There is a hillside about 20 miles south of Pingxian County, and about 50 miles to the west is Mengjin Pass, and the south is Beibi Mountain, which is covered with snow and is white. Winter snow is sometimes so strange, looking south at the snow, looking north but not a trace of white. At this time, the 20,000 Yellow Turban Army surrounded this inconspicuous hillside. Constantly charging up the hillside, the battle was extremely fierce. Blood flowed down the hillside, mixed with the snow that had not yet melted, and flowed to a small river not far away.

"It's the sky that will die, my Cao Mengde" Cao Cao held a long sword, and blood flowed down the blade.

Led by the Yellow Turban Army to cross the river, the 2,000 troops led by Cao Cao fought and retreated, and were finally besieged on the hill for three days and three nights. The Yellow Turban soldiers kept attacking, there were originally 2,000 soldiers, but now there are only a few hundred, and the court will not send troops to rescue, he can only die to the death.

"Captain, let's break through" A soldier ran to Cao Cao's side, his face covered in blood and several sword wounds on his body.

"It's too late now, look where you can break through" Cao Cao finished speaking, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the hill had been surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army.

The soldier also glanced down and closed his eyes in some pain.

Another group of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed up, and Cao Cao couldn't help but clench the long sword in his hand, stood up and shouted.

"Butcher Ho, misunderstand me"

Rushing towards several Yellow Turban soldiers, the long sword slashed, and a yellow turban soldier was cut over, and a spear suddenly blocked Cao Cao's long sword, Cao Cao was shocked, and suddenly felt bad. The Yellow Turbans lacked weapons, and generally used short swords and short knives. Those who can use spears are certainly not ordinary soldiers.

It was too late to retract his strength, and the long sword was suddenly shocked and flew out.

It turned out that after a long time of fighting, the sword body was already stained with blood, and even the hilt of the sword was full of blood, the blood was slippery, and the hand was unstable, so it would be knocked away by the spear.

Cao Cao hurriedly rolled backwards, but was still stabbed in the thigh by a spear, and suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. The Yellow Turban General struck a blow. Taking advantage of the situation, he saw that several pro-soldiers had already grabbed Cao Cao's arm and dragged Cao Cao to the middle of the team.

"Kill all, leave no one behind"

Suddenly, one by one, the yellow turban soldiers rushed towards Cao Cao.

At this moment, a burst of chaos at the bottom of the hillside gradually spread to the mountain, slowing down the offensive on the mountain.

"Captain Cao, we are saved"

Cao Cao also heard the shouts of killing under the mountain and endured the pain

"Help Me Up and See"

Several pro-soldiers stepped forward, helped Cao Cao up, walked to the front, Cao Cao raised his eyes, only to see that on the western slope, there was a cavalry, rushing to this side, the cavalry was very elite, four or five hundred people were neatly aligned, and the leader was a white-robed general, who was even more courageous.

"I am Changshan Zhao Zilong, when I die" Zhao Yun shouted, his spear pointed obliquely. A cloud of red light disappeared on Zhao Yun's body, and the momentum of the whole person became even more awe-inspiring.

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rushed out first, countless long swords and short knives came towards Zhao Yun, but Zhao Yun killed a large number of them in an instant with one shot, and continued to rush forward to kill.

Cao Cao was stunned on the spot, there was such a brave young general, he had never heard of it in Luoyang for so long. Now the junior general has lost touch with the large army, and single-handedly in the chaos of the army, rampage to disrupt the formation of the Yellow Turbans, while the cavalry is killing the hillside.

"Rush down and join the cavalry," Cao Cao shouted, taking the lead in killing down the hillside.

The Yellow Turban Army, which was besieging Cao Cao in the west, had already been stunned by the scene behind, Cao Cao suddenly killed, and some of them couldn't react, and they were immediately cut down to the ground, and the two troops met. Some cavalry opened the way and rushed in a southwesterly direction.

"The little general is still in the formation" Seeing that he was about to break out of the encirclement, Cao Cao looked back, but saw that Zhao Yun was still fighting in the Yellow Turban Army, and it was precisely because of Zhao Yun's containment that they would break out of the encirclement so easily.

"It's okay, General Zhao will be fine, let's rush south to the encirclement first," said a cavalry guard.

After saying that, the five hundred cavalry were like autumn winds sweeping away leaves, and the Yellow Turban Army blocking the road in front of them was easily dispersed, and sometimes it was not enjoyable, and then turned back and repeatedly rushed to kill, and always maintained the high-speed maneuver of the cavalry.

"This is the cavalry, I must have my own cavalry," Cao Cao thought to himself.

When Wang first arrived in Luoyang, he once asked Wang Gang to buy more than ten war horses, just for his own fun or for the children of his cronies, but now that he has seen the strength of the cavalry, the idea of forming a cavalry has become stronger and stronger.

The cavalry killed the Yellow Turban soldiers in a pair, and did not choose to leave, but rushed into the formation again, directly killing the Yellow Turban soldiers in the southwest direction. Zhao Yun in the distance did not choose to break through at the first time, from Youzhou to Bingzhou, and then to Luoyang, traveling for more than 2,000 miles, Zhao Yun failed to fight, and now that he has the opportunity, how can he let it go, it is still this group of Yellow Turban Army, a knife and a child.

Five hundred cavalry suddenly killed, so that the Yellow Turban Army chaos, but the riot is only a moment, come to Luoyang to sneak attack is also the elite of the Yellow Turban, under the command of the main general, quickly close the formation, but the cavalry is too elite, has been surrounded hopeless, the Yellow Turban general will focus on the siege of this young general.

Zhao Yun's side has been tightly surrounded, but it is more difficult to attack Zhao Yun than to ascend to the sky, so far, Zhao Yun has not been injured, which also makes the Yellow Turban soldiers quite hit.

"Kill his war horse first" The Yellow Turban general shouted, and the other soldiers reacted, and suddenly the pikemen stepped forward and were about to attack Zhao Yun's war horse.

Zhao Yun's war horse is snow-white, and he is very popular with Zhao Yun, and seeing that the spear is about to stab the horse's belly, he will no longer keep it at the moment. The spear pointed backwards, and suddenly one by one the figures came out, rushing towards the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers, and suddenly screamed again and again, and in less than a moment, they actually killed a clearing, and none of the Yellow Turban soldiers dared to step forward.

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Zhao Yun took advantage of this plan, rode his horse and galloped towards the Yellow Turban soldiers, and as soon as he clamped the horse's belly, the war horse actually flew up, skipped over the Yellow Turban soldiers, and after landing, the spear swept away, knocking the Yellow Turban soldiers who blocked the way away, and came to the side of the cavalry team.

"Go"

The five hundred cavalry released a rain of arrows, shot the Yellow Turban Army that wanted to pursue, covered Cao Cao's more than 100 foot soldiers, and headed towards Beibi Mountain.

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