Blood swam on the yellow mud floor, dyeing it purple.
"Ahem."
He Zhou fell to the ground, clutching his waist and ribs, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He stared blankly at the leader surnamed Deng who slipped and fell to the ground while coughing, and swallowed hard.
Zhao Yun rode on his horse and pulled out the spear head from the shoulder of leader Deng.
He was the one who just knocked away the sword with one shot and saved He Zhou.
Then he saw He Zhou still sitting on the ground, groping randomly on his body, as if he was still feeling frightened.
"Tie them up!"
Zhao Yun used his gun to pick up the leather rope that had fallen to the ground towards him, and frowned slightly.
"Yes!" He Zhou stood up from the ground with excitement, his face turned red.
He knew he messed up.
Before the war, Lieutenant Zhao transferred several soldiers to his command. They were all men with their own talents, so there was no need to guess their intentions.
He Zhou's mind went blank, and his ears seemed to be filled with the warnings of his fellow Wu Queer man.
Knowing that he had messed up, he was extremely frustrated, but he still carried out Zhao Yun's order.
The leader surnamed Deng, who lost his weapon and received a cup-sized wound from Zhao Yun's spear, lay face down on the yellow muddy ground.
The leader surnamed Deng's face was pressed into the bloody mud and he was breathing heavily.
The failure of his hard-fought attack made him see Zhao Yun's calmness.
This also means that his plan to kill Zhao Yun's personal guards and anger Zhao Yun failed.
He put away the gesture of sweating profusely and wagging his tail to pray for mercy, buried his face in the mud, and said no more words.
He didn't even raise his head, for fear that when he looked to the east, his expression would look strange and others would notice something.
His son had only walked for more than half an hour. The mountain road was difficult, so he had to delay more time for them.
By then, his son should also be able to see that the main house was not affected by the turmoil, know that the incident has failed, cancel the plan, and evacuate with Sima surnamed Chen.
As long as his son can escape and his bloodline can still be passed on to the world, it is worth it even if he dies here.
Sweat mixed with blood flowed into his mouth, and the leader named Deng buried his head in the mud.
The fog that filled the mountains finally dispersed completely, and the sun rose.
The early morning air should have been the most sober, but at this time, the school grounds were filled with wailing and screaming people.
There were also corpses that had been hacked to death and trampled to death by horses, mixed in with the crowd.
Blood accumulated under the messy corpses, and the smell of human flesh, flesh and internal organs fermented and rose with the moist mist, mixed with the smell of defecation from some people who were frightened by long knives and became incontinent.
Even those who were not seriously injured and could move freely did not dare to stand up. Under the shouts of the patrolling knights, they put their heads in their hands and lay on the ground, not daring to move or speak.
Everyone's heart beats like a drum, and they don't know what kind of punishment is waiting for them.
Zhao Yun frowned slightly as he sniffed the smell in the air. It was not that he suddenly paid attention to hygiene at this time.
When he was young, he followed his father and brother in the war, and he was already familiar with the smell of this battlefield. He had also encountered many far worse environments than this.
He just remembered what Gongsun Yan once told him about the spread of epidemics.
At this time, they were in Lone Bamboo Manor. If someone accidentally caused the disease to spread in the manor, it would be a disaster.
In order to stop the incident in time, they rushed here with torches at night.
If you settle it properly as soon as possible, you can go back as soon as possible.
After thinking about it, Zhao Yun summoned Ding Li and issued an order to clean up the battlefield, count the prisoners, and collect and burn the corpses.
Ding Li is older than Baima Yi, and his martial arts is not considered strong, and his riding skills are not considered superior.
This person can follow the team to break out of the encirclement and arrive at Lone Bamboo Manor safely.
In addition to his sincere care for his children and their willingness to protect and help him, it also has a lot to do with his own agility.
While in the deserted village, Gongsun Yan and Xia Houlan re-drawn the soldier roster, abandoning the simple recording method in the past.
In addition to re-recording the soldier's name, age, place of origin, and family situation, the soldier's personal strengths and so on were also additionally recorded.
Only then did Zhao Yun learn that there were people like Ding Li who knew a few words and worked as a post office clerk.
I also paid more attention to him and took him with me this time with some consideration.
He Zhou failed to pass his test before. He still had the frivolity and complacency of young people, and still needed to experience it, but I don't know how this official Ding is.
Official Ding knew that the opportunity was coming and was excited. Hezhou had learned from the past and he did not dare to neglect it. He listened carefully to Zhao Yun's instructions and requests.
Go down and organize the manpower to take care of the prisoners and dispose of the bodies.
There were almost no casualties among the troops this time.
The cavalry was used to deal with such a unit that was caught off guard and was no different from a peasant. A few soldiers who accidentally received some sword wounds were ridiculed and ridiculed by their comrades until their faces turned red.
He Zhou was even teased so much that he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
The leader surnamed Deng was tied tightly by He Zhou with a leather rope as thick as his thumb, and he was left alone on the high platform under strict supervision.
Seeing Zhao Yun standing and watching the soldiers below counting the prisoners of war, Ding Li hurriedly organized and asked people to find a greasy Hu stool in the shed at the rear.
Zhao Yun thanked him for his kindness and asked, "Can you find the Deng family?"
As soon as Zhao Yun finished speaking, he saw the leader surnamed Deng, who was tied to the ground like a piggy, and his muscles suddenly tightened.
"No trace of the Deng family has been found. It is said that he has not been seen since today, and several of the leader's cronies are also missing."
At the mention of this, a trace of worry flashed across Li Ding's face. He carefully looked at Zhao Yun's face and lowered his voice to remind him: "Captain Zhao, I'm afraid there is a fraud in this. I wonder where the main house is?"
Of course, Ding Li and other ordinary soldiers would not know about Zhao Yun's previous arrangements. Unexpectedly, he could think of this. Zhao Yun nodded approvingly, "Don't worry, the main house has made proper arrangements."
However, Zhao Yun was still a little worried because he didn't catch anyone.
He knew Xiahoulan's abilities, but he also knew that the combat effectiveness of the troops that Xiahoulan brought was mediocre, so he decided to go to the trail to take a look himself.
After giving some instructions to officials Ding and telling them to take care of the prisoners of war, they closed the gate of the village and stood guard in place.
Official Ding solemnly promised.
When giving these instructions, Zhao Yun did not avoid the leader surnamed Deng who was tied to the ground. Seeing that he was still burying his head, he could not stop trembling when he heard the mention of the path, which further confirmed his suspicion.
He jumped off the high platform with one step, whistled, called the war horse Bai Yun who was standing obediently under the high platform, and got on his horse.
He ordered a dozen knights to follow him, ran out of the camp, and followed the direction recorded on the map.
Official Ding watched respectfully as Zhao Yun and a dozen other riders rushed out of the camp. He dragged the stool under his hips and sat down next to the panting leader named Deng.
"Captain Zhao is very knowledgeable about everything. He knows everything!" He was angry in his heart that the fat man almost killed He Zhou without telling him and caused him to lose a chance to be promoted, so he deliberately provoked him.
As expected, after being captured, the fat man started to tremble like a dead pig.
"Know everything!" Official Ding smiled and repeated, "No one can escape!"