Han Zhan opened the curtain and walked out, and saw a scout horse sent out before camping, who was kneeling in front of Zhang He, holding his knee with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, and said loudly: "Yujun Sima, we have found a group of yellow turban thieves who are looting the villages in the west. ”

After hearing this, Zhang He asked without changing his face: "How many Yellow Turban thieves are there?" ”

"About two hundred people." He replied, "Except for four or five horsemen, the rest are infantry. ”

Without waiting for Zhang He to give an order, Xun Chen, who had just come out of the tent, hurriedly asked, "General Junyi, what's wrong?" ”

"Tanma found a small group of yellow turban thieves, about 200 people, who were ransacking the villages to the west." Zhang He said lightly: "Please wait here for a while with Mr. Gongzi and Mr. Youruo, and I can lead the troops to annihilate this group of yellow turban thieves." ”

Hearing that Zhang He was going to personally lead the cavalry to attack, Xun Chen hurriedly grabbed his arm, and said in a bit of a panic: "General Junyi, be careful of the plan of the Yellow Turban Thief to attack the west." Their attack on the village is fake, just to divert our cavalry away, and then the brigade will attack here again. You can't leave. ”

Zhang He was originally full of ambition and was ready to lead two hundred cavalry to eliminate the Yellow Turban thieves who were sacking the village, but when he heard Xun Chen say this, he couldn't help but become hesitant, after all, his task was to escort Han Zhan and Xun Chen to Yuan's camp, not to suppress any bandits.

"General Junyi," Han Zhan also learned from Xun Chen to call Zhang He, "Since the Yellow Turban Thieves are looting nearby villages, we, as officers and soldiers, naturally can't die without help." Well, stay here to protect my uncle, give me a hundred cavalry, and I'll take them to destroy the Yellow Turban thieves in the village." ”

"No!"

"No!"

As soon as Han Zhan's words came out, Zhang He and Xun Chen shouted in unison. Xun Chen said anxiously: "Zhan'er, you are a daughter, where can you easily go to danger?" ”

Han Zhan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, uncle, I won't charge into battle, I'm just going to supervise the battle, and there won't be any danger." Then he said to Zhang He: "General Junyi, time is pressing, you better hurry up and help me select a hundred cavalry to save the villagers from danger." ”

Zhang He didn't speak, but looked at Xun Chen next to him in embarrassment, wanting to hear what he had to say. Xun Chen opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but when he saw Han Zhan waving his hand at him, he knew that it would be useless to say anything more, so he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Seeing that Xun Chen had nothing to say, Zhang He could only stubbornly say: "Since the son insists on going, he can only obey his fate." After speaking, he called Zhao Yun over and ordered: "I order you to lead a hundred cavalry and go with Gongzi to exterminate the Yellow Turban thieves in the west village." ”

Hearing Zhang He's order, Zhao Yun's face showed an embarrassed expression, he looked at Han Zhan on the side with a sideways face, and then turned his head to Zhang He and said: "Qiqi Jun Sima, the battlefield is dangerous and abnormal, the body of the son's daughter, can not be easily involved, I beg the military Sima to take back his fate." ”

Hearing that Zhao Yun was reluctant to take Han Zhan with him, Zhang He, who was holding back his anger, glared at him and said impatiently: "I have made up my mind, you don't need to say more, hurry up and choose someone to go." ”

After a stick of incense, Han Zhan and Zhao Yun led a hundred cavalry, led by Tanma, towards the village that had been sacked by the Yellow Turban thieves. Although Han Zhan's riding skills were already much higher than during the day, Zhao Yun still kept his face calm, and thought to himself: "How could Jun Sima let a weak person like Gongzi come on an adventure with him, didn't he let him die?" ”

The village that was still looted was only seven or eight miles away from the camping place, and it didn't take long for the shadow of that village to be seen in the distance. At this time, two horsemen came on, and Han Zhan hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the saber and prepared to draw the sword out of its sheath. As soon as he pulled out half of it, he was grabbed by Zhao Yun's arm and comforted him: "Don't panic, Childe, it's our Tanma." ”

After speaking, Zhao Yunce immediately stepped forward, lowered his voice and asked, "Is the one in front of you Luo Shichang?" ”

The two horses came to Zhao Yun, and one of them bowed his hand, which should be the chief Rosh that Zhao Yun said. Han Zhan hurriedly drove forward, wanting to hear what the two of them had to say.

I only heard Zhao Yun ask: "How many yellow turban thieves are there in the village, and where are they located?" ”

"Hundreds of people in the village were driven to the threshing floor by the yellow turban thieves," said Rosh Chang, who was of medium stature and had a Chinese face, "and I saw that the yellow turban thieves had brought the villagers' livestock to slaughter, and the wine was brought to the mud to be opened, and then a large cauldron was set up, and when the water was boiling, large pieces of meat were thrown into it to boil." Some of the meat was not yet cooked, and some of the yellow turban thieves forked the meat with knives and ate it, and it seemed that they had been hungry for a long time. ”

After listening to this, Zhao Yun thought for a moment, and then asked, "Are the yellow turban thieves all in the threshing floor?" ”

Rosh thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Yes... Some are somewhere else. ”

"Chief Rosh," Han Zhan knew that he still had important content to say when he heard Chief Rosh say this, and hurriedly urged: "Make it clear, where else is there any?" ”

Luo Shi Chang glanced at Han Zhan, gritted his back molars and said: "There is a rich man in the village, there is a big mansion, and several leaders of the Yellow Turban Thieves let people pick out beautiful young women from the villagers and send them to the mansion to do something inferior to beasts. ”

After learning about the situation in the village, Zhao Yun asked Luo Shi to lead two cavalry to protect Han Zhan, while he led the rest of the cavalry to approach the village. Thankfully, most of the Yellow Turban thieves were eating meat and drinking wine in large bowls on the threshing floor, and there was not even a sentry post at the entrance of the village, so that no one noticed the arrival of Zhao Yun and his troops.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Thief was defenseless, Zhao Yungao raised the steel gun in his hand, waved it forward, and shouted: "Kill~!" Before the shout fell, he rode his horse and rushed forward. The cavalry behind put the spears in their hands flat one after another, followed behind Zhao Yun, and rushed forward along the wide road.

A drunken and hazy Yellow Turban thief, seeing a group of cavalry rushing in his direction, thought he was dazzled, and staggered to his feet, trying to confirm whether he was wrong. I felt a pain in my chest, and then I flew up in a fog, and a moment later I landed heavily on the bluestone threshing floor.

After Zhao Yun picked off a thief soldier who was blocking in front of him, he brandished a spear and rushed into the Yellow Turban thief, stabbing left and right, leaving corpses everywhere he passed.

"It's amazing, it's just amazing." Han Zhan, who was standing at the entrance of the village watching the battle, couldn't help but applaud when he saw Zhao Yun showing his might among the Yellow Turban thieves. And the chief Rosh and the other two cavalrymen next to him were also stunned by Zhao Yun's amazing combat strength.

Cavalry was originally a lingering nightmare for the infantry, not to mention that these infantry were unprepared. It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a battle as a massacre. Seeing that the situation was not good, some of the yellow turban thieves quickly ripped off the yellow scarves wrapped around their heads and tried to blend in with the villagers who were sitting in the threshing floor, but they were quickly kicked out by the villagers.

Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Han Zhan hurriedly rode his horse and rushed over, shouting loudly: "Those who abandon their weapons and squat on the ground will not be killed!" There are a lot of people who abandon their weapons and squat on the ground! First Captain Rosh and two cavalrymen shouted, and soon the cavalry who rushed behind Zhao Yun also shouted. The dozens of surviving Yellow Turban thieves, after hearing the shout, lost the heart to continue fighting, hurriedly threw down the weapons in their hands, and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Zhao Yun grabbed a yellow turban thief and asked loudly, "Where is your leader?" ”

Without waiting for the man to reply, one of the villagers gathered in the middle of the threshing floor stepped out and said in a loud voice, "General, I know where the leader of the Yellow Turban Thieves is, and I will take you there." ”

Zhao Yun and Han Zhan led twenty cavalrymen and followed the villagers to the door of a large mansion. The villager pointed with his hand and said loudly: "The two leaders of the Yellow Turban Thieves and a dozen followers are in the house. ”

Just as Zhao Yun and the others were about to dismount, the gate suddenly opened, and a group of people with gold heads rushed out from inside. Seeing Zhao Yun and them at the door, they were stunned at first, and then five or six people rushed up waving the steel knives in their hands. One of them came straight to Han Zhan.

Han Zhan originally came to see the excitement, but who knew that there was a yellow turban thief who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, wielding a steel knife and slashing at him. He sat on horseback and hurriedly drew his sword, and was about to cut it off, when he found the yellow turban thief holding a steel knife alofted, his eyes widened, and his mouth screamed, but he did not take a step forward. Han Zhan looked at it, and it turned out that a steel gun had penetrated the opponent's chest, making it impossible for him to take a single step forward.

Han Zhan turned his head to see that it was Zhao Yun who stabbed the Yellow Turban thief to death, and hurriedly laughed at him awkwardly. Zhao Yun drew his spear and slapped his horse along the street to chase the fleeing Yellow Turban thief in front.

A yellow turban thief pulls out some horses from a nearby alley. The two Yellow Turban thieves helped a drunken man who looked like a leader to his horse, then slapped the horse on the buttocks and watched as the horse galloped down the street while the rest of the men mounted their horses. However, Zhao Yun had already rushed in front of them, waved the steel gun in his hand, and stabbed the yellow turban thieves who had just mounted the horse one by one.

A moment later, except for the Yellow Turban thief who had just led the horse out, the rest became ghosts under Zhao Yun's gun. Just when Zhao Yun was about to shoot off the other party, the man suddenly knelt down, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said repeatedly: "The general spares his life, the general spares his life!" ”

"What's the use of harming the thieves in the township, Liuer!" After Zhao Yun finished shouting, he raised his gun and stabbed.

When the tip of the gun was less than an inch away from the back of the man's head, the man suddenly cried out in tears: "We are not yellow turban thieves, we are also officers and soldiers!" ”

Hearing the other party's shout, Zhao Yun hurriedly swung the tip of the gun and directly picked up the yellow scarf wrapped in the other party. He pointed the tip of his gun at the other party and asked angrily: "Who are you waiting for, why do you want to disguise yourself as a yellow scarf, and you haven't recruited it from the truth!" ”