Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

After a period of silence, a voice finally broke the silence.

"I am willing to follow Tun Chief Zhao and go with him!"

A dark-faced man came out and said firmly: "My family was killed by the Wuhuan people a long time ago, and I and the Wuhuan people have a **** feud."

Zhao Yun looked at him and nodded. He recognized this person, with the same surname as Zhao. All his family members were killed when the Wuhuan went south to plunder, so he threw himself under Gongsun Zan's anger and determined to kill Wuhuan to avenge his family.

"I go with you too!"

A slightly thin knight pouted and walked out, bitterly: "Xiu'er died in the hands of the Wuhuan people, I must avenge him!"

Zhao Yun patted him on the shoulder and said with comfort, "Don't worry, brother, this hatred must be reported!"

"I want to go too! My sister let the **** Wuhuan shoot him with an arrow."

"I went too. The Wuhuan people burned my family's house, causing my whole family to be displaced, and my father was seriously ill, so I went!"

"I also go..."

More than a hundred knights exasperated and shouted loudly. The horses in their hands hit the ground hard, making a sound like a rainstorm shaking the earth. At the same time, the words in their mouths gradually converged into a sentence.

"Go together, go together, go together!"

More than a hundred knights became bitter with the same enemy, and the flames of hatred were burning in their pupils. At this moment, the aura erupting from more than a hundred people seemed to be an army of a thousand people, and it was really morale.

"...Okay!" Gongsun continued gritted his teeth and raised the double-headed spear in his hand. This double-headed spear has a smooth shaft and has obviously been used for a long time. There is a touch of red tassel on each end, which is what Gongsun Zan used to be. Weapon.

Gongsun Zan was at the frontier for a long time and was very brave. He often led Qingqi into the Wuhuan Army. He did not need to change hands. He often killed several people in a single encounter. In each battle, there were less than a dozen hand-blades.

Gongsun continued loudly: "Let these Wuhuan people take a look, Bai Ma Yicong is still there!"

"Go together!"

When Gongsun Zan was guarding Youzhou, the white horse Yicong under his command was riding and shooting Wushuang, so that the Wuhuan people saw a large number of white horse teams from a distance, and they were so frightened that they turned and fled. As a result, powerful big merchants in Hebei often used white horses when transporting goods to Youzhou, which was precisely because of the reputation of Gongsun Zan.

"Great!"

Zhao Yun nodded with satisfaction, and raised the bright silver gun: "In this case, the whole army set off, and when it encounters the Wuhuan people and horses, they will avoid them, and the Wuhuan people and horses will intercept them and avenge their fathers and villagers!"

"Go together!"

Zhao Yun rushed out first, and more than a hundred Youzhou Army cavalry followed Zhao Yun aggressively and rushed forward.

Nanlou led five thousand Wuhuan cavalrymen to the south. Naturally, it was impossible to gather everyone around him all the time. Nanlou personally led two thousand-man squads, while the remaining Wuhuan cavalry was spread out in a hundred-man team. , Sweep the entire Shanggu County.

"Haha, so many Han slaves have been taken captive, Sir and Shan Yu must be very happy."

"Maybe I can reward you a few Han ladies!" A Wuhuan cavalry soldier next to him with a lewd smile, glanced back at the disheveled Han woman: "I tasted it yesterday. The taste of this Han woman is the same as that of the tribe. Those girls are really different."

Many Han women have disheveled clothes, red and swollen eyes, and limping on foot. It was precisely the insults suffered last night...

Hundreds of Han people walked in groups, including old and young, men and women, but they were all downcast and walked slowly on the road.

"Go faster, what's your time!"

Snapped!

The guard Wuhuan looked dissatisfied. He drew a whip and knocked down a middle-aged Han man with limited mobility to the ground. A young man rushed up and protected him. It seemed that he was a father and son.

"Don't hit my father!" Although the young man had tears in his eyes and was a little scared, he firmly guarded his father behind him.

The Wuhuan people were furious and shouted in Wuhuan language: "Little beast, you will kill you two-legged sheep today!"

The sharp whip was raised high, and the Wuhuan's face was fierce. Hundreds of Han people could not stop it. Seeing that their compatriots were about to suffer bad luck, they couldn't help crying.

"Master Wang! I and others are all people of the Han family. Why should I suffer the humiliation of the Wuhuan people? Does the court care if I live or die?"

Seeing that the whip was about to fall, the boy couldn't help closing his eyes tightly and defending his back. The weak middle-aged man reached out his hand and hugged the teenager: "Child...Go back, half-dead for the father, it's nothing if you die, you're still young..."

The young man didn't speak, just guarding his father tightly.

The whip fell heavily and slammed on the young man, and the heavy force rolled him to the ground, making a low growl. But the boy was quite resilient, gritted his teeth and stood up again, stretching out his arms to protect his father behind him.

"What a little beast, I will kill you today, and then kill your father!" The Wuhuan cavalry showed a cruel smile on his face, and raised his whip again, seeing that the whip was about to fall on the boy's cheek, making a crack. The voice of the sky suddenly sounded.

Whoosh!

A heavy arrow hit Wuhuanbing’s heart accurately and unmistakably. He trembled and fell to the ground, unable to hold his whip. After slowly lowering his head, he saw that the arrow was submerged in his body, leaving a small half of the arrow shaft. Wu trembles slightly, showing the strength of this arrow.

"Hmm..." Wuhuan's figure swayed slightly on the horse's back, and fell to the ground with a loud noise, causing the horse to hiss.

The young man opened his mouth in surprise, only to see Wuhuan soldiers lying on the ground unsatisfied, a pool of blood slowly seeping out from under him. He couldn't help but looked in the direction of the arrow.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong is here too!"

White horse silver spear, Yiqi Juechen. Zhao Yun's spirit was trembling, like a white lightning galloping forward, but one person was brave enough to win the three armies.

"People don't need to be afraid, I'm waiting for Youzhou Soldier, General Baima's subordinate. Wuhuan people listened, and immediately surrendered, otherwise they will kill you without mercy!"

Zhao Yun first spoke in Chinese and then shouted again in Wuhuan. After all, these Wuhuan people might not be able to understand Chinese.

Zhao Yun rode to Juechen, and a hundred knights rushed over not far behind him. With a branch tied behind the horse's tail, the horse rushed up and the yellow sand was rolling, like an army of thousands of horses coming over the sky, with great momentum for a while.

"Master Wang, it's Master Wang!"

"Is it a subordinate of General White Horse? Folks, we are saved."

"Great, don't let go of these god-slayed Wuhuan people, woo woo woo..."

The people who were arrested were excited, and even weeped with joy, and were extremely emotional.

The teenager hugged the middle-aged man excitedly: "Daddy, it is General White Horse, it is White Horse Yicong, we are saved."

"Stupid boy, General Baima, his old man, had already set himself on fire in Yijing."