The halberd drew two silver rays and pierced towards the front door of the two Hun generals.

The previous Hun general, because the distance was too close, when he found that the halberd pierced the door in front of him, he wanted to dodge sideways, but it was too late, his head was only deflected, and a halberd pierced his forehead with a "poof".

The sharp halberd pierced into the forehead of the Hun general, and the Hun general's body was shocked, and a big blood hole was poked out of his head by the halberd.

When Tai Shici pulled out the halberd, blood gushed from the head of the Xiongnu general, his body was crooked, and he fell off the horse.

The other Hun general was far away, and when the halberd pierced him in the head, he turned his body away, avoiding the halberd that stabbed at him.

The blade of the halberd brushed against the Hun general's cheek, and with a soft "snort", a long blood mark was drawn on his cheek.

The halberd slashed across the Hun general's cheek, and the Hun general only felt a hot pain on his face, and a stream of blood gushed out from the wound on his face, sliding down his cheek and onto his neck.

At the moment when he wanted to straighten up and launch a counterattack against Tai Shi Ci, Tai Shi Ci bent his arm, hooked his neck with the crook of his arm, and hugged him in the crook of his arm.

Being hugged by Tai Shi Ci's neck, the Hun general didn't even react to what was happening, and the war horse under his crotch was frightened, and rushed straight forward with a long neigh, but he was hugged by Tai Shi Ci.

Holding the Hun general, Tai Shici thrust the halberd in his other hand behind his back, took out one free hand, and put a pocket on the Hun general's thigh, turning him head down.

"Die!" With Tai Shi Ci's loud shout, the Hun general only felt that the whole person was in a kind of acceleration to the ground, and he didn't even understand what Tai Shi Ci had done to him, and his head hit the hard ground.

The head hit the ground, making a muffled sound of "pop", and the head of the Hun general, like a broken watermelon, suddenly shot out of a red and white slurry, splashing Tai Shi Ci's crotch and all four hooves of the mount.

In the blink of an eye, Tai Shici killed two Hun generals, and the Huns who saw this scene nearby never thought that their generals would be so vulnerable, they were already in chaos, and this time it was more and more chaotic.

Killing among the Huns, the cavalry of the Luoyang Army brandished the Pu knife and constantly slashed at the Huns who stood in front of them.

A small number of Huns raised weapons to counterattack, but they were quickly annihilated in the torrent of war horses of the Luoyang army.

After the two Xiongnu generals were overturned by Tai Shici, more Huns did not think of turning back to fight the Luoyang army, but of jumping into the river and escaping back to the north of the riverbank.

There are also Huns on the north bank who are riding horses and jumping into the water, and the Huns who fled on the south bank also rolled down the riverbed with people and horses, which was originally crowded with the riverbed of the Huns.

The Huns who landed on the south bank fell in pieces under the chopping of the Luoyang army, and those who did not fall were also forced into the river.

The Huns crowded on the riverbed were in a mess, many people shouted, rode war horses, and looked around, all of them were crowded and crowded, and they didn't know which direction to run.

Leading the Luoyang army and forcing the Huns into the riverbed, Zhao Yun danced his spear and was the first to enter the river.

Several Huns who were busy trying to evacuate were caught up by Zhao Yun, who picked up his gun and dropped it one by one, knocking them off their horses.

The corpses of the Huns fell into the water, and from the pierced wounds, clumps of blood poured out.

The blood is surging in the river, like a flower blooming in the blue waves, but its delicacy does not bring beauty, but the loss of a life.

More Luoyang troops followed Zhao Yun to kill the river, chopping the Huns in the river.

Some Huns tried to resist, but the scattered resistance was so fragile and vulnerable to the Luoyang army advancing into the river in groups.

Thousands of Luoyang troops chased down the riverbed, and there were five or six thousand Luoyang cavalry on the bank of the river to stop the war horses, and they all inserted the Pu knife into the knife bag on the side of the war horse, took off the strong crossbow from the back, set up arrows on the strong crossbow, and aimed at the riverbed crowded with the Huns.

"Shoot the arrows!" The halberd was stained with the blood of the Huns, and Zhang Liao stood on the side of thousands of cavalrymen with strong crossbows, first raising his free arm high, and then pressing down on Lu and shouting.

With Zhang Liao's order, thousands of heavy cavalry of the Luoyang Army pulled the reed of the strong crossbow in their hands.

The machine springs and crossbow strings sounded softly, and countless arrows flew towards the Huns who were fluttering on the water with the sound of the wind.

In the face of the arrows flying from the river bank, many Huns were shot by the arrows and fell into the river before they could even raise their shields to block.

A corpse of the Huns floated down the river to the lower reaches of the river, and under the attack of the arrows and knives of the Luoyang army, the blood splashed by countless Huns bleached the riverbed red.

The Luoyang army on the bank of the river continued to fire crossbow arrows at the Huns in the river, and the Luoyang army that rushed down the riverbed pushed the Huns towards the opposite side of the river bank step by step.

Countless corpses floated up on the riverbed, down the river, at first there were not many corpses, the river still flowed as smoothly as in the past, but it carried a floating corpse.

As the Luoyang army accelerated the progress of slashing and shooting, there were more and more corpses of people and horses on the riverbed, and the flow of the river was even somewhat blocked by patches of corpses.

The thousands of Luoyang soldiers who followed Zhao Yun into the riverbed were as excited as if they had been beaten. With red faces and eyes red from their thirst for killing, they split apart the bodies or heads of the Huns without mercy.

At the forefront were Lu Yong and others who joined the Luoyang Army in Baishuizhai.

Lu Yong rode a brown-haired war horse, holding an iron-striking sledgehammer in both hands, and danced the sledgehammer into the wind.

The heavy sledgehammer smashed on the heads of the Huns, and one by one the Huns were smashed and their brains burst and died on the spot. Due to the fact that he had killed too many people, the head of the sledgehammer wielded by Lu Yong was already stained with red blood and white brains.

Thinking of the various evil deeds done by the Huns to the villagers in Baishuizhai that day, when Lu Yong wielded the sledgehammer, not only did he not have any pity for the Huns in his heart, but the more he killed, the more he rose, and the more he killed, the more he felt refreshed.

On the bank of the river, the Luoyang army, who fired arrows into the river, felt more and more that they were more and more restrained from firing crossbow arrows than refreshing.

In the riverbed, a large number of Huns fell, and the Luoyang army led by Zhao Yun had already killed the position near the opposite riverbank, and they were about to kill on the shore.

The Huns in the riverbed continued to retreat towards the shore, and their retreat broke up the Hun formation that was waiting on the bank of the river.

The arrows gradually could not ensure that they could shoot the Xiongnu without hurting their own people, and the Luoyang army on the south side of the river bank put away their crossbows one after another, pulled out their swords one by one, turned their faces to Zhang Liao, and cast a fiery and murderous gaze at Zhang Liao.

Lifting the halberd in his hand, Zhang Liao frowned slightly, raised the halberd high, and shouted to the thousands of Luoyang soldiers who had just fired arrows: "Kill!" ”

With Zhang Liao's roar, thousands of Luoyang soldiers held their horses' bellies between their legs, brandished the Pu knives in their hands, and roared and rode their horses towards the opposite side of the riverbank.

The red robes on the officers and soldiers of the Luoyang Army were like a cluster of jumping flames, condensing in one place, forming a blazing fire, which rolled towards the Huns on the other side of the river.

"Who went to capture Zhao Yun?" In the large array of the Huns, Qubei held a long knife in his hand, and saw a young Han army general riding a white horse and wearing silver armor and white robes crisscrossing the Hun army, raising his knife and shouting to several Hun generals behind him.

"I'll go!" As soon as the shout of humility fell, a Hun general with a big axe responded angrily, carried an axe out of the ranks, and rushed towards Zhao Yun on horseback.

Killing among the Huns, the spear in Zhao Yun's hand danced like a fan leaf, and streams of blood shot up with the dance of his spear.

Every time a puddle of blood was splashed, a Hun would scream and fall off his horse.

The heavy cavalry of the Luoyang Army, who had just rushed across the riverbank, were damp one by one, and their clothes and armor were still dripping with water droplets, but they did not slow down their chopping movements because of the unpleasantness brought by the dampness of their clothes.

The Huns on the bank of the river were scattered by the fleeing Huns, and they were also a little chaotic for a while.

Although the formation was a little chaotic, they did not flee like the Huns who had crossed the river and had jumped into the riverbed, but under the leadership of several Hun generals, they launched a counterattack against the Luoyang army.

The Hun general, who was carrying a big axe, rushed to Zhao Yun's approach, held the long axe handle in both hands, raised the big axe high above his head, let out a loud shout, and slashed the head of the big axe towards Zhao Yun.

Hearing the sound of the wind on the side, Zhao Yun knew that there was a heavy weapon slashing at him.

He didn't look back, just let out a loud shout, held the gun in one hand, and slammed it to the side.

The spear was like a silver lightning, and a "poof" pierced the heart of the Hun general who raised the axe high.

The Hun general, who was holding a big axe in both hands and slashing at Zhao Yun's head, only felt a sudden pain in his heart, his body was stunned for a moment, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Zhao Yun who didn't even glance at him with a face full of disbelief, and the big axe in his hand slowly loosened and fell to the ground.

A shot pierced the heart of the Hun general, Zhao Yun suddenly pulled out the spear, after the Hun general turned over and fell off the war horse, he held the gun in one hand, the tip of the gun pointed down, and stabbed into the body of the Hun general lying on the ground.

Maybe he didn't completely die when he dropped the war horse, when Zhao Yun's spear pierced into the body of the Hun general, the Hun general's body twitched twice, and then he kicked his legs and completely calmed down.

"Kill!" The Luoyang army, which was the first to rush across the riverbank, fought with the Hun army, and the follow-up led by Zhang Liao also rushed to the riverbank.