Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

"Kill the slave!"

Seeing that the loss was so small, the Youzhou Soldiers were very motivated, grabbed Ma Jian in their hands, and rushed forward fiercely. The horses in their hands are full of power, as the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, they stabbed out far away, and the Wuhuan people suddenly fell to the ground.

"Damn, these Han people have great riding skills!"

"They seem to be Gongsun Zan's subordinates."

"Hundred households, Han slaves are great, or let's withdraw first?"

One face came down, and the Wuhuan Hundreds Team was already nearly half dead or injured. This group of originally very arrogant Wuhuans was now terrified, looking at the opposite Youzhou soldiers with some fear.

The Centurion touched his shoulders in shock, and said loudly: "Retreat, join up with a few other hundred teams and come and clean up these **** Han slaves!"

Wuhuan soldiers had long retired, and they were relieved when they heard the centurion's order. Then they turned around and gathered together. Even the Han people, cattle and sheep who had been taken by captives were gone, they went straight away. , It seems to be avoided.

"Chasing!" Gongsun continued to chase with a double-headed iron spear, but was stopped by Zhao Yun.

"Boyan, stop."

Zhao Yun calmly said: "Don't chase the poor, this group of Wuhuan people have one man and two horses, and they ran away quickly and it was difficult to catch up."

"Moreover, there are so many people here to take care of, forget it." Zhao Yun turned around and said.

"It's a pity." Gongsun continued to snorted and took the reins.

Zhao Yun rode his horse and walked to the side of the Han people, jumped off his horse, and arched his hands, saying, "Under the command of General Baima, Zhao Yun, please rest assured, the people, with me waiting, Hudell will surely wait for you."

"Master Wang!"

"Thank you General, thank you General."

"So, can I go home when I wait?"

Many people were all happy, cheering, tears filled with excitement, and thanked the hundreds of soldiers from Youzhou.

Although slightly injured, Youzhou Soldier was also very happy. Looking at the grateful faces of these people, there seemed to be a rush of heat in my heart, and felt that everything was worth it. This warm feeling is really rare.

"The little general, cough cough cough..."

Just now, the weak middle-aged man stood up with the help of the boy and coughed a few times.

"Uncle, please say something." Zhao Yun walked over, gently supported the middle-aged man, and said warmly.

"Little general, you should be careful." The middle-aged man said weakly, "These Wuhuan people come in groups. There are thousands of people in Shanggu County, and hundreds of people are running rampant. The Wuhuan people did not retreat, but went to find another team of hundred people..."

"Thousands of people?" Gongsun Xu frowned and said to Zhao Yun: "Zilong, you know that you have always been brave, but I can't wait for a hundred people. Today, I have damaged a few brothers. If it is the number of the Wuhuan Centurion convened A hundred people come, what shall I do if I wait?"

The Youzhou Soldier, who had just won more than a hundred, heard these words and his expression was somewhat frozen.

How many people? There are only a hundred people, how can they beat thousands?

"It's okay." Zhao Yun calmly analyzed: "Shanggu County has a vast area, and thousands of people must be spread out like a fishnet. This Wuhuan is at most entangled with a few hundred teams nearby. As long as they plan properly, they may not be unable to win. "

"The plan is right?" Gongsun Xu said dissatisfied: "Even if the plan is right, we brothers will probably suffer heavy casualties. How can we accomplish the great cause by then."

Because of his father's death, Gongsun Xu was full of hatred towards Yuan Shao, and always wanted to regroup and retake Youzhou, so he had been committed to recruiting troops and was naturally dissatisfied with Zhao Yun's consumption of military power.

"Bo Yan." Zhao Yun turned around, pulled Gongsun Xu aside, and said in a deep voice, "Do you mean that I will avoid the Wuhuan people and leave these people alone?"

"How about it?" Gongsun continued in a low voice: "For the sake of these old, weak, sick and disabled, is it possible to abandon these more than a hundred athletes?"

"Bo Yan, how can you say that?" Zhao Yun looked sullen: "I will be the soldier of Youzhou. I should inherit the legacy of General Baima. How can I get rid of the talents of Wuhuan?"

"Besides, if I want to get back to Youzhou, I absolutely cannot do without the support of the people." Zhao Yunzheng said: "If I abandon these people today, how can I get the support of the people of Youzhou in the future? If there is no support from the people, How can our army regain Youzhou?"

Gongsun continued sighed, "Okay, okay, let's listen to you, but how will this battle be fought?"

"Our army currently has no more than 110 people, and a few more people have been damaged just now." Gongsun Xu frowned, "Who knows how many soldiers and horses this Wuhuan can assemble... Three or four hundred-man squads, I can't bear it. Up."

Zhao Yun groaned and thought for a while, slowly looking at the more than 800 people who had been rescued, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I have an idea!"

"What idea, let's hear it." Gongsun Xu hurriedly asked.

"They can help me wait to break the enemy." Zhao Yun pointed to the rescued Han Chinese with a smile.

"They?" Gongsun continued with a sneer: "They would be fine if they didn't hold me back, and would they help me wait to break the enemy?"

"Listen to my arrangement." Zhao Yun smiled.

Having said that, Zhao Yun immediately made arrangements to draw out young and middle-aged men over the age of sixteen and under fifty among the more than eight hundred people. There were about three hundred people. They cut wood and turned them into guns.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, the distinction between spear and spear was very clear. Spears were wooden sticks and iron heads, while spears were sharpened with wood. Only military generals were qualified to use iron spears. Therefore, the general imperial army used spears, and similar to the Yellow Turban army, they used spears.

After Zhao Yun hid the old and weak women and children in a hill, the young and Zhuang also lay in ambush, while the hundreds of Youzhou cavalry were standing in place.

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"Huh, they are in front!" Wuhuan Centurion grew up and shouted, and behind him were three Wuhuan Centurion teams, plus his own half team. There were more than three hundred people. People are one person and two horses, seven white horses galloping on the ground, arousing smoke and dust all the way, the momentum is not small.

"Haha, Nurgai, you are defeated yourself, don't exaggerate the strength of these Han Chinese." Another centurion laughed.

"Yes, you were scared yourself, right?"

Centurion Nurgai was ashamed and angry: "You two are just farting. You will know when you fight these cunning Chinese soldiers."

"I want to see what this group of Han slaves can do." Another tall, draped centurion sneered.

"Children, let this group of Han slaves see how powerful our Dawuhuan warriors are!"

"Haha, kill Hanu!"