A Weird Theater That Started In London

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The corpses outside the stone building were everywhere, and heavy snow fell on the messy corpses in the sky, killing and desolate.

There is a flag buried in the snow, and the words "Zhou" and "Du" on it have become blurred due to the long expectation in the mud and snow.

More than a dozen Xiongnu soldiers wearing felt hats rushed desperately, either falling into the snow and unable to pull out for a while, or tripping over the dense corpses in the snow.

"kill!"

"The Han army is victorious!"

In the horrified eyes of the foreign race, iron horses whizzed past, and the sharp ring-headed knife brought blood.

At the same time, a banner that read "Zhao" floated, and on the back of a white horse, Zhao Yun, who was eight feet tall and majestic, was carrying a tasseled spear, looking around, no one dared to follow him. Look at each other.

If it hadn’t been seen with his own eyes, the foreign soldiers would have never imagined that the young white-robed general in front of him was so fierce.

His gun is too fast.

Even the eagle shooters on the grassland who are known for their extraordinary vision can only see bright silver lines when the spears are flying.

Silver gun and white horse Zhao Zilong!

Looking at the spears flying in the sky, Du Quan felt desperate. Except for the victorious general who was "full of courage", he really couldn't think of anyone who could bring such a great pressure to himself, just like the Lu Bu he encountered yesterday. , Just look at it from a distance, can't help but stand upright.

On the side, Zhou Tian was stunned, and the hand holding the spear also oozes cold sweat: "Is this Zhao Yun?! Changshan Country does not belong to Youzhou... No, isn't it in Jizhou? How could it appear in Bingzhou? !"

Isn't this Zhao Yun?

The two looked at each other. According to the historical process, Zhao Yun should have taken refuge in the White Horse General Gongsun Zan and served as the dub under his command. He was not reusable, and then he went to work under Liu Huangshu.

However, the pressure brought by the young white-robed player is no less than facing Lu Bu, and he is good at using a spear, coupled with this handsome appearance, who else can he be?

"It's not that Lu Li went to Changshan Country specially to cut Gongsun Zan's Hu?"

Zhou Tian was active and thought of a possibility. Although it was only a few years, it was really not difficult to see that the opponent was caught in the siege in the Bingzhou Army. When he was caught in a siege, he attracted Lu Bu to save him. I am afraid that he was deeply affected. The original pet letter.

"It must be so!"

Du Quan held the ring-headed broadsword and stared at the front, guarding against Zhao Yun's attack.

In fact, when he thought that this fateful enemy had successfully embraced his thighs and that he was now in a desperate situation, Du Quan felt sorrow and grief in his heart.

If you didn't betray the governor Zhang Yi, and didn't turn to Zuo Xian, you could join the army camp and be brothers with the legendary figures of Lu Bu and Zhang Liao, right?

Just as his thoughts were flying, Zhao Yun, who was playing the role of Reaping Death, felt a little bit. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Du Quan and Zhou Tian.

When he met Zhao Yun's sight, Zhou Tian felt a chill in his back, like falling into an ice cellar. He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart: Lao Tzu is the executioner of the White Church and the soldier who came out of the meat grinder in Arnhem!

Death is not terrible.

But you must not die like a miscellaneous soldier!

At this point, he raised his eyes and stared ahead, grasping the spear in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, the journey of our two brothers in the Eastern Han Dynasty is over."

"Thank you for being a thousand miles away, and for bringing soldiers to come and take refuge in me."

"Hahaha, the next world will be over again." Du Quan laughed, "Speaking of which, I can be an opponent of Lu Bu and Zhang Liao, and I will die under Zhao Yun's gun in the end. It is not ashamed!"

"Who in the world can enjoy this kind of treatment?"

When the words fell, he added in his heart:

Brother God, after the Battle of Arnhem, I only got 800 points, and I need 1,000 points for resurrection. Only you can transfer 2,000 points without saying a word. This kindness I will remember Du Quan for a lifetime!

Thinking of this, he raised his head and stared ahead, Zhao Yun's bravery and powerfulness could no longer shake his confidence...

In addition, only by comprehending the battle spirit can he know how strong he is after entering this realm, and among the people present, he is the only one who can be called a real military commander and is qualified to fight.

At this time, Zhao Yun had already noticed Zhou and Du. In fact, this remnant army was mainly composed of Qiang and Huns. Suddenly two Hans appeared, and it was hard not to notice.

Not only that, but observing the postures of these two people will know that it is not a leisure time—

The miscellaneous soldiers ran desperately, but they sat on the horse, staring straight at themselves, their eyes flashing with fighting spirit and death will.

After picking and killing two foreign soldiers, Zhao Yun suddenly stopped the spear and said loudly on the horseback: "surrender, you can avoid death!"

At the point of the gun, a Huns soldier swallowed his saliva and forcibly stopped his trembling body, and shouted in blunt Chinese: "General forgive me!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun smiled contemptuously, and then took the cherry spear, and the Huns immediately turned over from sitting on their backs, knelt on the ground, and knocked their heads like garlic: "Thank the general for not killing, thank you for not killing!"

"I am Ding Gong's pioneer, Changshan Zhao Zilong."

When the words fell, there were shouts coming from the black and white crowds:

"The general is mighty! The general is mighty!"

Zhou Tian tilted his head to glance, his brows wrinkled slightly, weapons, armor, and military flags were thrown everywhere, and most of the surrenders were Qiang people, and many Huns still held them in their hands and stood in place——

They were the warriors that King Zuo Xian gave to Du Quan. If they returned to the grassland, Du Quan would be the patriarch. Now that King Zuo Xian, King Guli, and Wan Qi Chang have all been killed, they have only this one to rely on.

Therefore, no drop!

"Come and give the name."

At this time, Zhao Yun stood up the gentian silver spear in his hand and said loudly: "You have the qualification to let me know the name."

"Hebei Du Quan!" Du Quan's eyes solemnly reported his true identity.

For him, betraying the governor Zhang Yi is an inexhaustible stain. If so, then people will die. At this moment, he stands in the position of a military general and fights fairly with Zhao Yun——

The generals are their own masters. It is fate to die on the battlefield, and it is still to fight the man that you have most admired. What's so terrible?

On the contrary, he began to keep fighting in his heart, clenching the ring-headed sword in his hand, and the jail canthus behind him also kept roaring, as if proclaiming that he was ready to find a chance in the desperate situation.

Looking at the strange beast with the jackal dragon head, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with solemnity. The opponent is not simple, and it is difficult to win within ten times.

As for Sunday.

Until now, he still hasn't understood the soul of war, but he has no ambition to do anything.

"This is a Han Jiang~www.NovelMTL.com~ but it's a thief."

With a sigh full of regret, Zhao Yun rushed up with the momentum of the Ten Thousand Armies.

clang!

Snow dust rose into the sky.

The sound of Jintiejiao was deafening.

Ten times, undefeated.

Twenty-one, undefeated.

Thirty-six together, gaze at the head.

The gentian shining silver spear pierced Du Quan's chest, and then, the sound of the separation of flesh and blood sounded.

Only one fire phoenix fluttered in the center of the battlefield.

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