In the dead silence, a low and steady voice asked.
This voice was not loud, but it instantly broke the silence in the venue.
Wow——
Like a ladle of cold water poured into a frying pan, a loud noise immediately appeared on the school field.
Many people standing in the middle and back couldn't see what was happening in front of them, and they didn't know what was going on.
They just followed the atmosphere and shouted, and then fell silent.
At this time, he came back to his senses and, unaware of the commotion, asked the people next to him.
"They're coming! They're coming! Line up! Run!"
Frightened and contradictory shouts rang out from the crowd.
Line up or run? Who is coming?
He was still curious and didn't know what was going on. He looked around innocently and confused. Naturally, the people around him couldn't give him an answer.
As some people started shouting and running away, even though many people did not see where the enemy was and did not hear any strange noises, they still joined the turbulent and panic team.
Several arrows were shot crookedly, crossing several arcs, and stuck chaotically a few steps in front of the war horse.
Zhao Yun rode on his horse Bai Yun expressionlessly, watching the people in the distance making a mess, tearing each other apart and trampling on each other.
Zhao Yun has always been a very peaceful and good person.
He was gentle and gentle in his dealings with others, and never relied on force to bully others. After fighting for many years in troubled times, he still showed kindness to civilians and innocent people.
Outside of the battlefield, he was never willing to cause more killings.
But on the battlefield, he doesn't mind using any quick and tough methods to solve enemies and quell disputes.
At this time, facing these Xiaoxiao thieves who were making trouble before fighting, he also treated them with caution and seriousness.
He raised his spear high and moved forward.
This group of White Horse Yicong have experienced several life-and-death battles together, and have already developed an extraordinary tacit understanding and momentum.
The people who were in a chaotic mess could only hear the thunderous rumble of horse hooves coming from far and near.
The dozens of riders ahead had already crashed into the crowd.
The knights on the horses are all majestic warriors wearing armor and carrying swords, and the horses are also fine horses carefully bred in the north.
In contrast, these rabble-rousing people, armed with weapons and arrogant in the shadows of the village, were like chickens and tile-roofed dogs in front of a real army, shattered with one blow.
Groups of cavalry plowed through the school grounds like rakes, dividing the crowd that was originally crowded together.
People like tigers, horses like dragons, galloping through the crowd, swords waving, this should have been a one-sided massacre.
However, the long knife was raised, the blade turned, and when it hit the person, it turned into the back of the knife.
However, even with the back of the knife and the impact of the war horse, when it was struck across the face, it could still leave mulberry-colored black and purple bruises on the body that were swollen to half a finger's height.
What's more, when the long knife strikes and the bright silver blade gradually enlarges in the sight, it gives people a terrifying experience of near-death, which can break many people's psychological defenses in an instant.
For a moment, the school grounds were filled with howls of ghosts and wolves, and many people screamed and lay down on the ground, with the yellow mud under their crotches soaking wet.
Of course, not everyone is lucky. There are also those who cannot dodge and are trampled directly by the horse's hooves, causing their bones to be broken, tendons to be broken, and their brains to burst.
If anyone still wants to fight back with a knife, all the people in the circle around him will be chopped down to the ground with his deadly hands.
On the battlefield, luck is also a part of strength, and you have no one to blame if you die.
Some were strong and agile, taking advantage of their small bodies to avoid collisions. Seeing the opening, they stepped over the fallen people and ran out.
However, two human legs cannot outrun the four legs of a war horse.
Immediately, a knight wandering around the periphery rode up to catch up with him. Whether he struck back with the blade or the back of the blade depended on whether the knight he was chasing was more lethal or not.
Zhao Yun's order was to use the back of the sword if necessary and save his life.
But how to define unnecessary situations, in the ever-changing battlefield, everyone has a standard in mind.
When the cavalry rushed into the crowd at the school grounds, the leader surnamed Deng who was standing on the high platform jumped off the high platform with agility that was inconsistent with his fat body, and turned around to escape.
It's a pity that he is standing alone on the high platform, and he has such a fat appearance with a completely different style, so he has long been on the list of key caretakers.
A group of knights followed Zhao Yun all the way and came straight towards him.
The bright silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand was like a whip. With a free sweep, the area in front of him was cleared.
No matter how chaotic it was, the overly fat figure of the leader named Deng was really conspicuous among the thin and stooped people, and there was no possibility of escaping by taking advantage of the chaos.
In the end, together with a few trembling people, they were surrounded at a dirt barrier.
"But Captain Zhao? The villain is a member of the Gongsun family! We just want to go to the main house to meet Lady Gongsun. If there is anything wrong, we can talk about it. There is no need to go into such a big fight, it will hurt the peace!"
The leader surnamed Deng held a knife in both hands and shouted in a hissing voice.
When he saw the tall horses surrounding his body, big drops of sweat broke out and slid down his plump cheeks.
He Zhou, who was following Zhao Yun, couldn't help but sneer after hearing this. This fat man actually had a clever mouth. How could he meet Lady Gongsun?
Because Zhao Yun was there, He Zhou did not dare to make a sound, but his expression did not escape the eyes of others, and he was punched in the lower back.
He bared his teeth in pain, and when he looked back, it was Li Ding who was blowing his beard and staring at him.
Not daring to make a mistake, he quickly put the expression on his face away.
The words of the leader surnamed Deng also made Zhao Yun raise his eyebrows, "Since we want to have a good conversation, why not put down the sword?"
The leader surnamed Deng was stunned when he heard this and said, "Okay, okay, let's talk about it."
As he said this, he slowly put down the long knife in his hand.
"Tie him up!" Zhao Yun signaled to He Zhou.
In the battle of Yangqiuli, Zhao Yun took the lead, and several of his personal guards originally selected from the army were killed.
There was Wang Wu again, Zhang Zhu was injured, Zhang Ze stayed in the main house to assist Tian Kai, and Zhao Yun consciously searched for new personal guards in the army.
Young people like He Zhou naturally came into his sight, and he summoned his servants before the battle.
This was Zhao Yun's test for him.
After receiving the order, He Zhou dismounted, took out the leather rope from the horse's backpack, and strode forward.
Zhao Yun looked at the leader named Deng coldly, and took a few steps forward on his white horse.
"You, fat man, have a clever tongue and can speak very well."
The riots in the school grounds have been suppressed, and it is almost impossible for the situation to change again.
He Zhou was teasing and mocking the leader surnamed Deng, shaking off the leather rope, and was about to ask him to hold out his hand obediently.
But he saw that the leader named Deng's originally bent waist suddenly straightened up like the rebound of a long bow, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The long knife that was deliberately thrown on the tip of the toe was returned to the hand as soon as he raised his foot.
Using the posture of receiving the knife, he twisted his waist, and the blade of the knife moved towards He Zhou's waist and ribs.
He Zhou, who was relaxed because the situation on the field had been decided, saw that the leader surnamed Deng was fat and covered in oil and sweat, and felt very contemptuous of him.
At this moment, he was completely defenseless. Even if he took half a step back, sucking in his abdomen and chest, he could not escape the attack range of the long sword.
He Zhou felt a chill in his heart and watched in despair as the long knife came with the sound of wind.
All I heard was a muffled scream.
The sound of sharp weapons piercing the human body was accompanied by the sound of gold and iron clashing.
He Zhou covered his chest and abdomen, took a step back, and fell to the ground.