Chapter 424 Ten Miles of Smoke and Dust

The scorching breath emanated from Sun Jian's mouth and nose, and the hot temperature that overflowed was the strong wind that accompanied it quickly cooled down. Sun Jian stared at the front with his eyes, ignoring the rapidly changing scenery beside him. In his eyes, there were only the two horses in front and two Yellow Turban generals on the horse.

These were the two men who were behind the back, and there were even a few Yellow Turban soldiers guarding them. In Sun Jian's opinion, this opportunity to take action was no better than this. Before, because of the huge number of Yellow Turban troops blocking him, it made him extremely difficult to move forward every step. But now, there are not so many soldiers anymore. Sun Jian must leave a Yellow Turban general to vent his anger.

Every pore on his body was open, and sweat beads were constantly flowing, and every drop of sweat beads was full of heat. If you ignore the armor you were wearing, you can see that Sun Jian's underwear was tightly pressed against his body at this moment, soaked in soaking, as if he had just been fished out of the water or had been hit by a heavy rain.

Compared to the heat on his body, Sun Jian's heart was cold and his brain was extremely calm. His toes gently tapped on the ground, and the moment he touched the ground, he suddenly tried to force forward, and his whole body rushed out like an arrow from a string.

Step by step, in Sun Jian's own opinion, the speed was very slow, but in the eyes of the bystanders, it became a sudden disappearing shadow. They had no way to grasp Sun Jian's position, because what they saw in their eyes actually broke like a dream bubble after a moment.

This is the wind. In the ancient stories, when a tiger appears, it will be accompanied by a bad wind. For Sun Jian, what he did was to completely abandon his physical strength and speed, put aside all his worries, and abandon all his worries, so that he could integrate into the wind and become a part of the flowing wind.

The muscles on his body are tensed, relaxed, and tense at every moment. A little bit of strength is squeezed out just for the current pursuit. In such a high-speed advance, Sun Jian's expression becomes ferocious, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks is carried backwards. This is because when he runs quickly, the faster his speed and the greater the resistance of the wind he is exposed to. The wind blowing against him, and Sun Jian has no time to control the muscles on his face, so he has the current expression.

He ran against the wind! The wind became one of the obstacles, but he was not taken seriously by Sun Jian. From beginning to end, the only two preys remained in his eyes and mind!

Sun Jian didn't know who said the nickname of the Jiangdong tiger first and who spread it. It seems that the Han army now, even among the Yellow Turban Army, as an enemy, has the name of the Jiangdong tiger. Since it is a tiger, it should have the power of the tiger itself. If it is not hunting its prey, it will not give up.

He smiled and temporarily placed his own settings as a person, imagining that he was a tiger, even the wind, and even the entire world. Only by integrating into it and becoming it can he possess the power of form and spirit.

His eyes raised, his eyes were deep and cold, and two flames rose from his pupils and eventually occupied them.

The ancient ingot knife was slanted behind him, and the blade cut through the entire air and the light suddenly twisted. An image of the broken void appeared, but it returned to normal in a short moment. A little bit of blood, a straight blood line, suddenly appeared on the way forward after Sun Jian passed by.

A yellow turban soldier looked down at his abdomen, looking disbelief. He covered the wound on his abdomen with his hands blankly until his palm touched the warm blood, and the pain followed. Yes, it was because there was no pain that he could not realize what had happened to him at the beginning, and even more so that the wound on his body appeared.

Until now, there was a severe pain. Some internal organs in the body were cut across with a knife. The pain of the separation of flesh and flesh occupied every nerve, leaving the soldier without time to think. He staggered, and the Yellow Turban soldier could no longer control his body and fell to the ground. When he was quickly approaching the ground, his consciousness finally blurred, he moved his neck hard and looked to the side. He saw the soldiers who left behind him and left behind him, and also had a diagonal cut on his body. Without thinking, he finally fell into the darkness.

A Yellow Turban soldier fell down, and the wounds on his body were different, all appeared in his lower abdomen. The blood flowing out of the wound quickly soaked the soil where they fell down and spread to the surroundings, leaving behind pools of blood. What finally appeared was a road forward, a road composed of countless blood, which was what could be captured, Sun Jian's trajectory.

A Han soldier who was fighting for life just now suddenly found that the enemy in front of him had already heard of it, and he couldn't help but look confused. The knife in his hand was still raised, ready to block the attack of a Yellow Turban soldier. However, the Yellow Turban soldier suddenly fell down! Looking at the Yellow Turban soldier lying on the ground and a circle of blood appeared under his body, he blurted out, "What happened?"

Looking at the comrades around him, looking at each other, everyone looked surprised and suspicious. But they all exhaled in an agreement. Fortunately, they were friends but not enemies, otherwise they might have become these Yellow Turban soldiers who could not even understand what happened. Because even those bystanders did not see clearly what happened, they could only see the bloodline that appeared on the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of them, and then the enemy suddenly fell down. How could these Yellow Turban soldiers who died suddenly know how they died?

Blood jumped on the ancient ingot knife, bounced up, scattered in the sky, fluttering. From a distance, it looked like red raindrops, falling, with a different kind of beauty and wonder. But it made people not have any thoughts of adornment, because this is a drop of blood, not a red raindrop, it is composed of the blood of a living person, causing a rain.

In front of the bloody rain curtain, what appeared was an extremely chic figure that was not even left behind. Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife was slanted behind him from beginning to end, without changing his position, and he did not need to make any moves. He ran past these Yellow Turban soldiers, and the Yellow Turban soldiers on the side of the ancient ingot knife were naturally killed.

The smoke and dust along the way continued to extend forward with the red rainfall along the way. I don’t know when it will stop. This is the most terrifying thing.

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yan's eyes were dumbfounded, and the speed of the archery was reduced again and again. Finally, he put away his bow and stopped trying to use the bow and arrow to stop the figure chasing behind him.

Each arrow shot in vain! This was something that was completely impossible to imagine in the past. Zhang Yan knew it himself. His riding and shooting was only average. He could hit four or five shots under the bumps of the war horse. But now, there was not even a single shot. The arrow heading towards the target brought encouragement and joy to Zhang Yan at the beginning, but afterwards, it brought loss, and even he gave up the useless bow and arrow in his hand, and even had deep doubts about his own archery skills.

The wind hit the face and rushed in from his nose, feeling that it was difficult to breathe, which made Zhang Yan feel a little panting. He had to open his mouth slightly and breathe with his nose to finally drive away this feeling.

Until now, Zhang Yan couldn't believe his eyes. However, the situations, scenes, and eyes that he saw were unable to deceive people. What he met was real. This kind of behavior of doubting his eyes was unimaginable to Zhang Yan in the past, but now this kind of thought emerged from his mind.

Fast, it was too fast. What made him even more frightened was the fall of the soldiers who left behind who blocked the Han army's pursuit, and the red line that quickly extended towards them.

The soldiers who could flow down the rear must have a determined desire to die, and the power they burst out in desperate situations was so great. Zhang Yan asked himself that he would feel it was difficult to face such a hundred soldiers. However, behind him, there were obviously more than one hundred soldiers, and they could not even have any obstacles or delays.

Now, the only thing that can be relied on is the war horse under his crotch? In such an environment, he didn't believe that with the speed of the war horse, he couldn't get rid of the person chasing behind! The war horse is just starting out and is still in the process of constantly accumulating momentum. As long as the time is longer, it will definitely be easy to get rid of him!

But Zhang Yan had to prepare for both hands. Since pulling the bow and shooting arrows could not stop the owner from approaching, he would give up. Because the long-term bow pulling had already made his right arm pulling the strings feel sore and painful. If he continues such meaningless things, he is afraid that he will not even have the strength to stab the gun in the end. Therefore, he had to prepare for the worst result, even if it was the most desperate moment.

Next to Zhang Yan, Guan Hai, who was running side by side with him, also had the same surprise, and the same chill rose from his heart. In Guan Hai's heart, he also placed his hope on his seat. I have to say that this is really a kind of irony, a great irony.

"I want to leave? It's not that simple." Zhan Feng's right arm holding the halberd left Zhan Gong's, and the halberd was still standing steadily. He smiled and looked at the backs of Zhang Yan and Guan Hai, which was quite meaningful.

He had no way to catch up. Even if he chased him, he would not rob the two of them when Sun Jian took action, because he failed once, and now it was Sun Jian's hunting time. But this does not mean that he could not take action to stop the departure of these two Yellow Turban enemy generals and keep them to face Sun Jian!

A cavalry passed by him, and when he passed by, two things were thrown down. Zhan Feng reached out to grab it, started with a long bow, and at the same time his body rotated around, his right arm stretched out like lightning, and the arrow pouch was started.

He lifted upwards and the arrow pouch fell to the ground. He had already grasped two feather arrows between the palms of his right hand. One was held in his mouth and the other was placed on the bowstring. As the longbow was pulled over, the feather arrow flew out with a "bang" sound.

His eyes were like lightning, and another feather arrow shot out, following closely behind the first feather arrow. The two arrows headed towards different targets, and the position they pointed was the rear hip of the war horse.

The horse's back hips are fleshy, but for the battle forward, his archery skills are enough to prune the feather arrow into the horse's back hips. At that time, it will not be as simple as the war horse's back pain. If it is just a normal arrow injury, the horse's speed may increase instead of decreasing, and run faster. This is exactly why many people will shake the horse's whip in their hands and hit the horse's back hips when they want to increase the speed of the horse, in order to make it hurt and force it to speed up.

But as long as the intensity increases and becomes severe pain, it will turn into a frightened horse at any time, making the rider unable to control the war horse and even fall off the horse's back. If the war horse is lost, then these two Yellow Turban generals will have no chance of escape.

Hearing the howling sound of feather arrows, Zhang Yan and Guan Hai both turned around and saw an extremely frightened scene. Their hearts fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and the two of them didn't even have the will to move, because it was useless, because the arrow came too fast.

The two of them said that the horse they were riding made a painful neigh, and the screams were shrill. A series of blood flashed out on the back hips of the horse. At the same time, one of the front hooves of a war horse made a crisp sound, and it was actually stumbled forward, and the entire horse's body also fell forward. Zhang Yan jumped off the horse quickly, rolled on the ground, and stood up again, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with soil, which was really heavy. However, compared to being pressed by the horse, this little injury was also affordable.

Guan Hai's war horse stood up, unlike Zhang Yan jumping off the war horse himself. Guan Hai on the horse's back was thrown off. Even though he clamped the horse's belly, the result was still not changed at all. He fell to the ground, and his back was in contact with the ground. The huge impact force caused him to spurt a large mouthful of blood from his mouth after he landed on the ground. The war horse ran forward with pain after the front hooves fell on the ground. Only a small cry of the tail feather could be seen on his hips, and the blood was flowing like a stream.

Compared to this, what attracted the attention of the two of them was the figure behind him who was like a ghost, chasing him reluctantly. As long as he stopped, it would probably not take long before he would come to him?

(End of this chapter)
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