Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

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Takito heard the words and immediately turned over to inform Sulinarari. Sulinarari wanted to fight with the Son of God. The masters of Rome knew that not to mention, the Son of God led the team. Sulinarari, the others are completely dead!

"Son of God! I was still wondering why the Son of God didn't come to support troops. I didn't expect this army to be the army of the Son of God." Camille stared at Zhao Yun on the holographic map with a look of enlightenment.

"The Han room is not the same as ours. They also use the strong to command, but behind them, there are talented people who are advisers. They are very similar to ours." Benito casually said A sentence.

"I don't think it's important. What's important is that you quickly calculate the distance. This legion is so fast. Be careful that when we speak, they have entered the range." Takito said casually.

Benito felt deep and reasonable, and naturally zoomed in the perspective. However, at the moment of the extension, Benito suddenly found that something was wrong, and some silver-blue glow broke out on the other party. The glare appeared.

I saw that the glow became bigger and bigger, and then Benito's map formed by the operation of light and shadow suddenly disappeared, and Benito was stunned.

"Is this discovered?" Takito looked at Benito in shock and asked, encountering this for the first time in so many years.

"..." Benito looked at Tacito speechlessly, and then quickly adjusted his elite talent to form a new light and shadow operation again, and then quickly calculated the position and distance angle.

"Hey, hello, you can't do it, I guess I haven't waited for you to calculate the distance and angle, the other party has entered the horizon." Alessandro was unable to spit out, what a ghost.

"Let the arrow go straight, Benito, you quickly locate the white horse, we can roughly estimate that let Alessandro let the arrow go." Camillo said helplessly.

"Yes, your arrow rain can generally deviate by a few miles, and the hit rate is entirely based on the feeling, and it seems that there will not be the kind of being avoided." Benito heard that while calculating the angular distance, he should respond. He has located the white horse again, and is not far from here.

Of course, this is for the white horse. It takes about half a day for other short-legged arms, and it is almost a few minutes away for the white horse.

On the other side, Zhao Yun was upset. Just when he inexplicably discovered that someone was peeping at him, the sense of peep suddenly disappeared after feeling a blow, but Zhao Yun was suddenly alert because of this subtle difference.

Because of the alert, Zhao Yun once again felt a more subtle peeping feeling, which made Zhao Yun very irritable and began to gather his inner energy naturally to prepare for the attack.

"Let the arrow, let the arrow go, let the arrow go fast, this thing is about to kill!" Benito calculated that the data had not yet been calculated, and Camillo was already in a hurry. Anyway, Alessandro's bow and arrow deviations were in accordance with To calculate, whether you can hit the face is all looking, so Camille urged immediately.

Alessandro glanced at Carmelo, although it was a bit uncomfortable to be instructed by the other party, but after thinking about it, he ordered the arrow to be released, and the continuous explosions appeared again.

At the same time, Camillo asked Benito sideways, "Benito, I heard that you replaced all your soldiers with cavalry, and painted the horse white?"

"Oh, my gut tells me that if you paint the horse white and use that fast-speed talent, you should be able to run faster. When Sulinari came, I ’ll go and block the opposite, so fast, no matter what Whatever thing hits, probably will die, this legion should be regarded as the most brittle three talents. "Benito said with a smile, ready to play.

"Don't underestimate, even if it's you, you must be mentally prepared. Fortunately, you only need to hold them for a while, and we will take care of the rest." Camillo patted the breast and packed the ticket. "Although this speed means Is dangerous, but it also means strength. "

"I don't have to be like this, such a rapid speed, if it is a knife, it is probably difficult to withstand even your level." Benito said with a smile, "but it's a pity that my real elite cavalry There are more than 1,500 people. "

Between Benito's speeches, a large group of white horses were riding behind him, wearing light leather armor, light cavalry with short bows and sabers, and proper white horses were equipped.

"Uh, Benito, why do you have to paint the warhorse white." After bringing Sulinarari over, Tachito, who had just hurried over, looked at the warhorse that even had the horseshoes white, and his cheeks twitched.

Although a few days ago Takito also heard that Benito was coloring the horse, but this time he saw the white horse that was really painted.

Camillo and Alessandro held their foreheads in their left hands, embarrassed, and always felt so good and shameful.

"Once again, I warn you that this talent has an idealistic side. Pure white horses have a bonus to speed. Of course, whitewashing also has an effect, but I estimate that if you can form a pure white army, there may be other hidden effects. "" Benito said slightly bitterly.

"This kind of statement ..." Camillo, Tachito, Alessandro looked up involuntarily, how did it feel like the monsters of the Julius family?

The Julius family in Rome is a wonderful family. Either as now, there is basically no sense of existence in a generation, or it is even out of Caesar. Anthony is called a near god, or it is directly a god-level figure.

The most obvious point of this family is that either their generation is completely waste, and the legion is holding the command like other legion chiefs, or this generation is open, and the legion is engaged with a strong personal style. .

Just like the fifth skylark, this is Caesar's pot, and the third is also the twelfth and thirteenth. These legions obviously have the style of Caesar's hand pumping. The feeling is like, the thing I made is like darkness The fireflies in general are so eclectic.

As for the fourteenth, it is needless to say, Nero is the fourteenth legion that dismantled Caesar, reworked on the original basis, and the tyrant neuropathy is radiated inside and out as well as blood and beauty And the pursuit of all things in the world.

"Don't you think it looks alike?" Benito asked deeply, so he smiled.

"It's really a bit like, their legion carried the obvious trace of the general." Camille slightly nodded.

"The elite talents obtained from the Han Army have obvious personal traces." Benito said slowly, Camillo and others were silent.

Although they don't like this kind of marks very much, they have to admit that the generals who can make the Legion bring their own marks are either monsters or have certain characteristics.

In the same way, this kind of legion is also stronger than other legions. It can basically become the top legion and even the three-talent elite among the two talents. The legion itself has very strong personal traces.

This kind of trace can be simply recognized as a kind of will, and in this world, the will that is strong enough to leave personal traces on the legion for hundreds of years is actually enough to give birth to new forces.

It may not be too strong, but on the basis of dual talents, it can still slightly strengthen the power, even 5% is enough to widen the gap. This is also the white horse under Zhao Yunyu ’s white horse. There are important reasons for a deeper understanding.

After all, Zhao Yunbaima and Gongsun Baima are in the same line.

"That's it." Camille didn't talk much. "It's yours. Let's break his back path. You can block more than a thousand people."

"No problem, I burned them back with a talent and played them with decathlon." Benito mounted the horse with a smile, crossed the short bow and rushed out of the camp, and the speed was accompanied by Benito's acceleration. Faster and faster, this is the real, the most primitive fast white horse.

"In other words, is Benito's short bow useful? Well, at very high speed, if the bow and arrow are not easy to aim at, and on the other hand, if the arrow is used on the front, although it will not be chased by itself, it will not respond well. Camille frowned slightly.

Benito, who had gone a while away, suddenly pulled the light short bow and shot towards the front, only to hear a scream, and the light arrow leapt by hundreds of steps with a sharp scream.

"I can't control this arrow completely." Benito said with a wry smile. This is the ability that he developed after mastering the speed of the speed to the extreme that his subordinates can master, or should not be said to be developed. , And should be said to restore.

This is the ability of Gongsun Zan's white horse. As the ultimate of light cavalry, white horse has never given up the bow and arrow in his hand. Although it is a short bow and light arrow, but under the blessing of speed, it is completely inferior to those elite archers in Jiangnan. .

In addition, because it is a short bow, it is extremely labor-saving, and it can be aimed even when riding a horse. The only disadvantage is that the light arrow of the fast speed arrow has almost no way to shoot, only a flat shot, or a diagonal downward shot. As for its power, it is definitely not inferior. Normal longbow.

At the moment Benito drove out of the camp, the side of the horizon erupted with the most powerful inner air, and then a silver-blue beam of light slanted from the side of the horizon toward the sky.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!" A large piece of arrows comparable to a spear directly covered both sides of the white horse. As for all the more than three hundred arrows that could have been shot at the white horse, Yi Yun was swept away by Zhao Yun without cloud pressure control. .

"Arrow rain of this scale!" Zhao Yun looked at the densely packed arrows, which suddenly submerged into the ground, and almost sweated the undershirt. If it wasn't for the weird sense of peeping before, he quietly gathered the inner air. The scale before Arrow rain shot, even if a wave of Zhao Yun erupted, it is impossible for all arrows not to fall on Baima's head.