The sound of drums from the gathering of generals from Xiaowei's Mansion spread throughout Xiangguan, causing commotion in all the buildings.
Some alert soldiers had already made preparations to put on their armor and prepare their horses when they heard in the morning that Wuhuan people were heading south.
At this time, the gathering drums sounded, and the soldiers rushed to gather
Neither Gongsun Da nor Zuo Ping was a grudge, and they promised Gongsun Yan that they would not delay the loan of troops.
With Xiangguan Xiaowei's Mansion as the center, groups of knights wearing helmets and piercing armor gathered at the school grounds of Xiaowei's Mansion.
Even though there were only a few hundred people, the lances and spears and halberds raised were as dense as a forest, and the red tassels on the spears were as red as blood. Amidst the rumble of horses' hooves on the ground, Gongsun Da's general Wang Yan and Zuo Ping's general Zuo Yuan all pointed.
All the elites are gathered here.
For them, this was just a simple response mission, but Zhao Yun, standing high on the commanding platform, knew that things were far from that simple.
Gongsunda and Zuo Ping agreed to lend troops to support them. If they knew that Yangqiuli would be rescued, they would definitely be unwilling.
The two hundred or so people in Yangqiu Li had to think over and over again about Gongsun Yan.
But for Gongsunda or Zuo Ping, they only had more than 200 people, and they would die if they died. The option of rescue would never appear on their decision-making list.
In addition to the rescue mission, Zhao Yun also needs to think about how to coordinate the relationship to prevent the troops and horses delivered to him from being too damaged.
If Gongsun Da and Zuo Ping, who are responsible for borrowing troops, suffer excessive losses, even if he bears the consequences, Gongsun Yan's situation in the Gongsun family will be even more difficult.
He must win a victory for her that is enough to make people look at her in a different light, and cut off the tentacles of those with evil intentions reaching out to her.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yun's expression became even more solemn. He raised his hands to Gongsunda and Zuo Ping, got on his horse, and led the three hundred cavalry out of the school grounds.
Gongsun Yan stood on the turret at the top of the Xiangguan wall. She watched groups of cavalry rushing out of the city gate like a torrent of steel. The red tassels on the high-erected lances formed red clouds.
"Let's go back."
It wasn't until she could no longer see the white horse and silver spear at the front of the cavalry that she gathered up her wind-blown hair and said to Xia Houlan, who was guarding her.
The eagle flew across the sky, emitting a clear cry. It flapped its wings and broke through the clouds, heading south.
An iron arrow shot out quickly, passed by the eagle's wings, crossed a parabola, and fell to the ground.
"What a pity." Abdulna put his hand on his forehead, squinted for a while, then put away his bow and arrow, and said with regret.
A bloody man's hands were tied in front of him with a long rope, and he was dragged far behind Aduna's horse.
Aduna's horse accelerated, and the people behind him had to try hard to move their legs, which were bloody and bloody.
Stand up to avoid being hit by the gravel on the ground.
Aduna also slowed down his horse from time to time to allow the people he was dragging to take a breather and regain their strength.
Aduna was never tired of playing this kind of game. He liked to be a tamer and wanted to make this unruly lone wolf crawl at his feet.
Zhang Zhang's body was bloody and exhausted, and there were so many wounds on his body that he was so numb that he could no longer feel pain, but he was still conscious.
Hearing Aduna's words, he raised his half-skinned face, and through his disheveled hair, his bloodshot eyes still flashed contempt.
Aduna was not angry at Zhang Zhu's reaction. It should be said that he was more pleased with Zhang Zhu's behavior.
In this way, after being tamed, it will bring him a huge sense of accomplishment, just like the wild wolf he encountered when he was a child.
He spent a long time taming it, and then killed and skinned it when it wagged its tail and crawled.
He still remembered the look in that stupid wolf's eyes before he died, and every time he recalled it, he felt extremely happy.
Now, he also hopes to get the same, or even much higher joy than that time from this white horse and loyal Han general.
The sun sets in the west, and the sky is dim.
Aduna sent out scouting horses to patrol around, looking for a Han village or fort as a place to camp.
Since Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao confronted each other in Youji, their power has shrunk completely. The White Horse Yi who patrolled the north all year round has never appeared again, and the entire Youbei has become their paradise.
This has also led to the decline of people's livelihood in the North, making it difficult to find a village where they can provide supplies and have fun.
However, as long as there are Han people, there will be supplies, and those weak and bullied Han people will always keep a hand. If you search more, you can always find something more.
It wasn't until it was getting late that a group of detectives came back to camp on fast horses.
Like their leader, this team of scouts also wore colorful ribbons on their heads.
Their tribe has benefited from Aduna's glory and has been doing horse trading with the Liaoxi Gongsun family all year round. They are quite wealthy. Compared with other tribes who have a beggar-like appearance, their equipment and aura are much stronger.
Under the guidance of this scouting horse, Abdul's tribe moved towards the valley.
As soon as they got close, Aduna saw the fence and watchtower standing at the entrance of the valley, and the sound of hammering iron tools could be heard in the village.
Found!
Unexpectedly, at this time of year, this unknown little place could be so alert. Abdulna raised his eyebrows in surprise.
But it was nothing serious, he waved his hand.
His followers moved closer and formed a charging formation.
Worried that Zhang Zhang would be dragged to death and lose the fun, he specially untied the long rope and tied Zhang Zhang like a silkworm chrysalis.
He wanted to order someone to drag him down, but Aduna suddenly thought of something.
He listened to the rapid hammering of iron tools in the village as warnings, and a smile appeared on his face.
Baima Yicong has been wandering around the north all year round, under the banner of expelling the Huru. It would be very interesting for this Han general to watch them attack the city and destroy the stronghold with his own eyes.
After the food was ready, Aduna urged his horse forward, followed by his retinue.
First slow and then fast, Abdul's dark horse gradually accelerated.
The joking expression on Abdul's face gradually subsided, and the majestic black horse underneath him hit the fence first, sending wood flying in all directions.
The war horse passed through in the blink of an eye, sprinted along the road, and plunged into the village.
He pulled out his bright silver scimitar and rushed to the fleeing villagers.
Wherever the blade passed, a large cloud of blood mist and broken limbs flew up.
The impact of the war horse gave him strength and speed that he didn't have before, and a look of intoxication appeared on Aduna's face.
Behind him, the retinue rushed their horses and raised their swords and guns simultaneously. Those in the village who had no time to escape were like ants, being dashed away and crushed in an instant.
The old and weak of the village fled along the valley, and the Wuhuan cavalry pursued them.
Blood flowed on the road, low huts were set on fire, blazing fires were set off, pillars of smoke rose into the sky, and a strong smell of burning mixed with the smell of blood filled the air.
A guard next to Aduna was slashing and killing, and suddenly he saw a bright color in the distance from the corner of his eye.
The firelight jumped, and the bright color of the red scarf hit his eyes directly.
The Wuhuan man let out a roar of surprise. He rode forward and ran straight to a hunched man protecting his children. The man on horseback stood up and kicked his front hooves wildly.
The horse's hooves as big as a bowl kicked on the man who was about to bend down and beg for mercy. His chest and forehead suddenly made a muffled sound. He didn't know how many bones were broken. His brains burst and he fell to the ground dead.
The Wuhuan people did not even look at the dead man. They cut off several small heads with their scimitars in their hands, leaving only a girl with her hair tied up in red cloth, standing there blankly.
The Wuhuan man got off his horse, grabbed the girl's long hair, and dragged her behind a low wall.
