Zhao Yun looked at the Yangqiu in the sea of fire below and the Wuhuan people who hurriedly adjusted their formations under the slope and made a mess, without a trace of expression on their faces.

He galloped to the front of the battle, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and at the same time pulled the reins with one hand, and the impatient hooves of the white horse under his crotch were raised, and the man stood up in front of the battle, and let out a neigh.

The humane thing resembles the shape of the master, and the usually docile white horse here is now as excited as its owner.

As the war horse's hooves fell heavily, Zhao Yun's right hand spear was raised high, and a sharp cold light was condensed on the tip of the spear, and he let out a clear roar: "Unfold!" Arrows! Follow the enemy into battle! Charge! ”

"Charge!" The two hundred white horses on the left and right followed Zhao Yun and shouted in unison, and Ling Ran rose murderously.

They participated in the construction of this village, and for the first time in the morning, they felt the gratitude from the hearts of the common people, and before they had time to reminisce, the things they had built with their own hands were destroyed by these Hu people.

Only a bloody battle can vent shame and anger.

In the harmony of mountains and tsunamis.

Zhao Yun pointed his spear, let go of the reins in his hand, and the white horse under his crotch neighed high-pitched, his long mane flew, and his four hooves flicked, like a sharp sword, and he galloped out first, heading straight to the Wuhuan Shuai Banner.

Hundreds of white horses raised their weapons, slammed their horses in unison, let go of their restless mounts, and then swooped down.

The cavalry, which had let go of its speed, took advantage of the momentum of the downhill slope and rushed like a big wave.

The rumble of fiery horses echoing in the narrow valley, and the rushing white waves swept in from above.

"Block him!" Adul shouted hoarsely, drew his long knife, and roared loudly to mobilize the brave servants beside him to resist the forward.

He did not order anyone to shoot arrows, the enemy army was too fast, the army was too strong, and if he shot, he was afraid that he would have just taken out his bow and arrows and would have already met in close combat, and they would become lambs to be slaughtered at will by the other side.

Abuna knew too well the advantages and disadvantages of the cavalry, and the opponent could take advantage of the downhill mountain to amplify the impact of the cavalry several times, and they were under the direction, and in addition to consuming horsepower, they could not stop the opponent for a moment.

Running backwards is also not feasible, as it is tantamount to exposing your back and letting the other person do it.

At present, only by blocking the opponent's forward force head-on, you can use your own strength advantage to entangle the opponent.

Most of the servants who fought with Aduna were elite in a hundred battles, and this kind of common sense on the battlefield was also known.

They hurriedly turned around, stepped forward one after another, formed a front, and tried to stop the enemy's charge with their bravery and numbers, defuse the enemy's charge, and drag the opponent into the struggle.

It's a spear and shield duel.

In the face of the surging cavalry, the Wuhuan people held scimitars in their hands, and let out a roar of unknown meaning with a hideous face, in order to strengthen their own momentum.

Abuna watched intently as the white horse and silver spear general charged ahead of the enemy army.

Getting closer and closer, he could even see the young face of the other party clearly, and launched such a fierce and decisive attack, but the other party's expression was cold and calm.

"Engage—" Adun's eyes were red and he shouted angrily, his neck bursting out with green tendons, and at the end of the shout, he directly broke his voice, sharply changing his tone and cutting through the sky.

With a loud bang, the cavalry with the white horse and silver spear that led the way directly crashed into the ranks of the Wuhuan people.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to be silent for a moment, and the world slowed down.

Aduna watched the silver spear general point out his spear in slow motion, the spear silk spun and bloomed, like a beautiful red flower, and randomly swung a few scimitars, and the tip of the bright silver spear was wiped away from the throat in one swoop, leaving only a two-finger-wide gap, and the blood mist rushed out of the sky.

The white horse swept by, and there was no enemy under the gun.

The front line, which gave the only expectation, was easily torn open by the other party, one by one, with one shot and one horse.

As the servant slid off the horse in a stunned expression, time seemed to begin to flow again.

A bowl-sized hoof stamped over his face, and then a dense rain of hooves came and trampled the corpse into mud.

Suddenly, more violent collisions, screams, and fighting voices broke out instantly.

Zhao Yun, as the sharpest point at the front end of the front of the arrow array, tore a huge hole in the enemy's body for the rear army.

Behind him, Bai Mayi rushed in from the torn hole, like a hot knife cutting butter, and the momentum did not slow down for half a minute and pierced the soft abdomen of the enemy.

The horses were staggered, the swords were wielded, and countless Wuhuan people fell off their horses.

For a moment, this small valley reverberated with the strange sound of slashing blades and breaking tendons.

Zhao Yun didn't have any expressions or superfluous movements, and swung his spear to swing the swords that were killing everywhere, protecting himself, his mount, and even the soldiers who were charging at his side.

An unexplained scream raised his scimitar and slashed at his head.

Zhao Yun turned sideways slightly, the moment the two sides staggered, the spear in his hand whipped out, and the poisonous snake spit out the softest side waist of the Wuhuan man, the Wuhuan man let out a miserable howl, and fell off the horse in an instant, and the rear war horse came again, and the horse's hooves full of blood and mud stepped on, instantly drowning him.

Aduna watched the silver spear general with an expressionless face and easily solve the enemies on the way, the war horse under his crotch seemed to be washed with blood and dyed a layer of cherry red, but his calm eyes were locked on him under the handsome banner.

Abduna's hand holding the scimitar was constricted spasmodically, in the past he was proud of slaughtering Wu Yong under his tent, and only now did he really know what Wu Yong was.

Escape!

This thought flashed through Aduna's mind, and Zhao Yun's compulsion gave him great pressure, and he felt infinite despair.

He glanced around him, the army was in disarray, and the two remaining servants were guarding his left and right, and the hands holding the scimitar trembled slightly.

Seeing that there was some distance again, the silver-speared man was about to rush over, and when the Wuhuan soldiers and horses in the middle were temporarily used as soldiers with flesh and blood, Abuna no longer hesitated, he turned his horse's head and fled backwards in a hurry.

Seeing that Abuna turned and fled, the two servants who followed him also fled with him as if they had been pardoned, and the handsome banner in their hands was thrown to the ground.

As soon as the handsome flag fell, the Wuhuan army formation suddenly became even more chaotic.

Abuna galloped backwards, and when he encountered the Wuhuan man who was in the way, he drew his sword and slashed under the horse, and soon opened a road.

In the formation of the two armies, Zhao Yun galloped vertically and horizontally.

When he looked up, he saw that the handsome banner of the Wuhuan people had fallen, and the young man who had been standing under the handsome banner turned his head and fled in a Han uniform.

He knew that it was Abuna, the culprit, and the spear in his hand was a little faster, stabbing several of the Wuhuan people who were in front of the horse from the horse.

Seeing that Abuna pulled out his scimitar and slashed a bloody path among the Wuhuan people, and was about to leave the battlefield, Zhao Yun whistled, and a pro-general who had been following him was right, and the horse was side by side with Zhao Yun, waving a long knife to block the blade for him.

Zhao Yun hung a spear in one hand and took off the longbow from the side of the saddle.

On the back of a galloping horse, he held his breath and bent his bow and arrows, aiming at Atuna, who was about to leave the battlefield.

Finally, at a certain point where the horse's hooves rose and fell, the fingers were released.

The long arrow shot out quickly, as if breaking through the space, and pierced Abduna, seeing that the arrow was about to penetrate the brain.

Abdul Na, who had been running away, turned his head like a god.