"Brothers! It's time to serve the lord!" Looking at the crumbling outer shield wall, looking deep, he turned over with a big knife and shouted: "Today, let me live and die together!"

"Life and die together!"

The soldiers around him all shouted loudly, and he knew what to face next. The crumbling shield wall was their last line of defense. When the shield wall could not hold on, it was when they fought hard to kill the enemy. Tens of thousands of barbarians were around him. It was difficult for them to escape. Since they could not escape and were unwilling to be captured, they had to fight to the end. Most of these people were Bingzhou infantrymen. They followed Zhao Yun to conquer Liangzhou in the west and attacked Yizhou in the south. They had experienced many killings along the way, and had already put life and death aside.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, the soldiers were able to maintain high morale. Wei Yan was amazed in his heart, and even felt the desire to die for Yang Fan.

"Wei Yan! You haven't surrendered yet?" The tenacious will of the Yang family soldiers made Meng Huo feel scared for the first time. There were only two thousand people. In the north, there were tens of thousands of such Yang family soldiers. Meng Huo suddenly realized that he might have made a big mistake.

"Hmph!" Wei Yan's face was cold, but after slowly spitting out the word "kill" from his mouth, the round formation suddenly dispersed. Two thousand Yang family soldiers then turned into dozens of small teams, constantly fighting with the barbarians around him, while Wei Yan was single-handedly killing Meng Huo.

Wei Yan was brave and had no enemies everywhere he passed. The stimulation of blood made him particularly bloodthirsty, as if a beast was biting all living things he could see. However, the barbarians had lived in the mountains for a long time and fought with wild beasts all year round. Naturally, Wei Yan's performance would not make them feel scared. On the contrary, the obsession of capturing Wei Yan alive became stronger in the hearts of the barbarians.

It is like a tiger in the mountain. Killing it may be very simple, but it will become particularly difficult to capture it alive. However, for the Southern Barbarians, as long as they can capture the tiger alive, it means that they have enough courage, courage, skills and wisdom, and their status in the tribe will also improve in the future.

Looking at the fearless Southern Barbarians, Wei Yan felt extremely miserable. The long-term fighting had already exhausted him and was about to reach the verge of collapse.

As the number of soldiers around him became less and less, Wei Yan's situation became more and more dangerous. However, he was still fighting, fighting, and still maintaining his high will. Zhao Yun once said, "General is the courage of the soldiers. As long as the general continues to fight, the soldiers will follow suit. Even if they fight to the last person, they will follow their general and fight to the last moment of their lives!".

"Kill! Live and die together!"

Wei Yan's voice was hoarse. He had shouted this slogan many times. He felt that his body was getting tired and his eyelids were getting heavier. Perhaps, this was the last battlefield in his life.

"Life and die together!"

The soldiers of the Yang family army who were still insisting around responded. However, these words were already very messy, just a few words, no longer so imposing, but they seemed quite tragic.

"Kill! Wei Yan, hold on!"

At this time, a loud shout sounded from afar. Wei Yan looked up and saw a man wearing silver armor, holding an iron spear, and a white horse under his crotch was rushing towards him quickly. This person was Zhao Yun, the head general of the Yang family army's Xidaying.

Seeing that Zhao Yun and thousands of soldiers finally arrived at the battlefield, Meng Huo was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Zhao Yun is still here, damn it! Damn it!"

"Meng Jie!" Meng Huo's eyes were gloomy and he turned his head to a strong man beside him and ordered: "Take three thousand people to intercept Zhao Yun! I'll take people to kill Wei Yan first!"

"I understand!" Meng Jie was big and thick, and replied in a muffled voice: "Brother, don't worry! I will definitely be able to twist Zhao Yun's head off and present it to my elder brother!"

Meng Huo couldn't say much about Meng Jie's words, so he could only sigh in his heart, as long as you can come back alive. Obviously, Meng Huo also didn't have much confidence in Meng Jie, he just wanted Meng Jie to buy him time.

"Brothers! General Zhao brings people to save us! Follow me to kill the enemy!" Zhao Yun's arrival was like injecting a psychiatric agent into Wei Yan. Suddenly, Wei Yan felt that his whole body was full of strength, and his previous fatigue was wiped out.

Meng Huo saw the change in Wei Yan's state and was anxious. At this moment, he ignored whether he could beat Wei Yan or not, and came to Wei Yan with a big knife.

Meng Huo was the number one warrior among the Southern Barbarians. At this time, he joined the battlefield and defeated Wei Yan repeatedly, with only the ability to resist and no power to fight back.

"Hateful!" Wei Yan held Meng Huo's big knife and said angrily: "I will definitely kill you if I call it normal!"

"Hmph! Go and die!" Meng Huo ignored those, and held a knife and greeted Wei Yan.

At this time, Meng Jie also brought people to meet Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun! I am Meng Huo's brother, Meng Jie! Don't think about going through today!" Meng Jie stood up and stood in the middle of the road, looking majestic.

"Sorry!" Zhao Yun was worried that Wei Yan would have been too entangled with Meng Jie here. He saw Zhao Yun's spear come out like a dragon, and the Pojun spear in his hand suddenly turned into several gun shadows and stabbed at Meng Jie suddenly.

Meng Jie was shocked when he saw this. He felt a flash in front of him. The spear in Zhao Yun's hand turned into several gun shadows. He didn't know which gun shadow was real at the moment. In desperation, Meng Jie roared repeatedly, slashing the big knife in his hand, trying to use a quick knife to cut the mess.

However, Zhao Yun's martial arts are much higher than Meng Jie. Although Meng Jie looks tall and big, in Zhao Yun's eyes, it is no different from a child.

After the two passed by, Meng Jie was immediately caught off guard. His eyes widened and showed unbelievable feelings. Meng Jie's throat was pierced by a spear. Obviously, Meng Jie had died in battle.

After Zhao Yun stabbed Meng Jie to death with one shot, he led his people into the crowd and then opened up his battle. His handsome appearance seemed particularly ferocious. There was no enemy in the place where he passed. Even if it was a group fight, it would be difficult to delay Zhao Yun's pace. With just a hundred feet of charge, Zhao Yun killed hundreds of enemies alone, just like a living god of war, with blood plastering against the white robe and a gun that killed the evil soul. The surrounding southern barbarians were finally afraid. At the same time, they had a ridiculous idea in their hearts, that is, is this still a human?

When Zhao Yun was killed, Meng Huo also saw Zhao Yun's great martial arts with his own eyes and exclaimed: "This... there is such a person in the world!"

As the number one warrior of the Southern Barbarians, Meng Huo has always been arrogant and looks down on someone who is weaker than him. However, at this moment, Meng Huo had doubts about his bravery for the first time. He could not even win the vanguard general of the other side for a long time. Now, the general of the Yang family army is right in front of him, which makes it difficult for Meng Huo to have the desire to fight again.

Zhao Yun didn't care what Meng Huo was thinking at this time. He just wanted to save Wei Yan at the moment. Suddenly, Zhao Yun drove into the battle group. The Pojun gun in his hand led to Meng Huo and blocked Meng Huo's big sword for Wei Yan.

"General!" Wei Yan looked excited and was about to speak to express his gratitude, but heard Zhao Yun's words, "Chang Wen, take someone out first, and leave it to me!"

This sentence sounds ordinary, but it makes Meng Huo feel endless domineering and the character of no other than me.

"Yes!" Wei Yan and his men slowly retreated from the battlefield. During this period, no southern barbarian came forward to stop him. Everyone looked at Zhao Yun, looking at the official general who was alone in the camp and was not afraid.

Even though there were enemies around him, Zhao Yun was not afraid at all. He held his gun and shouted angrily: "Ha! I am a general under the throne of Jin, so Zhao Yun! You are the rats! Why don't you surrender quickly!"

Zhao Yun was surrounded by heavy siege, but still issued a domineering declaration. Although it seemed a bit inappropriate, he had seen Zhao Yun's mighty side with his own eyes. Meng Huo also felt that this statement was very reasonable.
Chapter completed!