"I want to see how many arrows you have.”
Guan Hai gritted his teeth. His eyes were red, and his hand that was holding the saber was white.
This kind of battle made him hold his breath in his heart and was about to vomit blood.
The Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry led Guan Hai's personal guards in a circle, killing the enemies as they ran. This feeling was simply too great.
Finally, when Guan Hai's personal guards had lost close to a thousand men, the Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry's arrows were used up.
"Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry, charge with me!"
Zhao Yun turned his horse around and pointed his Long Dan Liang Silver Spear at Guan Hai's personal guards.
The Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry weren't archers. They were spear cavalry, and the silver spears were their weapons. The bows and arrows were just a warm-up before the battle to wear down the enemy.
"Good! Kill them!"
After waiting for a long time, this moment had finally arrived. Guan Hai would not miss it, and immediately charged forward with his saber.
There was too much anger in his heart. If he did not vent it out, he was worried that he would suffocate to death.
Waving his broadsword, Guan Hai charged straight at Zhao Yun.
To capture a thief, one must first capture the king. To kill an enemy, one must first kill the general.
After killing Zhao Yun, this group of white-robed cavalrymen would naturally disperse.
When he got closer, from a distance of ten meters, he could see the faint smile on Zhao Yun's handsome face under the white helmet.
Hmm?
Is he mocking me?
Guan Hai was furious. He instantly closed the distance of ten meters and swung his broadsword towards Zhao Yun's head.
The smile on Zhao Yun's face remained, but her gaze was very calm.
The Long Dan Liang Silver Spear shook. Silver light flashed and a faint dragon's roar sounded.
Puchi!
The silver spear pierced Guan Hai's throat.
No, other than the fatal blow to his throat, there were five other injuries on his body.
There were bloody holes in his arms, heart, and thighs.
Clang!
At this moment, the saber in Guan Hai's hand suddenly shattered.
In that instant, Zhao Yun actually launched seven attacks.
What a fast gun!
Guan Hai's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and unwillingness. He hadn't attacked even once in this battle.
In the end, he fell from his warhorse with endless grievance and regret.
The Seven Probing Coiling Dragon Spear was a martial technique that Zhao Yun had comprehended.
Its lethality might not be as strong as the Torrential Pear Blossom Spear or the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear.
However, Zhao Yun believed that as she continued to perfect and improve, she would eventually surpass those two spear techniques.
This was because he had comprehended it himself, and it was the most suitable for him.
"The leader is dead?"
Guan Hai's personal guard was shocked. The Yellow Turban Army's most valiant general had been killed instantly by the white-robed silver-spear general?
This result was hard for them to accept.
At this moment, the 36 Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry had charged into the enemy group. Their silver spears danced and the pear blossoms in the sky fluttered, bringing with them a rain of blood.
On the other side, Chen Feng was training his Thunderous Sky-Breaking Halberd while leading the Heavy Armor Divine Power Battalion to charge through the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers.
The Heavy Armored Divine Power Battalion was neither fast nor slow, but the rumbling sounds were endless, and the ground was shaking.
No one could stop the assault of the Heavy Armored Divine Power Battalion. On the battlefield, they were like a moving killing machine, extremely terrifying.
Because of the heavy pressure brought by Chen Feng and Zhao Yun, the focus of the Yellow Turban Army had long shifted to them. The county soldiers guarding the city had escaped death and were panting on the city wall.
They were dumbfounded as they watched the battle outside the city.
Less than 400 people were able to charge and kill freely in the midst of tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans. No one could stop them. They were dumbfounded and their blood boiled.
"This isn't a battle, this is a massacre."”
Yes, this was a one-sided massacre.
A massacre of hundreds of people against tens of thousands of people.
It sounded so unbelievable. If it hadn't happened in front of their eyes, they would never have believed it.
Gao Ze looked back at the few county soldiers left and shook his head. The difference was huge.
They were defending the city, but under the premise that the Yellow Turban bandits deliberately went easy on them, they still lost more than half of them. There were only dozens of survivors.
Gao Ze knew very well that the Yellow Turban bandits 'target was not Zhending County, but Divine Wind General Chen Zilin.
If not for this, Zhen Ding County would have fallen long ago.
In comparison, even though there were hundreds of people, or even more county soldiers, and they had the advantage of the city walls, the combat strength they had shown was far inferior.
Now, Gao Ze firmly believed in the legends about Chen Feng.
He was just curious about how the Divine Wind General trained those soldiers.
"Chief Guan Hai has been killed.”
Initially, they wanted to avenge Guan Hai, but after fighting for a while, they sadly realized that continuing to fight would only increase the battle merits of the Heavy Armored Divine Strength Battalion and the Cloud Dragon Information Cavalry.
Immediately, the Yellow Turban soldiers lost their will to fight. Under the leadership of several deputy generals, they fled in a sorry state.
"Kill them!"
Chen Feng met up with Zhao Yun and led everyone in a chase. They only stopped after killing thousands of enemies.
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