Yang Bai didn't even see Zhao Yun's move, and Xu Yuan was knocked off his horse. Although he was just an ordinary captain, he was not so vulnerable.
Suddenly thinking of the hidden weapons of the Qiang and Yi people, Yang Bai shouted: "Zhao Yun, how dare you use hidden weapons to hurt people, you are despicable!"
Zhao Yun said in a cold voice: "Who are you? Let me tell you your name first. A nameless ghost will not be killed by a certain gun!"
"I am Yang Bai, the general of Hanzhong!"
Zhao Yun said calmly: "Let you rest for an hour. If you don't surrender early, don't blame me for being ruthless with my gun!"
"Just wait, I will avenge Xu Yuan!" Yang Bai was shocked and doubtful, and retreated to the stronghold, ordering his soldiers to strictly defend themselves.
Shen Dan said: "This man is obviously timid. Why doesn't the general take advantage of the situation and charge into the camp?"
Zhao Yun said: "We traveled through mountains and rivers and came quickly. Our troops and horses are tired. The enemy has been guarding here for a long time, waiting for work. We cannot attack by force. We should rest first before fighting again."
Shen Dan looked back and saw that all the soldiers were sweating profusely and had chapped lips. Sure enough, their morale was low. He immediately ordered Shen Yi to lead a thousand troops to guard the intersection, while the rest of the soldiers retreated to the shade to get water and rest.
Zhao Yun rode his horse to a hillside, where he could have a panoramic view of the enemy camp. He dismounted, took off his bridle and saddle, let him eat grass and drink water, and sat alone in the shade of a tree to take a nap.
Shen Dan brought a water bag, and when he saw this, he said worriedly: "General, you are so relaxed. What should you do if the enemy suddenly arrives?"
Without raising his head, Zhao Yun ordered: "Ask the soldiers to prepare enough arrows in the forest. If Yang Bo dares to leave the camp, he will be killed!"
Yang Bai returned to his tent and was worried about how to deal with Zhao Yun. Suddenly a sentinel came to report that the Jingzhou army retreated to rest under the shade of a tree. Their formation was scattered and their morale was low.
"Seriously?" Yang Bai regained his energy, quietly walked out of the back camp, came to an archery tower, put up a pergola to look at it, and couldn't help laughing and said: "Could it be that the real god appeared and helped me succeed?"
Jingzhou soldiers were seen in twos and threes, hiding in the woods eating, drinking and resting. Zhao Yun was sleeping alone on a low slope, leaning against a big tree. The war horses had already run to the stream down the slope, and the reins and bridles had been removed.
"Humph, it turns out he doesn't know how to use soldiers!" Seeing that Zhao Yun was so relaxed before the war was over, Yang Bai said with a cold smile: "What's the use of just relying on the bravery of an ordinary man? I will teach you a lesson today."
After getting down from the archery tower, he secretly summoned the generals of each battalion and ordered them to assemble their troops quietly without beating drums and gongs. He also asked the soldiers to dress neatly in the tents, and after a quarter of an hour, they rushed out in three directions.
Each camp went to prepare. Yang Bai drank a large bowl of mountain spring water and suddenly felt energetic. He was neatly dressed, and after arriving at the tent with a big sword, he mounted his horse.
Seeing that the time was coming, the defenders quietly opened the camp door. As expected, the Jingzhou army in the distance did not notice. Yang Bai rode out on horseback, and the Hanzhong soldiers rushed out in three directions like a tide.
In an instant, the sound of killing at the foot of Black Tiger Mountain was loud. Yang Bai urged his horse to go straight to Shen Yi who was guarding the intersection. This man was a defeated general and was not to be feared at all.
Shen Yi was shocked and shouted to defend the enemy. Shen Dan threw away the dry food and immediately ordered the drums to be beaten. The Jingzhou soldiers were in the mountains and forests, taking out their bows and arrows to prepare.
Zhao Yun was on the hillside and had already seen the enemy's movements. He only waited for Yang Bai to leave the camp before he suddenly stood up, licked his lips and blew a whistle. The white horse at the foot of the mountain heard its head raised and neighed, and galloped up the mountain.
Zhao Yun did not assemble a war horse, he just picked up the bright silver spear, held down the horse's back, turned over dexterously, got on the mount, lightly knocked on the horse's belly, and rushed down the mountain.
Yang Bai led his troops to the front, but Shen Yi couldn't resist. He led his troops to retreat into the hillside. Hanzhong soldiers came in after them. Arrows shot out in the woods, causing numerous casualties.
Yang Bai was directing his soldiers to charge, when he suddenly saw a white shadow approaching from the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw that it was Zhao Yun coming from the mountain, as fast as lightning, and his heart suddenly trembled.
At this time, the soldiers were charging forward. It was too late to form a formation, so they hurriedly called for the soldiers around them to defend.
A wave of messy arrows came. Zhao Yun sat on the horse without a silk rein, but it was as steady as a rock. The bright silver gun danced and swung it away. The white dragon horse neighed and jumped down from the halfway slope.
Seeing this man and his horse descending from the sky like a magic weapon, the Hanzhong soldiers were in an uproar. It was too late to fire arrows and they all fled around.
"Ah - don't come over -"
Yang Bai was completely frightened by Zhao Yun's momentum. He was so frightened that he screamed loudly, hit his horse and fled in the opposite direction.
Boom——
The mount fell to the ground with all four hooves, splashing up a cloud of dust, and the bright silver spear swept across, causing a large number of Hanzhong soldiers to fall.
"Yang Baixiu, let's go!" Zhao Yun patted the horse's neck, and the white dragon horse also found its target and pursued the cloaked general.
I saw a white shadow walking through the chaotic army. Wherever it passed, people fell on their backs and screamed. There was no enemy at all.
Although Yang Bai's mount is not bad, it is far inferior to Zhao Yun's BMW. This horse was a gift from the master when he came down from the mountain. It comes from the depths of the desert and is said to be a descendant of the Pegasus.
This horse is as pure white as snow, with not a single hair on its body. It is more than one foot long and eight feet high. It can run thousands of miles in a day. The horse seller called it Bailongju, and the master named it Sailongque.
The four hooves galloped, like a swimming dragon, stretched and fast, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with Yang Bai in the chaos.
Yang Bai was riding wildly on his horse when he heard the screams getting closer and closer behind him. When he turned around, Zhao Yun had already galloped in front of him, stabbing at him with a bright silver gun wrapped in the sound of breaking wind.
Inexplicable fear surged into his heart. Yang Bai felt as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. His whole body was stiff. As the cold wind approached, he was unable to move, unable to resist at all.
"I'm Yang..." Yang Bai shouted, subconsciously raising his sword, trying to reveal his identity, but it was too late.
Pfft——
With a crisp sound, he clearly heard the sound of the spear tip piercing the armor and penetrating into the flesh and blood. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Zhao Yun's men and horses were still running wildly, and they picked Yang Bai up in the air and shouted: "The one who surrenders will not be killed!"
A stream of blood was sprinkled on everyone's heads. The Hanzhong soldiers who had been killed by Zhao Yun were frightened and ran away. At this time, when Yang Bai was killed, they all knelt down and surrendered.
At this time, Zhao Yun's soldiers have also arrived, followed closely by three hundred white horse soldiers. Some of them are the old troops and descendants of the white horse Yi Cong. They have superb riding skills and a neat lineup.
All of the Baima Yi Cong were capable of riding and shooting. They formed a formation, with the soldiers on the outside wielding swords to kill the enemy, and the cavalry inside bending their bows and arrows. Now following Zhao Yun, they are even more powerful than Gongsun Zan, and they are simply invincible.
In front, Zhao Yun cut through the thorns and opened a gap. The cavalry in the rear just wielded their swords to kill the enemy. The cavalry in the middle used their bows to kill the generals and archers in the distance.
At this moment, everyone seemed to have returned to the situation when they were galloping outside the Great Wall, chasing the barbarians. Everyone was excited, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rushing straight towards the enemy camp.
The Hanzhong soldiers had already panicked. In addition, the general was killed and they had no one to lead them. They scattered and fled after a little resistance. Some of them knelt down and surrendered from a distance to avoid being shot by random arrows.
Shen Dan and Shen Yicai organized soldiers to counterattack. Suddenly, they saw the Hanzhong soldiers disperse in a rush. When they chased them, they saw Zhao Yun single-handedly rushing into the camp carrying Yang Bai's body. Wherever he passed, the enemy troops were like straw blown by the wind. They all fell to their knees.
The two of them had experienced Yang Bai's skills. They looked at each other and said in shock: "Changshan Zhao Zilong is so terrifying!"
