Chapter 611 Falling Into a Trap

"kill!"

At this time, more than 300 young men organized by Zhao Yun also came down from the hills and killed them. Each of them was holding a wooden gun, with gnashing faces and a common hatred for the enemy.

As the saying goes, from top to bottom, the momentum is overwhelming. More than 300 young men rushed down from the hills. They naturally had a momentum, and more importantly, they all had hatred!

The Wuhuan people burned, killed and looted, killing and injuring countless Han people, burning many houses, and taking away many properties. How can people not hate them? The faces of these young men were angry, and their eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and they charged into the Wuhuan people in one go.

"Hey!"

Although it was just a rough wooden spear, the sharpened front end still had lethality. It stabbed the war horse hard. The war horse was frightened and stood up high, knocking off the Wuhuan man on its back.

"Damn Han, you! Ugh"

The Wuhuan man struggled to push his horse away and raised his long knife with a ferocious expression. However, the Han man opposite him was not afraid. He grabbed the wooden gun with both hands and thrust it out with force, stabbing it into his chest with a thud.

"Hu'er, if I want to kill my wife and children, I must kill you!" The Han man's hands were rough, his face was dark, and he had thick forehead lines. He was obviously an honest farmer, but at this moment, he was holding the wooden gun in his hands with gritted teeth. , pushed forward firmly, the wooden gun penetrated the leather armor on his body, and came out from behind with difficulty.

"Damn Han slaves!" Although the Wuhuan soldier was penetrated by a shot, he still had enough strength to slash the Han man's shoulder with a knife, and blood immediately flowed out.

Although he was slashed, the Han man gritted his teeth, let go of the gun, pushed Wuhuan Bing hard with both hands, threw him to the ground, raised his trembling fist, and fell hard.

"Hu'er, dead Hu'er, damn the Wuhuan people!"

The fist fell on Wuhuan's head and face like dense raindrops, and soon the fist surface was covered with blood. It was not clear whether it was Wuhuan's blood or his blood.

The Han man kept punching and landing, until he ran out of strength and then stopped. The Wuhuan man, who had been beaten for a long time, could only breathe out but not in, and softly let go of his palm.

"Huh!" The Han took a few deep breaths and lay down softly on the ground, staring straight at the blue sky. The sound of fighting in his ears seemed to have faded away, and the color of hundreds of people fighting in his eyes also disappeared. gradually dimming

"Mother, child, I have avenged you." He showed a simple smile, and his pupils gradually dilated.

More than three hundred Han men were all gritting their teeth and fighting desperately. Maybe these ordinary people did not know how to fight and would just keep fighting recklessly. Often, two or three people might not be able to defeat the Wuhuan people, but were killed by them instead. But among them But no one retreated, they all gritted their teeth and fought to the death with these damn Wuhuan people!

"die!"

Zhao Yun's spear flew like lightning, and a bright silver spear danced like pear blossoms. There were gun flowers all over his body, and he swung the bright silver spear to the extreme speed. Zhao Yun did not dare to slow down, because every time he killed a Wuhuan man, he would lose a few Han people. He saw the little white dragon horse flying back and forth among the Wuhuan soldiers like a white lightning, and every time the spear was dispatched, it would take away one. When it comes to human life, almost every move is fatal with one move, and the second move is never used.

Although the Wuhuan people had a numerical advantage over the Youzhou soldiers, they were finally unable to withstand the attack from the Youzhou soldiers and the Han Qingzhuangs. Especially those damn Han Qingzhuangs. Three or four of them would often rush towards a Wuhuan people. , without saying a word, they were beaten for a while. This group of Wuhuan soldiers who were proficient in the art of killing were often beaten to death by a flurry of sticks before they could use their skills.

"Kill Hu'er!"

"Drive these damn Wuhuan people out!"

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

"No, Baihu! How can we, the Dawuhuan warriors, die so mysteriously?"

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

Wuhuan in the three counties was once called "the best cavalry in the world", but the power of the light cavalry lies in the impact and maneuverability accumulated by the horses. Now the Wuhuan soldiers are restricted here by the Youzhou army from two sides. Naturally, it lost its impact, but because it was riding on a war horse, it became a target for the Han people.

The reason why this group of Wuhuan people are brave and good at fighting is because they are compared to the Han people who are cowardly and dare not resist. They are like wolves and sheep. Now that the plundered sheep suddenly rose up to resist, they suddenly became cowardly.

Shanggu County! Youzhou! Some Han people did not dare to resist. They could easily collect thousands of Han slaves. If we did not plunder them, why would we fight against these fierce Han slaves?

"There are thousands of Han slaves. The lives of Wuhuan warriors are so precious. How can they be wasted here?" the Wuhuan people said dissatisfied.

"Damn it!" Nurgai waved his fangs and bones and shouted, "Retreat, retreat!"

The Wuhuan soldiers who were fighting hard had already become impatient. After hearing Nurgai's order, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, shouted a few times, then grabbed their horses, turned around and retreated.

"Don't lose your hair!"

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

But this group of Han people had already become red-eyed, chasing after the Wuhuan people one by one, picking up stones on the ground and throwing them away, and some even threw the wooden guns in their hands directly.

Whoosh!

A wooden spear fell from the sky, and its sharpened head suddenly penetrated the body of a Wuhuan man, knocking him down immediately, and Zhao Yun's eyes lit up.

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

"Zilong, someone led the troops to pursue us!"

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

"Kill Hu!"

Although the Youzhou knights who had just gone through a bloody battle suffered more than ten casualties, their morale was still high. After hearing Gongsun Xu's words, they all followed him and chased the Wuhuan people.

And these young and strong Han people were also furious. They even wanted to chase the Wuhuan people while running. Fortunately, they were calmed down by Zhao Yun in time.

"Everyone, listen to me!" Zhao Yun said in a deep voice: "The Wuhuan people have one man and two horses, and they run away very fast. Please let the knights of the Youzhou Army pursue them. Everyone, take a rest and take care of your injuries."

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

In the fight just now, the young Han man was injured a lot. He didn't feel anything just now, but now he felt pain in his body and sat down to deal with the injury.