Pirate: My apprentice’s name is Whitebeard

If you talk about combat effectiveness, in fact, the Yellow Turban Anti-Thief must be much weaker than the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry.

After all, the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry has been trained since childhood, and a large part of the Yellow Turban thieves are just farmers who have responded to the problem.

The Yellow Turban Anti-Thief is more fearful and greedy than the Wuhuan Iron Horse, but he doesn't have much strength.

Although there were more than 700 people, in front of Bai Ma Yicong, they were just a rabble!

The little leader of the Yellow Turban anti-thieves was also frightened by Zhao Yun's combat power.

Just one rush kill, he solved the three Yellow Turban soldiers, and if Zhao Yun was given a little time, it was estimated that he could kill more than 100 people.

Now Zhao Yun is leading a hundred white horse righteous servants, and in the eyes of the Yellow Turban thief, it is like a god descending.

However, in most of the Yellow Turban soldiers, Bai Ma Yi has become a walking silver bag in their eyes.

White horses, the price is quite expensive now, if you get one, basically these yellow turban minions will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Though he was afraid, the greed of his heart was greater than anything else.

"There are more than 700 of us, they are only a hundred horses, there is nothing to fear, brothers kill me !!,"

the little leader shouted loudly to the little minions he led.

After hearing the number of people, these little minions also instantly gained courage, and they all set their goals on Bai Ma Yicong.

Liu Biao's pressure is finally much less.

At this moment, Zhao Yun has been surrounded by hundreds of yellow turban minions, and in the eyes of the leader, the white horse under Zhao Yun has become his bag.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun was not afraid at all, and pulled out the short sword he was wearing with his left hand.

With a flick of his right hand, the bright silver spear drew a circle with Zhao Yun as the center of the circle.

The yellow turban minions within this circle were all hit by the barrels of the bright silver guns.

Some were hit in the neck, and they lost their breath in an instant, and if they were lucky, they were beaten on the shoulder, and although they picked up a life, they were already grinning and had no way to continue fighting.

As for those little minions who were close to Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun quickly killed several people in one go with his left short sword.

"It is a blessing for our father and son to have such a great general under my son's account.

Seeing that Zhao Yun had managed dozens of Yellow Turban minions in just one round, Liu Biao couldn't help but exclaim.

Now that he wants to pacify the Yellow Turban thieves and integrate the forces of Jingzhou, Liu Biao wants to truly grasp the power of Jingzhou.

We must fight a war

! We must also drive the Yellow Turban thieves out of Jingzhou!

When Liu Biao is an age, he naturally has the idea of leaving a name in history.

Jingzhou is also one of the important places in the Han Dynasty, able to repel the anti-thieves and pacify the Yellow Turban Disaster, and serve as a party to assassinate the history, and Liu Biao can also mention a few strokes in the history books in the future.

"Now that Qi'er is already a rebellious general, as long as our father and son can take Jingzhou again, Qi'er's future will be limitless

!" "My son Liu Qi, may be able to rank as the third prince in the future!" Liu

Qi stared at Zhao Yun, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

Now Liu Biao, the more he thinks about it, the more excited he becomes, and when he thinks of his name behind him and the position that Liu Qi may get, Liu Biao works harder when he swings his sword.

However, his force has only reached the second-rate level.

Fortunately, some of these Yellow Turban thieves are Jingzhou farmers who joined the Yellow Turban not long ago, and these people do not eat well and do not have much strength.

Although Liu Biao is only second-rate, the pressure is not very great in the face of the siege of the Yellow Turban thieves.

Now that Liu Hong is not dead, let alone Liu Biao, even Dong Zhuo, who is on one side, has no objection in his heart.

Therefore, Liu Biao's heart still belongs to the Han Dynasty.

In the time that Liu Biao thought about it for a while, Zhao Yun had already killed more than thirty Yellow Turban thieves.

As for the other White Horse followers, they also killed more than 300 Yellow Turban thieves together.

All of a sudden, the Yellow Turban Army, which had the upper hand, instantly fell into disadvantage.

Even the little leader of the Yellow Turban Army was also a little stunned.

The sky and the earth are big, and the small life is the biggest.

If you don't take these horses down, but lose your life, it will be more than worth the loss.

When Zhao Yun stabbed to death two yellow turban minions with one shot again, the leader finally came to his senses and hurriedly controlled the yellow horse under him, wanting to escape.

At this time, Zhao Yun also noticed the leader who was about to escape.

In fact, Zhao Yun kept approaching the location where the leader was.

It's just because this leader is surrounded by many yellow turban thieves, and he can't kill it for a while.

Now seeing that the other party is leaving, how could Zhao Yun give him this opportunity.

Throwing away the short sword and holding the bright silver spear tightly with both hands, Zhao Yun immediately jumped off his white horse, and then swept at the yellow turban thieves around him.

These yellow turban minions subconsciously took several steps back.

At this time, Zhao Yun kicked the ground hard with both feet, and then quickly rushed towards the leader.

After running ten steps, Zhao Yun was about to crash into those minions of Changge, and at this time, Zhao Yun stepped on the ground harder, and the whole person jumped up directly.

He stepped directly on the heads of these Yellow Turban minions!

Using the heads of this guy as a road, Zhao Yun ran out of the encirclement of the Yellow Turban thieves.

Seeing that the leader had already run a distance of one hundred and ten paces on horseback, Zhao Yun stabbed to death an archer next to him with one shot.

He holds the bow and arrow in his left hand and places the arrow on the bowstring in his right hand.

Pull the bow out of the circle!

The world only knows Zhao Yun's marksmanship, but in fact, Zhao Yun's archery skills are not bad.

Bai Ma Yicong often trains with the marksman camp, and Zhao Yun also knows some archery experience more or less, and he often practices archery in private.

And now the distance between the leader and Zhao Yun is only about a hundred steps!

The leader of the yellow turban thought that he had run away, but he didn't think about it, just when he was happy, he suddenly felt a huge momentum coming from his back.

Then he slowly lowered his head and looked at his armor.

An extra arrow appeared on the armor on his body.

Before the leader could think anything, his eyes went dark, and he fell directly from the horse.

Zhao Yun laughed, waved the bright silver spear in his hand, and then shouted loudly at all the Yellow Turban thieves: "The leader of your waiting group has been shot by me, and now you still have to resist stubbornly? Put down your arms, surrender and not kill!" After hearing Zhao Yun's

words, those white horse servants also shouted.

"Put down your arms, surrender and don't kill!" "Put down your arms, surrender and don't kill!!" "Put down your arms, surrender and don't kill!!

"

Bai Ma Yicong has all experienced the bloody rain, and the murderous aura shouted out together directly deterred many Yellow Turban thieves.

Some of these undetermined Yellow Turbans unconsciously threw away their weapons.