A hundred steps of arrow rain, scimitars, the whole action gives people the feeling of flowing water, even they dodge the arrows of the Xianbei cavalry on horseback are so smooth.

The slave's eyes tightened, and in the confrontation on the rain of arrows, the Xianbei cavalry lost more than 100 people, and none of the Han cavalry on the opposite side fell off their horses, what a terrifying strength.

The scimitar brought up a smear of blood, the number of Xianbei cavalry was originally less than that of the flying cavalry, and in the face of the cooperation of two or three flying cavalry, the Xianbei cavalry had no power to fight back.

"Death!" The slave was furious, and a flying horse actually killed him, he was a famous fierce general in Xianbei in the central region.

The long knife swung away the scimitar of the flying horseman, slashing the flying horseman, the slave's face changed slightly, and the touch on the blade of the blade made him notice that there was a gap in the blade, and then he had time to look at the blades of his own cavalry and the flying horse on the battlefield.

In a moment, the slave noticed that the blades of several cavalrymen had collided into two pieces.

The slave is a little messy, what kind of cavalry is this, the war horse is better than the Xianbei people, the blades and armor are not comparable to the Xianbei people, in the face of such an opponent, how should the Xianbei people win.

"The army is coming soon, kill!" The slave shouted, the more brave the Flying Horse, the more eager he was to defeat the Flying Horse.

The slave squinted and looked at the battlefield, he was looking for the main general of the Han army, capture the thief and capture the king first, if he wants to achieve victory, the fastest way is to capture the main general of the Han army, so these cavalry are not at their own kneading.

With a bright silver spear in his hand, Zhao Yun, who was on a white horse under him, was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield, and under the bright silver spear, the Xianbei cavalry fell off their horses one after another.

The slave kicked the horse's belly fiercely and slashed at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun, who was in the Xianbei cavalry, saw a person in the costume of a Xianbei general coming to kill, and he didn't ask questions, but rode his horse to meet him.

The long knife collided with the spear, the slave's eyes tightened, the gap that appeared on the blade this time was bigger than the previous fight with the flying horse, a thing called aggrieved in the slave's heart, he was also a famous general in Xianbei, and he was not as good as the generals of the Han army in the blade, even the cavalry of the Han army was not as good as a cavalry.

Zhao Yun shouted angrily and launched an attack on the slave, who was worthy of being a fierce general of Xianbei, and tried his best to resist, but he was not injured.

When Zhao Yun saw the long knife in the slave's hand, a smile appeared on his face, can this still be called a knife, it is almost the same as a saw.

The slave felt a great humiliation, and the long knife that was usually precious and not good, was like rotten iron on the battlefield, laughing for the enemy's generals.

The two horses intersected again, Zhao Yun dodged the slave's knife, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the slave was like a child, grabbed by Zhao Yun with one hand.

"Tie up!" Zhao Yun threw the slave on the ground, and the flying knights had already prepared ropes to tie the slave strongly.

When the slaves were captured, the Xianbei cavalry, who had long been terrified by the flying horses, began to flee, and at this moment they forgot that they were warriors on the grassland.

The foot soldiers who followed the slaves lacked the command of the main general, and under the charge of the flying cavalry and the cavalry of the Huns, they were overwhelmed.

Although the Xiongnu and the Xianbei people belong to the peoples on the grassland, the hatred between the two sides is obviously very deep, and in the face of the Xianbei people, the Huns did not stay at all.

The cavalry charged, the foot soldiers covered the killing, and the Xianbei army suddenly became chaotic.

The retreat of the Xianbei army was almost escaping, how could the Han army let go of such an opportunity, the cavalry began to chase the Xianbei people, a Xianbei soldier fell in a pool of blood, even in the face of the surrendered Xianbei soldiers, the Han soldiers did not pause at all, before the war began, their general had already said that there was not much food and grass in the army, if the Xianbei people were accepted, they would be hungry.

Seeing that the Han army continued to kill the surrendered soldiers, the Xianbei people fled faster, but compared to the speed of the war horses, they were still too weak.

This chase lasted for half a day, and many Xianbei soldiers were tired and lay directly on the ground.

There are only more than 2,000 Xianbei soldiers who fled back to the tribe, and a battle made more than 7,000 Xianbei soldiers hate the battlefield, not because they were not brave enough, but because they encountered the flying horse, the flying horse in the eastern Xianbei or the western Xianbei may not have such a great prestige, and put it in the central Xianbei is to kill the god, and there were too many Xianbei soldiers in the middle of the country who died in the hands of the flying horseman.

The next day, when Zhao Yun and Ji Ling led the army to Xianbei in the central part of the country, it was already empty, and the Xianbei tribe directly moved.

"General Zhao really has a great prestige in Xianbei in the central part of the country, and in the first battle, he let the Xianbei people flee in a hurry, and Ji admires it." Ji Ling hugged his fists.

Zhao Yun said: "General Ji said this, Yun is ashamed, the reason why the people of Xianbei in the central part are afraid of flying horses is because of the lord, when the lord led three thousand flying horses to conquer the grassland, in the face of the Xianbei people's encirclement and interception, captured the Xianbei royal court, and made the Xianbei people frightened. ”

The flying knights behind Zhao Yun listened quietly, many of them had not participated in the war of the year, but every time they heard the achievements of the flying horses, they would have a feeling of blood boiling, and they were even more eager to conquer the Xianbei people on the grassland, and use the blood of the Xianbei people to prove that they were still invincible flying horses.

"The heavy task of chasing and killing the Xianbei people and capturing the royal court will be entrusted to General Ji, and Yun will rush to Daijun." Zhao Yun hugged his fists.

Ji Ling hurriedly replied, "Thank you, General Zhao." "At this time, the task of chasing and killing Xianbei is definitely a credit to yourself, no matter what the status of the royal court in the hearts of Xianbei people is, it is always the holy land of Xianbei people, as a military general, the capture of Xianbei royal court is a dazzling merit.

"Yun pre-wishes General Ji a victory." Zhao Yun clasped his fists and saluted, and led the flying horse in the direction of Daijun.

After defeating the soldiers of the Xianbei tribe, the rest of the things are much simpler, and Zhao Yun's mission is not only to defeat the central Xianbei, but also to leave the Xianbei army on the battlefield forever.

For three days in a row, the Xianbei army outside Gaoliu City was busy plundering, entering Daijun, they were not desperate with the Han army, but for the sake of interests, the current loss of Xianbei in the west is the largest, and the Xianbei army under the command of Su Li is even more eager to scrape the ground.

In the tent, Qin Yang sat in the position of Kebineng's lower head, and the last time he almost left Lu Bu on the battlefield, it has already shown that he is powerful in strategy, and the most lacking thing in Xianbei people is the person who gives advice, in terms of strength, they can not be afraid of the Han army, but in terms of strategy, they are too far behind.

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