Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Everyone in the tent was stunned.

Duan Yu made his move without even giving Cheng Yuanzhi a chance to speak or resist.

He snapped Cheng Yuanzhi's neck as easily as if he were crushing a chick.

Cheng Yuanzhi, however, had no idea who Duan Yu was.

The body lay on the ground like a puddle of mud.

The elite Yellow Turban soldiers around him looked at Cheng Yuanzhi, who had once slaughtered many in Youzhou, but was now being easily crushed to death, with disbelief on their faces.

There are also Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Guan Hai, and Guan Cheng, among others.

Duan Yu's reputation was indeed widespread, but none of these people had ever seen him make a move.

Everyone says that Duan Yu was a tiger general of his time, but this is like a famous teacher or scholar exaggerating his reputation.

As for Deng Mao and Bian Xi, they were more like wooden stakes that had been fixed in place.

As Duan Yu walked forward, he took Zhang Ning's hand and they walked together toward Bian Xi and Deng Mao.

Seeing the gleaming steel blade, and realizing that he would soon be killed if he didn't take action, Deng Mao gritted his teeth and made a tough decision.

"Go! Kill these traitors!"

Deng Mao shouted loudly: "Traitorous officials, you have kidnapped the Holy Maiden and are plotting to kill the Commander-in-Chief! Charge!"

"Kill him and rescue the Holy Maiden!"

Cheng Yuanzhi is dead.

But Deng Mao is not dead yet.

Cheng Yuanzhi is dead.

If we kill these people and take control of the Holy Maiden, wouldn't we be able to replace Cheng Yuanzhi?

This was Deng Mao's first idea.

This idea made Deng Mao's face flush with excitement.

crisis!

What is a crisis?

A crisis is one where danger and opportunity coexist!

This opportunity is right in front of us now.

A large number of Yellow Turban soldiers were already rushing towards the camp from behind.

Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Guan Hai, and Guan Cheng all stepped forward and drew their weapons.

"Saint Protector!"

Deng Mao shouted, "Kill the rebels!"

Zhang Niujiao and the others were shouting to protect the Holy Maiden.

As for Duan Yu, he carried a knife in one hand and held Zhang Ning's soft hand with the other, walking towards the outside of the tent.

Outside the tent, the more than one hundred elite soldiers from Liangzhou brought by Duan Yu were already engaged in fierce fighting with the Yellow Turban army outside.

The expected one-sided attack failed to materialize at this point.

Because among this group of over a hundred people were Zhang Xiu and Hao Zhao.

Duan Yu walked out of the tent and looked at Deng Mao with a cold gaze.

"That day in the north of Wuji County, you escaped with your life, but today..."

At this point, Duan Yu narrowed his eyes and brandished his sword at the Yellow Turban soldiers charging towards him.

The blade swept past, and the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were not wearing armor, were no match for the sharp edge.

His chest was instantly ripped open, spraying blood everywhere.

Deng Mao was taken aback.

North of Wuji County?

Suddenly, Deng Mao seemed to have thought of something.

That day, he led the vanguard of the Youzhou camp to the north of Wuji County.

Later, they heard that the Liangzhou cavalry had arrived.

Then he ran away.

“You…” Deng Mao’s eyes suddenly widened.

A familiar figure came to mind.

One after another, the large banners bearing the character "段" (duan) emerged from the depths of my memory like death warrants.

"he....."

"He is Duan Yu from Liangzhou!"

"Bian Xi, kill him! Kill him quickly! He is Duan Yu, the governor of Liangzhou!"

Deng Mao shouted in terror.

Bian Xi was bending down to pick up the hammer from the ground.

Duan Yu, the governor of Liangzhou?

The name Bian Xi is familiar.

Because Bian Xi was from Bingzhou.

Duan Yu rose to prominence in Bingzhou.

Duan Yu?

That legendary general, Duan Yu?

How could it be him?

Why is he here?

After a brief moment of distraction, Bian Xi became excited again.

Everyone knows that Duan Yu is a tiger general of his time.

If only I could kill Duan Yu with my own hands.

Wouldn't that make you famous all over the world?

Bian Xi picked up the hammer that had fallen to the ground.

Kill Duan Yu.

Famous throughout the world!

The crazy idea caused Bian Xi's expression to become somewhat excitedly distorted.

"Haha!" Bian Xi laughed loudly, brandishing the iron hammer in his hand: "Duan Yu, prepare to die!"

"Kill you, and I, Bian Xi, will become famous throughout the world!"

Bian Xi, who considered himself a master of martial arts, wielded a pair of iron hammers.

The whooshing sound was quite intimidating.

Standing to the side, hiding behind Duan Yu as if watching a show, Jia Dong turned his head to look at Bian Xi rushing over.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at an idiot.

brush!

Duan Yu swung his sword horizontally.

Bang!

The two iron balls fell directly to the ground.

Bian Xi, who was holding two wooden sticks that were no longer than his arm, froze on the spot.

Bian Xi was about to speak when he saw that the joint between the hammer and the wooden stick had been neatly cut off.

But no sound came out of his mouth.

Puzzled, Bian Xi reached out to touch his neck.

puff!

A red line of blood split open directly from Bian Xi's neck.

Incite!

It was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground again.

Bian Xi's eyes were wide open.

Huh?

How come I can see my own back?

Bian Xi was puzzled.

But the next second, his eyes were covered by a layer of blood mist.

Byun Hee's headless corpse, which had been standing upright, fell to the ground, pressing down on the head that had rolled to the ground.

Deng Mao, who had already run outside the tent and witnessed this scene, was terrified.

Behind them, Zhang Xiu, wielding a silver spear, was wreaking havoc on horseback, forcing the charging Yellow Turban army to retreat repeatedly.

On the other side, Hao Zhao, wielding two short guns, was also extremely fierce, actually pushing back against the Yellow Turban army that was charging at him.

Upon seeing Duan Yu's ferocity at the camp gate, the Yellow Turban soldiers dared not advance.

Duan Yu, holding Zhang Ning's hand, walked out of the tent step by step.

Deng Mao, realizing that all was lost, began to flee.

As long as Zhang Ning steps out of the tent and reveals his identity, the Youzhou camp will immediately surrender.

If Cheng Yuanzhi were still alive, things might not have turned out this way.

Unfortunately, Cheng Yuanzhi was already dead.

Zhang Ning's identity and status within the Taiping Dao are irreplaceable.

He, a mere vanguard general, could never rival Zhang Ning's prestige.

run.

Only by running can one survive.

So, when Bian Xi was there, Deng Mao ran off into the distance without looking back.

Duan Yu stood in front of the camp gate, watching the battle outside.

The camp is surrounded by Cheng Yuanzhi's confidants; it would be good to kill them all.

"My Lord".

Jia Dong ran up from behind, carrying a bow and an arrow.

"My lord, that guy has escaped." Jia Dong looked at Deng Mao fleeing into the distance.

Duan Yu smiled slightly and took the bow and arrow from Jia Dong's hand.

Jia Dong's eyes immediately lit up with excitement as he turned to Zhang Niujiao and the others beside him and said, "Watch closely, Lord Junhou's archery skills are truly unparalleled in the world."

“You are in luck today. Lord Jun has not made a move for a long time.”

"Today I'll show you something."

Jia Dong proudly raised his chin, as if he were the one performing a miracle in front of everyone.

By this time, Deng Mao had already run about two hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

Zhang Niujiao and the others stared wide-eyed.

How much force would it take to hit the target at that distance?

To their surprise, Duan Yu was not in a hurry.

Instead, he checked the bow and arrows before slowly drawing the bow and nocking the arrow.

She even turned her head and smiled slightly at Zhang Ning.

At this moment, Zhang Ning's eyes were filled with Duan Yu, who was like a god of war.

Deng Mao ran frantically, and after running about three hundred steps, he still didn't forget to look back.

It was at this time.

A streak of light flashed by.

puff!

The arrow pierced through his brow.

Deng Mao's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

At the entrance of the camp, Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Guan Hai, Guan Cheng, and others stared at Duan Yu as if he were a monster.

Three hundred steps.

An arrow struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

The arrow pierced his skull.

What kind of accuracy and power is this?

Is this the tiger general of the world?

............

August marks the approach of early autumn.

A fast horse galloped towards Luoyang City at an extremely fast speed.

The cavalryman had two flags planted behind him and held a bamboo tube in his hand.

As he rode his horse into Pingcheng Gate, he shouted for the surrounding people to make way.

"Step aside!"

"Step aside!"

"Urgent dispatch from Bingzhou, 800 li away!"

"Urgent dispatch from Bingzhou, 800 li away!"

"Step aside!"

The cavalry charged straight toward the residence of the three dukes, their hooves pounding.