"If you don't let go, Zilong's waist will be broken by your arms." This was Xia Houlan's joking voice.
"Zixiu, don't talk nonsense!" This was Zhao Yun's voice warning Xia Houlan.
It's safe!
Gongsun Yan took a quick breath and raised his head from Zhao Yun's arms.
Several people immediately stood by the road, and there was no sign of the barbarians in front of them.
Seeing Gongsun Yan's nervous look, Xia Houlan wanted to tease him a little, but then saw Zhao Yun glance down at Gongsun Yan and then give him a warning glance.
Xia Houlan clicked his tongue and said nothing. He patted Gongsun Cheng who was still sleeping in his arms, and he and Zhao Yun turned over and dismounted at the same time.
There was nothing behind Gongsun Yan, so she subconsciously looked back.
Not far away, they saw dozens of corpses lying down or lying down, and several horses that had lost their owners were pacing nearby. The gurgling blood dyed a large area of land red, and gathered into small small puddles in the mud pits trampled by the horses' hooves.
Pool of blood.
Looking through the brown windshield, it looks like a grotesque and terrifying picture.
Even with the hood on, she could smell the rusty smell of blood and the stench of visceral water.
Everything else was good, with a hole in the throat or multiple holes in the body. One unlucky guy was chopped into two pieces with a sharp knife. The pressure in the body cavity spurted out the fragments of internal organs and blood, and the colorful things in the intestines were spread all over the ground for several meters.
His war horses surrounded their master, lowered their heads and arched the corpse's face, letting out a low whine. The horses' hooves trampled, repeatedly trampling the organs into the soft mud soaked in blood.
Gongsun Yan subconsciously looked at the Yan Ling knife in Xia Houlan's hand.
A line of blood followed the staggered silver blood groove of the cold and sharp blade, winding down, complementing the ink-filled vermilion pattern on the blade, and finally slowly dripped from the tip of the blade to the ground.
A surge of sour water surged up from his stomach. Gongsun Yan looked away as if he was electrocuted, swallowed hard, and suppressed his nausea.
Zhao Yun, who had taken off his helmet, reached out from the side, hugged her waist, lifted her off the horse, and placed her on the ground.
When her feet touched the ground, Gongsun Yan found that she was a little weak and was very hopeless. He hurriedly grabbed Zhao Yun's arm with one hand and grabbed the saddle with the other.
"Mrs. Gongsun, are you okay?" Zhao Yun pulled the white horse so that the horse's body blocked Gongsun Yan's sight.
"No... burp!" Gongsun Yan burped, and she hurriedly covered her mouth to suppress the raging vomiting.
She knew they could escape unscathed, but she never expected that Zhao Yun and Xia Houlan could exert such force and end the battle almost like a massacre.
Is this the high-end combat power in this world?
Zhao Yun raised his hand and wanted to pat her on the back, but he put it down again because he was afraid that the blood in his body would hit her.
Many soldiers who first entered the battlefield would have such a reaction. She did not vomit in her hat on the spot, which was already an excellent performance.
"I'm fine, go get busy!"
Gongsun Yan was a very shameless person at times. She couldn't let herself vomit in front of Zhao Yun, so she pushed him and asked him to stay away from her for the time being.
Although Zhao Yun was worried, he turned around and dealt with matters on the battlefield first - they left one person alive.
As soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of Gongsun Yan running to the side and vomiting while holding on to a tree.
Zhao Yun held the silver spear and stopped his feet.
He hesitated for a moment, did not look back, and continued to walk towards a Hu man covered in blood.
This Hu man is young, with fancy colorful ropes in his braids, and a hole as big as a cup opening on his right shoulder blade. There are blood clots in his mouth and nose, and he is crawling and struggling in the bloody mud, trying to reach the fallen gun.
Scimitar.
Zhao Yun blocked Xia Houlan who was about to step forward with his spear: "A weak rabbit is dying, especially when it is an eagle. Zi Xiu holds the young master, so don't step forward easily."
When Xia Houlan heard this, he had no choice but to stop, and Zhao Yun stepped forward with a gun to investigate.
Hearing Zhao Yun's footsteps approaching, the young Hu man turned his head, his face full of fear and panic.
It was the Han general in front of him who killed Tu Tu, the bravest of their tribe, with one shot and dismounted him with another shot.
"Don't come here!" The Hu youth shouted in Wuhuan dialect, and with his left hand that could still move, he grabbed a ball of blood mud from under his body and threw it at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun ducked sideways, and his unhurried approach pressed against the Hu man's young man's nerves, putting tremendous pressure on him.
"Where are you from?" Zhao Yun asked in Wuhuan dialect.
Both he and Xiahou Lan can speak some simple Wuhuan dialect, which has been fighting in the north all year round and was in charge of Liu Bei for a period of time in Qingzhou.
Zhao Yun picked up the scimitar on the flying ground, stepped forward with his boots, and pointed the tip of the spear at the chest of the foreign youth, "Say."
The sharp spear point was pressed against his chest, and the young Hu man burst into tears: "Spare me, please, spare me, as long as you spare me, I will say anything."
Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows in disbelief and did not answer the Hu youth's words: "Where are you from?"
"Qian'an, we come from Qian'an."
Zhao Yun's expression changed.
Qian'an is only a hundred miles away from Lingzhi, so why are there so many barbarians in Qian'an?
"Nonsense." Xia Houlan scolded, "Lingzhi is the lair of the Gongsun family. How can we tolerate you bastards roaming and entrenching in such a close place?"
"I didn't lie!" The young Hu man wanted to raise his hand but was stopped by Zhao Yun's gun. He shook his head anxiously, fearing that Zhao Yun would stab him to death when he heard that he lied.
My nephew was traveling south from Liucheng to trade horses with the Gongsun family. When the young commander heard that Gongsun Zan still had an orphan alive, he privately led us south to intercept and kill him."
Zhao Yun couldn't help but frown tightly, "The matter of General Gongsun's orphan has not been made public. How could you know such a confidential matter by trading horses?"
The young Hu man coughed and vomited out some blood clots. If it were not for the desire to survive, he would have fallen asleep due to blood loss.
He breathed rapidly and licked his bloody lips, with foam accumulating at the corners of his mouth, "The young handsome man was at Gongsun's residence on the day the news came."
