The autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are falling. The mountains and rivers of the wilderness with golden costumes return to their true colors, everything is silent, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Shanggu County, outside the west gate of Quang Ninh City.

Yesterday there was a rain, and the potholed official road was full of large and small puddles, and the road was muddy and very difficult to walk. However, with a group of Wuhuan light horsemen rushing into the city gate, less than half an hour before and after, the people in the city rushed out, rushed out of the west gate, and rushed for their lives. Thousands of civilians ran desperately as they could, shouting in panic, looking back from time to time, as if fearing that the Wuhuan cavalry would catch up.

The puddles of water were trampled on by everyone, and the mud splashed everywhere, splashing on the body, on the face, on the hair, and down the cheeks and into the neck, cold and piercing. However, people who are busy running for their lives don't care about this, they are not afraid of being dirty, they are not afraid of being tired, they are not afraid of being cold, they are not afraid of falling in the mud and making people laugh, they are only afraid of being chased by Wuhuan thieves and cutting off their heads and losing their lives.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The road was narrow and muddy, and thousands of people ran out of the city, crowded, and from time to time in the panic someone fell, smashing mud everywhere, and struggling for a long time to get up. And often after a person slips, he will immediately trip over a group of people, and then be trampled on by the person behind him and continue to escape. As a result, anyone who falls to the ground means that he has completely lost the opportunity to escape, and he will not die or even be injured if he falls, but after being stepped on by hundreds of people, even if he does not die on the spot, he will become crippled, and he will never be able to run away again.

This kind of hasty escape occurs from time to time on the boundaries of Kamitan-gun. For three years, Upper Valley County has become a pasture for the barbarian cavalry to hunt in autumn. The Han Chinese who lived in the cities were like hunting lambs in their eyes, robbing them of food and possessions and abducting young women. Then there's free hunting time. Bows, crossbows, scimitars, light horses, galloping and shouting, while wielding scimitars to harvest heads. The scene of blood splashing and heads flying is their most satisfying pleasure.

In their opinion, enjoying the pleasure of killing is what a strong man should be. The weak are like mustard, and they should be slaughtered. The law of the jungle is the way of heaven, and the way of survival is like this. They never thought there was anything wrong with that. They treated the Han as they did with their own people; When they lose their ability to fight, the same fate is true. They have been like this for hundreds of years. Generations. Until the tribe was annexed or slaughtered by other tribes and completely wiped out.

Perhaps because of this, their tribes generally do not survive for too long, and it is rare to survive for hundreds of years. Many tribes were soon annexed by large tribes, looted, and then set on fire. This kind of thing happens almost every day, day after day, year after year. Disappear and reappear, reappear and disappear again. The cycle goes on and on, and there is no end in sight??????

Quang Ninh City originally had defenders, but unfortunately they were killed one after another in the battle of defending the city half a month ago, and less than a hundred defenders survived. Yesterday it had just rained, the road was slippery, and the defenders thought that there would be no Wuhuan people to attack the city today, but as soon as they opened the city gate, more than 300 Wuhuan cavalry roared to the city, attacked the city gate with lightning speed, and then entered the city without hindrance.

In this way, a city falls, and even if it is not occupied by the Wuhuan people, it will become a dead city, a city of ghosts and ghosts. Half a year later, the city will be in ruins, and then dust will return to dust, dust to dust, and disappear into dust.

"Ahhh The terrible screams were endless. With the Wuhuan cavalry returning from the city, the hunt officially began, and with the scimitar swept up, one by one the fresh lives drifted away in the bright red blood mist. In a few moments, the originally congested road began to become thin, and many elderly people and children fell in pools of blood, blood and mud fused together, staining the muddy mud red.

The corpses re-paved the potholed road, which was still uneven and undulating, blocking the road of the Wuhuan cavalry, forcing them to be unable to ride their horses and gallop, so they could only turn over and dismount and lead the horses to move forward slowly. It was the obstruction of these hundreds of corpses that won the opportunity for the more than 300 young men who ran at the forefront, and as long as they grasped this precious time, they had the hope of survival.

"Ahh Grandpa, father, mother??????" On the muddy road five miles away from the West Gate, more than 300 young men turned back one step at a time, crying out to their relatives, but there was no response. At this time, the Wuhuan cavalry was less than a mile away from them, and it only took a horse charge to catch up with them, and then cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, completely exterminating this group of "grass mustard" who tried to escape.

Maybe this group of people was unlucky, but in fact, there were still some people in the city who survived. Because the Wuhuan cavalry was limited in number, it would take at least two or three days to slaughter the city with a force of more than 300 people, so as long as they were robbing property, killing people was just piggybacking. I didn't think that more than a thousand people had fled from the West Gate, but they had run so slowly that they had blocked their way out, so a massacre naturally took place.

slaughtered nearly a thousand helpless civilians in one go, and these Wuhuan cavalry had already killed the red eye. And the more than 300 young people in front of them are the more difficult prey in their eyes, and only by hunting such prey will they have a greater sense of accomplishment and excitement.

The sound of horses' hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, and the tears on the faces of more than 300 young men had not dried, but they were so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat at this moment. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down one after another, blending with the tears in the corners of his eyes, flowing down his sideburns, soaking the collar and slowly spreading on his chest, leaving a mark of tears and sweat.

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"Click!"

The rumbling sound of horses coming from far and near, shaking the earth slightly, shaking the puddles on the road rippled.

"Ahh It's over, we can't escape??????" The moment they heard the rumbling of such a huge horse, more than 300 young men were completely desperate, and stood there motionless. They didn't run anymore, completely gave up the last chance to escape, there were Wuhuan cavalry in front and back, stretching out their heads and shrinking their heads was also a knife, instead of desperately escaping, it was better to stand here and wait for death.

Yes, when they heard the sound of horses stepping in front of them, they didn't think about it, and they knew that the cavalry coming on the way must be Wuhuan people, or Xianbei people, anyway, it could never be Han cavalry.

It's been three years, and Shanggu County hasn't heard such a big movement of Han cavalry for three whole years. In the past three years, except for sending people to collect taxes and grain, not a single soldier has been sent, and even the defenders at the head of the city have been formed spontaneously by the people. Originally, there were a lot of people, more than 500 people, but they couldn't withstand the siege and harassment of the Wuhuan people for three days and two ends, and the defenders were shot dead every day.

"Why are you standing in the way of my army? Get out of the way quickly, don't die, the Wuhuan thieves are waiting behind you! ”

As a fast horse swept away, it was followed by tens of thousands of war horses, and the young men who stood in place waiting for death were dumbfounded. One by one, they looked confused, their eyes were round, and they looked straight at the war horses in front of them like black clouds crushing the city, standing motionless in the middle of the road. It wasn't until the white horse general who took the lead reprimanded him that the young men suddenly came back to their senses, and a man in his thirties standing in front of the white horse general looked sluggish and lost his voice: "The divine soldier descends from the sky?????? Is this the Han Army? White horse cavalry? ”

Looking at the group of young and strong farmers with sluggish expressions in front of him, General Baima frowned slightly, and then he noticed that these people were all covered with blood, and then saw that two hundred steps behind them was a group of Wuhuan cavalry riding horses, and they were still wielding bloody short-handled scimitars in their hands. In an instant, he understood everything, his brows relaxed, and he said in a harmonious voice: "I am Changshan Zhaoyun Zhao Zilong, under the command of the general, not under the general of Gongsun Zhan." Let's get out of the way, wait for someone to kill these Wuhuan barbarians, and then talk to you in detail! ”

"General?" The middle-aged man looked confused, but he came to his senses completely, knowing that the cavalry in front of him was the Han army. Immediately, he hurriedly beckoned everyone behind him to retreat to the puddle on the side of the road, to make way for General Zhao Yun and the Han cavalry, and let them go over and kill these Wuhuan beasts alive.

"All the soldiers obeyed the order, all of them were killed, and no one was left alive! Kill! ”

With Zhao Yun's order, the five hundred personal soldiers who followed behind him rode their horses and charged, and instantly fought with the Wuhuan cavalry. Maybe it's really murderous, more than 300 Wuhuan cavalry are the same as the young people in Guangning City, obviously seeing the cavalry on the opposite side wearing Han army armor and waving Han battle flags, but they don't believe what they see in front of them at all, and they stubbornly beat their horses to catch up.

Outcome?????? was charged by Zhao Yun's personal soldiers, and his hand fell with a knife and cut off his head. Just as they had wantonly slashed and slaughtered the people before, in the face of the 500 cavalry, the Wuhuan cavalry was beheaded and fell to their deaths before they could wake up from their horror.

Zhao Yun didn't take action in person, just more than 300 stragglers, there was no need for him to go out in person, let alone send out a large army, his five hundred personal soldiers were enough to kill them all. Taking advantage of the attack of his own soldiers, Zhao Yun calmly asked the middle-aged man about the situation, and with the man crying with tears, Zhao Yun was filled with righteous indignation and anger. When he was furious and ready to order his own soldiers to kill these inhuman beasts, he found that the Wuhuan cavalry had been killed, and there was not a single one alive.

?????? At noon, with the help of 3,000 soldiers, all the more than 800 people killed by the Wuhuan thieves were buried and buried, and all the looted property was returned to the surviving people.

Immediately, Zhao Yun's unequaled iron cavalry was stationed in Guangning City, and a large number of scouts were dispatched to inquire about information in Shanggu County. Zhao Yun is the vanguard general of the Western Liang Army's eastward expedition to Youzhou, and the unparalleled iron cavalry under his account is the vanguard of the former army that opens the road and meets the water and builds bridges in the mountains.

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