Zhao Yun's arrow shot straight towards Aduna, chasing the clouds and the moon, and was about to penetrate into the back of Aduna's head.
Aduna, who was about to leave the battlefield, turned around and saw that almost all the young men of the tribe had been lost here. He was unwilling to take another look at the tall silver spear general.
This turn back saved his life.
Before he could react, the arrow that was supposed to go straight into the back of his head pierced through his right cheek, flew out from his left cheek, and hit the tree nearby, making a loud sound.
Before the pain could reach his brain, Abdulna felt dazed, as if someone had punched him, and his face went cold.
Large pieces of flesh and blood on both cheeks were scraped away by the rotating arrows, and the entire row of teeth flew into the air with a small segment of the tooth stem.
Aduna lowered his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood with a loud sound. A thick strip of meat was spat out along with the blood.
At this moment, he didn't feel any pain. It wasn't until he took a closer look at a few broken teeth and a severed tongue in the blood he spit out that he suddenly understood something, raised his head and let out a tragic and muffled roar.
The gushing blood wetted his clothes. He swayed from side to side and almost fell off his horse. He was supported by a subordinate. The remaining two subordinates did not dare to delay and supported him from left to right and ran into the dense forest.
Seeing Aduna running away, even though he was as strong-minded as Zhao Yun, he frowned for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, he hung up the carved bow and took the gun in his hand again. He tried his best, but it was useless to think too much. He only wanted to see if the Xiangguan reinforcements who were acting as suspects on the outside could catch Aduna.
The moment Aduna turned around and ran away, the battle was decided.
But it's not time to relax yet.
Zhao Yun turned his attention back to the battlefield.
As soon as the handsome flag fell, many Wuhuan people had completely lost their last vestige of fighting spirit.
They discarded their helmets and trampled on each other, and some of them ran towards the direction of the village, but they were too panicked and lost their footing on the long slope. They rolled into a ball together with their horses, and were run over by the horses.
There were also groups of people who dismounted and surrendered, but were still run over by the army.
It's not that Zhao Yun is so cruel that he doesn't want to surrender, it's just that he's already charging forward, so he can only charge forward and never stop midway.
Except for a few Wuhuan people who were alert and abandoned their scimitars and fled to both sides, the rest of the people and horses on the road were crushed and passed by.
Even Zhang Ze, who led the team alone to create chaotic night attacks in the village, did not dare to block the road. After gathering in the village, he retreated far away, leaving a large buffer zone for the advancing cavalry.
Until he rushed down the slope, Zhao Yun made a move with his spear, splitting the knights behind him into two, running around the large open space specially left by Zhang Ze, slowing down, and trotting back to gather together.
The team regrouped and looked back again. The long slope in Yangqiu Li had become a hell of flesh and blood. The gurgling blood of nearly a thousand people and horses flowed down the slope, washing the entire slope red.
There were broken bodies and limbs all over the place, especially people or horses that had not yet expired, lying in a bloody nest on the ground and wailing.
Zhao Yun rode on the white horse and gently patted the snoring white horse's neck soothingly. Only then did he begin to breathe quickly.
Even though he was highly skilled in martial arts, he was still a human being. He escorted Gongsun Yan to Xiangguan during the day, and then rushed back without stopping. He met Shang Tiankai's team on the way, and returned to Yangqiu Li overnight.
Even if they cooperated with Tian Kai and persuaded the Xiangguan reinforcements to come to Yangqiuli, they also agreed that the Xiangguan reinforcements would only have to run back and forth in the forest dragging tree branches with their horse tails to act as suspects, and they would ambush the mountains from a long distance and use bows and arrows to coordinate the night attack.
The remaining night raids on the camp and frontal battles were all left to Zhao Yun and more than 280 white horse followers.
After formulating a battle plan, he personally takes the lead and tears apart the enemy's formation with a small number of enemies. Any point in the battle is an extremely severe test for one's physical strength, combat power, control of the battle situation, will, and character.
Big drops of sweat came out from the roots of his hair. Zhao Yun took a deep breath and straightened his slightly bent back under the adoring eyes of the soldiers around him: "It's not over yet! Don't take off your armor and helmet, don't relax!"
"Promise!" All the soldiers promised in unison, and one or two who relaxed took off their helmets secretly and hurriedly put them on again.
"Captain Zhao!" Zhang Ze, with a smile on his face, ran out of the village with about fifty Bai Ma Yi Cong behind him. There was also a wild goose feather sword hanging on his waist.
Zhao Yun arranged for him to take an elite team, wrapped in armor, take off his inner military uniform and wrap the horse's hooves, and go into the night to rob the camp.
Worried that he might encounter a problem, he temporarily gave him the Yan Ling Dao given by Gongsun Yan.
"Captain Zhao, we have won!" Zhang Ze's face turned red. They had fought against Gongsun Zan many times before, but with such a huge gap in military strength, they had never won such a beautiful victory. What's more, these barbarians were not those outside the Great Wall.
The poor ghost tribe falls.
Not only Zhang Ze was excited, every white horse knight was excited and ecstatic about this victory.
Now that Gongsun Zan was defeated and killed, the fine flour and salt provided by Gongsun Yan could nourish their bodies. Such a battle was enough to re-establish the energy and spirit of this defeated army.
Zhao Yun also felt excited and joyful in his heart. He was only a young man who had won the championship for only three years. How could he not be delighted by such a great victory that was completely led by him?
It's just that he calmed down his emotions in a few breaths.
He knows that if he fights and kills his enemy, he will win.
But he failed in the task given to him by Gongsun Yan.
They arrived too late, Yangqiu Li had already turned into a sea of fire.
What Lady Gongsun wanted to protect, he still failed to help her protect.
Sighing in his heart, Zhao Yun looked serious and warned: "Aze, don't get carried away. As long as you are still on the battlefield, don't relax for a moment."
Zhang Ze listened to his warning and immediately calmed down his current excitement slightly.
"Ming Di." Zhao Yun saw that he could hear the warning, and then ordered: "Inform Wang Yan that the battle between the two Sima Zuo Yuan is over. Ask them to cooperate in encircling and suppressing the defeated troops, and cleaning up the battlefield according to the previous agreement."
A trace of unhappiness flashed across Zhang Ze's face when he heard this. Those Xiangguan reinforcements didn't even draw their swords. They only hid in the forest and shot a few arrows. How could they get such a beautiful thing as cleaning the battlefield?
This group of Wuhuan people are well equipped, and peeling off their armor would be a windfall.
But he didn't say anything. He obediently took out a loud arrow from his quiver, opened his bow and shot it into the sky.
The whistle on the special arrow cut through the night sky and made a sharp sound.
Zhao Yun didn't know what Zhang Ze was thinking, but now was not the time to explain to him the entanglements between interests and relationships. He could only teach him later.
Zhao Yun then made arrangements for security, treatment of his own wounded soldiers, and compilation of the list of dead. Seeing Zhang Ze clasping his fists and accepting orders, he was about to leave. He took out a bottle of high-sugar and high-protein energy drink from the side pocket of the saddle and threw it away.
In the past, "Aze, thank you for your hard work, you did a great job."
Zhang Ze took it with his backhand. In the past, Mrs. Gongsun used to stuff them with all kinds of strange things. Zhang Ze had never seen anyone like this, but he had drank sweet water from bottles of other colors.
But no matter how delicious the sweet water is, it can't compare to Zhao Yun's praise for him.
"Thank you Captain Zhao!" Zhang Ze smiled and thanked him, unscrewed it unceremoniously, and trotted away while drinking most of the bottle.
His childish behavior made Zhao Yun smile and shake his head.
Zhao Yun looked back at Yangqiuli in the fire, secretly exhaled a breath, and ordered to the left and right: "Follow me into the village to rescue the survivors."
