When Zhao Yun first arrived at Yangping Pass, he saw that the place was dangerous and difficult to attack. He followed the trick of retreating to lure the main force in Yangping Pass to pursue it and set up an ambush on the slashing valley road, intending to defeat the main force of the Hanzhong army in one fell swoop.

Zhao Yun's plan was successful. He waited for his leisure. With the terrain of the slanting valley road, the elite soldiers and generals of Guanzhong were brave. The soldiers and horses under his command were like tigers coming out of the cage, and they rushed towards the Hanzhong army in bloody storm.

The generals among the ten eagle-feathered arrows were each responsible for their troops and were not polite to the Hanzhong army. They set up their formations and shouted from afar, rushing and fighting like a wind and clouds.

The soldiers of Guanzhong waved their weapons into the flock of sheep like tigers. After they rushed the Hanzhong army into sections, they wiped out them one after another. After several times, the Hanzhong army went to the seventh pavilion in the ten pavilions, and most of the soldiers were desperate. On the battlefield, those who died in battle died, those who surrendered, and those who dispersed, and the 50,000 Hanzhong elites in Yangping Pass were completely destroyed by Zhao Yun.

Seeing that the elite ghost soldiers under him were beaten by Zhao Yun, beaten, subdued, and closed, Zhang Wei's heart couldn't help but bleeding.

Zhao Zilong, you are the number one general under Yuan Shang, the commander-in-chief of Yongliang. He is facing the front-line attack on the pass, but he is actually using this trick of retreat to ambush me?

Too despicable, too bearish, too uneducated, too rude!

"Route troops and set up formations! I will personally welcome the enemy!" Zhang Wei roared loudly.

Beside Zhang Wei, Yang Ang hurriedly advised: "Ghost Head's High Priest, no! Zhao Yun had already made arrangements, and the soldiers were strong and brave, so how could we defeat him? We must not compete with him at this time! It is better to withdraw our troops quickly and defend Yangping Pass!"

"Return to Shouyangping Pass? No!"

Zhang Wei pulled out his sword with a "clang" and said angrily: "The ghost soldiers I have trained for many years are now lost in the hands of Zhao Yun. They are killed and killed. How can I swallow this tone? After I return to the gate, what will I look like to meet the department? You don't have to say much, just kill the enemy and make achievements!"

After saying that, Zhang Wei grabbed the horse's belly and took the lead in killing Yuan army in Guanzhong. Yang Ren and Yang Ang looked at each other and had no choice but to summon the remaining troops around him to maintain their formation and follow him quickly.

Seeing that the enemy's chief general rose up and led his troops to come, the Yuan army troops did not seem to be surprised. The leaders commanded the troops to stand firmly, and fought in formation, waiting for the Yu army who was waiting for Zhang Wei.

Just when Zhang Wei's Yu army had more than a hundred arrows left by Wenji's army, he suddenly heard the sound of "dongdong" drums. Wenji's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his weapons and ordered his soldiers to disperse on both sides.

As soon as Wenji's troops dispersed, they saw a cavalry of about thousands of people walking on trivial horse hoof steps from behind to the front of the formation. The cavalry did not wear flags, were wearing exquisite light armor, and each held arc-shaped Xiongnu-style steel swords, which were not majestic. They were all fierce and fierce, staring at the Yujuns in Hanzhong with malicious intentions.

Yang Ang beside Zhang Wei looked carefully for a while, then his face turned pale. He trembled and said, "Ghost Head Master, this battle is incredible. That is the Wuji Cavalry under Zhao Yun's command!"

When talking about Wuji, all the generals and officials in Hanzhong were shocked!

That was a frontal battle. The elite cavalry of Cao Cao's Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were destroyed. They were the most powerful troops under Yuan Shang. Zhao Yun even used it. Obviously, he had a firm determination to win the battle.

Zhang Wei snorted coldly and said, "So what about Wuji Cavalry Camp? Such an ugly name must be much more powerful!"

Behind Zhang Wei, the generals of Hanzhong suddenly looked dark.

Wuji Cavalry Camp... This person is both ugly, vulgar and disgusting. It is true. I don’t know what Yuan Shang had in his mind that he actually gave such a rustic name to such a powerful army.

But the problem is, it is true that they have strong combat power.

The army that can hit the flying tiger and leopard cavalry head-on can match the Hanzhong army, which is in a stable corner?

Unfortunately, the Hanzhong generals had no time to persuade them to say these words, and the Wuji Cavalry had already attacked.

The iron-headed leader, who was in charge, put a piece of booze on his nose, then wiped the mane on his horse's head, and shouted at the top of his throat.

"Brothers, let's do it, Hanzhong dog crying and calling for his parents!"

In an instant, the Wuji cavalry rushed to the middle of the battlefield. They shouted, let out the roar of a wolf, showing their cruel beastly nature. They formed a formation, charged and stepped on horseback, raised and fell, and slashed back and forth...

Accompanied by the extremely fearful screams, Zhang Wei's Yu army was dispersed in just one charge. The three thousand most elite cavalry charged bravely, and they were the most powerful cavalry in the world. How could the Hanzhong remnants be able to stop it?

The remnants of the Hanzhong Army were killed by Wuji cavalry and fled everywhere, dodging and crying. The kung fu was probably only one stick of incense. Yu Yong, who finally rose up in the end, was also crushed into powder under the footsteps of Wuji Camp. In the central army formation, Zhang Wei's desperate voice came out.

"The whole army retreats quickly! Don't fight in love, retreat back to Yangping Pass! Hurry~~!" There is no need to order at all. The Hanzhong Army was already scared by the Wuji Cavalry Camp and retreated in fear. At this moment, no one would fight against the Guanzhong Army, which was far higher than theirs for Zhang Wei's shame and anger.

Zhang Wei's face was ashamed, and with the protection of his left and right, he turned his horse's head and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, it is obviously too late to leave at this time.

On their left, a Biao army suddenly came to the top of the banner, with a huge character "Zhao". Wherever they went, the defeated troops in Hanzhong fled one after another. One of the generals under the banner, wearing a bright silver dragon's head, wearing a white Zhanjing mail, wearing a plain robe, and carrying a long spear, like a god who came to the world.

Although he didn't know him, Zhang Wei could basically guess who this person was.

"Zhao Zilong, Changshan...that butcher!"

Zhao Yun looked quietly at Zhang Wei and the Hanzhong generals beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was calculating, but no one knew what he was calculating.

Beside Zhao Yun, Jia Kui, one of the ten eagle-embled arrows, commanded the generals to come forward to capture the enemy, but Zhao Yun suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't move, these little fat sheep are mine!"

Jia Kui was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly, knowing that the governor's old habit had been dealt with again.

"That... Zilong, you are now the Grand Governor of Yongliang, and you don't need to use a head to exchange meals with your lord."

Zhao Yun suddenly woke up when he heard this, and then his face turned red and he whispered in shame.

"Sorry... I'm afraid of being poor."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Wei and others from afar.

"Who are you waiting for? Report to the name! Zhao Yun will not kill the nameless person under the gun!"

Zhang Wei knew that he could not escape at this time, so he did not hide it. He shouted loudly: "I am the general of the Central Army of Hanzhong Town, and the teacher Zhang Lu is under the guidance of the ghost head priest Zhang Wei!"

Zhao Yun was stunned when he heard this, as if he was a little confused, and turned to ask Jia Kui, "What is this ghost-headed priest's position? How many little fat sheep can you change?"

Jia Kui smiled bitterly and sighed in his heart.

This Grand Governor Yongliang is really a waste of mud and cannot be supported by the wall. He is born to beg for food.

On the other side, Yang Ren and Yang Ang had already walked out, raising their swords together and rushed towards Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun had a small eye and rode out on his horse, like a white light, rushing towards the two generals like flying.

The three cavalry charged and Yang Ang took the lead. Seeing the fight, Zhao Yun's tongue thundered, he shouted loudly, and stabbed Yang Ang with a gun. Yang Ang was shocked. The long sword was erected, and a loud sound was loud. The ring-headed sword was hit by Zhao Yun's huge force. The sword was shattered into countless pieces and splashed everywhere. Zhao Yun's silver spear remained uninterrupted, and it had penetrated into Yang Ang's chest.

"Brother!" Yang Ren over there saw his brother and his flesh were stabbed to death by Zhao Yun. He was so sad and angry that he rode his horse and waved his sword and roared.

Yang Ren is tall. If he is described as a modern person, he should have two meters of zero. He is the most brave general in Hanzhong. He has a strong attack, strong force and weight a thousand pounds.

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes, looked at Yang Ren running towards him, and suddenly shook his hand, pulled out the spear in his hand, and flew straight towards Yang Ren's chest.

So awesome! Yang Ren exclaimed, but he didn't expect that Zhao Yun would play like this. The spear flew too fast, and the distance was close, so he didn't give Yang Ren the chance to think about how to avoid it. He just subconsciously turned his body to the side with the reaction ability he had developed over the years.

With a "swoosh", the spear flew over Yang Ren's chest with a cold wind. Then, it was nailed to the grass behind, and a click! The entire spear head was completely infiltrated.

Before Yang Ren could stand up, Zhao Yun arrived on a pegasus. He jumped, left his horse, stretched out his palm, put five fingers together, and slashed at Yang Ren's throat.

Suddenly, it hit Yang Ren's throat, making him dizzy and unable to breathe. A mouthful of blood was spurted out and he fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yun picked up Yang Ren's knife, rode on Yang Ren's horse, waved his hand and chopped off his head!

"If you don't surrender again, these two people will end up!" Zhao Yun roared loudly.

Yang Ren and Yang Ang were two of the most fighting generals under Zhang Lu, Hanzhong. Sumeru was killed by Zhao Yun. Zhang Wei and his remaining troops exclaimed, then dismounted and knelt on the ground. Even Zhang Wei himself was surrendered.

Jia Kui, one of the eagle-embled arrows, rode up and bowed to Zhao Yun, and said respectfully: "The Grand Commander-in-Chief is invincible! He is truly a great general! Not to mention Lu Bu's rebirth, even Xiang Yu's rebirth is nothing more than this!"

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "What's the point of a mere small victory?"

Jia Kui shook his head and said, "Grandmaster, otherwise, in today's battle, the Grandmaster marched and set up a formation, leaving no 50,000 enemy troops to escape. He picked up a gun and slashed Yang with his hand, raised his arms and shouted, and scolded the enemy's commander Yu General to stop his hand. Who in the world can match this power? After today's battle, the Grandmaster's Tiger Stepping in Guanxi will surely stun the Chinese and make the princes scared!"

Zhao Yun laughed and said, "This is all the credit for the soldiers of the three armies to fight the enemy bravely. What does it have to do with me? Jia Kui, you praise me so much."

After saying that, Zhao Yun turned his head and shouted at the soldiers of the three armies: "Soldiers!"

The three armies all respected their heads.

"The Governor's Divine Power! The Governor's Divine Power! The Governor's Divine Power"

Zhao Yun said loudly: "Today's battle is not my fault, but it is really your hard work!"

"The governor is humble! The governor is humble! The governor is humble!"

Zhao Yun said again: "Thank you all the soldiers! I will reward you well tonight!"

"The governor is kind! The governor is kind! The governor is kind!"

Zhao Yun's face turned a little: "I will treat you tonight... to eat the little fat sheep!"

“…………”

Behind Zhao Yun, Jia Kui sighed helplessly.

"Grandmaster, everything is good, but he is born with a wolf bone. When she says sheep, her legs are weak, and he deserves to beg for life."
Chapter completed!