Blood swirled on the yellow mud floor, staining the ground purple

"Ahem."

He Zhou covered his waist and fell to the ground, and a large piece of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He looked at the leader surnamed Deng who slipped to the ground coughing in a daze, and swallowed his saliva fiercely.

Zhao Yun rode on his horse and pulled out the head of the spear from the shoulder of the leader surnamed Deng.

Just now, he picked up the long knife with one shot and saved He Zhou.

Seeing that He Zhou was still sitting on the ground, his hands were groping around with him, and he seemed to still have palpitations.

"Tie it up!"

Zhao Yun used his gun to pick up the leather rope that fell to the ground and frowned imperceptibly.

"Yes!" He Zhou, a spirit, got up from the ground, his face flushed.

He knew he had messed up.

Before the war, Captain Zhao transferred several soldiers to his command, all of whom were people with different strengths in their daily lives, and there was no need to guess their intentions.

He Zhou's mind was blank, and the advice of the man who lacked ears seemed to be ringing in his ears again.

Knowing that he had messed up, he was extremely frustrated, but he still carried out Zhao Yun's order.

The leader surnamed Deng, who had lost his weapon and was stabbed by Zhao Yun's spear at the same time, was pressed face down on the yellow mud ground.

The face of the leader surnamed Deng was pressed into the bloody mud and he gasped for breath.

The defeat of the hard blow made him see Zhao Yun's calmness.

This also meant that his plan to kill Zhao Yun's personal guards and provoke Zhao Yun had failed.

He put away his sweaty posture and wagged his tail to pray for mercy, buried his face in the mud, and said no more.

He didn't even raise his head, for fear that when he looked at the east, his expression would be strange, so that people would notice something.

His sons had only been walking for more than half an hour, and the mountain road was difficult, so he had to drag more time for them.

At that time, his son should also be able to see that the main house was not affected by the turmoil, know that the matter was lost, cancel the plan, and evacuate with the Sima surnamed Chen.

As long as his son can escape, as long as his bloodline can be passed on to the world, even if he dies here, it is worth it.

Sweat mixed with blood flowed into his mouth, and the leader surnamed Deng buried his head in the mud.

The fog that permeated the mountains finally lifted completely, and the sun rose.

The morning air should have been the most sober, but at this time, the school yard was full of people wailing and screaming.

In the meantime, some corpses that had been hacked and trampled to death by horses also mixed in with the crowd.

Blood piled up under the messy corpses, and the smell of human flesh and internal organs rose with the damp mist, mixed with the smell of some people being frightened by long knives and incontinent.

Even those who were not too injured and could move without hindrance did not dare to stand up, and under the shouts of the knights on the cruise, they held their heads in their hands and lay on their stomachs, not daring to move and speak.

Everyone's heart beat like a drum, and they didn't know what kind of sanctions awaited them.

Zhao Yun sniffed the smell in the air and frowned slightly, it wasn't that he suddenly paid attention to hygiene at this time.

He had been accustomed to the smell of the battlefield when he was young, and he had encountered many of the worse environments.

He just remembered what Gongsun Yan had told him about the spread of the epidemic.

At this time, they were in the Lone Bamboo Manor, and if one accidentally caused the epidemic to spread in the village, it would be a disaster.

In order to contain the incident in time, they rushed overnight with torches.

If you finish it properly, you can go back as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yun summoned Ding and issued an order to clean up the battlefield, count the prisoners, and collect and burn the corpses.

Ding Yi was older in Baimayi, and his strength was not high, and his riding skills were not superior.

This person was able to follow the team to break through and come all the way to the Lone Bamboo Manor.

In addition to his heartfelt care for his juniors, who are also willing to protect and assist him, it also has a lot to do with his own cleverness.

When they were in the deserted village, Gongsun Yan and Xiahou Lan redrew the roster of soldiers, abandoning the simple recording method of the past.

In addition to re-recording the soldiers' names, ages, places of origin, and family circumstances, additional records were made of the soldiers' personal specialties and so on.

Zhao Yun learned that there were people like Ding Yi who knew a few words and had been a post clerk.

I also paid more attention to him, and I also had some thoughts about taking it with me this time.

He Zhou failed to pass his test before, and there are still young people who are frivolous and carried away, and they still need to be trained, but I don't know how this Ding official is.

Ding Yan knew that the opportunity had come, and he was excited, and then he didn't dare to slack off, and listened to Zhao Yun's instructions and requirements seriously.

From then on, it was organized to carry out the custody of the prisoners and the disposal of the corpses.

There were almost no casualties in the army.

With cavalry to deal with such a surprise and a peasant tribe, several soldiers who were accidentally wounded by swords were ridiculed and ridiculed by their comrades and their faces were flushed.

He Zhou was even more teased and hated to find a hole to get into.

The leader surnamed Deng was tightly tied up by He Zhou with a leather rope the thickness of his thumb, and he was still strictly guarded on the high platform alone.

Seeing Zhao Yun standing and watching the soldiers below count the prisoners of war, Ding Yi hurriedly stretched out his hands and asked someone to go to the back shack to find a greasy stool.

Zhao Yun thanked him for his kindness and asked, "Can you find the Deng family?" ”

As soon as Zhao Yun's voice fell, he saw the head of the Deng surnamed who was tied to the ground like a piglet, and his muscles suddenly tensed.

"There is no trace of Deng Jiazi, it is said that he has not appeared again today, and several of the chief's cronies are also missing."

At the mention of this, a trace of worry flashed on Ding Yan's face, he carefully looked at Zhao Yun's face, and lowered his voice to remind: "Zhao Duwei, I'm afraid there is fraud in this, I don't know where the main mansion is?" ”

Zhao Yun and their previous arrangement, Ding Yan and other ordinary soldiers naturally would not know, I didn't expect him to think of this, Zhao Yun nodded approvingly, "Don't worry, the main house has been properly arranged." ”

However, he didn't catch anyone, and Zhao Yun was still a little relieved.

He knew Xiahoulan's ability, but he also knew that the combat effectiveness of the troops brought by Xiahoulan was really average, so he decided to go to that path to take a look by himself.

After telling the Ding officials to deal with the prisoners of war, they closed the gate of the village and stood by in place.

Ding Yan solemnly promised.

When telling this, Zhao Yun did not avoid the leader surnamed Deng who was tied to the ground, seeing that he was still buried his head, and when he heard the mention of the path, he couldn't stop trembling, and he was more sure of the guess in his heart.

One jumped off the high platform, whistled, summoned Bai Yun, a war horse standing obediently under the high platform, and turned over on the horse.

He ordered more than a dozen knights to follow, and ran all the way out of the camp, looking for it all the way in the direction recorded in the map.

Ding Yi respectfully watched Zhao Yun and more than a dozen other horsemen run out of the camp, dragged the stool under his buttocks, and sat down next to the leader surnamed Deng who was panting.

"Zhao Duwei is really like a god, he knows everything!" He was angry in his heart that this fat man had almost killed He Zhou, not to mention, and caused him to lose a chance to be promoted, so he deliberately provoked.

Sure enough, after this capture, the fat man like a dead pig trembled.

"Know everything!" Ding Yan smiled and repeated again, "No one can escape!" ”