Xiliang Iron Cavalry

Jia Rong snorted coldly, and beheaded the oncoming man in black. After many years in the battlefield, Jia Rong naturally contained a kind of arrogance. This is a kind of dignity that belongs to the winner. Felt a great shame.

"Kill!" Containing [-] points of strength, this sword is enough to break mountains and crack rocks. Under the astonished eyes of the masked man, he cut it into two pieces. The blood flowed all over the ground. The violent scene made the elite masked man attack After a slight pause, they killed countless people. This is the first time I have seen such a scene. It turns out that people can also die in this way. Many masked people no longer look at Jia Rong so eagerly. Fighting against each other is timid without fighting.

The dense masked people around gave this Xiren great courage, thinking of the benefits of killing the person in front of him, he rushed towards Jia Rong shouting.

The leader of the masked man seemed very dissatisfied with the situation, handed over the command to his deputy, and took a ring-shoulder knife and came towards Jia Rong.

Jia Rong is very familiar with this kind of aura, as Zhang Liao, Jiang Yu and other fierce generals have it.

Putting up the green sword, Jia Rong put on a stance, fighting on foot with his bare hands, there are few opponents in the Xiliang army, if he can't deal with a thief, he is afraid of being laughed at.

"Ding", the swords intersect, splashing sparks.

Jia Rong took a closer look at the Qingjian sword in his hand, secretly thinking that it was a good sword, but looking back at the masked leader, the sword in his hand showed a crack under the huge force.

To the enemy, Jia Rong never relents, and with a flick of the Qingzhi sword, he bullies him.

After five rounds, the ring-shou knife in the masked leader's hand could no longer be called a knife. The tip of the knife flew to nowhere in the violent impact, and the place touched by the green sword looked like a sawtooth, which looked shocking. .

After receiving the weapon handed by the masked man, the leader continued to kill without giving up.

The opponent was crowded, and Jia Rong also wanted to fight quickly. With the Qingzhi sword in his hand, the military boxing fist threw the leader to the ground with three moves. With a whistling sound, he led the lone wolf soldier and Wang Yue and Zhao Yun to run away. The dense masked people around became the biggest obstacle to escape.

The masked man's offensive was very fierce. He rushed towards Jia Rong regardless of life and death, stepping on his companion's corpse, Zhao Yun followed closely beside Jia Rong, Wang Yue, Liu Si and others were already overwhelmed by the crowd of masked men.

Zhao Yun snarled, and with all his strength, he led Jia Rong to charge all the way, opened a gap in the densely packed masked men, and rushed out.

Jia Rong, who was desperately running for his life, was not something these assassins could catch up with, but after half an hour, the masked man had been thrown away and disappeared. On the other hand, Zhao Yun was the only one left, and the rest were under the masked man's powerful offensive. Down, submerged in the sea of ​​people, life and death unknown.

"My lord, the assassin will not catch up in a short time." Zhao Yun said with a slightly flushed face.

Jia Rong nodded and took a deep breath. He didn't expect to be so embarrassing at this point.

"Find something to eat first, and then continue on our way. As long as we return to Chang'an, we'll be fine."

Jia Rong simply bandaged the wounds on his legs and hands.

"My lord." Seeing that Jia Rong was injured, Zhao Yun cried out.

Jia Rong waved his hand and said, "It's just some minor injuries, nothing to worry about."

Zhao Yun guarded Jia Rong with tears in his eyes. As the leader of the blood guards, he felt very guilty for hurting the lord.

The minor injuries on his body did not affect Jia Rong's actions. He showed Zhao Yun how to survive in the wild. It only took Jia Rong an hour to start from scratch. Then he sat on the grass and ate fresh and tender grilled fish leisurely. Jia Rong felt Very comfortable.

Zhao Yun also came to his senses from the surprise. Suwen Lone Wolf soldiers' combat and assassination abilities were all trained by Jia Rong, and it was true.

Losing his war horse, the speed of his journey suddenly slowed down a lot. To be honest, Jia Rong is very uncomfortable with this kind of life. It’s like a person who goes out all day and has a car to pick him up, and suddenly let him go. This feeling is only a man. Only then can you feel it.

"My lord, there is a village in front of you, and you can just go and stay overnight." Zhao Yun said excitedly,

"Don't call me the lord anymore, call me son."

Zhao Yun understood, bowed his head and promised, anything could happen.

"It doesn't take so much etiquette, let outsiders see it, and you can understand the strangeness with a little thought."

After a brief treatment of the blood on their bodies, Jia Rong and Zhao Yun walked into the village.

Zhao Yun has a handsome face, which is easy to be liked by others. This night, Jia Rong lived in the village. Looking at the dilapidated houses, Jia Rong couldn't help but think of Lijia Village. It feels warm to recall.

The night in the village was very quiet. Jia Rong put on a coat and walked out of the house, facing the breeze.

Suddenly, a little fire not far away attracted Jia Rong's attention.

Like a meandering fire dragon, the light of a little fire came slowly in the direction of Jia Rong, occasionally mixed with noise.

Zhao Yun rushed to Jia Rong's side in a hurry and said, "My lord, in the middle of the night, the visitor is not kind, so why don't you withdraw."

Jia Rong couldn't help being a little angry. In Jingzhou, besides the big family in Jingzhou, the only person who can mobilize so much power at one time is Liu Biao, and the only one who knows his identity is the Jiangdong Sun family. Put to death?" Such a thought suddenly flashed in Jia Rong's mind.

"Let's go, hide aside and have a look!" After tidying up casually, the two hid not far from the village.

In the shadows, there are about 100 soldiers holding weapons, constantly interrogating the people in the village.

After killing two civilians in a row, a white-haired old man looked lovingly at his grandson behind him, and pointed to the place where Jia Rong lived before.

Hundreds of people rushed forward and surrounded the place where Jia Rong lived. After searching for a while, the leader was obviously dissatisfied with the results. After setting fire to the house, he pointed his sword at the villagers.

Watching the villagers fall in a pool of blood one by one, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth, looked at the soldiers with eyes full of rage, and his hands creaked in anger.

"My lord, there are many people on the other side, so it's better to leave this place first."

Jia Rong was very upset that who in Jingzhou had such great strength, he could find out everything about himself. After traveling for more than ten miles, more than a hundred people appeared in front of the road again, dressed in the same costume as the assassin Jia Rong first met. The face is covered with a black cloth, the first sword is in the hand, and the bow and arrow are carried on the back.

"My lord, these people are likely to be the dead of the family!" Zhao Yun whispered.

Jia Rong laughed loudly at the man in black and said, "Who told you to kill me, how dare you report your name?"

One of the masked men flashed out, and said in a low voice, "It's no harm to let people know about the dying man."

"Jingzhou Mu!"

"Do you know who I am?" Jia Rong asked, he was not surprised that the other party reported Liu Biao.

"Hahaha, who in the world doesn't know the general?" After speaking, the masked man behind him took off the bow and arrow from his back and aimed at Jia Rong and the three of them.

Jia Rong suddenly realized that Liu Biao was the only one who could have such strength in Jingzhou. However, regarding Liu Biao's ability to inquire about information, Jia Rong felt a chill down his spine. The lonely wolf soldiers in the pavilion are nothing more than that at night.

With a sound of "Keng", the Qingzhi sword came out of its sheath, Jia Rong held the sword in both hands, and rushed to the masked man who was speaking first, capturing the thief first and the king first.

The masked leader sneered, and dodged to hide among the masked men, and the arrows in the hands of the masked men, who were ready to go, also came towards Jia Rong.

"Ding ding ding" Jia Rong escaped the masked man's bow and arrow without any risk, but because of the rolling, the already tattered clothes were even more horrible.

Seeing the well-known general in such a panic under his own attack, the masked leader let out a hearty laugh, drew out the saber at his waist and pointed it in Jia Rong's direction, another burst of dense arrows.

The strength of the masked man is no less than that of the infantry of the Xiliang Army Headquarters. They have obviously undergone rigorous training. Although their cooperation with each other is not as good as that of the Xiliang Army, their individual combat ability cannot be underestimated. A masked man, and more masked men came forward. Gradually, Jia Rong became a little helpless. Zhao Yun had a long gun in his hand, and the masked men in front of him were naturally nothing to worry about, but thinking of Jia Rong safety, always look sideways

"Chi!" Jia Rong's leg was cut with a long sword, and blood overflowed.

Gritting his teeth, he backhanded a sword, and in the astonished eyes of the masked man, the green sword slashed his head, blood staining the sky, and the masked men around him were also a little stunned by the bloody side. Rolled to one side of the grass, and fled.

A long arrow shot in the direction of Jia Rong, hit the back of the heart, and fell to the ground.

Satisfied, the leader of the masked men handed the bow to the masked men beside him, and motioned for a masked man to come forward.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yun shouted loudly, picked up a masked man with his spear, and shouted angrily, using that as a weapon, and threw it on the masked man rushing to kill him, wanting to rush to Jia Rong's side, However, the masked man was like an unconscious monster, with one arm cut off, he still staggered forward.

Jia Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling his heart was congested, he got up unsteadily and continued to run forward. Seeing this, Zhao Yun relaxed a lot from his tense heart.

The leader of the masked man looked at Jia Rong who was still running with the arrow, and with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded to the soldiers beside him.

Three people were beheaded with one sword, and two masked men were beheaded with a wave of Zhao Yun's long sword. The long spear had long been thrown aside. On such a narrow battlefield, holding a long sword is more lethal.

The masked man's offensive paused for a while. Zhao Yun looked around to find Jia Rong. There were enemies everywhere on the battlefield. There was no sign of Jia Rong. With a roar, he charged at the leader of the masked man. The masked man looked at Zhao Yun in fear.

The leader of the masked man was not easy to deal with. With a wave of his hand, the masked man who had already been ready to go went forward, and Zhao Yun's pressure increased sharply.

A masked man ran to the leader and muttered softly, the leader shouted angrily, glanced at Zhao Yun in the field, and told the masked man to retreat, but Jia Rong disappeared. It was the news brought back by the masked man. The leader did not believe that Jia Rong would disappear out of thin air. On the battlefield, Zhao Yun became more and more courageous, charging in his direction from time to time, which made the leader feel a little chilled.