As soon as the two sides got close, Liu Qing saw Zhao Yun raise his gun, flick it, and hit the two yellow turban cavalry at the front. A blood line several feet high spurted out between their necks, and they fell to the ground without saying a word.

Maybe Zhao Yun's shot was so stunning that the yellow turban knights behind him didn't see clearly what was going on, so they didn't realize that they should be afraid.

Dozens of people saw that Zhao Yun not only dared to counterattack so many of them alone, but also killed two of his companions. They all became angry and shouted, and surrounded him in confusion to kill Zhao Yun.

"I'm here to help you!"

When Zhang He saw that Zhao Yun was about to be surrounded, he quickly followed him out of the queue. Although his equipment was far inferior to that of Zhao Yun, his momentum was not bad at all.

However, before Zhang He reached the halfway point, he heard Zhao Yun roar and raised his gun again to sweep away, and two more yellow turban cavalrymen splattered with blood on their necks!

Zhao Yun then drew back his spear and stabbed forward, directly piercing the throat of a cavalryman on the flank who was trying to sneak attack.

Zhao Yun's shot was so light and agile!

It just hit the opponent's throat just right, and then bounced back like a snake, blocking the knife from the front. Then the tip of the spear was sent lightly, and with the momentum of the horse's forward momentum, it pierced the throat of the yellow turban cavalry in front of him.

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Back and forth, in just two or three seconds, Zhao Yun and the large group of Yellow Turban cavalry passed each other, and the six Yellow Turbans fell off their horses without even making a sound.

But Zhao Yun seemed to be fine, not even a hair hurt.

Zhang He, who was rushing to help, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.

Zhao Yun's shooting skills made him feel cold sweat on his back!

When he first saw Zhao Yun, he thought this little guy had a tender face, but he never expected that he was actually a murderer!

After Zhao Yun defeated the enemy formation, he returned to his horse, and the chaotic yellow turban cavalry over there suddenly came to their senses.

They looked at Zhao Yun, and then at their companions on the ground who were all shot through the throat. The positions of their wounds were almost exactly the same, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up involuntarily.

Zhao Yun turned his horse back and trotted back towards them again. Dozens of yellow scarf cavalry were so frightened that they did not dare to step forward to fight. They all subconsciously pushed their horses back.

He Jin was also horrified. The Yellow Turban Cavalry, among the Yellow Turban Army, was the elite among the elite, but they were as useless in front of this young general who didn't even have hair on his mouth!

Seeing that if the cavalry collapsed, he wouldn't even be able to run away!
Chapter completed!