Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

"kill!"

At this time, more than three hundred young men and women organized by Zhao Yun were also killed from the hills, each holding a wooden gun, gritted their teeth, and quarreled with the enemy.

As the so-called top-down, the momentum is like a broken bamboo, more than 300 young people rushed all the way from the hills, naturally there is a momentum, and more importantly, they all have hatred!

The Wuhuan people burned, killed and looted. I don't know how many Han people were killed or injured, how many houses were burned, and how much property they robbed. How can they not be hated? These young men looked angry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in their eyes, and they rushed into the Wuhuan people.

"Hey!"

Although it was only a rough wooden spear, the sharpened front end was still lethal. It stabbed fiercely on the horse. The horse stood up high in shock and threw the Wuhuan man on his back.

"Damn Han, you! Um..."

Wuhuan struggled to push away the horse, and raised his long knife with a ferocious expression. However, the Han man opposite him was not afraid. He grabbed the wooden spear with both hands, pierced it out, and slammed it into his chest.

"Hu'er, kill my mother-in-law and child, you must kill you!" The Han man has rough hands, dark complexion and thick forehead lines. He is obviously an honest farmer. At this moment, he is holding a wooden gun with his teeth. , Pushed forward firmly, the wooden spear pierced through the leather armor of his body, and got out from behind with difficulty.

"Han Nu is hateful!" Although this Wuhuan soldier was penetrated by a single shot, he still had enough power. He slashed fiercely on the shoulder of the Han man, and blood suddenly flowed out.

Despite being slashed, the Han man gritted his teeth, loosened the gun, and slammed Wu Huanbing with both hands, threw him to the ground, raised his trembling fist, and fell forcefully.

"Hu'er, dead-hu'er, **** Wuhuan!"

The fist fell on the head and face of Wuhuan like dense raindrops, and soon the fist face was covered with blood. I don't know if it is Wuhuan's blood or his blood...

The Han man kept punching and dropping until he lost his strength, and the Wuhuan man had been beaten a long time ago only by venting without air, and loosening his palm softly.

"Huh..." The Han man took a few rough breaths and lay down softly on the ground, his eyes staring at the blue sky, the sound of fighting in his ears seemed to have gone away, and hundreds of people were fighting in his eyes. The color gradually fades...

"Mother, boy, I have revenge for you." He showed a simple smile, his pupils gradually enlarged.

More than three hundred Han men all gritted their teeth and fought desperately. Maybe these flat-headed people could not know how to fight, and would just keep fighting hard. Often two or three people might not be able to win the Wuhuan, but they were killed by them, but among them But no one backed away, all gritted their teeth, fighting to the end with these **** Wuhuan people!

"dead!"

Zhao Yun even flew a long spear like lightning, and a bright silver spear fluttered like a pear blossom, with spears all over his body, swinging the bright silver spear to the extreme. Zhao Yun didn't dare to slow down, because every Wuhuan man killed would reduce the number of young Han Chinese who died, and Xiaobai Longju flew back and forth like a white lightning in the Wuhuan soldier, and one spear would be taken away every time he fired. Human lives, almost all moves are fatal, never use the second move.

Although the Wuhuan people had the advantage over Youzhou soldiers, they finally couldn't stand it under the attack of Youzhou soldiers and the young Han people, especially those **** young Han people, often three or four people rushed towards a Wuhuan. , Apart from anything else, it was a siege. This group of Wuhuan soldiers who were proficient in killing were often beaten to death by a wave of sticks before they could perform their moves.

"Kill Hu'er!"

"Get out of these **** Wuhuan people!"

Countless Han men gritted their teeth and their eyes were red. The Wuhuan people who watched were frightened. Unknowingly, they had killed and injured more than a hundred people, and finally couldn't bear it.

"No, Hundred households! How can I wait for the Great Wuhuan Warrior to die so unclearly?"

"Yes, yeah, the Han slaves here are fierce, let's just go elsewhere!"

Three counties Wuhuan used to be called the "world fine cavalry", but the power of the light cavalry lies in the impact and mobility accumulated by the horses. Now Wuhuan soldiers are limited here by the two sides of the Youzhou Army. Naturally, the impact was lost, but because of riding on the horse, it became the target of the Han people.

The reason why this group of Wuhuan people is brave and good at fighting is relative to the cowardly Han people who dare not resist. They are like wolves and sheep. Now the looted flock suddenly rises to resist, and they suddenly become cowardly.

Shanggu County! Youzhou! There are Han people who dare not resist. They can easily collect thousands of Han slaves. If they don't looting them, why do they want to fight these fierce Han slaves?

"There are thousands of Han slaves, how precious is the life of the Great Wuhuan warrior, can it be wasted here?" Wuhuan said dissatisfied.

"Damn it!" Nurgai brandished Spikes and shouted: "Retreat, retreat!"

The Wuhuan soldiers in the hard fight were already impatient. After hearing Nurgai's order, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted a few times, then grabbed the horse and turned to retreat.

"Don't get out of Hu'er!"

"Kill the Wuhuan people, kill the Wuhuan people!"

However, this group of Han people had long been red eyes, and they chased after Wuhuan reluctantly one by one, picked up the stones on the ground and threw them, and some directly threw the wooden spear in their hands.

Whoosh!

A wooden gun fell from the sky, and the sharpened head suddenly pierced into the body of a Wuhuan, and immediately stab him down, Zhao Yun's eyes lit up.

"This method of throwing a gun is quite lethal..."

"Zilong, a certain led an army to pursue and kill!"

After Gongsun Xu confessed to Zhao Yun, holding a double-headed iron spear, he shouted to the Youzhou soldiers behind him: "Youzhou men, come with me, kill Hu'er!"

"Kill Hu!"

Although the Youzhou knight who had just gone through a **** battle killed and injured more than ten people, his morale was still high. Hearing Gongsun Xu's words, they followed him one after another and pursued the Wuhuan people.

And these young Han Chinese were equally eye-catching, and they were going to chase Wuhuan as they were running. Fortunately, they were comforted by Zhao Yun in time.

"Listen to me, everyone!" Zhao Yun said solemnly, "Wuhuan people have one man and two horses, and they flee quickly. Please let the Youzhou Army knights chase them. You can take a break and deal with the injuries."

Zhao Yun rescued them and was brave enough to win the trust of the young Han people. They obeyed Zhao Yun's words and stood still.

In the fight just now, many young and young Han people were injured. They didn't feel anything a while ago, and now they feel pain in their bodies, so they sit down to deal with the injuries.