Huang Zhong led his army to flee all the way, and finally disappeared in a mountain col. At this time, in Wang Ping's eyes, there was a camp, which was where Zhao Yun set up camp.

Wang Ping hurriedly stopped the soldiers and horses, and did not immediately rush into the camp, because he found something unusual, this camp seemed to be empty, there were no soldiers and horses to move around, no flags were displayed, only the fire left by cooking, faintly emitting a few wisps of smoke.

"Xu is a deceit, and the army will withdraw immediately." Wang Ping cautiously commanded, and the army immediately turned its horses, and the rear team changed to the front team, and returned to Beishan.

However, just as he left the camp less than a few hundred meters, the drum suddenly rumbled, and the camp was instantly opened, and a large number of soldiers and horses rushed out and suddenly attacked Wang Ping's army.

The leader of the generals riding white horses, dignified and majestic, was Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, who raised his bright silver spear and urged the horse to go straight to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping hurriedly turned the horse's head and the big knife caught up, but Zhao Yun's silver spear suddenly turned around, Wang Ping's eyes widened, looking for the trajectory of the silver spear, and then the movement was still a little slower, Zhao Yun's silver spear stabbed his wrist accurately, Wang Ping screamed, and the big knife came out of his hand.

Wang Ping clutched his bloody wrist, turned his horse's head and fled. Zhao Yun snorted coldly, dialed the horse and pasted it, Wang Ping was defenseless and injured again, seeing Zhao Yun approaching, he thought about jumping off the horse and avoiding it for the time being.

Unexpectedly, his body just soared into the air, and he suddenly couldn't move as if he was sucked, and when he looked back, he was immediately frightened like ashes, and it turned out that his clothes had been grabbed by Zhao Yun, whose face was like cold frost.

Zhao Yun roared, lifted him up, and threw him backwards casually, throwing him into the army.

Wang Ping staggered and just got up, when a group of soldiers rushed up and tied him up firmly. Zhao Yun ordered him to be taken care of, and led his soldiers and horses to continue the pursuit.

The main general Wang Ping was arrested, the dragons were leaderless, the combat effectiveness of the Cao army was greatly lost, and Zhao Yun led the army, like a tiger into the flock, killing the corpses all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river.

Hearing that Zhao Yun had already succeeded, Huang Zhong immediately led his team and attacked quickly in the northbound direction.

Old Huang Zhong didn't want to entangle with him at all, pulled the lark bow, and swished out three arrows in a row, Zhao Yan's combat effectiveness was mediocre, and he dodged left and right to dodge two arrows, but there was still an arrow in his chest, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out of his mouth.

Huang Zhong immediately rushed forward, raised his knife and fell, and beheaded Zhao Yan, who was still sitting on horseback with a dull expression. At this time, Zhao Yun's team also rushed all the way over, and the two of them did not entangle with those remnants of the defeated soldiers, and immediately rushed into the granary, ordering the soldiers to set fire to the grain.

On the north mountain, the fire suddenly rose to the sky, and the aroma of grain could be faintly smelled in the scorching smell of fire. From dusk to dawn, Cao Cao's place for hoarding grain was almost completely lost in this fire.

Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong's faces were brightly illuminated by the firelight, the two looked at each other and laughed, the Fazheng military division was clever, and the soldiers who surrendered without a fight were amazing!

When the light of the fire dimmed, the flames were extinguished, and the task was successfully completed, Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong led the army back without stopping.

When Xu Chu and Cao Zhang heard that someone had raided the granary, they were shocked and sweated, and hurriedly led the army to hurry, but in front of them were only remnants of ashes and curling black smoke.

In many major battles in history, it is often the small people who decide the victory, if Wang Ping does not leave the camp to catch up with Huang Zhong, stubbornly does not fight, and waits for reinforcements, Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong have no chance of success.

Wang Ping was greedy for merit, made a big mistake, regretted it, but also had a bit of backbone, he would rather die than accept military medical treatment, let the blood on his wrist continue to flow, and he himself fainted several times.

While he was fainting, Zhao Yun ordered someone to heal and bandage, but Wang Ping tore off the bandage when he woke up, and the water and rice did not enter, and he was bent on death.

Zhao Yun had a heart-to-heart talk with Wang Ping, personally bandaged his wounds, and brought the rice bowl to him. Wang Ping burst into tears, sighed again and again, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally took refuge in Liu Bei and expressed his willingness to follow Lord Ming. In fact, this is also a helpless move, anyway, even if he returns to Cao Ying, it will definitely be a dead end.

Cao Cao, who was in Yangping Pass, learned that the granary was burned, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he immediately fainted. After a day and a night, Cao Cao finally woke up, but he didn't speak for the whole day, his face was very haggard, more like an old man in the twilight.

At dusk, Cao Cao barely drank a bowl of porridge, and finally sighed and said: "Alas, a thousand clever plans have actually made the granary lost, and the defeat is certain!" ”

"King Wei, we can pour out a large army and fight to the death with that Liu Bei, and the outcome is uncertain." Jia Xu said with little confidence.

Cao Cao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, there is no food in the army, how can we fight?" The Hanzhong army was ordered to abandon the city and return to the capital. ”

"King Wei, you can take all the people of Hanzhong away." Yan Pu said.

"Yan Gong's words are exactly what I want, so I will do so." Cao Cao nodded.

Liu Bei asked Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong to burn the granary with a try-and-see attitude, but he didn't expect that it would really be burned clean, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy. After that, Liu Bei discussed with Fa Zheng whether to take the opportunity to attack Cao Jun.

Fa Zheng objected on the grounds that the poor could not be pursued and would only provoke a greater counterattack. As a result, Liu Bei's army stopped in place and did not move, and half a month later, Cao's army finally gathered in one place, took the initiative to abandon the battlefield, took the people with them, and returned with a feather.

"Cao Cao just left?" Liu Bei couldn't believe his ears a little.

"Gone! Congratulations to the lord, the whole territory of Hanzhong has been annexed. Fa Zheng's tense expression finally relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The protracted battle of Hanzhong ended with the burning of Cao's granary and its retreat, and Liu Bei finally occupied Hanzhong as he wished, becoming the final victor.

Liu Bei was ecstatic, and he fainted in front of him, just like Cao Cao, he woke up slowly for a day and a night, and after waking up, he didn't say a word, and his heart was mixed. Happiness came too suddenly, and no matter how you taste it, you feel a little lost.

Fa Zheng, who made great contributions in this battle, was not happy at all, and got Hanzhong, but did not get the population of Hanzhong, and the vast majority of the people in Hanzhong either followed Cao Jun or left their homes on their own initiative, often walking for several miles, and they could not see a single figure, and they were indescribably bleak.

From this point of view, although Liu Bei won the battle, he did not make much money at all, but because the war dragged down the economic development, he had to recuperate for at least a few years before his comprehensive strength could be restored.