Chapter 117 The white-robed general

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Behind him, thousands of cavalry followed.

Obviously the number is very small compared to the 30,000 Yellow Turbans, but Zhang Niujiao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, showed a look of jealousy.

Last time, it was this white-robed young general who ruined his big thing.

How is he not afraid?

It's just that he is now in an army of 30,000 and has countless subordinates with him, and he still has great confidence.

Thirty thousand to one thousand, how to see how to win.

However, war is never decided by numbers.

When the white-robed young general raised his arms and shouted and took the lead, the breath of the thousand cavalry suddenly connected, and they also formed a whole.

The momentum is so strong that it even exceeds the momentum of the 30,000 Yellow Turban Army.

Immediately, he shot three arrows in a row, and the arrows did not miss, and he shot the three commanders of the Yellow Turban Army.

Immediately, he led a large army to kill.

The Yellow Turban Army was slightly chaotic.

But there was no great chaos.

The Yellow Turban Army, which shouted "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand", will not be afraid of the death of a few people, and their morale will never be released.

What's more, this yellow scarf is the best of the best.

When the white-robed junior general shot the three Yellow Turban Commanders, the Taiping Daoists in the Yellow Turban Army also began to attack.

On the battlefield, lightning and thunder began.

Those lightning bolts were not as powerful as the lightning in real nature, but they were extremely close to the ground and kept flashing on the heads of the Han cavalry.

Every time the flicker fell, several or even several people would be hit hard by the lightning and fall under the horse.

If it were replaced by an iron-blooded and even terrifying Han cavalry, perhaps the spirit of thousands of people would offset the thunder and lightning falling from the sky, but obviously, although this cavalry had the same order, he had not seen much blood, and he had no evil spirit.

Therefore, the Dao attack of the Taiping Daoist is indeed a big threat to the cavalry of the Han Dynasty.

In the blink of an eye, dozens or even hundreds of horsemen have died under the attack of the Yellow Turban Daoists.

The cavalry army of the Han Dynasty began to be disheartened.

In the face of thunder and lightning, they have no power to resist at all, and can only passively accept death!

The white-robed young general swung his bow and arrows again, and dozens of arrows were merciless, piercing the throats of the Taiping Daoists, bringing strings of blood flowers.

The talisman of the Taiping Daoist can kill, and the arrows of the white-robed young general can also kill.

Moreover, kill faster.

As for the ordinary Yellow Turbans, he ignored them.

Because, they are not worth it.

When the Taoists of Taiping Dao die, when the president of this army dies, this army will naturally disperse.

The cavalry of the Great Han was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they collided with the Yellow Turbans.

Blood rained.

Neck and neck.

Even though there is a white-robed young general leading it, no one can stop it, but the Yellow Turban sergeant is not afraid of death and has no hesitation, but it makes the cavalry of the Han Dynasty cold.

The sentence "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand" will make the Yellow Turban soldiers kill the Han army as if they were enchanted.

In the face of the swords of the Han army, these Yellow Turbans, who were much thinner in comparison, did not dodge or dodge, and directly blocked their weapons with their bodies, and when the blades penetrated the flesh and blood and brought a pain of imminent death, they brandished their swords with a sneer, a trace of madness, a trace of hatred, and a trace of relief.

They are not afraid of death.

They have faith.

For a better tomorrow, for the sake of the great sages and good teachers, what if you die......

And what is even more terrifying is the Taiping Daoist in the Yellow Turban Army.

Every moment, there are cavalry of the Han Dynasty who died under the thunder and fire talismans of the Taiping Daoists, and I don't know how many Yellow Turban Daoists were killed by ordinary Han cavalry.

In short, today's battlefield is like a meat grinder.

......

The Yellow Turban President Marshal, Zhang Niujiao, a disciple of the Taiping Daoist, was wearing an ordinary tattered clothes, waving the sword in his hand to kill left and right, but his eyes were always staring at the powerful white-clothed young general outside Baizhang.

The powerful white-clothed young general was very strong, and there were already several Yellow Turban Commanders, who were directly killed by this person's arrows, and at least dozens of Yellow Turban Dao people were pierced by this person's arrows.

This is a powerful marksman.

At this time, the situation of the Yellow Turban is not optimistic, a thousand Han cavalry, but the 30,000 Yellow Turban Heavenly Army forced to be in chaos, if the white-clothed general is not killed, his army may be chaotic!

As a disciple of the great sage and good master of the Taiping Dao, he received far more education than others, and he even studied the classics of the soldiers.

Therefore, he kills people very patiently, like a leopard preyding, not moving for a long time, and hitting at every turn.

Zhang Niujiao's face suddenly turned pale, and an extremely cold sword intent seeped out from under the tattered clothes on his body, and the sword left his hand, turning into a long rainbow, stabbing directly at the white-clothed young general.

It was his strongest blow.

He was confident that he would kill with one hit!

Still, he miscalculated.

In the face of his sudden sword, the white-clothed young general seemed to have eyes on his back, and the seven-foot long sword that was about to be cut forward suddenly flung back, and actually blocked the flying sword galloping from Zhang Niujiao.

The seven-foot long sword was turned into a sword flower in the hand of the white-clothed young man, and it was impervious to the water, always blocking the flying sword with Zhang Niujiao.

With a sword in hand, the wind can't enter, the rain can't enter, and other people's flying swords can't enter.

"Bang!

"Bang!"

The sound of swords clashing was endless, but Zhang Niujiao's face suddenly became frightened.

When he had no sword in his hand, the young man in white still had arrows in his hand.

The young man in white showed a sneer, drew his bow and shot arrows.

That's the opportunity he was waiting for.

How could he not know that the Yellow Turban Commander was missing.

He pretended not to know, in order to get the commander to take the bait.

Then, kill him!

And there were arrows galloping out.

Instantly arrived at the chest of Zhang Niujiao.

"My life is at stake!"

At this moment, Zhang Niujiao felt a fatal crisis, but he was helpless.

All his means have been exhausted, but he is still inferior to the young man in white.

Is this fate?

It's a pity that he can't complete the important task of his own master, great sage and good teacher!

Zhang Niujiao thought a lot, and even thought about many things after his death, such as his Yellow Turban Army was afraid that it was going to be finished, and I don't know if his master could know.

But after a few moments, he realized that he was not dead.

The terrible arrow did not pierce his chest.

He opened his eyes, seemingly confused.

Looking at it, the young man in white was even more puzzled, as if he was puzzled why his arrow did not kill anyone.

And he wondered no more.

With a move in his mind, the flying sword reached his hand.

With a sword in his hand, Zhang Niujiao's heart was at peace.

With a loud shout, countless yellow turbans surrounded him.

Zhang Niujiao drank two more sentences: "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!"

The morale of the Yellow Turbans suddenly increased, regardless of their own safety.

The young man in white had no choice but to lead the army home.

......

Zhang Niujiao should have died.

But he did not die.

Because someone took a look.

Lu Yun glanced at the arrow from the sky, and the arrow disappeared.

Zhang Niujiao was saved......