"Kill the thief and get the reward!"

The water in the canal was white, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The Han infantry formed a formation to face the enemy, and the cavalry continued to pursue them. However, the Xiongnu elite had been completely routed.

Zhang Liao held the crescent halberd in one hand and sat on the back of Qingman Dawan, silently watching the battlefield, not wanting to take action.

However, what he held in his left hand attracted a lot of attention. Some were in awe, some were envious, but there was also fear. Even now, some Huns soldiers still can't believe that King Zuo Xian, who was galloping on the grassland, died like this.

"Where is the leader of the army? Come out and pay homage to this king."

After several rounds of shooting, the Han army gradually suppressed its own side by relying on the advantage of baggage supplies.

At this time, King Zuo Xian made some provocative words in an attempt to provoke the enemy general.

As a result, there was a figure on the other side of the river charging through the rain of arrows.

Riding alone, crossing the glacier in one step.

No one could react at all.

I could feel the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground constantly amplifying in my ears, and then, a cold light flashed through.

King Zuo Xian fell from his horse and collapsed on the ground... without his head.

At that time, the prairie warrior standing nearby vaguely saw a hint of purple, which seemed to be the color of the cloak.

"Your Majesty is really..."

"Maybe."

At this moment, two Huns soldiers with broad waists and broad shoulders were still frightened. They were chatting while patting their horses and running away.

As the personal guards of King Zuoxian, they are undoubtedly the strong ones on the grassland. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are one of the best in a hundred.

But the scene that happened not long ago made the two of them doubt their lives——

A gust of wind pressure hit them, making their cheeks hurt. Then, the surrounding space seemed to be frozen, and their limbs became stiff and unable to move at all.

No!

Only the eyes could barely move around their bodies, and then, watching helplessly as their master was beheaded, a thought emerged in their minds as they turned into scarecrows:

My life is over?!

Fortunately, when everyone felt that their hearts suddenly stopped beating, their limbs could move again.

The indescribable figure seemed to disdain to take action again. Carrying a bloody object, Shi Shiran returned to the other side.

The entire battlefield stagnated for several breaths.

Thinking back to this point, the two Xiongnu warriors turned their heads and glanced towards the other side of the glacier with their peripheral vision——

A figure is sitting on a horse, holding a crescent halberd in his right hand, and a bunch of hair in his left hand. Under it, there is a head with round eyes swaying in the wind.

Um?

Zhang Liao frowned. He naturally noticed the prying eyes and didn't want to pay attention to them, but the two glances were too direct and barely concealed.

Subconsciously, Zhang Liao looked over.

The law!

Almost at the same time, the horses neighed and their hooves went limp, unable to move at all.

The owners of the horses, the two Hun soldiers, felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar: It was this terrible feeling of being slaughtered again, what on earth is that, a god?

However, the next moment there was sound in the world again.

The voice of the Han army’s messenger sounded:

"The general has an order, kill the thieves with all your strength, and don't let anyone escape!"

At this moment, Zhang Liao had withdrawn his gaze and allowed his soldiers and generals to take action.

The two Huns soldiers consciously saved their lives and kept hitting their mounts with whips, wishing they could fly away from the battlefield.

The horse was in pain and temporarily forgot about its panic. Its gray hoofs kept denting the soil, and its speed increased again.

The sound of wind echoed in my ears.

"The master is dead, where are we going?"

"Go back to camp."

"No, King Gu Li has a cruel character. If he knew that King Zuo Xian was dead, he would definitely let you and I be buried with him."

"Then, let's go back to the grassland."

"You want to implicate your family? Stop contacting them and go hang out in the Xianbei people's territory. Just treat you and I as having died on the battlefield..."

In a few words, a plan was made.

Unfortunately, before I could implement it, I was targeted by others.

In fact, Hao Meng, the Marquis of Yu, had already noticed these two big fish, and he killed them on horseback, finally closing the distance.

"Hun dog, where do you want to run?"

Hao Meng shouted loudly, but before he could finish speaking, he abandoned his sword, picked up his bow, and pulled out two arrows from the arrow pot.

stretch!

The sound of bow strings vibrating sounded.

Two red arrows flashed away from the string, which was particularly conspicuous in the pitch-black night.

On!

Before the two guards of King Zuo Xian could react, their heads were penetrated and they fell off their horses. Then, their bodies were trampled into pulp by their mounts.

And this is just a microcosm of the entire battlefield. Each Han army has its own goal, and is constantly performing a drama of pursuit.

In fact, these Xiongnu soldiers have long been frightened, and how can they still be half as elegant as when they came?

Some panicked and fled to unknown areas;

Some want to return to the main camp, expecting reinforcements to arrive;

Some went straight to the northern grasslands.

Everything was seen by Zhang Liao, who had an overview of the overall situation, and thought to himself: The situation has been decided, I wonder what the situation is like with my lord?

Frankly speaking, he had already guessed where Ding Yuan was currently.

At this moment, the Bingzhou hero was probably fighting hard in the enemy's rear camp. In addition, he should also be accompanied by Commander Lu Li's personal guards and some cavalry under the command of the pioneer officer Song Xian.

Thinking of this, Zhang Liao murmured: "With Meng Ming protecting you, there shouldn't be any accidents."

In fact, in his opinion, Lu Li was not weak in strength, he just lacked battle experience, and the Huns lacked high-level combat power, so they could be regarded as a whetstone.

Hundreds of miles away.

The furious roar of the black-maned horse echoed through the wilderness. Lu Li, wearing two armors and holding a long sword in his hand, was closely guarding the rear of a cavalry team.

The Huns were able to ride horses and were good at archery, and their sphere of influence extended all the way to the Western Regions. Because of this, it was not uncommon for the Han people to see precious horses in their eyes.

At least, with the full sprint of the black-maned horse, it would be difficult to catch up with them for a while.

"King Guli, the enemy general is about to catch up, what should we do?"

"If we continue like this, our war horses will lose their strength and die. When the time comes..."

The noise in his ears continued, and King Guli's face became more and more ugly. These tribal leaders usually like to show off their force, saying how brave they were when they were young and how they could tear apart wolves and tigers, but now they are so cowardly.

In addition, why is the Han army so powerful?

When we besieged Yunzhong County, the guards we encountered were not even worthy of carrying shoes compared to them!

Realizing that the sound of horse hoofbeats behind him was getting clearer and louder, King Guli suppressed his chaotic thoughts and said in a deep voice:

"Scatter and run away, each choose a direction, don't gather again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his grip on the horse's belly and rushed toward the southeast——

Youzhou!

This place is only seventy or eighty miles away from the Youzhou border, and the Han Dynasty stipulated that officials from various states were not allowed to cross the border without orders.

This may be a way to survive!

In addition, as the son of the Chanyu of the Xiongnu, King Guli's mount was extraordinary and he was still running wildly.

At this time, Lu Li, who had chased the enemy chief for hundreds of miles, was aware of their strategy. Although he wanted to kill them all, in this situation, he could only choose one of them.

Who is the King of Guli?

His eyes glanced at the seven people fleeing in different directions, tiger skin... three people were wearing tiger skin coats.
Chapter completed!