Lu Bu's Ambition

Chapter 732 Wancheng is close at hand

rumbling~
The shadow of Wancheng had already been seen under the setting sun, and more than a hundred people led by Yang Ye finally saw hope, and they roared like venting.

Looking back, Yang Ye shed two lines of tears. When he was gone, there were only two sons left beside him. The pain in his heart could not be understood by outsiders.

"The enemy soldiers are coming!"

When he was full of hope, the sound of horseshoes came from behind, and someone suddenly exclaimed, and looked back at the thousands of iron horses rushing out of the dust.

The moment thousands of cavalry appeared, Yang Ye could no longer bear the grief in his heart and let out a cry of anger. He knew that the five dead sons might be in danger.

"Mr. Yang Ye, all five of your sons are dead, and you still have the face to live in this world. You really don't know how to write the word shame."

Cheng Yaojin's roar echoed in everyone's ears, and all the soldiers of the Yang family looked at the enemy soldiers chasing behind with red eyes.

"Father!"

A mournful voice sounded, Yang Liulang and Yang Qilang shouted angrily, Yang Ye suppressed the pain in his heart, swung his long knife fiercely and roared: "Don't stop, go back to Wancheng!"

"Haha~ Yang Yepifu, you still have a son who is still alive, why don't you come and see him?"

He was the leader of the thousands of cavalry that rolled in, and he saw the body of the enemy general with his own eyes, and the vague armor was so familiar.

This is his son's battle armor. At this time, Yang Silang was picked up in the air, and he groaned in pain under the bumping horse.

With blurred vision, he saw Wancheng in the distance, and also saw his father's figure, with dark red blood dripping from his chapped lips.

A spear pierced through his left shoulder, lifting him high, his limbs had already been broken, hanging like a puddle of flesh.

"Fourth Brother!"

Two angry roars echoed in the sky, Yang Liulang and Yang Qilang slammed their horses angrily, and looked at the blurred figure and let out angry roars.

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As the horse gallops down, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. This is the advantage and disadvantage of both sides' horses, but if Yang Ye concentrates on his journey, he can still return to Wancheng first.

At this moment, a horse neighed suddenly in the distance, and the bright Zhao Zijing flag echoed in the air, appearing in front of Yang Ye's team.

Zhao Yun, who was dressed in silver armor and heroic, led a thousand cavalry on the way back to the Yang family. Wancheng was not far away, but unfortunately it seemed thousands of miles away under their obstruction.

The war horse neighed after being restrained, Yang Ye stared at the enemy in front with the long knife in his hand, and the iron cavalry behind was speeding up.

Holding a silver gun in his hand, Zhao Yun stared at the enemy army coldly, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hand to signal the soldiers and horses behind him to start forming an array.

He finally caught up. Since Lin Chen's time, he has led a thousand cavalry straight to Wancheng. The purpose of coming is very simple, that is to intercept the enemy soldiers who fled back to Wancheng.

"Rush over! Wancheng is right in front of you."

The golden knife swung down fiercely in the setting sun, Yang Ye vigorously slapped the horse and shouted loudly, and the hundred people behind frantically whipped the horse and began to charge at full speed.

Zhao Yun on the opposite side sighed after seeing it. Although he admired the opponent's loyalty, both sides had their own masters. On the battlefield, there was only life and death without mercy.

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The iron cavalry of a hundred men collided with the iron cavalry of a thousand in a short moment, and the scalp-numbing sound of broken bones and tendons kept echoing in my ears.

A golden knife danced like a tiger, and with the shaking of the two golden spears of Yang Liulang and Yang Qilang on both sides, it was an even more powerful charge.

A silver long spear suddenly appeared in sight, and then there were bursts of tinkling sounds under the impact of the metal, sparks splashed everywhere, and Yang Ye continued to slash the long knife angrily.

Zhao Yun's face was dignified, and the silver gun in both hands shook even more rapidly. Under the golden knife and two golden guns, there were waves of numbness in the palm of his hand.

Under the extraordinary performance of Yang Ye and his two sons who were furious, Zhao Yun felt a pressure.

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The horse galloped down, and after the horses staggered, Zhao Yun hurriedly reined in his horse angrily, turned around and shouted: "Yang Yexiu go!"

At this time, Yang Ye didn't care about Zhao Yun who was chasing him behind him, so he swung his long knife with all his strength to open the way.

This is a bloody road. Under the deafening sound of horseshoes, they finally broke out of the encirclement and saw the figure of Wancheng.

But the moment he broke out of the siege, Yang Ye looked back with a look of grief and indignation, and now there are only a dozen or so riders left among the hundreds of people.

buzz~
As soon as he rushed out of the encirclement, he heard the sound of bowstrings trembling, and black feather arrows flew into the air, and then Yang Ye heard bursts of screams and wailing in his ears.

More than a dozen riders were shot and howled and fell off their horses. Yang Ye even snorted, and looked down in disbelief, only to see a bloody arrowhead exposed on the bronze breastplate.

The fine undercut on the arrow came into view even more clearly, the feathered arrow was broken fiercely with his thick palm, Yang Ye lay on the horse's back and swiped behind him with the golden knife.

I saw Yinjia Zhao Yun draw his bow indifferently, and shouted loudly: "Full speed pursuit!"

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"Father!"

They also saw their father hit by an arrow. Yang Liulang and Yang Qilang couldn't help but exclaimed, while Yang Ye, who was lying on the horse's back, had a trace of dark red blood on his mouth, and said in a calm and deep voice: "Don't stop, there will be no time to return to Wancheng!" A chance for revenge."

"Haha~ Yang Yepifu is really living and going back. On the battlefield, he only knows to escape, and he knows to leave his son behind to save his old life."

"Yang Ye, aren't you invincible? Why don't you even have the guts to fight on the battlefield?"

"I didn't expect that Yang Yeru's famous name was all a false name. What about the seven tigers of the Yang family, only those five sons are a bit bloody, and the rest are just bereaved dogs."

During the chase, the cavalrymen kept yelling loud curses, but Yang Ye ignored the insults behind him, and only knew to run away with his head down.

rumbling~
Wancheng was getting closer and closer, and the blurred banner on the city wall could almost be seen clearly.

"Yang Ye, it's rare for you not to avenge your sons. If you have the guts, stop. I would like to fight you fairly."

General Heijia waved the long knife in his hand coldly and fiercely. The sharp blade left a deep mark on the horse's buttocks, and the scalding blood splashed and the pain of the horse echoed in his ears.

The majestic black horse galloped crazily, and quickly passed Zhao Yun's cavalry in the front. The black armored general slowly hung the long knife on the horse's back, took out the long bow and pulled it away.

buzz~
The black feathered arrows continued to cross the sky, and in just a short moment, only three of the dozen or so riders were running. After seeing this scene, Yang Ye was shocked and shouted: "Lie down! The enemy has a sharpshooter."

Even at this moment, Yang Ye had no intention of stopping. The burden on his shoulders made him know that he could not do anything. Only when he returned to Wancheng and reorganized his troops would he have a chance of revenge.

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