I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 994 "The Actor" Meng Zhang

At the same time, Meng Zhang on the command platform looked at Zhao Yun's Dragon Gallant Spear, which was already cracked, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

He then began to subtly suppress the immense internal energy within him, making himself appear as weak as possible so that Zhao Yun and the others would mistakenly believe that Meng Zhang was not skilled in martial arts.

Therefore, with Meng Zhang's secret cooperation, Zhao Yun quickly inflicted several minor injuries on Meng Zhang!

The blue light from the pearl on the tassel of his Starry Sword gradually faded. He pretended to stagger back two steps, deliberately letting Zhao Yun's spear tip cut a hole in his brocade robe.

Shi Jingsi's furious shouts still echoed in his ears, but the Yellow Turban Army commander seemed completely unaware of the danger, letting the spear on the cliff edge whiz past his ear. A few strands of hair at his temples were snapped off by the strong wind and fell onto the gilded railing of the command platform.

"Meng Shuai, watch out!"

Amidst the panicked cries of the Yellow Turban warriors, Meng Zhang adopted an awkward defensive stance, his Star Sword, like a dragonfly with its wings dampened by morning dew, crookedly blocking Zhao Yun's Dragon Gall Spear, which moved like a silver dragon probing the sea.

The spear tassel swept across the lotus-patterned wrist guard on his wrist, causing a few ice crystals to flutter down and refract a rainbow of light in the morning sun.

"snort!"

Meng Zhang grunted, and the brocade robe on his left shoulder tore open, revealing the black soft armor underneath—he deliberately concealed his protective aura, letting the spear tip plow a white mark into the armor.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Meng Shuai spurred his horse forward and retreated. His Dragon Gallant Spear knocked away a Soul-Chasing Banner, while Zhao Yun's spear chain swept away the golden drums below the command platform.

Zhao Yun rubbed his wrist and smiled bitterly, letting Tang Qingxin's sharp point press against his throat. On the black soft armor, the qi in my chest circulated like a surging river, yet it was weakly suppressed to make the surface ripple with intense waves.

I watched the departing figure of the White Horse Cavalry, a strange look flashing in my eyes.

The Dragon Gallant Spear grazed past my ear, leaving an eight-foot-deep mark on the armrest of the commander's seat. Taking advantage of that brief moment of opening, Zhao Yun flicked the tassel of the Starry Sky Sword with his left fingertip.

Tang Qing smiled deeply, but just as Meng Shuai's silver-white protective aura reached his body, he deliberately caused his protective aura to stagnate for half a breath.

He clapped his hands and chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of deliberate panting.

Nearby, the star-shaped flags of the Azure Dragon Celestial Legion have been re-arranged, while at the entrance of Calabash Valley in the northwest, the silver bells of the White Horse Cavalry are ringing out, gradually gaining momentum like a wildfire.

"What I want are the lives of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Qian Army, and the blood of a few white horses!"

Following closely behind was Liang Lin, whose lone needle and bright silver hammer danced like a silver moon, causing the chains of the White Horse Cavalry to crumble inch by inch wherever they passed.

"General, your 'Silver Dragon Raises Its Head' technique has truly broadened my horizons."

Zhao Yun's spear chain crashed down the earthen wall, sparks flying everywhere. A silver-armored captain's silver chain was even backfired by the qi, and fine beads of blood seeped from his palm.

Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Spear, still wielding its momentum, impaled the old general, armor and all, into the broken flagpole.

Just then, the sound of thunderous hooves suddenly came from nearby. Liang Fang's phoenix-winged gilded halberd cleaved through the blood mist, gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the morning glow.

"Grand Tutor—!"

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

...

"Walk!"

Blood dripped from the spear tip, spreading like withered plum blossoms on the blue bricks. Suddenly, a knife wound on the old general's chest burst open, and the first wisp of life dissipated into the morning breeze.

Eight hundred White Horse Cavalrymen, like a silver torrent, broke through the gap in Shi Jingsi's defenses.

"The general's courage is unparalleled in this era!"

Just as Liang Fang and Liang Lin were about to give chase, Zhao Yun suddenly raised his hand, and the pearl under the Starry Sky Sword Tassel once again burst forth with dazzling blue light.

"withdraw!"

"General Zhao is indeed a hero; he was able to break through that impenetrable wall of copper and iron so easily."

Zhao Yun's spear could be seen clearly ahead, and the seasoned captain suddenly realized that something was amiss.

Ice crystals poured down like a torrential rain, blooming into white plum blossoms beneath my brocade robe. The golden crown in my hair was also swept off by the strong wind. I staggered and fell to the ground, blood seeping from between my fingers, staining the brocade cloud carpet on my body red.

The fierce Yellow Turban general, his beard and hair bristling, the red tassel beneath his lion-headed helmet dancing wildly in the wind, cried out: "Meng Zhang! How dare this treacherous general harm Meng Zhang!"

Tan Mengjun's bloodshot roar was swallowed by the sound of war drums. I saw Li Cunxiao draw his spear and create a cloud of blood mist. Gu Changqing's body slid off like a rag doll. The "Gu" banner that had followed him for seventy years was now being crushed to pieces by the iron hooves of the Flying Tiger Cavalry.

At the same time, in the central army of the Qian army, the moment the bronze spear cleaved through the morning mist, Gu Changqing's command platform collapsed with a crash.

Zhao Yun suddenly shouted, using his left hand to propel himself up and leap into the air. His Starry Sky Sword danced, unleashing a shower of stars. The sword's edge appeared chaotic, but in reality, it subtly aligned with the Zhou Tian Starry Sky Formation, drawing all of Liang Fang and Liang Lin's attacks toward the bronze lampposts surrounding the command platform.

As Meng Shuai roared, the Dragon Gallant Spear suddenly burst forth with dazzling silver light. The ice crystals in the morning mist condensed into a ten-foot-long aura drawn by the spear's light, which then violently crashed into the starlight array behind Zhao Yun.

Liang Fang's eyes were bloodshot as he cleaved through the first ice wall with his phoenix-winged gilded halberd. Liang Lin followed closely behind, his lone needle-shaped silver hammer transforming into a shooting star chasing the moon, aiming straight for Meng Shuai's heart.

Just as I was about to speak to remind him, I saw Zhao Yun suddenly stagger and fall down to the ground beneath the commander's seat. The Starry Sky Sword flew out of his hand and crashed right into the commander's flagpole, causing the four pheasant tail tassels to tremble and scatter gold dust all over the ground.

The Yellow Turban Army's spear tip trembled slightly, and icy mist meandered down Tang Qing's neck along the blade. The ever-victorious general suddenly caught a fleeting glint in the other's eyes, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart.

Every time the commander-in-chief of Longxiang was in a "perilous situation," he just barely avoided the fatal blow; these seemingly clumsy stumbles clearly corresponded to a certain wonderful gait.

The gilded mace shattered eight lampposts, and the gleaming silver hammer smashed half of the railing. Taking advantage of that moment of chaos, Zhao Yun deliberately let himself be struck in the chest by a Yellow Turban army pole, staggering and falling off the command platform.

As I spoke, I seemingly panicked and dodged to the side, but in reality, I precisely made the Yellow Turban soldiers' spears graz my jade belt for the eighth time. The jade dragon-patterned buckle shattered and tumbled down the stone steps of the command platform with a clatter.

Zhao Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ice crystals fell from beneath his brocade robe.

Zhao Yun suddenly burst into loud laughter, which startled the bronze sparrows perched on the eaves of the command platform. Amidst the flapping of their wings, a crimson tinge appeared on my throat. I deliberately charged towards the spear tip, letting the Dragon Gall Spear slash a bloody gash across my neck. The gold-trimmed collar of my robe was instantly stained crimson.

A star suddenly shone, transforming into the Big Dipper and hanging below the command platform. The previously scattered Yellow Turban warriors suddenly roared in unison, and earth-yellow qi surged from the earth's veins, condensing into an earth-yellow qi wall under the guidance of the star.

"Meng Zhang!"

At this moment, a silver-armored captain led his White Horse Cavalry into the command platform. Chains wrapped around the flagpole like silver snakes, and Zhao Yun's spear tip was knocking away the sword of the first guard.

Zhao Yun gazed at the Azure Dragon Star Banner billowing in the sky and knew the time had come. Suddenly, I grabbed the Yellow Turban Army pole with my right hand, seemingly pulling it in a panic, but actually using that force to lean forward.

Morning light streamed through the complete dome of the command platform, falling on Tang Qing. Commander Shi Jingsi picked up a jade dragon-patterned buckle from the ground, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Great marksmanship!"