Chapter 995 Zhang Liao Fenwei

Therefore, under the acceleration of the five hundred cavalry, the distance between the two armies naturally closed quickly.

"Um?"

"I am Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen, and I will die as a barbarian!"

Zhang Liao roared angrily, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, held the yellow dragon hook and sickle in his hand, and rushed into the Xianbei cavalry, killing them.

Sa!

The Yellow Dragon Hook sickle swept through thousands of troops, cutting into the body of the Xianbei cavalry without any hindrance. It cut into the body of one Xianbei cavalry, cut out easily, and then cut into the body of another Xianbei cavalry. Three Xianbei cavalry were all struck by the Yellow Dragon Hook. The sickle cut across, and as the war horses galloped and bumped, the upper bodies of the three men fell to the ground together, and were trampled into pulp by the horses' hooves.

Naturally, Zhang Liao didn't have a good attitude towards this group of thieves who attacked his hometown, and all his anger was vented from the yellow dragon hook sickle in his hand. He was seen waving his long sword, slashing left and right. The martial arts of the Xianbei cavalry were not worth mentioning in front of him. They were all knocked off their horses, wailing and screaming.

As a general, Zhang Liao naturally wore heavy armor, so he was not afraid of the attacks from these Xianbei cavalry at all, they were just scratching his itch.

Five hundred cavalry followed Zhang Liao, using Zhang Liao as an arrow, like a sharp arrow thrust into the Xianbei cavalry formation, extremely sharp.

As the two armies fought, the speed of the Xianbei cavalry inevitably slowed down. Thousands of Bingzhou cavalry from behind also rushed up and charged into the Xianbei cavalry formation, moving forward inexorably.

"I am Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen, who dares to fight with me?"

Zhang Liao waved his yellow dragon hook sickle while shouting his name loudly with great authority. The surrounding Xianbei cavalry were afraid to avoid fighting Zhang Liao.

Zhang Liao slashed left and right while shouting his name. No one around him dared to stop him. When he glanced around, he saw only a man riding a horse under the flag, and his eyes froze.

"follow me!"

Hundreds of personal guards followed Zhang Liao and charged forward, aiming directly at Suonu!

"Little Marshal, Zhang Wenyuan, it's Zhang Wenyuan!" the Xianbei cavalry on the side exclaimed.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't he just a Han slave?" Zuo Nu said angrily.

Having said that, the sight of Zhang Liao fighting bravely, with rivers of blood flowing all the way, also made Zuo Nu tremble with fear, and he couldn't help but say: "Go to the west and hide for a while."

"Yes!" Hearing Zuo Nu say this, his subordinates naturally breathed a sigh of relief and rushed towards the west around him.

Zhang Liao led five hundred cavalry and charged forward, but anyone who stood in front of him was cut into two pieces by the yellow dragon hook and sickle, forcing a bloody path, but Zuo Nu was no longer where he was.

"Kill out!"

Zhang Liao led five hundred personal guards and continued to attack all the way, and unexpectedly killed them out of the tens of thousands of troops.

"Kill back!"

Zhang Liao and his five hundred personal guards turned their horses around, changed directions, and charged in again. The Xianbei cavalry gathered here was naturally much denser than before, so Zhang Liao was able to show his majesty. He slashed left and right with the yellow dragon hook and sickle, killing more than ten people in succession. The black heavy armor on his body had been dyed dark red, and he was majestic. His face also looked ferocious at this moment. Some people would probably believe him if they said he was an evil ghost killed from hell.

The Xianbei cavalry's riding and shooting skills are indeed far better than those of the Central Plains cavalry, but when it comes to head-on confrontation, the latter cannot compare to the former. Although the number of the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry was half of the enemy's, Zhang Liao's brave fighting greatly boosted the morale of the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry and actually suppressed the enemy's momentum.

Zhang Liao kept shouting his name and rushed to kill everywhere. Everywhere he went, there were corpses everywhere and the ground was in a mess.

"Commander, otherwise, shall we retreat? He is really terrible." The soldier on the side said in a trembling voice.

"Withdraw the troops? Withdraw the troops, how can I explain to Shan Yu?" Zuo Nu said angrily. Ke Bi Neng thought so highly of himself that he called himself Shan Yu and ordered his subordinates to call him that.

"Xiao Shuai, Xiao Shuai!" the soldier screamed: "He's coming, he's coming, Zhang Wenyuan is coming to kill him!"

"Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen is here, the thief slave shall die!"

Zhang Wenyuan charged forward with great momentum, his eyes fixed on Zuonu like an arrow, and he almost shot out.

"Xiao Shuai, let's go?"

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Zuo Nu actually began to waver in his heart. Zhang Liao seemed to be a devil in his eyes. If he charged forward, he would probably be cut into two pieces.

But when I think of Kebineng's methods, if I escape, it will be worse than death. Maybe my wife and children will be demoted as slaves!

And at this moment of confusion, Zhang Liao had already pounced on him.

"Thief slave! Do you know Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen!"

A loud shout was like thunder on the ground, Zhang Liao had already galloped up on horseback, and aimed his yellow dragon hook sickle at Suonu.

Buzz!

Zonu was shocked and hurriedly raised his spear to resist. The two swords collided together instantly, making a sound of gold and iron. The people around him only felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, but Zonu's arms were almost broken, and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat.

After finally catching the enemy leader, Zhang Liao certainly refused to let him go. He used a yellow dragon hook sickle in his hand to display eighteen kinds of martial arts, slashing, sweeping, cutting and slashing. All his life-long martial arts skills were used. Zuo Nu only I felt the wind of knives blowing around my body, causing pain all over my body.

Under Zhang Liao's fierce attack, Suo Nu could only parry but had no power to fight back. His whole body was brought into Zhang Liao's rhythm. However, after only eight or nine moves, both arms were numb. It's just holding on.

when!

Zhang Liao thrust upward with force, but Suo Nu couldn't hold the weapon in his hand, and the spear was thrown away by Huanglonggou's sickle.

"Thieves slaves shall die!"

Zhang Liao roared angrily, exerted 100% of his strength on his arms, and struck down with this sword as if Pangu was about to separate the heaven and the earth, aiming at Zuonu's head.

Zuo Nu was shocked and subconsciously raised his big bow to resist. As a young commander of Xianbei, the bow and arrows in his hands were naturally made of iron, which was different from ordinary people. Therefore, Huanglonggou's sickle struck the iron bow and drew a spark. However, the iron bow was weak after all. After a little resistance, it was cut into two pieces.

However, thanks to such a deflection, Huanglonggou's sickle failed to split Zuonu's head with one strike. Instead, it tilted slightly to the side and landed on his shoulder.

"ah!"

Zonu let out a miserable cry, and the sharp and heavy knife fell on his shoulder. Without any hindrance, Zonu's arm was cut off directly.

Drenched with blood, Zuo Nu almost fainted, but his survival instinct made him endure the pain, turned around and rode away.

"Thief slave, where are you running!" Zhang Liao was naturally unwilling to give up and chased after him.