Zhao Yun's arrow, chasing the clouds and catching the moon, stabbed directly at Aduna, and saw that it was about to penetrate into the back of Aduna's head.

About to leave the battlefield, the unwilling Abduna turned around, and all the young and strong people of the tribe were almost folded here, and he was unwilling to take another look at the tall silver-speared general.

This turn saved his life.

Before he could react, the feather arrow that should have gone straight to the back of his head pierced through his right cheek, flew out of his left cheek, and nailed straight to a nearby tree with a loud sound.

Before the pain could reach his brain, Abdul only felt like he had been punched and crooked.

Large swaths of flesh on both cheeks were scraped away by swirling arrows, and entire rows of teeth flew into the air with a small stalk.

Aduna lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, a thick strip of flesh spit out with the blood, it was his tongue.

He didn't feel any pain until he looked closely at the broken teeth and broken tongue in the blood he had spitted out, and he suddenly understood something, and raised his head and let out a terrible muffled roar.

The gushing blood soaked his clothes, he swayed from side to side, almost fell off his horse, and was held by one of the guards, and the remaining two guards never dared to delay, supporting him left and right, and rushed into the dense forest.

Seeing Aduna fleeing, even if his heart was as strong as Zhao Yun, he frowned for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, he hung up the carved bow and re-held the gun in his hand, he had tried his best, it was useless to think too much, just to see if that person could have such good luck if they met again next time.

The moment Abduna turned and fled, the battle was decided.

But it's not time to relax.

Zhao Yun refocused his attention on the battlefield.

As soon as the handsome flag fell, many Wuhuan people had completely lost their last trace of fighting spirit.

Some of them trampled on each other with their armor thrown away, and some of them ran in the direction of the village, but they were so flustered that they stumbled on the long slope and rolled with men and horses, and were run under them by the horses.

There were also groups of people who dismounted and surrendered, but they were still run over by the army.

It's not that Zhao Yun is so brutal that he doesn't want to surrender, it's just that the momentum of rumbling forward has been achieved, and he can only rush forward to kill, and it is impossible to stop halfway.

Except for a few vigilant Wuhuan people who abandoned their scimitars and desperately fled to both sides, the rest of the people and horses on the road were all crushed.

Even Zhang Ze, who led the team alone to create chaos in the village and attacked at night, did not dare to block the road, and after assembling from the village, he retreated far away, leaving a large buffer area for the cavalry troops who rushed forward.

Until he rushed down the slope, Zhao Yun made a spear move, and the knight behind him split into two, and ran around the large open space specially set aside by Zhang Ze, slowed down, and trotted together again.

Looking back again, the long ramp in Yangqiu had become a hell of flesh and blood, and the gurgling blood of hundreds of people and horses flowed down the slope, washing the entire dirt slope red.

There were mutilated bodies and limbs everywhere, especially those who had not lost their lives or horses who had fallen to the ground and wailed in their bloody dens.

Zhao Yun rode on the white horse and gently patted the neck of the white horse with a snort, and only then did he gasp for breath quickly.

Even though his martial arts are strong, he is still a mortal in the end, escorting Gongsun Yan to Xiangguan during the day, and rushing back non-stop, on the way to meet the team of Ueda Kai, and then returned to Yangqiu overnight.

Even if he cooperated with Tian Kai and persuaded the Xiangguan reinforcements to cooperate with Laiyangqiuli, it was also agreed that the Xiangguan reinforcements only needed to run back and forth in the forest, dragging the branches of the trees with their horses' tails to be suspicious soldiers, and ambushing the mountains with bows and arrows from a long distance to cooperate with night attacks.

The rest of the night raids and frontal battles were all handed over to Zhao Yun and more than 280 white horse followers.

After formulating the battle plan, he personally acted as a front, outnumbered the enemy, and tore apart the enemy's military formation, any of which was an extremely severe test for the individual's physical strength, combat power, control of the battle situation, will, and mentality.

Large drops of sweat poured out from the roots of his hair, Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and straightened his slightly bent back in the admiring eyes of the soldiers around him: "It's not over yet!" Don't take off your armor and don't let up! ”

"No!" All the soldiers made a promise, and one or two of them slackened down and secretly took off their helmets and hurriedly put them back on.

"Captain Zhao!" Zhang Ze, who was smiling, rushed out of the village with more than fifty Bai Ma Yi behind him, and there was a Yanling knife hanging from his waist.

Zhao Yun arranged for him to take an elite army, wrapped in armor and titles, take off the inner military uniform and wrap the horse's hooves, and enter the camp at night.

Worried that he would encounter hard stubble, he temporarily handed over the Yanling knife given by Gongsun Yan to him.

"Captain Zhao, we won!" Zhang Ze's face turned red, they had fought with Gongsun Zhan before, but the gap in strength was so big, and they had never won so beautifully, not to mention that this group of Hu people was not those poor ghost clans outside the Saiwai.

Not only Zhang Ze was excited, but every white horse knight was excited and ecstatic for this big victory

Now that Gongsun Chan has been defeated and died, the fine noodles and refined salt provided by Gongsun Yan can nourish their bodies, and such a battle is enough to rebuild the spirit of this rout.

Zhao Yun also had excitement and joy in his heart, he was only a young man who had only been crowned for three years, how could he not be happy with such a big victory that was completely incubated by him.

It's just that he collected his emotions in a few breaths.

He knew that he would win the battle and kill the enemy.

But for the task given to him by Gongsun Yan, he failed.

They came too late, and the mounds were already on fire.

What Gongsun Niangzi wanted to protect, he still couldn't help her protect it.

Sighing in his heart, Zhao Yun's face was solemn, and he warned: "Aze, don't get carried away, as long as you are still on the battlefield, don't relax for a moment." ”

Zhang Ze listened to his warning, and immediately slightly restrained his current excited expression.

"Mingdi." Zhao Yun saw that he could listen to the warning, and then ordered: "Inform Wang Yan and Zuo Yuan that the battle between the two Simas is over." Please cooperate with the encirclement and suppression of the defeated troops, and clean up the battlefield according to the previous agreement. ”

A trace of anger flashed on Zhang Ze's face when he heard this, those Xiangguan reinforcements didn't even pull out their knives, they only hid in the forest and shot a few arrows, how could they share such a beautiful thing as cleaning the battlefield.

This group of Wuhuan people is not badly equipped, and it is also a windfall to peel off their armor.

But he didn't speak, and obediently drew an arrow from his quiver, and shot it into the sky.

A whistle on a specially made arrow pierces the night sky with a screeching sound.

Zhao Yun didn't know what Zhang Ze was thinking, but now was not the time to explain to him the entanglement of interests and feelings, just wait for the future to teach.

Zhao Yun then arranged the vigilance and the sorting out of his own casualty list and other things, seeing that Zhang Ze was about to leave with his fists in his fist, he took out a bottle of high-sugar and high-cause energy drink in the side pocket of the saddle and threw it over, "Aze, hard work, good job." ”

Zhang Ze took it with his backhand, and at a glance, he knew that it was something given by Gongsun Yan, in the past, Gongsun Niangzi used to stuff them with all kinds of strange things, Zhang Ze had never seen this kind of look, but he had drunk sweet water from bottles of other colors.

But no matter how delicious the sweet water is, it can't compare to Zhao Yun's praise for him.

"Thank you, Captain Zhao!" Saying that, Zhang Ze smiled and thanked him, unscrewed it unceremoniously, and trotted away while pausing to drink most of the bottle.

His childish behavior made Zhao Yun smile and shake his head.

Zhao Yun glanced back at the Yangqiu in the fire, secretly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and ordered left and right: "Follow me into the village to rescue the survivors." ”