Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 79 Yu was furious!
"Bullshit!" Zhang Niujiao's eyes widened, veins popping out on his forehead. He kicked over the brazier, sending sparks flying. He shouted angrily, "If you abandon our women, children, and brothers, who will follow us in the future?"

"Besides, even if we are willing to evacuate, what about our brothers? Are they willing to abandon their families as well?"

Chu Feiyan's face was solemn, her lips were tightly pursed, and she said no more. She just sighed heavily and slowly turned and left.

Zhang Niujiao looked at Chu Feiyan's departing back, wanting to say something but stopping himself, his lips slightly open, as if something was choking his throat, but he finally uttered a word.

In fact, he knew in his heart that Chu Feiyan's decision was correct, and Chu Feiyan's strategy could preserve the Black Mountain Army to the greatest extent.

However, it was morally and emotionally difficult for him to make such a decision.

He couldn't bear to do this!

But Zhang Niujiao had no chance to regret, because this was his last chance.

As the afternoon passed, the snow curtain became thicker, and the fine ice crystals, carried by the north wind, enveloped the sky and the earth in chaos.

On the watchtower outside the Black Mountain Army camp, two soldiers in tattered linen clothes were hunching their necks and rubbing their hands to keep warm when they suddenly felt a slight tremor coming from the ground beneath their feet.

The two men stuck their heads out in horror, only to see a red Arabian horse suddenly leap out from the snow and fog. The man on the horse was wearing gold, silver and iron armor, his long beard was as black as ink, and the tip of the spear in his hand was so cold that it was even colder than the wind.

Behind him was a large number of cavalry.

The sound of horse hooves rumbled from far away, penetrating the wind and snow and reaching the Black Mountain Army camp. Three thousand Yu Lin cavalry attacked under the cover of wind and snow.

It has to be said that the performance of the Black Mountain Army was indeed much better than that of the Yellow Turbans of Yuzhou under Bo Cai. When the sound of horse hooves was heard, someone sounded the drums of assembly.

Zhang Niujiao hurriedly put on a suit of black armor, and without even having time to put on a helmet, he picked up his gun and mounted his horse to command his troops. His voice became a little hoarse due to anxiety.

"Don't panic! Return to your bases and form a battle formation!" Zhang Niu Jiao shouted at the top of his lungs.

He knew very well that if they could not form an effective battle formation, the light infantry would fall down in an instant like straw dummies on the ridges of a field under the charge of the cavalry.

However, no matter how anxious Zhang Niu Jiao was, the Black Mountain Army was ultimately forced to fight hastily. The Black Mountain soldiers walked out of the tents one after another, stabbing randomly with wooden spears.

One of the Yulin riders shook the spear in his hand, knocking the wooden spear away, and the other Yulin rider took advantage of the situation to stab the Black Mountain soldier who had lost his weapon to death.

Guan Yu, the commander-in-chief of this battle, pulled the reins hard, and his horse neighed loudly like a dragon's roar. Its iron hooves crushed the snow and mud, and it turned into a red lightning and rushed straight towards the enemy camp.

The Yulin cavalry on both sides dispersed tacitly and followed closely behind in a sharp arrow formation. The sound of spear tips entering flesh, the sound of bones and flesh breaking, and the whistling sound of wind and snow were intertwined.

There were also some people who reacted quickly and raised a door panel snatched from somewhere as a shield, but saw a red Ferghana horse leap over, swung its lance diagonally and cut the door panel in two, and then raised another lance to kill the man.

"Red-faced thief, prepare your death!"

Amidst the chaos of the army, a loud shout suddenly arose.

Zhang Baiqi rode a white horse and thrust his spear towards Guan Yu. The tip of the spear went straight to Guan Yu's throat from the side like a poisonous snake.

However, Guan Yu did not dodge at all. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. Taking advantage of the length of the 10-foot-long lance in his hand, he swung it upwards, and the lance blade hit Zhang Baiqi's wrist. With such sudden force, he actually cut off Zhang Baiqi's wrist holding the lance.

"A traitor."

Guan Yu looked at Zhang Baiqi who fell off his horse due to pain, raised his head slightly, and his majestic almond-shaped eyes were full of disdain.

White horses are beautiful, but few warriors ride them in battle, both ancient and modern. Such a beautiful white horse would stand out on the battlefield, and how could anyone without exceptional martial arts skills control it?

This guy has only ordinary martial arts skills, but he dares to ride a white horse?
Isn’t this just “selling the first place by inserting a bid”?

It would be better to present this white horse to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and use it as the carriage horses of the Eastern Palace to enhance the majesty!
Before Guan Yu could order his men to take the white horse away, an arrow grazed his beard.

Guan Yu's face suddenly changed. He stroked his beard gently, but saw a few broken beards falling into his palm. The hand holding the lance could not help but tremble slightly.

Guan Yu had only two hobbies in his daily life. One was studying "Zuo Zhuan" and the other was carefully maintaining his beard.

During the Han Dynasty, men all considered it beautiful to have a beard. Some grew long beards, some grew goatees, and Guan Yu liked to grow a long beard.

Guan Yu's beard was more than two feet long, black as ink, and hung down to his chest like a waterfall. It was not tangled in the wind and cast a soft glow in the sunlight.

Every morning and evening, Guan Yu would use a rhinoceros horn comb dipped in a special Shouwu paste, and slowly comb his beard from the roots to the tips more than a hundred times. He would also boil mulberry leaves in water to clean his beard, making it soft, flexible and smooth.

However, his carefully maintained beard was scratched by an arrow!
In an instant, Yu became furious.

A pair of sharp and majestic phoenix eyes immediately locked onto the bandit general wearing black armor and holding a longbow eighty steps away. The red Ferghana horse under his crotch seemed to be possessed by a spirit. It neighed loudly, stood up, and crushed the heads of the two bandits who blocked the road with its iron hooves as big as bowls.

"Die, you rat!"

Perhaps sensing its master's anger, the Ferghana horse secreted more sweat, making its already red body even redder, just like Guan Yu's angry face.

For some reason, the moment Zhang Niujiao looked into those phoenix eyes, he suddenly felt his heart tremble and a sense of fear surged up in him. His legs felt slightly weak and his hands holding the longbow began to tremble unconsciously.

"Stop that red-faced thief quickly!" Zhang Niujiao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhang Niu Jiao held a longbow and pointed it directly at Guan Yu.

A group of personal guards under his command rushed forward with their spears. Guan Yu's arms were full of muscles and the spear tips swept across like lightning, breaking the spear shafts with a sound.

However, the power of the spear tip did not diminish at all. After piercing into a person's chest, it lifted the body up into the air and knocked down several Black Mountain Army soldiers behind them, creating a gap!
Blood rain splashed on the snow. Guan Yu squeezed his horse's belly hard. The bloody horse under his crotch neighed loudly, and its iron hooves stepped on the broken limbs and arms. It turned into a red lightning and rushed straight to Zhang Niu Jiao from the gap!
Zhang Niujiao shot two arrows in succession, but whether it was because of fear or poor shooting skills, both arrows missed the target severely. He hastily dropped his bow and switched to a gun, but unexpectedly a burst of murderous energy rushed straight to his face.

The "red-faced thief" he mentioned was already right in front of him. Before he could wave his spear to block it, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The eight-foot-long lance had already pierced through his black armor and passed through his chest, knocking him off his horse and nailing him to the snow.

Zhang Niujiao, who was nailed to the ground by a horse spear, was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He tightly grasped the spear shaft that had pierced his chest with both hands. The desire to survive filled his mind and he seemed to want to struggle. His eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, and his legs kept kicking.

Guan Yu dismounted from his horse, his combat boots crushing the snow. Zhang Niu Jiao's lips, which were bleeding, opened and closed, and it was unknown what he wanted to say, when Guan Yu stepped on his chest.

Zhang Niujiao looked up at the "red-faced thief" who looked like a god in front of him. His vision gradually became blurred. He only heard a crisp "clang" sound, and the sharp ring-handled knife was the last scene in his eyes.

The knife flashed like a piece of silk and the sound of the cervical vertebrae breaking could be heard.

The blood gushed out, splashing red plums over a foot long on the snow.

Zhang Niujiao's personal guards surrounded Guan Yu, but they were all terrified and pale, and did not dare to move forward. They watched Guan Yu sheath his sword, grab Zhang Niujiao's head by his hair with his left hand, hold the lance that was still dripping with blood, jump on his horse, and leave calmly.

Liu Bian personally led a thousand cavalrymen to station themselves on the slope. Observing the situation, he could not help but exclaim, "They are truly invincible!"

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