Several white horses galloped, their long manes flying, and their hooves flying in the air, like white sharp arrows.
The empty wilderness echoed with the sound of rapid horse hooves, and the vast forest on both sides retreated quickly.
Gongsun Yan sat in front of the horse, holding Zhao Yun's arm to keep his balance.
After galloping for half an hour, Zhao Yun's body was behind her. She had to straighten her waist and tense her muscles, holding on to the soft saddle under her body.
This put a huge burden on her who had never ridden a horse.
She only felt pain in her lower back and her buttocks were hurt by the hard leather saddle.
She turned around and looked at Xiahou Lan, who was following him a few feet away. Gongsun Cheng was wrapped in cloth and tied to Xiahoulan's chest. She didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.
Zhao Yun has never spoken, and he seems a bit reserved.
The white horse under him jumped again and crossed a narrow stream.
The iron leaves of Gongsun Yan's armor were making a clanging sound.
Wearing heavy armor and tensing her muscles as if standing in a military posture, her overwhelmed waist felt another sharp pain.
Gongsun Yan finally couldn't hold on any longer.
She tentatively lowered her waist, leaned back, and leaned her back on Zhao Yun's chest.
Zhao Yun's body stiffened, and Gongsun Yan could feel the muscles in his arms tightening instantly.
He seemed much more nervous than she was, but he didn't say anything.
Gongsun Yan breathed a sigh of relief, broke the jar and moved back, leaning into Zhao Yun's arms.
Zhao Yun straightened his back and his body was stiff.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Zhao Yun's chest was solid and generous, giving her strong support. She could lean her body against him and follow his rhythm as she rose and fell on the horse.
It's stiffer than her own, and the riding comfort experience is two levels higher.
Sure enough, it's better to be thick-skinned.
She rubbed secretly and moved again, adjusting to a more comfortable position.
"Where." Zhao Yun pursed his lips and took a breath secretly, reminding himself to obey the emergency and not to be pedantic, but the roots of his ears were uncontrollably red and hot.
The severe pain in his waist eased somewhat, and Gongsun Yan felt much more relaxed.
She even had time to observe that Zhao Yun was not wearing armor under his coat.
She lowered her head and looked at the double armor she was wearing. It should be to protect her safety while minimizing the weight of the horse.
I think when Yi Jing broke out, he also took off his armor and gave it to her, which is why his arm was injured.
Gongsun Yan's heart suddenly jumped.
Should I say he is worthy of Zhao Yun?
What a damn sense of security.
In the empty wilderness, there was only the sound of galloping horses' hooves. Gongsun Yan turned his head and looked at the stretching jungle beside the deserted ancient road.
"Zhang, can you come back?" Wearing a hood, her voice was muffled, but Zhao Yun still heard it.
He was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes.
Both Zhang Zhu and Wang Wu were close generals of Zhao Yun, so when it came to their relationship, Gongsun Yan was naturally more familiar with Wang Wu.
But Zhang Zhuo's disappearance had a greater impact on her.
Zhang Zhu was originally supposed to serve as Zhao Yun's deputy general and accompany him in his southern and northern campaigns, but his name still appeared in history books twenty years later until the Battle of Han River.
But now it’s folded here?
She couldn't help but shudder, as that young face appeared in her mind.
He was a young man whose style was quite similar to that of Zhao Yun. He was calm and wise, and he took everything seriously.
"Madam, please rest assured," Zhao Yun raised his eyes again with a stern look on his eyebrows, "Someone will definitely find him back!"
"Not only Zhang Zhang, but also everyone else!"
Gongsun Yan couldn't see Zhao Yun's face, but she didn't miss the coldness in his voice.
The fingers she held on Zhao Yun's arm tightened unconsciously.
With such a disparity in military strength, even Zhao Yun...
Gongsun Yan gritted his teeth and stopped his overly negative thoughts.
"Okay. Find them one by one!"
She took a breath and was about to say something else when Zhao Yun suddenly knocked the heel of his boot against the horse's belly and accelerated suddenly.
He whistled, and at the same time raised his foot, picked up the silver gun hanging on the victory hook, and took it into his hand.
Startled by Zhao Yun's sudden whistle, Gongsun Yan opened his mouth to ask, but heard him remind him in his ear: "Hold on tight."
She was startled, and immediately turned sideways and hugged Zhao Yun's waist.
He has sharp ears and eyes, so he has obviously discovered something.
What she had to do at this time was not to ask, but to cooperate as much as possible and stabilize herself on the horse so that he would not have to worry and save more energy.
Her extreme cooperation and trust made Zhao Yun smile.
When Xia Houlan heard Zhao Yun's sharp whistle, he lowered his body slightly, covered Gongsun Cheng under his body as much as possible, and pulled out the Yanling Saber with one hand.
A flying arrow was shot from the nearby mountain forest, streaking across the horizon, as if greeting them, flying over their heads, and finally nailed deeply to the ground with a thud.
A short but very strong Hu man led dozens of cavalry and charged out from a distance of a hundred steps in front.
This barbarian is very strong. In such a cold weather, he only wears a pleated sheepskin clothes, with half of his arms exposed.
He seemed to be very hot, with steam rising all over his body, and white smoke rising from his body.
Seeing that Zhao Yun had discovered them early, Tu Ta showed a hint of interest on his face, feeling that he had met his opponent.
He drew out an arrow, raised his bow and aimed, then relaxed his fingers.
This arrow was extremely fast and came straight through.
Zhao Yun's expression changed suddenly.
With his eyesight, he could not see that the arrow was aimed directly at Gongsun Yan in his arms.
Lifting his spear, he knocked away the sharp arrows that were coming with a heavy weight, and anger appeared on Zhao Yun's face.
Seeing Zhao Yun from a distance easily raising his gun and deflecting arrows, Tu Ta's relaxed banter faded away.
He was able to deflect arrows while running towards him, so his martial arts skills were extraordinary.
Tu Ta drew out the scimitar from his waist and became cautious.
He became Xiaoshuai's right-hand man in successive battles, not just by his bravery.
The few Huqi around him did not expect the seriousness of the matter.
They still thought they were facing Wang Wu and others who were anxious to report the news but did not make any direct resistance.
After all, Zhao Yun, Xia Houlan and Wang Wu were all wearing the same style of black coats, so they couldn't tell the difference.
"Come on, Tu Ta."
They clamored and encouraged the most powerful and favored warrior in Xiaoshuai's tent, Tu Cheng, to step forward and engage in the battle. He killed the two stray white rabbits and brought the spoils to Xiaoshuai.
There was not much fear, after all, there were twenty of them, and there were only two people on the opposite side.
"Draw your sword and engage in battle!" The opponent came so fast that Tu Ta didn't have time to give any warning, so he had to shout loudly.
Zhao Yun's horse was galloping, passing a hundred paces in the blink of an eye, and without hesitation, he ran straight into the horse.
Tu Ta was at the front of the team, raised his sword to meet him, and raised his hand to chop.
Zhao Yun shook the spear, and the red tassel on the spear's tip suddenly rotated and bloomed. The tip of the spear lightly touched Tu Ta's scimitar, taking away the force.
Then a ray of silver light hit Tu Ta's eyebrows.
Tu Ta was shocked. He didn't expect the incoming man to fire such a fast spear. He tried his best to lean back to avoid it, but his throat felt cold.
A cloud of blood mist shot out from the hole in his throat, and the war horse ran forward a few more steps.
Tu Ta's body slowly slid off the horse.
Gongsun Yan hugged Zhao Yun's waist and closed his eyes tightly.
The sound of weapons clashing could be heard in her ears, and there might be other sounds, but Gongsun Yan couldn't distinguish them. She put her head against Zhao Yun's chest, trembling slightly with nervousness.
After a while, the horse beneath him slowed down, and Gongsun Yan listened to Zhao Yun's pounding heartbeat change from rapid to gentle.