stonecrandall Chapter 217
Chapter 217
Upon hearing this, Liu Yao suddenly turned around, his eyes like torches, piercing through the smoke and noise of the battlefield, and approaching the boiling point of the voice.
"Hahahaha! Zilong, Zhao Zilong is here!!! Hahaha!"
Liu Yao's voice was filled with endless heroism and fighting spirit, like a raging fire, instantly igniting every inch of air around him.
"Brothers, follow me to break out of the formation and fight our way out!" This shout, like thunder, stirred the hearts of every soldier, arousing endless fighting spirit and blood.
Liu Yao's whole body was stained with blood, like a demon walking out of the Shura battlefield
"Is that Zhao Yun, the lord has always been thinking about?"
Gao Lan held the spear tightly, his eyes wandering back and forth between Zhao Yun's white horse and silver armor, and an indescribable fear unconsciously floated between his eyebrows.
Perhaps in history, Gao Lan was stabbed by Zhao Yun.
"Hmph! He is just a young man with a handsome face, but I don't know what he can do. How can he be ranked among the Eight Tigers of Bingzhou?"
Xu Chu slowly sheathed the heavy sword, turned his eyes to Gao Lan, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said softly: "Hehe, Zilong's ability, you should be patient and watch, and you will see it clearly soon. You should know that he is the proud disciple of Master Tong Yuan, a hidden master. His martial arts are so exquisite that you can't imagine it unless you see it with your own eyes."
After that, the conversation between the two seemed to kick off the upcoming storm. In this silent and expectant gap, Zhao Yun finally showed his shocking strength.
"Take my shot and see if you can bear it!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, shaking the air around him. The spear in his hand was like a dragon swimming out of the sea, agile and swift, every move and every stroke contained a thousand pounds of power, and also had a graceful beauty. Wherever the spear tip passed, the air seemed to be cut, leaving silver tracks.
Faced with this sudden attack, the Qiang people only felt that there were heavy gun shadows in front of them, as if they were in a nightmare, and they could not catch its track at all. Zhao Yun's spear skills were fast and accurate. Every shot accurately stabbed the enemy's vital points without any drag. The Qiang people fell to the ground one after another, and the wailing and the sound of weapons falling to the ground intertwined, forming a tragic and shocking picture.
At this moment, Zhao Yun seemed to have turned into the god of death on the battlefield. He fought against the Qiang people alone with his own strength, showing his extraordinary strength and style as a disciple of Master Tong Yuan.
On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, Zhao Yun was like an unstoppable dragon spear. He broke into the impenetrable encirclement of the Qiang people alone. With his courage, he tore a bloody crack in the enemy's formation. His momentum was like a rainbow, and no one could stop him.
At this critical moment of life and death, the fate of the two heroes, Liu Yao and Zhao Yun, once again intertwined in the smoke of war.
Their eyes met in the raging flames of war, as if they had met again after countless years, and as if they were destined to fight side by side.
"Zilong, things are unpredictable. I never thought that we would meet again on this battlefield of iron horses and golden swords." Liu Yao's voice was full of emotion and pride.
Zhao Yun heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes flashing with determination and loyalty: "My lord, you are too kind. As a soldier, I shall protect you to the death. Today, I will use my spear to open up a way for you!"
"Hahaha, what a great guardian! Zilong, let's fight side by side today and kill all these Qiang captives. On the day of triumph, we will drink a thousand cups and not return until we are drunk!" Liu Yao's laughter echoed on the battlefield, passionate and heroic, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of the surrounding soldiers.
After speaking, the two men rode their horses again, like two lightning bolts cutting through the sky, rushing straight to the core position of the Qiang people. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield like dragons, and every confrontation was accompanied by the wailing and falling of the enemy.
On the battlefield, the two stood side by side, as if time had gone back, returning to the glorious years of fighting against the Yellow Turban Rebellion, with their eyes flashing with inextinguishable fighting spirit and past ambitions. They were like two sharp swords standing side by side, cutting through the sky, vowing to cut off all obstacles.
The two of them worked together to defeat the three auspicious treasures of the Yellow Turban Army.
The arrival of Zhao Yun was like adding wings to a tiger. Every shot and every sword of his was accurate and deadly, becoming the last boulder that crushed the will of the Qiang people. Under the leadership of this tiger general, the morale of the Bingzhou Army burned like a raging flame, unstoppable.
The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on this land soaked in sweat and blood. The battle lasted until dusk, until the last wail of the Qiang people was annihilated in the sword and shadow, and the Bingzhou Army finally ushered in their glorious moment. The flag of victory flew high under the setting sun, announcing the end of this battle.
Everyone fought until dusk. When the last Qiang died under the sword and gun, the Bingzhou army finally won the final victory this time.
"Haha! Haha! Haha——"
Liu Yao's laughter echoed in the empty and bloody battlefield. He was still panting, but he sat on the top of the corpse mountain in an almost crazy posture, his back leaning against the white bones. Under his feet, a stream formed by the gathering of blood flowed, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, which seemed particularly dazzling and weird.
"Lord."
Zhao Yun's voice was low and hoarse. He half lay on the blood-colored stream, his eyes half closed, and his whole body exuded a tired but unyielding breath.
"With the nourishment of these Qiang corpses, the grassland outside Chang'an City will be lush and full of vitality next year."
Zhao Yun lay on the blood-colored stream. This battle lasted for several hours and had already exhausted all his strength.
All around, the soldiers of the Bingzhou Army were either sitting or lying, all exhausted, their faces and bodies were covered with blood and dust, and every breath seemed to exhaust all the strength in their bodies.
In this battle, the Bingzhou Army suffered nearly 20,000 casualties and completely wiped out more than 80,000 Qiang people. Liu Yao felt quite distressed when he saw such a loss.
Liu Yao stood under the setting sun, staring at the battlefield stained with blood, with mixed feelings in his heart.
In this battle, he first dispatched the Mo Dao Team and the Iron Caltrops, and then ambushed nearly half of the Qiang army in the canyon. In the end, it was under the joint encirclement of the three parties and the addition of Zhao Yun that such a loss ratio was achieved.
And don't forget that all the weapons and equipment equipped by the Bingzhou Army were given by the 10,000-fold return system. In terms of the armor rate of their army, they can almost crush all the princes of the entire Han Dynasty.
The combat effectiveness of these Qiang people should not be underestimated.
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