Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 464 Yun's Fury (Part 2)

'Hu~'

The flag bearer, who was over two meters tall, swung the flag with his thick arms and swept it directly towards Zhao Yun.

The banner was extremely heavy, yet this person was able to wield it with ease; he truly deserved to be the flag bearer chosen from among thousands.

If Zhao Yun were hit by this, even if he were wearing the alloy steel armor given to him by Lin Dao, he would still be sent flying.

But Zhao Yun suddenly rolled forward.

He spun around on the ground, dodging the sweeping banner, and appeared next to the burly flag bearer.

With a swing of the Qinggang Sword, the first strike severed the flag bearer's thigh.

With the flag bearer's screams, the Qinggang Sword swept across his neck once more.

The screams abruptly stopped, leaving only the gurgling sound of the trachea being cut open.

Zhao Yun gripped the banner in one hand and held the Qinggang sword in the other, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

The Cao Wei army was shocked, and for a moment no one stepped forward.

Carrying Cao Zhen's banner, Zhao Yun strode to the horse trap he had encountered earlier.

He glanced at the neighing steed below, raised his hand and cut off the flagpole, then removed the flag and tied it to his waist.

He bent down and pulled out the cliff-edge gun he had used to escape earlier.

Only then did the Wei soldiers guarding the flag behind them come to their senses and rush over, shouting.

As long as the flag is there, we live; if the flag is lost, we die!
The Cao army soldiers guarding the flag were blinded by rage and charged forward with a desperate attitude, trying to snatch back the flag.

All around were many Cao Wei soldiers, who drew their bows and arrows and picked up their crossbows, firing a barrage of shots at Zhao Yun.

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, neither powerful bows nor crossbows could penetrate Zhao Yun's full-body armor; they could only produce a thud.

Even more outrageous, seven or eight Cao Wei soldiers rushed forward, thrusting their long weapons at each other, but they could only hear the sound and could not break through the armor.

The function of fine armor was realized at this moment.

Despite his advanced age, Zhao Yun remained valiant. With a roar, he swung his Cliff-Corner Spear, deflecting the long weapons blocking his path. He then sheathed his Qinggang Sword and flicked the spear left and right with both hands.

The spearhead struck the armored soldier from Cao Wei, sending him flying.

Zhao Yun moved with lightning speed, wielding his spear as he went. The spear moved like a serpent, and wherever it passed, men and horses fell and screams of agony filled the air.

Cao Zhen, who was directing the ambush from the hillside, looked at this scene as if he had seen a ghost.

He asked his generals in disbelief, "Is he really seventy?!"

The generals were all filled with fear and did not know how to respond.

This is outrageous! A seventy-year-old man actually broke through the armored soldiers' lines!

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan must not be allowed to live!"

Cao Zhen gritted his teeth and ordered, "Beat the drums! Unleash all the ambush troops! We must capture him no matter what!"

"Also, take back my flag."

"Whoever reclaims the banner will be granted a marquisate by this governor!"

The thunderous sound of drums echoed through the Baoxie Road.

The Cao Wei troops fought fiercely like madmen, with most of their forces engaged in blocking Zhao Yun's cavalry and hindering Deng Zhi's reinforcements.

Those who were truly nearby all went to Zhao Yun.

Seeing the horde of Cao Cao's army surging towards him, the elderly Zhao Yun remained calm and composed. He planted his spear in the ground and reached in to retrieve a rectangular box about half the length of his palm.

Open the box, remove the shockproof liner and packaging, and you'll find a vial of medical-grade epinephrine.

Zhao Yun recalled the words Lin Zihou had spoken to him before the expedition began.

"General Zilong, you are getting old after all, and your physical strength and stamina are not as good as when you were young."

"Once we get into a tough fight, something unexpected might happen."

"This substance is called adrenaline."

"You can think of it as a miracle drug, a miracle drug with side effects."

"If you're in a dangerous situation, use this medicine directly; it can activate your sympathetic nervous system in a short time."

Simply put, it can quickly replenish your energy and vitality.

"This is how you use it~"

Recalling Professor Lin Dao's method, Zhao Yun lifted a piece of armor and lining and plunged it fiercely into his body.

He is indeed old, but only his body has aged; the warrior spirit of the battlefield remains!
A cool sensation quickly spread through my body.

Zhao Yun released his depleted adrenaline and felt his previously exhausted body surge with strength once again!

With one hand drawing his spear, Zhao Yun, his eyes bloodshot, roared and charged into Cao Cao's army.

Having regained seven or eight tenths of his youthful strength, Zhao Yun was truly like a tiger descending the mountain, charging forward and leaving a trail of fallen Cao army soldiers in his wake.

Many Cao Wei generals and officers, eager to achieve merit and be ennobled, roared, "I am so-and-so from such-and-such place!"

They would charge at the elderly Zhao Yun with shouts and screams, but would be knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.

As the last great general of his generation, Zhao Yun, having regained his strength, is not someone these young lads can easily fool.

Originally, the greatest threat to Zhao Yun was the crossbow, but he was wearing the alloy armor given to him by Lin Dao, which made him completely immune to crossbow fire.

Even desperate Wei soldiers shot at Zhao Yun with powerful crossbows from within ten paces, but still failed to penetrate him.

Cao Zhen, who was watching the battle from the hillside, was so angry at the sight that he gritted his teeth and wished he could personally ride his horse and charge into the fray.

"This old man."

"At his age, how can he still be so fierce and brave?"

"Could it be that you took medicine?"

"Our great Wei has countless capable generals; surely we can defeat this old man?"

"Bang the drum!"

Cao Zhen was furious and ordered, "I will personally beat the drum; he must be killed!"

The drums on the hillside roared, and Cao Cao's army's offensive grew increasingly frenzied. At this moment, Zhao Yun felt his whole body burning up, and it seemed as if a voice was constantly echoing in his mind.

He took a deep breath and looked at the distant hillside.

A dozen or so large drums stood on the hillside, along with a new general's flag.

Previously, Zhao Yun would have prioritized breaking through the encirclement.

It wasn't that he was afraid of war, but rather that he didn't want to die here and cause trouble for the Northern Expedition.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's heart was racing under the stimulation of adrenaline, and his mind was no longer as clear and calm as before.

"Cao Zhen must be there!"

"If this man is killed, the Northern Expedition will surely be victorious!"

Zhao Yun thought of this and then went to do it.

He first took down a Wei general, and then seized his warhorse.

Instead of regrouping with the main force cavalry that had been intercepted not far away, they charged through the encirclement and headed straight for the hillside.

With gritted teeth and red eyes, Zhao Yun was clearly in a state of great rage.

The man and his horse charged up the hillside as if there was no one there, heading straight for Cao Zhen.

Cao Zhen, who was shirtless and beating the drum, heard the generals behind him shouting and yelling, and subconsciously turned around to look.

Upon seeing this, they were terrified out of their wits.

He hurriedly turned away from the war drum and fled up the mountain under the escort of his personal guards.

The mountain path was difficult to traverse, and Zhao Yun's warhorse gradually struggled to climb, further hampered by numerous Cao soldiers desperately trying to stop it.

Seeing that the distance was getting further and further, Zhao Yun simply dismounted and rushed forward on foot to pursue them.

At this moment, Cao Zhen, shirtless and surrounded by the crowd, was very conspicuous.

Despite his advanced age and the fact that he was being intercepted by Cao Cao's army while still wearing armor, Zhao Yun ran incredibly fast and closed in.

When they were only twenty paces apart, Zhao Yun suddenly shouted and threw the Cliff-Corner Spear in his hand at Cao Zhen.

Cao Zhen, who happened to turn around, was terrified when he saw this scene.

Suddenly, he grabbed one of his bodyguards and used the bodyguard to block the flying spear.

The spear pierced the guard's chest, and the impact sent the guard crashing into Cao Zhen, who fell and tumbled in a chaotic mess.

Clang!

Zhao Yun drew his Qinggang sword again and charged towards Cao Zhen, slashing his way through the crowd.

Cao Zhen, who had been knocked to the ground, was helped up by his guards.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhao Yun, wielding the Qinggang Sword, slashing left and right, already within ten steps behind him.

The last dozen or so guards rushed forward one after another to stop him.

These guards were all former Tiger and Leopard Cavalrymen, and even without their warhorses, they were still incredibly powerful in battle.

Unfortunately for them, they ran into Zhao Yun, who was in a state of great rage.

Even though Zhao Yun was old, he was still invincible in his fury, especially after he used adrenaline.

The ring-pommel swords used by the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were all cut in half when they clashed with the Qinggang Sword.

Their supposedly sturdy iron armor was also no match for the Qinggang Sword.

The result of this generational difference in weapon quality was that, although the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were fearless, they were all defeated by Zhao Yun.

When Cao Zhen saw Zhao Yun, with red eyes, walking towards him, he was filled with regret.

'I shouldn't have gone to play the drums~'

Because of the drumming, he not only left his horse, but also took off his armor.

His armor was not made of pig iron, but of refined steel based on wrought iron.

The Qinggang Sword can pierce through the outer and inner lining of cast iron armor, but it is powerless against tempered steel.

To make matters worse, he didn't even have a weapon at this point.

Looking at the drumsticks in his hand, Cao Zhen raised them, charged forward, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Grand Commander Cao Zhen of the Great Wei is here!"

"Death to the old thief!"

With a ferocious expression, Cao Zhen suddenly leaped up and swung his drumsticks at Zhao Yun's head.

The next moment, a flash of light appeared in Zhao Yun's hand, and the Qinggang Sword was swung diagonally upwards, the extremely sharp blade slicing through Cao Zhen's abdomen and chest, leaving a long gash.

Blood splattered out, and under the influence of gravity, Cao Zhen's various internal organs flowed down the huge wound cut by the Qinggang Sword like a gushing stream.

Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, Cao Zhen instantly lost all strength, fell to the ground, and convulsed and struggled.

After glancing at him, Zhao Yun took a breath and turned to rush down the mountain.

The nearby Cao army was instantly thrown into great turmoil.

Ordinary soldiers, terrified, scattered in all directions.

Cao Zhen's guards, after the initial panic, quickly surged forward like madmen.

A group of people rushed forward, snatched Cao Zhen's body, and dragged it away.

Meanwhile, many more guards, their eyes red with rage, rushed toward Zhao Yun.

They fought recklessly, each one wanting to die alongside Zhao Yun.

These guards usually enjoy the best treatment and status.

Correspondingly, their lives were also tied to their commander.

If their commander is killed, they too must die, for they failed in their duty to protect him.

The only way out is to kill Zhao Yun; otherwise, they will all be buried with Cao Zhen.

(End of this chapter)