Zhao Yun looked at Yangqiuli in the sea of fire below and the Wuhuan people hurriedly adjusting their formations in a chaotic mess at the foot of the slope, with no expression on his face.
He galloped to the front of the formation, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and at the same time reined in the horse with one hand. The white horse's impatient front hooves jumped into the air, and it stood up in front of the formation, letting out a neighing sound.
Human beings resemble their masters, and the usually docile white horse here is as excited and excited as its master.
As the hoofs of the war horse fell heavily, Zhao Yun raised the spear in his right hand high, and a sharp cold light condensed on the tip of the spear. He roared loudly: "Expand! Form forward with arrows! Follow the enemy's formation! Charge!"
"Charge!" The two hundred white-horse Yi Cong on the left and right followed Zhao Yun and shouted in unison, Ling Ran's murderous intent rose into the sky.
They participated in the construction of this village, and for the first time in the morning they felt the heartfelt gratitude from the common people. Before they had time to reflect on it, what they had built with their own hands was destroyed by these barbarians.
Only bloody battle can avenge shame and vent anger.
In the harmony of roaring mountains and tsunami.
Zhao Yun pointed his spear and loosened the tight reins in his hands. The white horse under his crotch neighed loudly, its long mane flew, and its hooves bounced like sharp swords. The horse galloped out ahead of the others, heading straight towards Wuhuan's handsome flag.
Hundreds of white-horse rebels raised their weapons, kowtowed together, let go of their restless mounts, and swooped down after them.
The cavalry, which let go of its speed, took advantage of the momentum of the downhill slope and surged like a big wave.
The rumble of galloping horses echoed in the narrow valley, and a surging white wave swept in from top to bottom.
"Block him!" Abdul shouted at the top of his lungs, pulled out his long sword, and roared loudly, mobilizing the brave followers around him to attack the front.
He did not order anyone to shoot arrows. The enemy's army was too fast and too powerful. If he had fired, he would have been in close combat as soon as he took out his bow and arrows, and they would become lambs slaughtered by the opponent at will.
Aduna is very aware of the advantages and disadvantages of the cavalry. If the opponent goes downhill, they can use the downhill mountain to amplify the impact of the cavalry several times. But when they are down, going in the opposite direction only wastes their horsepower and cannot stop the opponent for a moment.
It is also impossible to run backwards, as that would be tantamount to exposing your back and letting the other party do whatever you want.
Now, only by blocking the opponent's forward troops head-on, can we use our own strength advantage to entangle the opponent.
Most of the retinues who followed Aduna to fight were elites who had fought in hundreds of battles, and they also knew this common sense on the battlefield.
They turned around hastily, stepped forward one after another, and formed a forward formation, trying to use their bravery and numbers to stop the enemy's charge, defuse the enemy's charge, and drag the opponent into a fight.
This is a duel between spear and shield.
Facing the rushing cavalry, the Wuhuan people held scimitars in their hands and roared with unknown meanings with ferocious faces to strengthen their momentum.
Aduna watched intently as the enemy's general with a white horse and a silver spear charged forward.
Getting closer and closer, he could even see the opponent's young face clearly. He launched such a fierce and decisive offensive, but the opponent's expression was cold and calm.
"Fight--" Abdul shouted angrily with red eyes, veins protruding from his neck, and his voice broke at the end of the shout, sharply changing the tone and piercing the sky.
There was a loud bang, and the cavalry with the white horse leading the horse and the silver spear as the arrow crashed directly into the Wuhuan people's team.
In an instant, the world seemed to be silent for a moment, and the world slowed down.
Aduna watched the silver spear general point out the spear in his hand in slow motion. The spear's tassels rotated and bloomed like a beautiful red flower. He swung out several scimitars at will, and the bright silver spear tip was in the air.
The throat of one of the subordinates was touched and then ran away, leaving only a gap two fingers wide, and blood mist shot out into the sky.
The white horses passed by, and there was no enemy under their spears.
The front line that gave them the only hope was actually opened up by a huge gap easily opened by the opponent with one shot and one horse.
Just when the guard slid off the horse with a stunned expression, time seemed to start flowing again.
A horse's hoof as big as a bowl stepped across his face, and then a dense rain of horse's hoofs came one after another, trampling the corpse into mud.
Suddenly, more violent collisions, screams, and fighting sounds broke out instantly.
Zhao Yun, as the sharpest point at the front of the frontal arrow array, opened a huge gap in the enemy's body for the rear troops.
Behind him, Baima Yi rushed in through the torn hole, like a hot knife cutting through butter, his momentum piercing the enemy's soft belly without slowing down.
The horses were staggered, the Jianshou sword was swung, and countless Wuhuan people fell off their horses.
For a moment, the small valley echoed with the strange sounds of weapons clashing and bones breaking.
Zhao Yun showed no expression or unnecessary movements. He waved his spear and swung away the swords that were coming from all directions, protecting himself, his mount, and even the soldiers who were charging beside him under the spear.
A Wuhuan man who screamed with unknown meaning raised his machete and struck at the head.
Zhao Yun slightly turned sideways and gave way. The moment the two sides met, the spear in his hand whipped out, and like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, it hit the Wuhuan man's softest side. The Wuhuan man let out a miserable howl and fell off his horse in an instant. The war horse from behind came again.
, the horse's hooves covered with blood and mud stepped on him, drowning him in an instant.
Aduna looked at the silver-gun general with no expression on his face as he easily eliminated each enemy on the way. The war horse under his crotch seemed to be washed with blood and stained with a layer of cherry red, but his calm eyes were always locked on the commander's flag.
His.
Aduna's hand holding the scimitar tightened like a spasm. In the past, he was proud of his bravery in slaughtering under his tent. Only now did he really know what bravery meant.
escape!
This thought flashed through Aduna's mind. Zhao Yun's approach put great pressure on him, and he felt infinite despair.
He glanced around him, and saw that the military formation was in chaos, with the remaining two retinues guarding him on his left and right. The hand holding the scimitar was trembling slightly.
Seeing that there was still some distance, the man with the silver spear was about to charge towards him. Taking advantage of the Wuhuan soldiers and horses in the middle to use their flesh and blood as a temporary front, Aduna no longer hesitated. He turned his horse's head and fled back in a hurry.
Seeing Aduna turn around and run away, the two followers who followed him also ran away with him as if they had been granted amnesty, and the flag raised in their hands was thrown to the ground.
As soon as the handsome flag fell, the Wuhuan army's formation suddenly became even more chaotic.
Aduna ran back on his horse. When he encountered a Wuhuan man blocking the road, he drew his sword and struck the horse under his horse, quickly opening a path.
In the formation of the two armies, Zhao Yun was galloping.
He raised his eyes and saw that the Wuhuan people's commander's flag had fallen down, and the young man who had been standing under the commander's flag with a bonnet but wearing a Han military uniform turned around and ran away.
He knew that it was Aduna who was the culprit, and the spear in his hand was a little faster, and he stabbed several Wuhuan people in front of the horse off the horse.
Seeing Aduna pulling out his scimitar and slashing a bloody path among the Wuhuan people, and about to leave the battlefield, Zhao Yun whistled, and a general who had been following him stood up on horseback alongside Zhao Yun, waving his long sword.
Block the sword for him.
Zhao Yun hung the spear in one hand and took off the long bow from the side of the saddle.
On the galloping horse, he held his breath and concentrated, bent his bow and arrow, aiming at Aduna who was about to leave the battlefield.
Finally, at a certain point where the horse's hoof rose and fell, his fingers relaxed.
The long arrow shot out quickly, as if it had broken through the space, and pierced Aduna directly. He saw that the arrow was about to penetrate into his head.
Aduna, who had been running away, turned his head as if by mistake.