The autumn wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are flying... The wildernesses that have been removed from their golden costumes return to their true colors, and all things are withered and silent, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Shanggu County, outside the west gate of Guangning City.

It rained yesterday, and the potholes were filled with puddles of large and small, and the roads were muddy and difficult to move forward. However, with a team of Wuhuan Light Cavalry rushing into the city gate, less than half an hour before and the people in the city swarmed out and rushed out of the west gate, running in a hurry. Thousands of people ran desperately, screaming in panic, and looked back from time to time, as if worried that the Wuhuan cavalry would catch up.

The bumpy water pits were trampled by everyone, and mud splashed everywhere, splashed on the body, splashed on the face, dipped on the hair, and flowed down the cheeks into the neck, making them bit cold. However, those who were busy escaping their lives didn't care about these things, not afraid of dirt or fatigue, not afraid of coldness, not afraid of falling into the mud, and making people laugh, but afraid of being chased by the Wuhuan thief, and chopping off their heads and losing their lives.

"Bang, bang, bang——!" The road was narrow and muddy. Thousands of people pushed forward and ran out of the city. They were crowded. People fell from time to time in panic, causing mud to splash everywhere and struggled for a long time to get up. Often after a person slipped, they would immediately trip a group of people, and then be stepped on by the people behind them to continue to run away. As a result, anyone who fell to the ground completely lost the opportunity to escape. If he fell, he would not die or even be injured. However, after being stepped on by hundreds of people, even if he did not die on the spot, he would become disabled and could never escape.

Such a phenomenon of fleeing in panic occurs frequently in the territory of Shanggu County. For three years, Shanggu County has become a pasture for barbarian cavalry to hunt in autumn. In their eyes, the Han people living in cities are hunting lambs, snatching all the food and property, and kidnapped young women. Then there is the time for free hunting. Bows, scimitars, light riding fast horses, galloping horses while riding horses, waving scimitars, and waving scimitars to harvest their heads. The scene of blood splattering and people's heads flying is their happiest pleasure.

In their opinion, enjoying the fun of killing is the style that the strong should have. The weak are like grass and should be slaughtered by others. The strong are prey on the weak, and the way of survival is like this. They never think that there is anything wrong with this. They treat Han people like this, and their own tribesmen; when they lose their fighting ability, they have the same consequences. For hundreds of years, they have been like this. It has been passed down from generation to generation until the tribe is annexed or slaughtered by other tribes and completely destroyed.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that their tribes generally do not last long, and it is rare to stay for hundreds of years. Many tribes will be merged by large tribes soon after they are formed, or robbed, and then set fire to a fire. This kind of thing happens almost every day, day after day, year after year. After disappearing, it will reappear and then disappear. The cycle will be repeated, and there will be no end.

There were originally defenders in Guangning City, but unfortunately they died one after another in the battle against the city half a month ago. Less than one hundred surviving defenders had just rained yesterday and the road was slippery. The defenders thought that there would not be any Wuhuan people coming to attack the city today. However, as soon as they opened the city gate, more than 300 Wuhuan cavalry came roaring and attacked the city gate with lightning speed, and then entered the city without any obstacles.

In this way, a city fell, and even if it was not occupied by the Wuhuan people, it would become a dead city or a city of ghosts of the dead. After half a year, the city would become ruins, and then the dust would return to the dust, and the soil would return to the soil, completely turned into nothing and disappeared into the dust.

"Ahhh!" The terrifying screams were endless. Accompanied by the Wuhuan cavalry returning home, the hunting officially began. With the scimitars flying up, fresh lives drifted in the bright red blood mist. In a moment, the originally crowded road began to become sparse, and many elderly people and children fell in pools of blood, and the blood and mud merged together, dyeing the turbid mud red.

The corpses were paved with re-paved this bumpy road, but they were still bumpy and ups and downs, blocking the Wuhuan cavalry's road, forcing them to be unable to ride their horses and could only turn over and get off the horse and lead the horses slowly forward. It was these hundreds of corpses that blocked the more than 300 young and strong men running in the front that won the chance to escape. As long as they seize this precious time, they would have hope of survival.

"Ah! Grandpa, father, mother" calls that were heartbroken across the sky. On the muddy road five miles away from the West Gate, more than 300 young and strong men turned around in one step and cried in tears, but they could not get a response. At this time, the Wuhuan cavalry was less than one mile away from them, and they could catch up with them with just one horse and charge. Then they wiped out the roots and completely exterminated this group of "grass mustards" who were trying to escape.

Perhaps this group of people was unlucky, but in fact, some people in the city survived. Because the number of Wuhuan cavalry was limited, it would take at least two or three days to massacre the city with a mere 300 troops. Therefore, as long as they were robbing property, killing people was just a means of taking care of them. Unexpectedly, more than a thousand people fled from Ximen, but ran so slowly, blocking the road they left, so a massacre was naturally staged.

The Wuhuan cavalry was slaughtered in one breath and the more than 300 young and strong people were killed. The more than 300 young and strong people in front of them were the more difficult prey in their eyes. Only by hunting such prey can they feel more accomplished and excited.

The sound of horse hooves behind him was getting closer and closer. The tears on the faces of more than 300 young and strong men were not drying, but they were scared to sweat coldly. Beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down, blending with the tears at the corners of their eyes, flowing down their temples, soaking their collars, slowly spreading on their chests, leaving a mark of tears and sweat.

"Tada!"

The rumbling sound of horse trampling came from far to near, shaking the earth slightly and rippling the puddles on the road.

"Ah! It's over, we can't escape." The moment he heard such a huge thunderous sound of horse trampling, more than 300 young and strong men were completely desperate and stood there motionless. They stopped running and completely gave up their last chance to escape. They were all Wuhuan cavalry in front and behind, and they stretched their heads and shook their heads and slashed their heads. Instead of running away desperately, it would be better to stand here and wait for death.

Yes, when they heard the sound of horse trampling in front of them, they knew without thinking that the cavalry coming towards them must be Wuhuan people or Xianbei people, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be Han cavalry anyway.

In three years, Shanggu County has not heard such a big noise for three years. Guangning City is a border city that has long been abandoned by Gongsun Zan, the governor of the state. In the past three years, apart from sending people to collect taxes and food, no soldiers were sent. Even the defenders on the front of the city were spontaneously formed by the people. There were originally a large number of people, with more than 500 people, but they could not withstand the attacks of the Wuhuan people every day. Every day, defenders were shot to death. Over time, fewer and fewer defenders were thus created. This scene was a tragic scene today.

"Why are you blocking your army's way? Get out of here quickly, and you're not going to die. The Wuhuan bandits are right behind you!"

As a fast horse rushed over, there were still tens of thousands of war cavalry behind him. The young and strong men who stood there waiting for death were dumbfounded. They all looked confused, their eyes widened, and they looked straight at the war cavalry like black clouds in front of them, standing in the middle of the road without moving. Until the White Horse General who was leading the horse scolded, the young and strong men suddenly came back to their senses. A man in his thirties who stood in front of the White Horse General said in a daze with a look of dull expression: "Is this the Han army from the sky? White Horse Cavalry?"

Looking at the group of young and strong farmers in front of him with dull expressions, the white horse general frowned slightly. Then he noticed that these people were covered with blood. Two hundred steps behind them, a team of Wuhuan cavalry was coming, waving a bloody short-handled scimitar in his hand. In an instant, he understood everything, and his eyebrows stretched out and said in harmony: "I am Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, Changshan, under the command of the general, not the general under Gongsun Zan. Let's make way for you to kill these evil Wuhuan barbarians, and then tell you in detail!"

"General?" The middle-aged man looked confused, but he woke up completely, knowing that the cavalry in front of him was the Han army. He immediately hurriedly called everyone behind him to retreat to the puddle on the side of the road, making way for General Zhao Yun, making way for the Han cavalry and cavalry, and letting them go to cut these Wuhuan beasts alive.

"All the soldiers obey orders and kill them all, leaving no living words! Kill——!"

With Zhao Yun's order, the five hundred personal soldiers following him rode their horses and charged, and instantly fought with the Wuhuan cavalry. Perhaps they were really angry. More than 300 Wuhuan cavalry were like the young and strong in Guangning City. They clearly saw a large group of cavalry coming from the opposite side wearing Han army armor and wearing Han war flags, but they didn't believe in everything they saw in front of them, and they fought and chased after them.

As a result, Zhao Yun's personal soldiers charged forward, and their heads fell off. Just as they had killed the people wantonly before, facing the 500 cavalry as fast as the wind, the Wuhuan cavalry had not yet woken up from their horror, and their heads were chopped off and they fell off to death.

Zhao Yun did not take action personally, and only more than 300 scattered soldiers were just raiders. He didn't need to take action himself, let alone dispatch the army. Five hundred personal soldiers under his tent were enough to kill them. Taking advantage of the attack of his personal soldiers, Zhao Yun calmly asked the middle-aged man about the situation. As the man cried with tears in his eyes, Zhao Yun was filled with righteous indignation and furious. When he was furious and prepared to order his personal soldiers to cut these inhumane beasts alive, he found that the Wuhuan cavalry had been killed and had no living habits.

At noon, with the help of three thousand soldiers, more than 800 people killed by the Wuhuan thieves were all buried and buried, and all the stolen property was returned to the surviving people.

Immediately, Zhao Yun's troops were stationed in Guangning City and sent a large number of scouts to inquire about information in Shanggu County. Zhao Yun was the vanguard general of the Western Liang army's eastern expedition to Youzhou. Under his tent, the Wushuang cavalry was the vanguard of the front army who opened roads across mountains and met water to build bridges.

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