Zhuge Liang frowned with his sword eyebrows, stopped shaking the feather fan in his hand, stroked his mountain beard, and his black eyes shone brightly:

"Zong Shidao, Li Xianzhong"

"In" the two generals urged the war horses under their crotch to break out of the formation, holding various weapons in their hands. The two were originally generals under Zhao Kuangyin's command, but Han Yi was kind and did not kill the two brothers of Zhao Kuangyin. The generals under his command surrendered and were still feeling of resistance. However, Han Feng and Zhao Wan and the captured King Zhao came over to persuade them to surrender one by one, giving them enough face. If they were not ignorant, it would not be strange if he died.

"You two are going to lead 20,000 elite troops to block the enemy's cavalry." Zhuge Liang picked up the order flag and handed it over to the two. The two got the generals and looked at the Baqi camp in front of them like a sharp arrow, as if they wanted to cut the army out of the middle. The two generals received the order, led the troops and urged the horses to kill the two.

"It's so small that Zhongli Mei." Zhuge Liang sighed in his heart, looked at the map, looked at the direction of Xiahou Yuan, stroked his beard, and glanced at the general under his command: "Yang Zaixing, Yang Huaiyu"

"In" Yang Zaixing, who was forty years old, was in his prime. He held a silver spear and rode his maroon war horse under his crotch. The red cloak behind him was windless. There was also a young general behind him on the left, with a beautiful face and a beautiful face. If it weren't for the Adam's apple on his throat and a burly body, he would have thought he was a girl. Using a silver spear would have been powerful.

"You two go quickly to support General Xiahou, don't be surrounded by the enemy." Zhuge Liang looked at the changes in Xiang's army. Xiahou Yuan's alone army was too dangerous.

"Get order"

The black army, the sword in Xiahou Yuan's hand had turned blood red, and there were no more than 30 lives in his hand. All the swords in his hand were missing. He looked at Xiahou Shang who was standing side by side with him: "How many cold arrows are there?"

"Less than three pots" Xiahou Shang swallowed, urging the carriage tightly, looking at the battlefield that was constantly overturned: "Uncle, it's almost done, it's time to leave."

Xiahou Yuan kept his due soberness, beat the flying arrows, looked at the battle situation around him, and turned his horse's head: "Retreat"

"I want to leave! How easy is it?" Jing Que personally sat in the carriage and looked at the soldiers with heavy casualties. According to rough calculations, there were 5,000 soldiers who died under Xiahou Yuan's chariot. How could Jing Que let go of Xiahou Yuan? Jing Que held a knife in one hand: "Xiahou Yuan stops leaving! Leave your life"

"If you want to save my life, it depends on whether you have the ability." Xiahou Yuan threw the long knife in his hand directly on the carriage, took the bow and took the arrow, staring at him: "Zhong"

"Ding, Xiahou Yuan's cold shooting attribute is activated, personal force value A plus 5, Feibird bow's force value plus 1, basic force value 95, current personal force value 101"

"You dare" Jing Que frowned, and faced Xiahou Yuan's arrow shot, his face pale and disappeared without the previous indifference.

"Ding, Yangyujiujiu's attribute is activated, the force value is added to 5, the basic force value is 99, the force value of the cloud penetration bow is added to 1, and the current force value is 105!"

An arrow sounded from behind Jingque, which scared Jingque so much that he did not dare to move easily. Two cold arrows wiped several sparks less than half a foot of Jingque. As the person involved, Jingque was shocked by cold sweat. Sweat as the size of beans fell on his face and dripped on his clothes. When the cold wind blew, it was chilly.

Xiahou Yuan saw that he did not shoot Jingque. With his eyes, he naturally saw someone blocking the cold arrow he shot. He frowned and looked at the general behind Jingque: "Who will come?"

"Growing Yuji! Watching the arrow"

Yang Youji shouted angrily, pulled the bow with his arms, and forced the full moon. The black hole stared at Xiahou Yuan, grabbed four cold arrows with one hand, laying their bow flat, and the four arrows were clamped up."

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish

"Ding, the raising is activated by the basic arrow attribute, more first arrow, more force value is added to 4, more second arrow, more force value is added to 3, and third arrow's force value is added to 2!"

"Ding, the current Jiaoyuji is four arrows, the first arrow's force value is 4, the second armed force value is 3, the third armed force value is 2, the fourth armed force value is 1, the current armed force value is 111!"

"Oh no" Xiahou Yuan's pupils reflected the direction of the cold arrow shooting. His pupils shrank suddenly, but it was difficult to avoid the cold arrow shooting from Yangyouji.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...huh" The deadly cold arrows shot on Xiahou Yuan's shoulder blades, left thighs, and heart. The last arrow shot directly into Xiahou Yuan's helmet. The black and gray hair was floating in the wind. Xiahou Yuan leaned on the railings a few times, and red blood flowed out from his lower lips. Xiahou Yuan gasped for difficulty. The deputy general who was driving looked at the main general's heavy arrow, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stared at Xiahou Yuan with concern. He saw dozens of spearmen under the car stabbing with long piercings, tightly pulling the horse rope, slapping the horse's buttocks, and turning the horse's head: "Go"

"Uncle" Xiahou Shang's eyes were about to be bleeding. The spear in his hand was thrown straight toward Yang Youji. The spear turned into a black spot. It became bigger and bigger in front of Yang Youji's eyes. The cold arrow Yang Youji could dodge, not to mention this spear. Yang Youji slightly turned sideways, and the spear passed by Yang Youji's face. Yang Youji held his helmet, staring at Xiahou Shang with black eyes, Zhang Gong took the opportunity: "Zhong"

"Hello..." Xiahou Shang's eyes were about to be bleeding, and he stared at the cold arrow shot, but it was hard to get the moment.

"Dingdang" Yang Zaixing held a silver spear and hit the silver spear with a backhand, knocking away the cold arrow shot from Yang Youji. He looked at the dying Xiahou Yuan, with his sword eyebrows twisted: "Huaiyu, take several generals to break through, and the remaining cavalry will be broken with me."

"Okay" Yang Huaiyu turned his horse's head and looked at Xiahou Shang: "General Xiahou followed me to break through quickly. If I rushed back, there might be some rescue." Yang Huaiyu turned his horse's head and reminded Xiahou Shang not to be impulsive. Xiahou Yuan needs rescue now.

Xiahou Shang stared at Yang Youji with his eyes, and his eyes were about to pop out blood. He glanced at Yang Youji with anger, his voice seemed sad and hoarse: "Retreat"

"withdraw" the remaining thousand chariots, under Yang Huaiyu's opening road, all marched towards the enemy.

"Where to go?" The whole army rushed for me and killed them." How could he let the fat meat in his mouth fly? Jing Que urged the war horses to lead the way, but Yang Youji was calm and did not act rashly.

"Looking for Death" Yang Zaixing looked like a wolf, and the silver spear in his hand made three gun flowers, like an evil ghost rushing from hell, covering Jing Que.

"Death" Yang Zaixing's long spear in his hand stabbed Jing Que's cheek. With the spear straight, what is Jing Que's opponent of Yang Zaixing's shot? His life is now on the battlefield and his soul returns to the west.
Chapter completed!