The crisp sounds sounded one after another, and the spears in front of Zhao Yun broke down in response to the sound.

"Ah...this..." The enemy soldiers looked pale. Have they ever seen such a sword or such a brave general?

Although the sword in Zhao Yun's hand is not as good as a soldier king like Cangming Sword, he can cut iron like mud, but cutting off these wooden gun rods is simply more difficult than cutting vegetables.

Without the threat of the spearhead, Zhao Yunzong stepped forward and threw out the sword in his hand, stabbing a spearman to death. Then he tied the reins with his left hand and poked the bright silver spear to the ground with his right hand.

The white dragon horse used the same trick again, so it rose into the air again, and jumped directly over the heads of the three rows of shield soldiers.

"Look at the gun." Zhao Yun shot back and killed two more shield soldiers in the air.

After the shield soldiers, there was the enemy's pike camp. When these pike soldiers saw Zhao Yun killing him, they quickly turned the spear head and stabbed them all.

Zhao Yun pulled his sword back from the corpse of an enemy army, swung it out, and cut off several spears again. Then the sword returned to the sheath, held the gun in both hands, and swept forward.

"Puchi..." Several blood lights sprayed out, and several soldiers fell to the ground.

Several long spears stabbed again. Zhao Yun lay on the back of the horse and avoided a blow. At the same time, the silver spear was like a bird pecking at the foot of the food. It stabbed the four enemies in front of him in a breath.

After finally clearing the spearmen around him, Zhao Yun slapped his horse, got rid of the siege of the spearmen, and continued to run forward.

"Kill..." At this time, there was another shout of killing behind him.

Zhao Yun turned his head and saw that there were suddenly a group of new enemy troops on both sides of the city wall. Although they were quite large, there seemed to be less than 15,000 people in total, but less than half of them were wearing armor. These people waved their weapons and rushed towards the city gate.

"Husband and others?" Zhao Yun quickly recognized these enemy troops.

Everyone in the Han army pierced armor, while the Goguryeo army had an armor rate of about 70%. As for the Fuyu Kingdom, it was even more poor, with an armor rate of less than 50%, and the number of people was small. Therefore, this invasion of Youzhou was naturally mainly Goguryeo.

"How could Fuyu's army have time to attack this gate? Could it be... Could it be that the other two city gates have been controlled by them?"

When Zhao Yun thought of this, he became anxious and left Li Mang again, spared the spearmen and shield soldiers around him, and ran towards the north gate.

But he had just escaped from the siege of Goguryeo's personal soldiers and had just run far away. Suddenly, several sharp arrows shot from behind. Zhao Yun heard the sound and hurriedly dodged, avoiding most sharp arrows, but was still wiped by one of the arrows against his neck.

A burst of scorching pain suddenly came from the skin on his neck, but Zhao Yun ignored it and lay down, pressed against the horse's back, speeding at a high speed.

"Hey...that man, you are Zhao Yun, just take me a hammer..."

When a general Fu Yu saw him, he immediately recognized him. Without saying a word, he held a sledgehammer and smashed him over.

"Dang..." Zhao Yun raised his gun and blocked it. Although his martial arts were above the other party, he had been fighting hard for a long time and consumed a lot of physical strength. Moreover, the opponent used heavy weapons. This block made his arms a little hurt.

"Ha, you are such a big name, it seems that this is the case. I'm going to settle your head."

General Yu laughed wildly and smashed him over again.

Zhao Yun did not confront him head-on. He stabbed forward with a silver spear and stabbed against the edge of the opponent's sledgehammer. Then, in the flash, Zhao Yun used all his strength and quickly tamped the opponent's sledgehammer from the side.

"What?" Before the barbarian general could react, Zhao Yun's spearhead pierced out at a very fast speed. Then, a blood hole appeared on the barbarian general's neck.

"Gahumi was killed. That man is really hateful. Let's go together to avenge him..."

Another general, Yu, led a large army and surrounded him.

Zhao Yun's face turned red, and his chest began to fluctuate violently, and he was obviously very tired.

"I can't fall...I can't fall...Xiangping City cannot be lost. Ziyang's revenge must be avenged...I want to cheer up, cheer up..."

He bit his tongue hard, forced himself to cheer up, his hands trembled, and moved a little.

The General Fu Yu quickly rushed to the front, and a big axe came straight into the door with a fierce axe.

A sharp light suddenly shot out from Zhao Yun's eyes: "I want to cheer up! Don't underestimate the enemy general. I am the general of the Great Han Dynasty's Western Expedition, Zhao Zilong, Changshan!"

This loud shout resounded through the sky. General Yu was so scared that he was a little stunned by the sudden loud shout.

"It's now!"

Zhao Yun had quick eyes and quick hands, and stabbed forward with a spear head.

"System prompt: Zhao Yun realized the new stunt 'Gentian' - the battlefield situation is not conducive to his own side. At the same time, when he rushed to the battlefield alone, he added 2 points of force and accumulated courage. For every 1 point of courage, he can increase 1 point of force and up to 4 points of courage."
Chapter completed!