Three Kingdoms: Madam, I am a decent person

Chapter 749 The Death of Xiahou Yuan!
Zhao Yun was struck in the back by an arrow and fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Lü Qian shouted excitedly, spurred his horse to speed up, and went to meet them alone.

Throwing away his bow, Lü Qian gripped his broadsword and swung it down towards Zhao Yun's head.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun leaped up, gripped his spear, and thrust it back, striking the eye of the warhorse beneath Lü Qian.

The warhorse, in pain, leaped and threw Lü Qian off its back.

Lu Qian's greatsword, which was aimed at Zhao Yun, struck empty air.

Lü Qian himself also fell to the ground.

The soldiers behind him gasped in surprise.

Zhao Yun ignored Lü Qian and continued running forward at breakneck speed.

Lü Qian got up from the ground, feeling both ashamed and angry.

That Zhao Yun, damn it, why is he so troublesome?

This still can't kill him!
As Zhao Yun galloped away on foot, about to disappear into the night, Lü Qian pushed a cavalryman off his horse, mounted himself, and chased after Zhao Yun.

If he still can't kill Zhao Yun, he'll become a laughing stock.

Once we catch him, we'll tear him to pieces!
Lü Qian gave chase again.

Seeing Lü Qian's appearance, the soldiers behind him disregarded the possibility of an ambush in the grove and hurriedly chased after him.

Zhao Yun will soon be caught up again.

Seeing Lü Qian and his men rapidly approaching from behind, Zhao Yun's forehead was also covered in cold sweat.

Why haven't we seen the warhorses that Xi Zhicai arranged yet?

How can we hide now?
Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and ran forward.

This time, Zhao Yun's eyes lit up after running for only a short while.

Ahead, a blood-red warhorse blocked the middle of the road!
Zhao Yun took a breath and sped up as he rushed forward.

Lu Qian also spotted the blood-red warhorse ahead and was startled.

However, he was truly unwilling to give up.

This is the governor!
The head of an official at the governor level is not a matter of ordinary merit.

If you miss this opportunity, there's a good chance you won't have another one in the future!
Gritting his teeth, Lü Qian continued chasing after them, shouting behind him, "Watch your surroundings, beware of ambushes!"

The soldiers behind him immediately slowed their pace and nervously looked to both sides.

At the same time, Zhao Yun had already mounted his horse.

Lü Qian spurred his horse and charged forward!
Raising his broadsword, Lü Qian slashed at Zhao Yun's neck, shouting excitedly, "The enemy general is nothing special! The victory is in my hands!"

The next moment, a cold glint flashed in front of him.

Zhao Yun suddenly fell backward, his back almost touching the horse's back.

In his hand, a long spear, accompanied by a strong wind, pierced through Lü Qian's Adam's apple!

The two people seemed to be frozen in place.

Lu Qian held his broadsword high, his eyes narrowed, and he made indistinct "hohoho" sounds.

Fresh blood mixed with bits of internal organs gushed from his mouth.

Lu Qian stiffly tried to lower his head, wanting to see clearly the spear that had pierced his Adam's apple.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He, a general, was killed by a single bullet!
He's still an unknown general!
Zhao Yun did not give Lü Qian a chance to back down.

The instant he pierced the opponent's Adam's apple, Zhao Yun gripped his spear with both hands, gave a sharp jerk, and severed Lü Qian's head, then flicked it upwards.

Lu Qian's headless corpse immediately fell off his warhorse.

His head was lifted into the air.

Zhao Yun tightened the reins, turned his horse around, and charged towards the utterly shocked soldiers behind him.

As Lü Qian's head fell, Zhao Yun's horse, which had caught up with him, was sent flying!
Zhao Yun, spear in hand, charged directly into the ranks of the defending soldiers.

The defending soldiers only then realized what was happening.
As they rushed toward Zhao Yun, they screamed, "General Lü is dead!" The three thousand elite troops seemed to have gone into a frenzy, flanking Zhao Yun one after another.

Zhao Yun, alone with his spear and horse, moved through the crowd under the bright moonlight.

Screams came and went.

People kept rushing forward.

People were constantly being stabbed off their horses.

Zhao Yun fought his way from the very front of the three thousand elite troops to the very back.

No one has rushed out of the grove yet.

Zhao Yun turned his horse around and charged in again.

Under the cover of night, shouts and curses rose and fell.

Not long after, Xiahou Yuan arrived with two thousand infantrymen.

Seeing the chaotic scene ahead, Xiahou Yuan led his troops forward, shouting, "Where is the enemy? How many men do they have?"

The soldiers brought by Lü Qian pointed ahead and said, "There is only one enemy soldier, the Governor of Yangzhou. He has already killed General Lü!"

Xiahou Yuan's breath hitched.

what's the situation?
One enemy soldier?
He killed Lü Qian and then charged through three thousand elite troops all by himself?

Xiahou Yuan came to his senses, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

While directing the two thousand infantrymen behind him to quickly encircle and attack, Xiahou Yuan also spurred his horse forward.

Today, he will slay an enemy general of the rank of governor!
The two thousand infantrymen he brought had just formed their ranks when a loud, explosive sound rang out.

From the grove on the left, countless arrows rained down like locusts upon the army.

The two thousand infantrymen who had just formed their battle formation fell one after another in pools of blood.

Xiahou Yuan was about to rush forward and kill Zhao Yun.

The sudden change made Xiahou Yuan stop breathing.

Knowing something was wrong, Xiahou Yuan didn't hesitate and turned to run away.

His years of combat experience told him that he had been ambushed!
Now that we're in danger, if I, the commander, can escape, everything will be fine!
However, he had just turned his horse around and ventured deep into the night, trying to evade the attack.

A warhorse neighed.

His warhorse had only charged forward a short distance when it was tripped and fell to the ground.

Xiahou Yuan on his warhorse also flew out.

Xiahou Yuan cried out in pain, his soul nearly leaving his body—

Tripwire!
Ignoring the pain, Xiahou Yuan got up from the ground and ran.

The next moment, in the darkness, a dozen soldiers rushed up, their long-handled weapons thrusting, hooking, or stabbing, and pinned Xiahou Yuan to the ground.

His limbs and shoulders were all pierced by sharp blades.

Xiahou Yuan's face flushed red as he tried to break free.

However, with his limbs and shoulders pierced, he was completely unable to exert any strength.

Xiahou Yuan's forehead veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with terror.

Could it be that the highest-ranking official I've ever witnessed die in this war wasn't Governor Zhao Yun of Yangzhou, but myself, the Protector General?

With a cry of "Ah!!!", Xiahou Yuan struggled to get up from the soldiers' attack.

The next moment, a rider galloped over, and a blade flashed coldly as it slashed at Xiahou Yuan's neck.

Xiahou Yuan's head flew off instantly!

Blood gushed from the wound on his neck like a fountain.

The cavalryman stopped in front of Xiahou Yuan's headless corpse. He rubbed the blade of his broadsword against the armor of Xiahou Yuan's headless body a few times to wipe away the blood, then spurred his horse to Xiahou Yuan's head. He raised his broadsword and shouted at the thousands of guards not far away: "Xiahou Yuan's head is here. Anyone who still resists will be killed without mercy!"

(End of this chapter)