"Huns!" Just as everyone was looking around, a frightened shout suddenly came from the grain transport team.

The one who shouted was a man in his forties.

This man was born very short, perhaps working in the fields all year round, and his skin was tanned by the sun. When he shouted, his eyes were full of panic, and he raised his hand to point to the Baishui River in the distance, and his voice was somewhat trembling out of fear.

Many people beside the man looked forward in the direction of his finger, and saw that on the other side of the Baishui River, a group of Huns were wading across the river, intending to rush towards them.

If Han Xian led a simple group of cavalry, and the Huns rushed from the opposite side of the river, he didn't have to pay much attention to it, he just had to lead the soldiers to ride away.

But he took on the responsibility of escorting grain and grass, in addition to the lives of thousands of people in his hands, there was also the cart of grain and grass that was related to the survival of the army.

The Huns who poured over from the other side of the river were black and oppressive, and just by looking at them, it could be seen that there were at least five thousand people.

Seeing that the Huns were rushing into the river in the distance and rushing towards the south of the opposite bank, Han Xian raised his big sword in his hand and shouted to the five hundred heavy cavalry of the Luoyang Army present: "Meet the enemy!" ”

With Han Xian's order, five or six hundred Luoyang troops who were responsible for escorting grain and grass hurriedly picked up their crossbows and aimed at the direction of the Baishui River.

The leader of this Xiongnu army across the river was a Xiongnu general wearing a tiger's skin.

The Hun general's face was slightly dark, and his burly body was like a small mountain, and he stood on the bank of the river steadily, and even the tall Hun horse under his crotch seemed to be about to be bent by him.

The Xiongnu general who was ordered to attack the grain and grass of the Luoyang army was Gu Abi, the first fierce general under his command. When this person was in the Huns, he had the name of a warrior, and the Xiongnu army was broken by Zhao Yun earlier, and it was this person who protected the Hun to be humiliated, so that the Hun was not captured by the Luoyang army.

Standing on the north bank of the Baishui River, Gu Abi watched the Hun cavalry cross the river, and looked back from time to time, for fear that a team of Luoyang troops would suddenly come out behind him.

One by one, the Huns jumped down the Baishui River on war horses, and the bodies of the war horses smashed on the riverbed, stirring up clusters of snow-white waves.

This place is only one or two miles away from the place where Zhao Yun broke through the Hun army that day, thinking of the scene of being defeated by the Luoyang army that day, the Huns who crossed the river will faintly feel uneasy in their hearts.

The river flows slowly, the cool river water flows past the Huns who jumped into the riverbed, almost every Hun who has jumped into the river, will turn their heads and look around when they advance, for fear that before they reach the opposite side of the riverbank, there will be Luoyang army from the side to kill.

"Two hundred people, come with General Ben to stop the Huns!" Seeing more Huns jumping into the river on the opposite side of the river bank in the distance, Han Xian knew that if he waited for the Huns to come ashore and wanted to stop him at that time, he would probably have a lot more difficulties, with the current strength, he could only temporarily block the Huns from attacking, so that the grain and grass could cross the river as soon as possible, so he hurriedly shouted to the Luoyang army who escorted the grain and grass with him: "The rest of the people, escort the grain and grass, and cross the river by a detour!" ”

As soon as the shouting fell, Han Xian carried a big knife and rushed towards the Baishui River a hundred paces away.

As soon as his war horse rushed out, two hundred nearby Luoyang soldiers followed closely behind him with their legs between their horses' bellies and crossbows. 、

The one who assisted Han Xian in escorting the grain and grass was a general of the Luoyang Army, and when Han Xian shouted that he would take 200 people to stop the Xiongnu, the general wanted to dissuade Han Xian and let him go.

But before he could speak, Han Xian had already taken the lead.

In desperation, the general had to look at the backs of Han Xian and the two hundred Luoyang troops, and shouted to the remaining Luoyang troops: "Escort the grain and grass, and cross the river in a roundabout way!" ”

The Luoyang army that left behind to escort the grain and grass, although there were many people who hoped to rush out of the city with Han Xian to kill the enemy, but they knew in their hearts that the grain and grass were very important to the army, and the reason why Han Xian would rather charge with his life and let them go first was to transfer the grain and grass as soon as possible.

led two hundred Luoyang troops and rode towards the Baishui River, which was a hundred paces away.

After rushing to a place only forty or fifty steps away from the Baishui River, Han Xian raised the big sword in his hand and shouted to the two hundred Luoyang troops who were charging with him: "Release the arrow!" ”

The Baishui River is not wide, and the Huns are early Han Xian and others to go down the river one step, and when Han Xian led two hundred heavy cavalry to rush forward, some of the Huns have gone up to the riverbank.

Seeing that Han Xian led people to kill him, the Huns on the bank of the river did not delay at all, shouted in unison, and rushed over with Han Xian and the others.

The two hundred heavy cavalry of the Luoyang Army who followed behind Han Xian charged and pulled the reeds of the crossbow arrows in their hands.

With the sound of the spring flicking, one arrow after another flew towards the Huns.

The arrows whistled in the strong wind and flew towards the Huns, who were holding the round shield in front of them and galloping on their horses.

One by one, the arrows hit the round shield of the Huns, and with the sound of "crackling", the arrows that hit the round shield broke and fell to the ground.

There were also a few arrows that did not hit the Huns' round shields, but directly hit the Huns or their horses.

Among the charging Huns, a stout man was desperately holding the belly of the horse, urging the war horse to charge, and an arrow flew towards him from the side.

Sensing something flying from the side, the Hun subconsciously raised the round shield to block, but just as the round shield in his hand was moved to the side, another arrow shot at his head from the front.

Barely reacting to what was happening, the Hun only felt a sudden pain in his head, and then his eyes suddenly turned black, and the whole person broke away from the horse's back, flew backwards two or three paces, and then fell on the dusty ground.

The Huns fell from their horses, and the war horse that had been carrying him only felt a sharp relief on his back, and his four hooves also moved wider, rushing forward like a bolt of lightning.

Not far from this Hun man, the round shield in the hand of another Hun soldier had just blocked two or three arrows that were being fired at him, when suddenly he felt the two front hooves of his mount under his crotch go limp.

The front hooves of the mount softened, and the Hun had a bad heart, and was about to jump off the horse, but his movements were already a little slower.

The warhorse that was shot through the head by the arrow, as soon as its front hooves went soft, its huge body tossed forward several times in the air.

The Hun on horseback, his butt barely an inch from the saddle, was smashed out of the tumbling war horse like a baseball.

The body flipped a few times in mid-air, and the Hun screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, it was a coincidence when he fell, and his head did not hit the ground first, but his butt fell to the ground first.

His buttocks slammed into the hard ground, and the Hun only felt the pain that his sitting bones were about to be shattered.

He subconsciously leaned back, and with the help of his body's backwards, he relieved some of the impact of falling to the ground.

Just as he stabilized his body, endured the sharp pain in his hips, and wanted to roll over and get up, a neighing of a war horse sounded in his ears.

With the neighing of the war horse, the two huge hooves of the horse were getting bigger and bigger in the sight of the Huns.

With his frightened eyes rounded, the Huns watched as the horse's hooves stepped towards his head.

Before he could utter a terrible howl, the horse's hooves crushed his head, crushing his great head like a fish's bubble.

"Kill!" There are more and more Huns on the bank of the river, but whenever they cross the Baishui River, the Huns will immediately ride their horses towards Han Xian and others, seeing that they are getting closer and closer to the Huns in front, it is already less than ten steps, Han Xian pointed his big knife forward, and let out an angry roar.

"Kill!" Before Han Xian's shout fell, the two hundred Luoyang troops who charged with him put their crossbows on their backs, drew out the Pu knife next to the horse, lifted the round shield necessary for melee fighting, and roared and rushed towards the Huns.

The war horses that rushed to the front of the two sides collided heavily, and the powerful impact force even the sturdy war horses could not withstand it.

With the loud roar of the horses and shields colliding, many of the horses fell down with a wail after colliding with the opposing horse.

As soon as the men and horses in front fell, the men behind rushed up, and the cavalrymen of both sides who did not fall after the collision grabbed the reins, waved the blades in their hands, and slashed at the opponent's head.

Holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, Han Xian stared his eyes like copper bells, and kept roaring angrily, while slashing the big knife in his hand like a wind leaf towards the nearby Huns.

A puff of blood shot up, but in the blink of an eye, five or six Huns were cut by Han Xian's belly and fell off their horses.

The Luoyang army that collided with the Huns was small in number, but they were relatively concentrated when they charged, and the war horses were equipped with saddles, and the first wave of collisions, the Luoyang army was only scratched, and the Huns were knocked off their horses.

Wielding the Pu knife in their hands, the two hundred Luoyang soldiers were like Shura rushing out of hell, constantly using the cold and shining blades in their hands to harvest the lives of the Huns.

The Huns, who had the advantage in numbers, were by no means comparable to the previous two defeats.

Knowing that the number was superior, and it was a sudden attack, the Huns' fear of the Luoyang army had already been overcome, and they also let out bursts of shouts, waved their weapons fiercely, and tried their best to fight with the Luoyang army.

One by one, the Huns were slashed by the Luoyang army's Pu knife, turned over and fell off their horses; One by one, the Luoyang army, under the siege of the superior number of Huns, was pierced through the body by the Huns' blades, and rested forever on the shore of this white water.