There were earth-shattering shouts of killing everywhere, and when Lu Bu saw the arrival of reinforcements, the halberd in his hand was wielded more powerfully. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Bu, the god of war!

Looking at Lu Bu, who was surrounded by layers of people, he was still mighty, and just by virtue of a halberd in his hand, he killed the Huns on his back. At this moment, all the Han horses were boiling. Looking at Lu Bu's figure, a raging flame ignited in their hearts.

Even Zhao Yun is no exception.

Clutching the spear in his hand tightly, he secretly swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would be like Lu Bu.

Look at the world!

The Huns were already stunned by Lu Bu's bravery at this time, and seeing that Zhao Yun had brought 20,000 cavalry to rescue, the Huns at this time had already had the idea of retreating.

But how could Zhao Yun let them succeed?

After a cursory look, Zhao Yun found that the Hun cavalry here was actually not as many as he imagined, that is, thirty or forty thousand.

However, compared to his 20,000 horses, it is still twice as much.

However, at this time, the morale of the Han cavalry was high, and on the other hand, the Hun cavalry had already been beaten by Lu Bu and was sluggish and frightened. At this time, the Huns did not have the sharpness to fight at all, and they were now thinking about how to leave one by one, especially when they saw that Lu Bu was still slaughtering, their idea of leaving became stronger and stronger.

In this case, Zhao Yun easily dragged them for two hours.

However, what made Zhao Yun difficult was that the current Huns did not have the intention of fighting at all. Not to mention the pursuit.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yun still proceeded according to the original plan, if the Huns chased after him, then everything would be fine. If the Huns hadn't chased after them, it would have been even better.

Therefore, Zhao Yun gave the order and retreated towards the planned retreat.

Sure enough, when the Huns saw Zhao Yun retreating, they did not pursue, but retreated to another place.

In the ranks of the Huns, several people who looked like leaders were gathering together with frowns.

"Where did these Han people come from?" A bearded man asked, and in the face of the bearded man's questioning, the other three looked a little cautious. It seems that the status of the bearded man is a little higher than that of them.

"Duke Wutuo, these Han people seem to have suddenly appeared in the desert, and we didn't find anything at all before." One replied.

Listening to his words, it turned out that this bearded man turned out to be a duke of the Huns.

Indeed, the Duke of Wutuo was the only duke in the vicinity, and the neighborhood was ruled by him. And the other three, his men, were the three marquises.

The hierarchy of the Xiongnu was extremely strict, and although the marquis was a nobleman, he was only a subordinate in front of the duke.

Of these three marquises, one of them is called Marquis Patton, and the marquis tribe they attacked is his tribe. Unfortunately, this Marquis de Barton is still unaware.

"Leave them alone, looking at their appearance, they shouldn't be Han Sui's people. If they don't harass us, we don't deliberately look for trouble. I always feel that these Han people are not simple. Thinking of Lu Bu's terrifying momentum and strength, Duke Wutuo trembled in his heart. He has lived for so long, and he has never seen a brave military general like Lu Bu. I haven't even heard of it.

"Yes." The three of them said respectfully, and at the same time, they were also afraid in their hearts, the scene of Lu Bu killing a small leader at that time is still lingering in the minds of several people. It can be said that Lu Bu definitely left a huge shadow in the hearts of the three of them.

"Okay, go back with your own people, be careful."

"Yes!"

Although these tens of thousands of Huns were nominally all dukes of Wutuo, in fact, the soldiers and horses of the three marquis were all led by themselves. The marquis needs to obey the duke, but the marquis's army does not.

This is also called your slave's slave, not your slave is the same.

Everyone led their own soldiers and horses, and the Marquis of Patton had 8,000 Hun cavalry. Although Lu Bu seemed to have killed many people, he had also killed more than a thousand people at most. Although it feels a lot, it is not too much in the large army of the Huns. It was mainly Lu Bu's momentum that was the reason why the Huns were afraid.

The Marquis of Barton led his soldiers and horses towards the tribe with trepidation. In my heart, I still have a good plan, and when I return to the tribe, I must pick a few water spirits from the Han girls I robbed a few days ago to vent. This guy was scared, and I'm still scared.

When he arrived at the tribe, Barton was immediately confused, and his eyes were in a mess.

Severed arms and stumps, blood all over the ground.

There are corpses everywhere, at the door, next to the car, and everywhere else. There was still blood flowing out of the corpse, and the blood that flowed on the ground had merged into a small river.

Marquis Barton stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his lips trembling, he staggered two steps, and fell directly to the ground.

There was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"What's going on?" Marquis Patton roared wildly, running around the tribe. It's a pity that only dead people are seen, only corpses. The entire tribe did not have a single living mouth.

"What's going on?"

"Ah!!h

Barton was hysterical, looking at his relatives, friends, and wives lying in a pool of blood, and the pain in Barton's heart was indescribable.

At this moment, he suddenly realized the villages that they had killed and looted.

Perhaps, they felt the same way as Barton at this time.

But how could Barton think about that at this time?

At this time, his mind was full of the word "revenge".

Yes, revenge!

"It's them, it must be them, it must be that group of Han Chinese troops!"

Patton roared like crazy, and the eight thousand Hun cavalry behind him also had red eyes. Sadness and anger appeared on their faces at the same time. ‘

"Master Hou, the war horses in our tribe are gone." ’

"Ah~!!"

Barton raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and then shouted into the distance: "You wait for Lao Tzu, this revenge will not be avenged, and you will not die!" "At this time, the Marquis of Barbaton has basically been determined, and this is what Zhao Yun and the others did.

"Never die!"

Eight thousand Hun cavalrymen, straddling their horses, raised their scimitars in their hands, and behind them were their relatives who fell in a pool of blood. They all had red eyes and hideous faces, and they roared at the yellow sand in the far distance. Their oath seems to shake the desert.

The Huns, the Huns, have always been synonymous with toughness.

The slaughter of a tribe has never been done before in the history of the Xiongnu.

This shame must be washed away with blood.

Barton wanted to use Zhao Yun's blood to wash away this shame.