Yuwen Zhong stood at the top of the city wall with a expressionless face: What’s the use of just having a passion! In the end, you still have to use your strength to speak!

"You, go and kill him!" He pointed at one of the generals and said.

This man's eyes were sharp and his face was always cold. He was a side branch of the Yuwen clan, named Yuwen Jia. He was one of the best fighting masters in the Xianbei Yuwen clan. He was good at using big swords and was reported to have had the tragic experience of fighting wolves with bare hands.

Yuwen Jia nodded arrogantly, walked away without saying a word.

A moment later, Yuwen Jia and Zhang Liao met unexpectedly, wearing all over their bodies.

"If you want to be a grandfather, it depends on whether you have the ability!" Yuwen Jia said coldly in Xianbei.

"I'll go on!" Just like Yuwen Jia doesn't understand Chinese, Zhang Liao doesn't understand Xianbei. When he saw Yuwen Jiawuli, he immediately said.

The two of them were getting faster and faster, and soon, they met on the back of the horse.

"Take me a move and slash it horizontally!" Yuwen Jia shouted loudly, and the big knife in his hand smashed down like a waterfall.

Zhang Liao blocked the spear and heard a jingling sound. The weapons were handed over and the attack was steadily taken.

"Slay again, kill again!" Yuwen Jia shouted repeatedly, and the big sword in his hand slashed towards Zhang Liao from both left and right angles.

The mighty big sword and the cold light made the soldiers watching the battle not doubt at all. If they were beaten, it would be a tragic scene of separation of flesh and blood.

Zhang Liao's face was not at all anxious, but he calmly took down all Yuwen Jia's offensive.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them went back and forth, and they immediately went for five or six rounds!

"It's all your attack just now, and next, it's my turn!" Zhang Liaoxing's eyes flashed in an instant.

"The first method of killing slaves is to kill the Huns!" A gun shadow pierced through the air, like a rapid impact of the Xiaolong, slashing down like lightning.

Yuwen Jia looked solemn, and only felt a dazzling light shot towards his eyes, forcing him to close his eyes to relieve the dazzling light.

In a crisis, he blocked his sword, but his intuition was empty!

Dida, large pieces of blood flowed down. Yuwen Jia lowered his head and realized that a deep bone-spotted blood scar was cut across his chest. This shot almost cut his heart.

"How could Yuwen's family be defeated!" Yuwen Jia roared.

"The second method of killing slaves and spears, slaughtering Xianbei!" Zhang Liao was as calm as a mountain, and his tone did not change at all.

The gun is moving, the handle, the body, the head of the gun is moving, and the endless gun shadows are covering Yuwen Jia, which is the power of shock and illusion.

The sharp gun shot swept across all directions. I want to slaughter the Xianbei. How can I keep people under the gun?

Yuwen Jia was shocked. He could not tell which gun shadow was real and which one was empty in this endless gun shadow. He could only dance the big sword into airtight sword shadows, focusing on protecting his throat.

The gun fell!

Yuwen Jia froze. He lowered his head and bowed his head, but he could not bend down. Seeing the blood hole pierced in his abdomen, he felt a sense of relief. The scene before his death was the scene of his grandfather sneering at his mother. Perhaps he shouldn't have come to this world.

Zhang Liao shook his body and Yuwen Jia's body was thrown off the horse's back.

In the Yuwen cavalry formation, the terrified and confused eyes were so similar, as if they had an infectious disease called panic. The horses seemed to feel their master's fearful heart and their uneasy horse hooves stepped on four steps.

"Kill!" Zhang Liao saw that the enemy's morale plummeted, which was a good opportunity to defeat the enemy. He immediately issued an order to charge the three armies without hesitation!

"It should have been like this long ago. If I don't kill hundreds of people under my axe, how can I be hungry and thirsty?" Xu Huang held his iconic axe and laughed.

"Kill!" The three thousand Lu Bu cavalry yelled in unison, with amazing momentum. No matter how powerful the combat power is, it would be great to shout slogans!

Yuwen Zhong was closely watching the battle at the top of the city. Seeing that Yuwen Jia, who had high hopes, was killed in the horse in just a few rounds, he suddenly realized that something big was going to happen. Yuwen Jia was not only appreciated by him, but also a generation of generals who were known for being brave and admired by the soldiers in the army. Now that he died so simply, his morale was not so loud!

"Ming Jin to withdraw the troops!" Yuwen Zhong ordered in a deep voice.

The generals on the city tower were stunned, and a general who was familiar with military tactics was anxious and advised: No, when morale was falling, he would give his back to the enemy. If he did not order the battle to death, I saw that although the slogan on the opposite side was loud, most of the soldiers had a tender face and had no blood and murderous aura. Maybe they were new recruits. In this way, it is unknown who would win!

Yuwen Zhong pondered and looked down. But he saw Zhang Liao and Xu Huang as his leader, with a gun and an axe, and a life would be necessary. The cavalry behind them screamed excitedly, as if there was a mountain ahead, and it would be flattened.

"Get out!" Yu Wen Zhong's eyes closed, then let go, and ordered in a deep voice.

The general is the courage of the soldiers. A group of lions led by a sheep cannot beat a group of sheep led by a lion, let alone two tigers leading the way. Perhaps, he should not agree to fight the general at all. When he agrees to fight the general, he falls into the enemy's trick!

Yuwen Zhong insisted on his own, and no one dared to persuade him again. Suddenly, the sound of gold that shook the sky and sounded across the city tower.

When the Yuwen cavalry, who were struggling to resist, heard this sound, it was like hearing the immortal sound. They were good at invasion, sneak attack, and hitting sticks, but not head-on battles. Whoever is less life than anyone else, no one wants to die, and the popular spy concept in the Yuwen clan is to walk in the dark, miss a single blow, and flee thousands of miles away.

I'm not good at fighting head-on, I'm really good at running away!

When Yuwen's cavalry heard that he could retreat into the city, he suddenly burst out with great momentum. He rode his horse, turned around, and did it in one go, wishing that there was a flat grassland in front of him.

I would like to turn into a wild horse, with green grasslands under my feet. This sentence can be said to express the voice of Yuwen’s cavalry at this moment.

The cavalry led by Zhang Liao and Xu Huang were like the hunting Iron Cavalry of Death. The Yuwen Cavalry landed on the last side and died tragically under guns.

The screams before death made the Yuwen Cavalry, who wanted to transform into a wild horse, wished to have eight more hooves. However, even if the Yuwen Cavalry turned into a wild horse, he did not see the plain grassland. Instead, he saw the crowded heads blocking the road to escape.

Why do the people ahead live and the people behind die? Why do they block my way to escape?

Fear, panic, and chaos devoured the heart. As the first person secretly took out a sharp blade towards his companion, the Yuwen cavalry suddenly fell into a whirlpool of fighting each other and fighting for the road.

Zhang Liao and Xu Huang gradually calmed down, but this calmness was caused by the scimitar waved at their companions without hesitation. The Xianbei people were really a despicable nation. In order to survive, they actually waved the butcher sword to their former companions.

A cold and coldness invaded the hearts of the two. Their eyes were complicated and inexplicable. Compared to the chasing them, the people fighting in front of them were more like evil ghosts!
Chapter completed!