece, like Shura hell, people dare not look directly at it.

The soldiers of both sides fighting in one place, like a bloodthirsty monster, rushed straight towards the enemy with its teeth and claws, and a burst of blades and arrows attacked the opponent like a whirlwind, sweeping and destroying everything.

Under the Bohai City Pass, dead bodies of soldiers from both sides were piled up on the sand all over the ground.

The clanging of swords and guns and Yuan Bing's heart-piercing screams resounded everywhere on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, human life is so fragile, it is so easy to die with the wind.

It is true that fate is like a mustard. Many times, it is just because of every move of the handsome general, just because of a cunning strategy of the opponent, and just because the two parties are in the opposite class of the opponent.

Or, just for a moment of trance, they completely disappeared in this world.

Life on the battlefield can be turned into dust in an instant, and it really seems to have never existed in this world.

People, sometimes, are really fragile creatures.

The fierce battle ended, and it was Yin's time. The sun in the east was already faintly pale, and the faint sunlight pierced the night sky, shining soothingly on Bohai City.

It really was a day and night fighting, which made all the soldiers dizzy and exhausted.

The blood-stained sky, the battlefield with broken limbs and broken arms, the neighing of war horses, and mourning everywhere, even the breeze blowing across the sky has a strong smell of blood, like a hell on earth.

The vast ground was piled up with the corpses of countless soldiers, blood gurgling out and converging into rivers of blood, and the smell of blood rushed to the face, giving people a dull and hot feeling.

The dead bodies of soldiers from both sides were piled up everywhere.

The knights on the horses rushed back and forth on the battlefield, their eyes were full of red eyes and they only swung their weapons to kill. The soldiers on both sides seemed to be ferocious beasts instead of human beings.

On the battlefield, it can be said that there are clanging sounds of swords and guns colliding and heart-piercing screams before death.

Looking at such a tragic scene, Simpi was a little worried.

Although their defense in Bohai County is still the same, but the battle outside the city is a bit stretched, and it is already difficult for Bai Mayi to resist the enemy.

"Delay! Delay!" Simpi cried secretly in his heart, as long as this delay passed, Zhao Yun and his cavalry's offensive would fail, and it would be convenient for him to restore morale, and the balance of victory might tilt towards him again.

While thinking this way, his eyes moved slightly, and when he saw a certain figure, Simpi couldn't help but let out a wail.

Zhao Yun!The leader of the white horse.

It's all bad things about this person!

Simpi's eyes flickered slightly.

It is said that an expert will know if there is a shot as soon as he makes a move. Just looking at Zhao Yun's one-handed horse riding and his posture when he swings his spear from the opposite formation, it is not difficult to see that this person is a fierce general.

Moreover, the process of Zhao Yun's fight before also explained this point.

You know, Xin Pi is also a person who has seen blood on the battlefield, but he also has lingering fears in the face of Zhao Yun.

The feeling of facing it head-on seemed to turn him into an antelope that had a premonition of danger coming.

Just thinking about it, Simpi's entire face became extremely pale, and his white and tender scribe's palms also began to tremble slightly without knowing it.

This person is very human, invincible!

At this time, Zhao Yun's incomparable figure like a god of war basically completely shattered the last spiritual pillar in Yuan Jun's heart, and he didn't have the courage to continue fighting with him at all.

The sound of a horse's nose, as low as thunder, sounded, gradually rushing from far to near.

The sound of footsteps hitting the ground frantically, and the dust and grass mud all over the sky surged up one after another, making it almost suffocating.

Facing the retreating Yuan Bing, the lieutenant general was addicted to killing and wanted to continue chasing him.

"The enemy's momentum has been suppressed by us. If we continue to push in, the opponent will definitely ignite fierce flames of revenge. As the saying goes, the mourning army will win, and it is really not advisable." Zhao Yun shook his head and reined in the horse.

Behind him, there are countless long swords and spears swaying vertically.

The knife was not stained with blood, the gun was not stabbed, but it still exuded a cold breath of death.

In the silence, the murderous aura seemed to be deeply embedded in the weapon, like a caged wild animal, squirming and trying to find a chance to get out, and then it could devour the world with all its might. all life.

It can be predicted that when these weapons are unsheathed, a bloody and brutal killing is about to kick off.

Where the blade is plucked, where the spear is pointed, countless creatures will fall into the dust forever.

It's not the enemy's, it's your own.

Zhao Yun, who was about to withdraw his troops, thought for a while, then suddenly bent his bow and flew out an arrow, like a meteor chasing the moon, with a whoosh, it hit the forehead of the first soldier in Bohai City.

The arrow was so powerful that it directly pierced the soldier's forehead, and the arrow body was completely buried in it, right down to the tail of the arrow.

"Ow~~~~"

"Ow~~~~"

"Aw~~~~" Seeing Zhao Yun's amazing arrows, the blood of many white horse followers gradually boiled.

"withdraw!"

Zhao Yun steered his horse away, and the white horse followed.

At the same time, in Jizhou, a large army was walking on the pipeline more than ten miles south of Bohai County.

"Hoo Chi Chi" the wind whistled, and the flag trembled and fluttered continuously.

With the towering banners flying, the sound of horseshoes was crisp, endless gray smoke was trampled, and with the power of thunder and rolling stones, they rushed forward brazenly.

At the end of the avenue, billowing smoke and dust lingered, and many war horses and human heads appeared and disappeared in the mist.

A marching army, like a ghost escaped from the underworld, is ferociously carrying an unparalleled murderous aura.

The dark red battle flag rolled like billowing waves. The big red flag was particularly eye-catching. There was a big "Wen" embroidered on the flag, and it smelled like killing and purging. It is a powerful army.

A mighty general rushed to the front, wearing a bright red cloak that looked particularly eye-catching in the morning sun. He was holding a large heavy gun made of mixed copper in his hand. Pass.

This person is none other than Yuan Shao's general Wen Chou!