Lu Bu's Ambition

Chapter 734 Gu is their general!
Yang Ye finally figured it out. Although he hated the other party, he knew one thing clearly. Ever since the army put on this armor, he knew that he might die in battle one day.

"The combat skills on the battlefield are not as good as others. It is their honor for Hou Cheng and Cheng Lian to die on the battlefield, but this general has to take revenge!"

While General Hei Jia said these words indifferently, he was slowly stroking the two weapons with both hands.

Yang Ye squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I don't know the relationship between the general, Hou Cheng and Cheng Lian, at least it will make the general understand, so that I can explain clearly to my five sons when I go down."

At this time, the cavalry had already surrounded them from a distance, Zhao Yun, two black-armored guards, and Cheng Yaojin, who had his own identity, rushed over on horses.

The rest of the cavalry surrounded the city in a circle, completely surrounding Yang Ye and General Heijia in the center.

At this time, General Heijia lowered his head, his eyes were a little blurred, his palms gently wiped the long knife and spear, and muttered to himself: "They always call Gu a general, Gu is their general!"

solitary!
After this word was introduced into Yang Ye's ears, his face changed like a thunderstorm, and he stared at the person in front of him in disbelief. Zhao Yun and others who rushed over at the same time could hear it clearly.

It's just that Zhao Yun didn't show the slightest surprise, instead he touched the longbow on the horse's back with his dignified palm. Only Cheng Yaojin's eyes widened, and he watched in disbelief that the black-armored general who accompanied him all the way called himself solitary!

And Zilong wasn't shocked at all, after thinking about the original relationship, Cheng Yaojin was shocked for a long time before showing a wry smile.

No wonder, Zilong is the king's son-in-law. I'm afraid he already knew it. He guessed right, but the three people in front of him were from wolf cavalry.

Under the intense breathing, Yang Ye endured the stabbing pain in his chest, changed his hands on the golden knife, stared at the other party, and said in a deep voice: "So that's the case, then it is an honor for Ben and those five sons to die on the battlefield."

Although his identity was revealed, Lu Bu didn't take off his mask. Among the few people here, only Yang Ye and Cheng Yaojin didn't know, but the one who is about to die and the other will be smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

Lu Bu looked at Yang Ye with a sneering smile, and his eyes drifted to the direction of Wancheng, "The time is almost delayed. The two brats lost their helmets and armors along the way. I guess the general's wolf cavalry will not be able to catch up."

Not only did the other party's taunting Yang Ye not get angry, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly his face changed, and he pointed at the other party in horror, "You did it on purpose!"

haha~
The two black-armored guards laughed excitedly, "Your Yang Ye, do you really think your Yang family is so attractive, and it's too easy to destroy your Yang family like this. I don't know if Wancheng is lost. In the future, will anyone in Jiangdong still have room for two defeated generals?"

"Haha~ I heard that these two defeated generals not only threw away their helmets and armor along the way, but also killed their five brothers, and finally even abandoned their own father on the battlefield. Cheers~"

The two taunted each other, and Yang Ye's face turned livid. He could imagine how much damage such rumors would do to his two sons.

And more importantly, Wancheng!
"It's time to hit the road~"

The fluttering words came to everyone's ears, and everyone was shocked, and Yang Ye suddenly clenched the golden knife in his hand.

I saw Lu Bu lightly holding a black long spear, standing in an orderly manner, and suddenly the tail of the gun swept away, and the long knife inserted into the ground was knocked flying with a clang.

Ushering in the attack of the black long knife spinning, Yang Ye clenched his teeth and let out a loud shout, and slashed horizontally with a golden knife.

clang~
The black long knife landed obliquely on the ground, and at this time Lu Bu was close to him. Under Yang Ye's frightened and angry expression, a black long spear made flowers in Lu Bu's palm.

This is a foot battle rather than a horse battle, but the weapons in the hands of the two are all cavalry weapons, and the foot battle is almost completely dancing.

A black spear kept dancing in Lu Bu's palm, and the spear spun around his waist from time to time. Cheng Yaojin and Zhao Yun were even more shocked when they saw the sharp angle of the spear.

They only know one thing, that is, what their king uses is a Fang Tian painted halberd, a weapon like Fang Tian painted halberd requires not only enough strength but also absolute skill, this is a combination of strength and skill weapons.

Those who are good at using Fang Tian's painted halberd can be said to be able to use all eighteen kinds of weapons, but there is definitely a limit.

Along the way, Lu Bu and the others saw sharp and murderous sword skills, but today they saw tricky and vicious marksmanship.

The angle is extremely tricky and vicious, but it can be swung open and closed, but it gives a masculine air, which is a contradictory contrast.

The sharp-eyed Zhao Yun saw a long spear in Lu Bu's hand. The speed and position of the gun was vicious, and the angle of the gun was so tricky that it was hard to guard against.

clang~
The golden knife kept waving to deal with it, and Yang Ye's face turned red not only because of the arrow wound, but also because of the opponent's marksmanship.

If ordinary people play marksmanship like this, in his eyes, they are like monkeys on the street, but in the hands of the opponent, he feels the pressure of doing everything before.

Not only is his marksmanship vicious, but his eyes are even more vicious. Every time the spear turns, it is when he retracts his strength.

clang~
The weapons kept colliding, but this time Lu Bu did not use absolute strength to crush directly, but displayed absolute skills.

Yang Ye kept waving a golden knife in his hand, his legs backed away and opened the distance, and a fine layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. I don't know if it was the pain of the arrow wound on his body or fear.

Suffocated!
Yang Ye wanted to increase the distance so that he could display the greatest power of the long knife, but the opponent pressed on step by step, and a black long spear kept flashing like a dragon, which made him tired of dealing with it.

Seeing the lightning-fast gun shadow, Cheng Yaojin's eyes widened, his mouth was opened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Is this weird lightning-fast marksmanship still capable of being done by humans?

However, Zhao Yun seemed to have opened up a new road, his eyes were shining brightly and kept staring at the confrontation between the two, especially when a heavy weapon like a long knife counterattacked, it would be impossible for the spear to stab or block it within seven inches. It is the so-called position where the least effort is exerted but the greatest effort is exerted.

This made Yang Ye feel aggrieved. When generals confront each other on the battlefield, the generals with long knives usually have the upper hand, not the so-called long spears.

In the case of a protracted battle, the long spear will generally be at an advantage.

clang~
The spear is as fast as lightning, and Lu Bu has a mocking smile on his face, and he taunts from time to time: "Yang Ye, is this strength enough? The knife is not fast enough, hurry~ hurry~ hurry up, hurry up~"

All of a sudden, Lu Bu was angry, and the black spear in his palm danced faster and faster, and the speed increased again astonishingly.

Yang Ye let out a roar with numbness in his scalp, and kept waving the golden knife in his hand, but his eyes kept turning to stare at the opponent's long spear. His eyes could hardly keep up, and the cold sweat on his forehead and temples couldn't stop slipping.

(End of this chapter)