"If you don't let go, Zilong's waist will be folded by you." This is Xia Houlan's joking voice.

"Zixiu, don't talk nonsense!" This was Zhao Yun's voice warning Xia Houlan.

It's safe!

Gongsun Yan took a quick breath and raised his head from Zhao Yun's arms.

Several people immediately stood by the road, and there was no trace of Hu Ren in front of them.

Seeing Gongsun Yan's nervous appearance, Xia Houlan wanted to tease a few words, but after seeing Zhao Yun looking down at Gongsun Yan, he threw a warning glance at him.

Xiahou Lan sighed and didn't speak again, he patted Gongsun Cheng, who was still sleeping in his arms, and turned over and dismounted at the same time as Zhao Yun.

Gongsun Yan was empty behind her, and she subconsciously looked back.

Not far away, I saw more than a dozen corpses lying on their stomachs, and several war horses that had lost their owners pacing beside them, and the blood that flowed out of them stained a large area of the land red, gathering into small pools of blood in the mud puddles trampled by the horses' hooves.

Looking through the brown windshield, it looks like a grotesque and terrifying picture.

Wearing a hood, she could smell the rust of blood and the stench of the water.

The side is fine, the throat is broken or there are many holes in the body, there is an unlucky ghost who was cut in two by a quick knife, the pressure of the body cavity spurts out the fragments of internal organs and blood, and the colorful things in the intestines are all over the ground within a radius of several meters.

His horse gathered around his master, bowed his head and arched the corpse's face, let out a low wail, and the horse's hooves stomped, repeatedly stepping his organs into the blood-soaked and supple mud.

Gongsun Yan subconsciously looked at the Yanling knife in Xiahou Lan's hand.

A line of blood followed the silver blood groove of the cold blade, winding down, reflecting the inscribed vermilion pattern on the blade, and finally slowly dripping from the tip of the knife to the ground.

A stream of sour water tumbled up from his stomach, and Gongsun Yan looked away like electricity, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and suppressed his nausea.

Zhao Yun, who had taken off his helmet, stretched out his hand from the side, hugged her waist and lifted her off the horse and put her on the ground.

When her feet touched the ground, Gongsun Yan found that her very unpromising feet were a little weak, and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Yun's arm with one hand and the saddle with the other.

"Gongsun Lady, are you alright?" Zhao Yun dragged the white horse, letting the horse body cover Gongsun Yan's view.

"I didn't ...... Belch! Gongsun Yan hiccuped, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and tried her best to suppress the surging nausea.

She knew that they could retreat with their whole body, but she never expected that Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan would be able to give such strength and end the battle almost as a massacre.

Is this the high-end combat power of this world?

Zhao Yun raised his hand and wanted to pat her on the back, but he was afraid that the blood on his body would collide with her, so he put it down again.

Many soldiers who are new to the battlefield will have such a reaction, she did not vomit in her hat on the spot, and she has performed very well.

"I'm fine, you go get busy!"

Gongsun Yan is a very faceless person at some times, she can't let herself vomit in front of Zhao Yun, so she pushed him to keep him away from her for the time being.

Although Zhao Yun was worried, he still turned around and went to deal with the battlefield first-they left a living mouth.

As soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of Gongsun Yan running to the side, holding on to the tree and vomiting.

Zhao Yun held the silver spear and paused at his feet.

He hesitated, didn't look back, and continued to walk towards a blood-stained bearded man.

The bearded man was young, with a fancy colored rope in his braid, a cup-sized hole in his right shoulder blade, and a bloody clot in his mouth and nose, struggling in the bloody mud to reach the scimitar he had dropped.

Zhao Yun stopped Xiahou Lan who was about to step forward: "The weak rabbit is dying, you can kick the eagle, Zi Xiu hugs the little boy, don't step forward easily." ”

When Xia Houlan heard this, she had to stop, and Zhao Yun stepped forward with a gun to investigate.

Hearing Zhao Yun's footsteps, the young Hu man turned his head, his face full of fear and panic.

It was the Han general in front of him who killed the most courageous slaughter of their tribe with one shot, and picked him off his horse with another shot.

"Don't come here!" The young man of the Hu people shouted in Wuhuan dialect, and his left hand, which was still moving, grabbed a ball of blood and mud from under him and threw it at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun turned sideways to dodge, and his unhurried approach pressure pressed the nerves of the young man of Hu Ren, giving him great pressure.

"Where are you from?" Zhao Yun asked in Wuhuan language.

Perennial conquest of the Northland, in Qingzhou also for Liu Bei for a period of time in charge of the Karasuma Miscellaneous Cavalry, whether it is him or Xiahou Lan, simple Wuhuan can speak some words.

Zhao Yun picked up the scimitar on the ground, stepped forward with his boots, and pointed the tip of the spear at the chest of the young man of the Hu people, "Say." ”

The sharp head of the spear was pressed against his chest, and the young man of Hu was in tears; "Spare me, please, spare me, as long as you spare me, I will say anything."

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows undeniably, and did not answer Hu Renqing's words: "Where are you from?" ”

"Qian'an, we are from Qian'an."

Zhao Yun's expression moved.

Qian'an, the distance from Lingzhi is not more than 100 miles, how can there be so many Hu riding in Qian'an.

"Nonsense." Xiahou Lan scolded, "Lingzhi is the lair of the Gongsun family, how can I tolerate you fishy beards riding around in such a close place." ”

"I'm not lying!" The young man of Hu wanted to raise his hand but was restrained by Zhao Yun's gun, he shook his head anxiously, for fear that Zhao Yun would stab him to death with one shot when he heard that he was lying, "Our little handsome Adu, that is the nephew of the adult, who went south from Liucheng to trade horses and trade horses with Gongsun's family, and walked around to do business. ”

Zhao Yun's brows couldn't help frowning, "Gongsun Zhan's orphan has not been announced, how can you trade horses know such a confidential matter?" ”

The young man coughed and spit out some blood clots, if it weren't for the desire to survive, he would have fallen asleep from blood loss.

He breathed rapidly and licked his bloody lips, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, "Xiao Shuai was in Gongsun's Mansion on the day of the report. ”