The night is dark and the wind is high, and the cold north wind makes a whistling sound in the wide straight road. In the quiet night, it sounds particularly creepy. In the Hun camp, some soldiers sent to patrol the night are cursing in the corner of the camp. The Huns' camps are not as particular as the Han people. They can't understand the nine palaces and eight trigrams, let alone the arrangement.

"Why haven't the night patrolers come back for so long?" A ten Huns pushed their subordinates with their arms, hugging their arms to make themselves closer to their subordinates, so that they could better absorb the heat from the other party.

"Who knows." The subordinate rolled his eyes impatiently: "It was probably because the centurion was not here, and these people didn't know where to find a happy place."

To put it bluntly, it is for the convenience of management. The Huns are of strict rank, but at the bottom, the ten people are no different from ordinary soldiers.

The Han people sent a large amount of fine wine to keep them from getting cold. It was a good thing, but those fine wines had nothing to do with them. Generals with more than ten people were invited to the tent to drink tonight by several ten thousand men. As for the soldiers, perhaps the personal guards of the centurion could drink some, but as for them, don't think about it.

"Why don't you go out and have a look?" said the ten people, looking at the dark night outside the camp.

"You go, I won't."

If the detectives who were out patrolling for so long had not come back, it would have caused alarm. But tonight, the leader of the tenth chief and above went to drink, who would care about these matters?

The tenth prince glared at his subordinates helplessly, but knew that this was the reason for his resentment. He stood up helplessly and walked out of the camp.

"Are you really going?" The subordinate couldn't help but shout as he watched the tenth husband walk out of the camp.

"I'll go pee." The tenth prince rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Wait, I'll go too!" The subordinate quickly stood up and chased after him.

The two walked out of the camp together, unbuttoned their pants and started to release the water comfortably. A gust of cold wind suddenly blew towards them, which made their bodies tremble.

"Damn it, the wind direction seems to have changed." The chief of the tenth husband shivered and hugged his pants: "It's so fucking cold."

"Don't worry about him, hurry up and find a place to hide for a while." His subordinate hugged his shoulders tightly and prepared to go back tremblingly, but was pulled by the chief clerk.

"What are you doing?" His subordinate turned his head and stared at the chief of the Takashi in dissatisfaction. The next moment, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the dark night sky, countless shining spots were added. These spots quickly became clear in the field of view, and countless rockets reflected in the pupils of the two people flying towards this side.

The shrill scream of "Enemy Attack" came to an abrupt end after halfway through. The two people's voices were instantly swallowed by rockets falling from the sky. Some rockets fell on the tents, and the flames instantly swallowed the tents.

In order to make the tents warmer, the Huns were soaked in butter, which not only prevented cold but also moisture. The only disadvantage was that they were not fire-proof. The braziers in the military camp usually kept a distance of more than ten feet from the tent. At this moment, the rocket falling from the sky landed on the tent, but the tent burned when it encountered fire.

"call"

Another rain of arrows fell deeper into the camp. In an instant, a large area of ​​camp was illuminated by the sky-sky fire light as bright as day. Many Hun soldiers were still dreaming and were swallowed by the fire falling from the sky. Some people struggled to rush out of the tent, and their bodies were swallowed by flames. They let out heart-wrenching screams, rolling on the ground, igniting more tents.

Someone was riding a war horse quickly to welcome the enemy, and there were also some intelligent pegases running towards the Central Army to inform the Hun generals. However, after arriving at the Central Army camp, they saw a large number of generals who were drunk and unconscious in their sleep. The snoring sounded loudly at the moment, even if the sky fell, it would be difficult to wake them up.

A general who seemed to have not drunk much seemed to be awakened and stood up in a daze. The Hun soldiers who came to report the news were overjoyed when they saw this and wanted to come forward to report it. However, they saw that the Hun general drew his sword and chopped the man to the ground without saying a word. Then, for the first time, he climbed to the ground again and snored again. However, this time, no one dared to approach them again.

"kill"

As the camp was full of fire, a shocking shouts of killing suddenly sounded outside the camp. Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong led a group of people and rushed in from two directions respectively.

Seeing this, a Hun warrior roared and raised his sword to fight. Suddenly, a figure in front of him swayed. Zhao Yun's war horse directly hit the body of the Hun warrior, and flew up in the air with the sword. He screamed and fell more than ten feet away. He was stomped into meat by countless horse hooves that followed.

Zhao Yun shook the dragon gall gun in his hand, and he picked up a brazier directly and landed on a camp that had not been stained with flames. The fire immediately increased by a little.

Three Han cavalry formed a formation and kept attacking the gathering of Hun soldiers. A Han knight was killed, but he was dragged off by a Hun warrior. He was then swung seven or eight swords, guns and sticks. The other two were furious and waved the ring-headed sword and chopped left and right, trying to kill a bloody path. However, the Huns around him gathered more and more, and they could not kill them. In an instant, the other person was chopped into meat sauce by the man and the horse. The last Han cavalry was a little panicked. A Hun warrior saw the opportunity and rushed out. He was about to pounce him off the horse. Suddenly, a burst of air breaking through his ears suddenly sounded.

"puff"

The cold cluster of arrows shot directly through his head, and the huge inertia forced his body to fly backwards and hit the crowd.

"General!" The knight turned his head and saw Huang Zhong rushing over with a man. The big sword in his hand waved, bringing a sword light. The Huns who had just gathered were overturned by the sword light like the Yangtze River. In an instant, the dead bodies fell on the ground, and the knight felt cold in his heart.

"Don't be in love with the battle! Burn the enemy's camp first!" Huang Zhong put away his big knife, took off the bow and arrow again, and drew his bow left and right. Every time the bow string vibrated, one or two Hun warriors were caught.

"Here!" The knight agreed in shame, waved his weapon again, rushed towards a brazier, and pulled the knife in his hand directly on the brazier, hitting the brazier on a tent.

Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun each led a team of 100 people to clash left and right in the camp, constantly igniting the tent, and at the same time, the bows and arrows in their hands were shot out to rescue the soldiers of the Han army who were in trouble.

Although these Huns have a scattered military discipline, they have a sense of courage in their bones. Especially in desperate situations, many Huns do not want to escape, but they are fighting to die with their enemies.

Zhao Yun saw a Hun who was shot through his chest with his own eyes, but he forced himself to bite the Han army's throat, biting the Han army's throat, and blood splashed, and he seemed to be unable to survive.

Zhao Yun had fought with the Wuhuan and Xianbei outside the Great Wall for a long time and knew that the grassland people were fierce, but the Huns seemed to be more fierce than the Wuhuan people.

When a Hun saw Zhao Yun distracted, he suddenly roared wildly and bumped into the war horse where Zhao Yun sat down.

"Get out!" Zhao Yun's eyes turned cold, and the iron bow in his hand had no time to change it, and directly hit the Huns' forehead. The huge force directly smashed the other party's forehead, and blood mixed with brain matter splattered Zhao Yun all over.

"Boom"

"Xilulu"

Accompanied by a loud noise, a temporary horse shed built by the Huns was finally overwhelmed and collapsed directly. The burning wooden sticks fell into the horse shed, which made countless war horses scream and rushed out of the horse shed, running around in the camp like headless flies, making the originally chaotic Hun camp even more chaotic.

"Roar" As the fire became stronger and stronger, the Huns' turmoil had already become stronger. A night wind blew, making the fire even bigger. Zhao Yun let out a long roar towards the sky, and the Han soldiers fighting around him heard the sound and quickly gathered towards Zhao Yun.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, Huang Zhong also let out a gathering roar. The two soldiers gathered again and left the range of the fire. As the night wind became stronger and stronger, the fire took advantage of the wind, and many Han troops were also swallowed up in the terrifying tongue of flames. It was no longer suitable to continue the melee.

The two of them reconciled their troops and returned to the front of the camp. After a counting, the three thousand soldiers were left in just a while, but in just a while, thousands of people were swallowed up in the Hun camp.

"The fire is too big, so it is not advisable to pursue it at this moment. Let the soldiers take turns to shoot arrows into the camp. Don't give them the opportunity to gather. You and I can continue to force the fire with it. When the fire is slightly weaker, we will continue to pursue it." Huang Zhong hung the long copper knife in his palm on the back of the horse, picked up the strong bow in his hand, turned his head to look at Zhao Yun and said.

"I will obey the order!" Zhao Yun immediately agreed when he heard this, and began to command the soldiers, and slowly advance with the fire, while constantly releasing arrows towards the dense crowd.

Seeing that the fire in the camp ahead did not weaken, but instead became bigger and bigger. At the beginning, the Huns were thinking about putting out the fire, but now they were all fleeing. No matter how strong the manpower was, they could not resist the fear of nature at this moment. Under this fire, no matter how brave the warriors were, they could not maintain their fighting spirit.

"Shit the soldiers to collect more arrow clusters!" Zhao Yun sat on the horse's back and said to a general beside him.

The straight road is more than 1,400 miles away, and the next pursuit is the real test.

"Here!" The general agreed and took people to collect arrow clusters. Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong slowed down to recover some of their physical strength. In order to avoid the wind direction changing again, they swallowed them in.
Chapter completed!