Chapter 387: Saving the Lord Alone at Changban Slope

The next day, evening.

The dim sky-screen suddenly lit up.

The light instantly illuminated the area below as if it were broad daylight.

Golden light slowly gathered in the center of the sky-screen, and new text slowly emerged.

And it was accompanied by a loud voice, allowing everyone in the Three Kingdoms plane to hear it.

【Counting down the top ten famous scenes of the Three Kingdoms—】

【Scene Seven: Saving the Lord Alone at Changban Slope】

In mid-air, that massive spirit ship remained there.

The nine emperors all ended their seclusion the moment they heard the sky-screen's voice.

Then they came out of their respective rooms, arrived at the bow of the ship, and looked up at the sky-screen above.

On the wilderness below.

The camps of the eighteen feudal lords stretched for dozens of miles.

Liu Bei clenched his fists, Guan Yu narrowed his phoenix eyes, and Zhang Fei's round eyes widened.

Cao Cao stood on a high platform, stroking his beard and gazing intently.

Sun Quan's wine cup hung in mid-air, long un-drunk.

The sky-screen unfolded with a boom.

On the screen, autumn grass was stained with blood, and broken flags and shattered spears covered the wilderness.

Hundreds of thousands of commoners fled in all directions.

Cao's iron cavalry encircled and slaughtered from all sides, the sword light flashing like stars falling to earth, and the rain of arrows as dense as locusts passing through.

Amidst the corpses covering the field, the Shu army's banners fell into the mud, repeatedly trampled by horse hooves.

Lady Gan, holding the infant Liu Shan, was separated in the chaos of the army.

When Liu Bei broke through the encirclement and looked back, only dozens of personal guards remained behind him; all his great generals were lost, and his family was nowhere to be found.

At that moment, Liu Bei's eye sockets suddenly turned red.

Desperate situation, total collapse.

The entire army was fleeing for their lives, everyone unable to look after themselves.

Cao's army of a million, an iron wall of encirclement, airtight.

No one in the world dared to defy this edge.

But in the turbulent waves of the chaotic world, there was one person who went against the ten thousand armies.

The sky-screen image suddenly focused.

A snow-white figure reined in his horse and turned back from the routed Shu army, going against the flow of people, standing alone on the blood-stained wilderness.

At that moment, the nine emperors on the spirit ship leaned forward simultaneously.

Ying Zheng tapped the railing with his fingertips: "Good courage."

On the screen, Zhao Yun of Changshan, aged just over twenty.

His plain white silver armor reflected the setting sun like blood, unstained by a speck of dust.

The Night-Shining Jade Lion beneath him raised its head and neighed, its four hooves pawing the ground, its mane fluttering.

The bright silver dragon-gall spear in his hand lay across the horse's back, the spear tip reflecting the cold light and the blood-colored residual clouds in the sky.

Everyone was fleeing south in a panic with Liu Bei.

Only he alone turned his horse's head to face the monstrous flood of Cao's army.

A line of hot-stamped golden characters appeared on the sky-screen—

【Not for fame, not for wealth. Only to not fail the trust of the lord.】

Zhao Yun squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, the Night-Shining Jade Lion let out a long neigh, and its four hooves took to the air.

White clothes, white horse, charging straight toward the black, oppressive iron formation of Cao's army!

First in, first out, breaking the vanguard formation.

The Cao army's vanguard camp had just intercepted a group of fleeing commoners; before their swords could fall, the silver light had arrived.

Zhao Yun flicked the leading colonel away with one spear thrust; his spear momentum was like a dragon, sweeping left and right, instantly tearing open the first gap.

He reined in his horse and shouted: "Run south! The lord is in the south!"

The commoners cried and surged past his side; Zhao Yun pulled his horse and left, the Cao army behind him chased for two miles, but simply couldn't catch up.

On the spirit ship.

Liu Bang clicked his tongue in wonder: "To be able to spare the mind to point the way amidst thousands of troops and horses, this kid's mind is very clear."

The sky-screen's countdown continued.

Second in, second out, breaking into the Cao army's crossbow camp.

The Cao army's crossbowmen occupied the high ground, arrows falling like rain.

The Night-Shining Jade Lion dodged and shifted; Zhao Yun leaned over the horse's back, his silver spear dancing into a wheel of light, arrows knocked away with a clatter.

The warhorse charged into the crossbow formation, spear picking at bowstrings, horse trampling arrow stacks; the Cao army's crossbowmen fled in all directions.

A colonel covering the rear had just nocked an arrow, but Zhao Yun's spear tip had already reached his throat.

Liu Che clapped his hands: "Coordinated infantry and cavalry, combined with formation tactics, is inherently a dead end for a lone rider charging in."

"But this person combines horse speed, spear speed, and judgment seamlessly."

Third in, third out, charging the Cao Wei core formation.

This time, Zhao Yun faced the Cao army's central infantry formation head-on.

Long spears were like a forest, layered and stacked; shields were like a wall, impenetrable.

The Night-Shining Jade Lion suddenly accelerated, leaping up suddenly at a distance of three zhang from the spear formation!

The moment the white horse took to the air, Zhao Yun leaned to one side, thrusting his spear through a gap in the shields, flicking away the shield-bearing soldiers.

The warhorse landed, the spear momentum not stopping, sweeping left and right like a wild wind rolling through leaves.

The central formation was torn open by force; Zhao Yun's spear tip flicked open a military tent, and the civil official who scurried out in panic collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Yun glanced: "Not him."

He pulled his horse and left.

Yang Jian stroked his beard: "Even when trapped in heavy encirclement, he can maintain judgment, choosing paths, avoiding enemies, and searching for people, all in one go, without any hesitation."

"This is battlefield intuition reaching the realm of transformation."

Fourth in, fourth out, breaking the heavy armored cavalry encirclement.

The Cao Wei Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were dispatched.

Iron armor gleaming, warhorses majestic, a hundred riders charging like a rolling iron current.

Zhao Yun was surrounded at the core, his silver armor already splashed with blood, the hem of his white robe trampled to pieces by horse hooves, but his spear momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

The dragon-gall spear thrust out from his left waist, piercing the rib armor of a heavy cavalryman;

He swept back, the spear shaft breaking the front hooves of the second horse;

The Night-Shining Jade Lion reared up, its two hooves trampling the face mask of the third cavalryman.

This segment of combat was extremely exquisite, every movement with ease.

Five Tiger and Leopard Cavalrymen raised their swords to slash simultaneously; Zhao Yun switched the spear to his left hand, his right hand drawing the Qinggang sword from his waist, sword and spear both out.

The left-hand spear blocked three swords, the right-hand sword continuously slashed the front legs of two horses, five riders falling simultaneously.

Zhao Yun, left spear and right sword, both weapons dancing like a windmill, killing through the heavy cavalry formation.

At the bow, Zhao Kuangyin's gaze was burning: "Distracted left and right, both weapons attacking different targets, this is the top martial general's soul-splitting technique."

"Ordinary people practice for ten years and may not succeed; he is young and yet so proficient, showing his extraordinary talent."

Fifth in, fifth out, breaking into the enemy's ambush circle.

When Zhao Yun broke out of the encirclement for the fourth time, the Cao army had already adjusted its tactics.

Ambush troops on three sides closed the net simultaneously, infantry holding long spears to block the road, crossbowmen occupying the high ground to block the retreat, and light cavalry flanking and encircling from both sides.

The net of heaven and earth slowly tightened.

The Night-Shining Jade Lion had three sword wounds on its body, Zhao Yun's ribs were grazed by a stray arrow, and his white armor split open, blood seeping out.

But his expression did not change, his spear momentum becoming even more fierce.

He chose a spear formation on the east side that looked the thickest and charged straight at it!

Rushing to three zhang before the formation, he suddenly turned left, galloping along the edge of the spear formation, the spear tip scraping along the spear shafts, more than ten pikemen having their fingers severed simultaneously.

The gap opened, and Zhao Yun rode out.

Zhu Yuanzhang blurted out: "In war, the most feared thing is being surrounded."

"He was actually able to see which part of the encirclement was a bluff and which part was truly weak; this eye for detail is rare in the world."

Sixth in, sixth out, fighting several fierce Cao Wei generals.

The famous generals of the Cao army finally arrived.

First, Zhang He rode over, his great spear sweeping at Zhao Yun's waist.

Zhao Yun twisted his body to avoid it, the spear tip returning to pierce Zhang He's horse's neck.

Zhang He hurriedly pulled his horse's head to retreat, shocked in his heart: This person is still so fast after fighting five formations?

Subsequently, Xiahou Dun led his personal guards to encircle him, the one-eyed general swinging his sword down with great force.

Zhao Yun blocked with his spear shaft, unloading eighty percent of the force, and backhanded a spear thrust at Xiahou Dun's horse's belly.

Xiahou Dun reined in his horse and jumped away, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Finally, Cao Hong brought over a hundred elite cavalry to attack from behind.

Zhao Yun was attacked from front and back, the warhorse beneath him forced to a withered willow tree, with no retreat.

Killing moves from three sides fell simultaneously.

But at that moment, Zhao Yun thrust his dragon-gall spear into the ground, borrowed the force to leap up, twisted his body in mid-air, and slashed down with the Qinggang sword!

The sword light drew an arc, and the three weapons that slashed simultaneously were all blocked.

Zhao Yun landed back on the horse's back, pulled up the dragon-gall spear, and thrust a spear to the left and right, hitting the throats of two deputy generals.

Then he swept the tail of the spear, shattering the helmet of the third cavalryman.

The three-sided encirclement was broken in one move.

On the spirit ship, the nine emperors gasped simultaneously.

Li Shimin sighed and clapped his hands: "Attacked from three sides, forced into a dead end, horse with no retreat, normal people would have closed their eyes and waited for death."

"He was actually able to jump up, turn a circle, block three swords with one sword, land and kill three people... is this a human?"

Zhu Di added quietly: "Worthy of being Zhao Zilong of Changshan." ===== CHAPTER 388 =====