Lu Bu agreed to send troops to the grassland, but because Chen Gong stopped him from going, he left in anger. Han Fei shook his head and discussed with Chen Gong and the others. Finally, he decided to send 5,000 cavalry and a general in the family. Liu Bei's army was naturally Zhao Yun, and Lu Bu's army sent Zhang Liao.

After one day's preparation, in the early morning of the next day, Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao each led 5,000 cavalry out of the city secretly from the East City, and then took a detour to avoid the Hun camp in the north and headed straight to the hinterland of the grassland.

Under the repeated attacks of the Huns, the city was missing 10,000 people, which increased the pressure to defend the city. Guan Yu and Lu Bu had to go to battle and kill the enemy. Unfortunately, they were the two of them in charge, which caused a lot of casualties on the city. But even so, it was impossible to keep defending Mayi City without reinforcements.

At this moment, only those who can look at Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao can save Mayi City. Three days have passed, and Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao have already been able to penetrate deep into the grassland.

Since yesterday, they have destroyed three small tribes in succession. The men in the tribe and the boys who are higher than the wheels were all killed by Zhao Yun's orders, leaving only women and children. It is worth mentioning that Zhao Yun and the others killed all the cattle and sheep of these tribes before leaving. Except for some of them taken away as food accidents, the others were left to the women and children in the tribe. However, without the alive cattle and sheep, Zhao Yun could not control whether these three tribes could survive.

"Report to General, a large tribe was found thirty miles ahead, with about 10,000 people, including about 2,000 people who can fight." A scout bowed to Zhao Yun and said.

"Wenyuan, what do you say?" Zhao Yun turned his head and asked Zhang Liao. After several days of running-in, Zhang Liao and Zhao Yun had a tacit understanding. Although Zhao Yun was the main general, he often solicited Zhang Liao's opinions.

Zhang Liao grinned and said, "Of course I've killed it. The three tribes before were too small, and the Huns wouldn't feel pain even if they were destroyed. However, if this large tribe is destroyed, I think the Huns will suffer this time!"

Zhao Yun nodded and said, "Okay, then I will attack from the front. You can cover it from one side and try to destroy this tribe as soon as possible!" Zhang Liao nodded after hearing this, so the two of them took their subordinates to kill this tribe.

Old Man Mori is the oldest person in the Kree tribe, and he is 68 years old this year. However, his body is still very strong. He commands the slaves at home early to drive out herds of cattle and sheep and go to the grassland to eat grass. At this moment, a sudden sound of horse hooves sounded. Mori was shocked: Didn’t the Khans go south to the Central Plains? Why are there so many cavalry marching on this grassland?

Just when he was confused, he saw a cavalry wearing Han armor and was rushing towards his tribe. Mori was shocked and then shouted wildly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Han people are coming!"

As Mori shouted, the tribe suddenly became a mess. Many people rushed to the tent at the waiting area and then turned over to the horses, picked up their weapons and prepared to intercept them. At this time, Zhao Yun and his men arrived. Without saying a word, Zhao Yun shook the bright silver spear in his hand, and with one shot, he killed the Huns who rushed out.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of troops behind Zhao Yun rushed into the camp of the Klei tribe. The screams of killing were suddenly chaotic. Old Man Mory, with his three sons and a group of slave soldiers, wanted to organize his tribe members to resist. As a result, before the people here were organized, they were dispersed by Zhao Yun and others.

Old Man Morrie's eldest son ran towards Zhao Yun with a big knife in his hand and chopped him over. He saw that this person was the leader of this group of Han people. If he could kill him, he might defeat this Han army. He was thinking well, but he overestimated his strength.

Seeing Zhao Yun rushing over, he rushed to Zhao Yun's head with a knife. Zhao Yun didn't even look at him, and then shot him first. Before his knife could fall, he pierced his throat. Old Man Mory saw that his eldest son died tragically under Zhao Yun's gun, and was immediately extremely sad.

He yelled: "You two follow me to avenge your elder brother!" After that, he rushed towards Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun had already killed his acquaintances at this time, and suddenly saw an old man coming to him with a gun. Zhao Yun was stunned, and then rushed to Mori to kill him.

How could Old Man Mori be Zhao Yun's opponent? He had been relying on his grief before, but he knew it was broken in this fight. Not only himself, but even his other two sons were probably going to die at the hands of this person. So Old Man Mori made a crazy move, and he didn't even resist Zhao Yun's attack and let Zhao Yun pierce his chest with a shot. Then he stretched out his hands and grabbed Zhao Yunliang's silver spear barrel. At the same time, Old Man Mori used all his strength to shout: "You run away! Go and tell the Khan quickly, the Han people have killed the grassland! Let the Khan avenge us!"

When Zhao Yun saw the old man's last madness, Ye couldn't help but be moved. In this stunned moment, Old Man Morri's two sons fled. Zhao Yun pushed Old Man Morri to the ground with both arms and force, and then he ignored Old Man Morri's two sons, but continued to lead troops to clear out the men in the tribe.

When Old Man Morry saw his two sons running away, the color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and finally took his last breath. Shortly after his death, Zhang Liao led his men to the camp from the other side.

After about an hour, the battle was basically over. Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao together killed all the men in the Krei tribe. After dealing with the cattle and sheep, Zhao Yun burned the tents in the camp with fire, leaving a bunch of women and children trembling in the cold wind.

Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao ordered people to collect the war horses, and then drove to the north with two riders. In the next three days, Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao destroyed two large tribes and four small tribes in succession. Liu Bao, who was far away in Mayi, finally received a report at this time. The one who came to report to him was Moya, the youngest son of the old man Mori. His second brother had died under Zhang Liao's knife because of the wrong route of escape.
Chapter completed!