"Yellow turban traitor, please don't hurt my lord Datong!"
Zhao Yun shouted two thousand steps away, the sound was like thunder, which immediately made Fang Guang tremble all over, and he instantly realized the true meaning of the word happiness.
The person riding towards him in the distance was Zhao Zilong from Changshan, the Zhao Yun whose reputation shocked all the nine provinces, one Lu and two Zhaos.
Historically, because of Liu Bei's deliberate suppression, Zhao Yun only highlighted the two characters of heroism and military prowess. The rest of Zhao Yun was full of ambitions and strategies, but there was no place for them to be used.
In the end, even though he reached an advanced age, he could only die in depression in a corner of the southwest, and his life was unknown!
Zilong's loyalty was limited by Da'er in the security circle, but he still performed his duties faithfully. Changban won Cao Cao's favor, and the army had no arrows and did not waver at all.
In this world, this strange man shouted out the four words "my lord, Datong"!
"Zilong, are you alright? Liu Xuande is pretending to be benevolent and righteous? Is his hypocrisy and enmity to Zilong the same as what I said in Dongjun?"
Among the thousands of troops, Fang Guang drove back Pei Yuanshao in front of him with a halberd. He raised his head and faced the direction in which Zilong was running towards, smiled and asked loudly.
Along the way, Zhao Yun's injuries from Guan Yu became more and more serious, and he often felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.
Zhao Zilong knew that the only person in the world who could really see through Liu Xuande and who could help him avenge the Huai River was Fang Guang, so he inquired about the information and came all the way, which led to today's chance encounter.
In the midst of thousands of troops, being able to come and go freely, and to live and kill at one's own discretion, was Zhao Yun's specialty.
At this time, in the fields of Xu County, Zhao Yun used his horse control skills to the extreme. He shuttled between the sea of yellow turbans and stabbed down two strong men in yellow turbans who were blocking the road in front of him, with a helpless smile on his face.
"Fang Guang, Liu Bei is exactly the same as what you said. I finally woke up, woke up!"
When Zhao Yun talked about his excitement, he couldn't help but roar loudly. In a few moments, he had already rushed to a place less than 500 steps away from Fang Guang.
"This man is so brave and brave. Bo Fu seems to have never seen him before. He is a man strolling among thousands of troops!"
"He's a little handsome, but he's not my type. He's too upright, not like that Datong, sister. Look carefully, he's smiling all the time!"
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao looked at Fang Guang's heroic appearance and unconsciously walked slowly towards the battle group.
Sanhan'er had just been spoken to by two Jiangdong colleagues, and he wisely hid beside the two women.
Seeing Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao heading towards the trapped beast Fang Guang, a realization flashed in the Yellow Turban Colonel's heart.
This is a great figure among the bandits in Jiangdong. It’s hard to see Cao’s subordinates showing off their power and trying to help the Yellow Turbans in Xu County!
Just when Sanhan'er was realizing his life, Zhao Yun's war horse also recognized its old master and neighed excitedly.
Changshan Zhao Zilong, with a few moves, appeared beside Fang Guang.
At this time, Pei Yuanshao was sweating profusely from being killed by Fang Guang. It was all because of Bu Bu who worked hard to fill the hole. He also had strong muscles and was able to carry the two halberds, and he was able to survive until now.
Facing Fang Guang, the yellow turban sportsman already had the intention of giving up. At this moment, when he looked into Zhao Yun's eyes, this extremely miserable man had met his fate a few years ahead of schedule.
"You little thief, take your life!"
Pei Yuanshao shouted and stabbed Zhao Yun with the spear in his hand, but he only felt a pain in his throat. The last image he saw in this world was that he had fallen down from his horse.
The last image the Yellow Turban supporting character saw between heaven and earth was Fang Guang's doubtful eyes, and the blood dripping from the cheek of the man who stabbed him to death.
It turns out that Zhao Yun's meridian was injured by Guan Yu's sword energy. Along the way, he would bleed a lot from his mouth and nose every day at chen and noon.
The current Changshan Tiger General has a look of defeat on his face. It is only because of his heroic spirit that he must see Fang Guang that he can survive until now!
Today, after meeting Fang Datong, Zilong was emotionally agitated and felt tired and tired faster than before.
Zhao Yun's remaining strength was used to kill people. When he saw Pei Yuanshao, he didn't mean any nonsense. He came up and killed the man instantly with his family's marksmanship.
In both worlds, Pei Yuanshao died in the hands of Zhao Yun. This was destiny.
As soon as Pei Yuanshao died, the Yellow Turban Army blocking Fang Guang's body shouted and immediately dispersed.
Zhou Cang, who was hiding in the distance and watching, swallowed hard. The death of Lao Pei made him realize that he should stay away from high-end generals and start from the grassroots level.
"Zilong, what's wrong? You look so ugly. It won't be a problem when you see me. From now on, Changshan Tiger General will be Fang Datong's brother. The world is so big, there is enough room for the two of us to gallop!"
Fang Guang saw something was wrong with Zhao Yun and thought he was angry with Liu Bei. He couldn't help but patted Zilong's shoulder heavily, took out a brocade handkerchief from his arms and helped Zhao Yun wipe the blood stains on his chin.
At this time, the gate of Xujiawu Fort slowly opened, and Cao Ang, neatly dressed and carrying Fang Guang's Five Hundred Steps, rushed in with Xu Ding.
In Fang Guang's arms, Xu Chu's brother looked curiously at Zhao Yun, who stabbed Xu County's handsome man to death with his round eyes through the gap in his armor, and suddenly exclaimed.
"ah!"
Following Xu Qing's exclamation, Changshan Zhao Zilong beside Fang Guang finally couldn't hold on any longer, his vision went dark, he fainted and fell off his horse.
Fang Guang was shocked, jumped off his horse, and took Zhao Yun into his arms.
Only then did he realize that Zhao Yun's face was frighteningly pale, and his eye circles were extremely dark. For a man from Shijiazhuang who was eight feet tall, he was even frighteningly light.
The man who was vigorous and vigorous a few dozen days ago has, for some unknown reason, reached the point where his fuel is exhausted!
Fang Guang, who had not been panicked since the time travel, even on the bloody night of the plain, suddenly felt extremely palpitating.
He grabbed Zhao Yun's wrist and felt Zilong's pulse beating faintly, which was the sign of blood drying up and the spirit dying!
"Why is this? Zilong's blood is almost exhausted?"
"My son, the dragon? My son, the dragon?"
Unknowingly, Fang Guang was sweating profusely in front of the Yellow Turban Army, which was reorganizing and preparing to approach.
"Wipe your sweat, what's wrong? Fang Guang of Dongjun County is also so confused?"
"What happened to this person? When my great-uncle left, his face was the same color!"
Unknowingly, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao had already reached Fang Guang's side. Da Qiao looked down and saw Fang Guang in front of him, completely unaware of the arrival of his sisters.
The son of Tianzong, who was versatile in both civil and military affairs, was mumbling to himself, with a manly look on his face, and there was no trace of the calmness and composure he had just faced before the battle.
Fang Guang's thoughts were racing at this time. He knew that Zhao Yun in his arms had reached a critical moment of life and death. If he did not handle it properly, he would be galloping around the world side by side, and it would become the biggest joke in the world.
The prefect of Dongjun smelled a fragrant aroma in his ears. He raised his head blankly, and the two extremely handsome Fang Guang in front of him looked at him with strange pity and admiration.
The taller one even handed him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.
"Thank you very much, brother. May I ask?"
Fang Guang took the brocade handkerchief, smelled the elegant fragrance, and felt a little calmer.