Chapter 613

"Kill slaves!"

Seeing that the loss was so small, Youzhou soldiers' morale was greatly improved. They clamped the horse in their hands and rushed out fiercely. The horse in their hands was powerful. It was so-called inch by inch long and strong. After a long stab, the Wuhuan people suddenly fell down from the horse.

"Damn it, these Han people are good at riding!"

"They seem to be subordinates of Gongsun Zan."

"Hundred households, Han slaves are very powerful, or we should withdraw first?"

One face-to-face, the Wu Huan hundred people team is already nearly half dead and wounded. This group of originally very arrogant Wuhuan people are frightened at the moment, and some are afraid to look at the opposite Youzhou soldiers.

The centurion touched his shoulder in shock, and said in a loud voice, "retreat, join the other hundred teams and come and pick up these damned slaves!"

Wu Huan soldiers had long intended to retreat. They were relieved when they heard the order of the centurion. Then they turned around and gathered together. Even the Han people, cattle and sheep that had been taken away from the captivity, they went straight away, as if they could not avoid it.

"Chase!" Gongsun continued to wave a double headed iron spear to pursue, but was stopped by Zhao Yun.

"Boyan, stop."

Zhao Yun said calmly: "the poor bandits should not be chased. Each of these Wuhuan people has two horses and one person. They escape quickly, and it is difficult to catch up with them."

"What's more, there are so many people here to take care of. Forget it." Zhao Yun turned and said.

"It's a pity." Gongsun continued to hum and took the reins.

Zhao Yun rode his horse to the Han people. He jumped off his horse and arched his hand and said, "Zhao Yun, the head of the village under the command of general Baima, please rest assured that if you have me waiting, you will be well protected."

"Master Wang!"

"Thank you, general. Thank you."

"So can I wait for home?"

Many people were elated, cheered and excited with tears in their eyes. They expressed their gratitude to more than 100 Youzhou soldiers.

Although there were some casualties, Youzhou soldiers were also very happy. Looking at the grateful faces of these people, there seemed to be a heat flow in their hearts. It seemed that everything was worth it. This warm feeling was really rare.

"This little general, cough and cough..."

just now, the weak middle-aged man stood up with the help of his youth and coughed a few times.

"Uncle, please say something." Zhao Yun walked past, gently holding the middle-aged man, warm voice.

"Little general, you'd better be careful." The middle-aged man said weakly, "these Wuhuan people come in groups. There are at least thousands of them in Shanggu County, and hundreds of them are running around. I'm afraid that this Wuhuan people are not defeated, but looking for another hundred people..."

"thousands of people?" Gongsun frowned and said to Zhao Yun, "Zilong, I know you have always been brave, but I can't wait for a hundred people. Today, I've damaged some brothers. If the commander Wuhuan summoned hundreds of people to come, what should we do?"

More than a hundred Youzhou soldiers who have just won this sentence have a somewhat frozen expression.

Thousands? They are only more than 100 people, how can they defeat thousands?

"No harm." Zhao Yun is calm analysis: "Shanggu county is vast, thousands of people must be spread like a fishing net, this Wuhuan people at most tangle with several hundred teams nearby, as long as the proper planning, may not be able to win."

"Well planned?" Gongsun continued to be dissatisfied: "even if we plan properly, we brothers will have to suffer heavy casualties. How can we accomplish the great cause at that time?"

Because of his father's death, Gongsun Xu was full of hatred for Yuan Shao. He always wanted to regroup and recapture Youzhou. Therefore, he had been committed to recruiting troops and was naturally dissatisfied with Zhao Yun's consumption of military power.

"Boyan." Zhao Yun turned around, pulled Gongsun to one side and said in a deep voice, "do you mean that we should avoid Wuhuan people and abandon these people?"

"Or else?" Gongsun continued in a low voice: "for the sake of the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, it's hard to ignore these hundred healthy children?"

"Boyan, how can you say that?" Zhao Yun looked sullen: "we are soldiers of Youzhou. We should inherit the will of general Baima. How can we abandon the common people?"

"Besides, if we want to take back Youzhou, we can't do without the support of the people." "If we give up these people today, how can we win the support of all the people in Youzhou in the future? If there is no support from the people, how can our army recover Youzhou?"

Gongsun sighed again: "OK, OK, listen to you, but how to fight this battle in the end?"

"At present, there are only more than 110 soldiers in our army, and several others have been damaged just now." Gongsun continued with a frown: "who knows how many troops the Wuhuan people can muster... We can't stand three or four hundred people."

Zhao Yun pondered and thought for a while. His eyes slowly looked at the 800 people who had been rescued, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I have an idea!"

"What's the idea? Let's hear it." Gongsun Xu asked in a hurry.

"They can help us defeat the enemy." Zhao Yun pointed to the rescued Han people with a smile on his face."They?" Gongsun continued with a sneer: "if they don't hold us back, they will help us break the enemy?"

"Let me arrange it." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

Having said that, Zhao Yun immediately made arrangements for the transfer of more than 800 people, including young men over 16 years old and under 50 years old, about 300 people. They cut wood into guns, each with one hand.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a clear definition between spear and spear. Spear was a wooden stick with iron head, while a gun was cutting wood for a point. Only generals in the army were qualified to use iron spears. Therefore, the general Imperial Army used spears, while similar to the Yellow turban army, they used spears.

Zhao Yun hid the old and the weak women and children behind a hill, while the young and strong were also ambushed, while more than 100 Youzhou cavalry were standing in the same place.

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"hum, they're in front!" Wu Huan Bai Fu grew up and said, "but behind him are three teams of Wu Huan hundred people, plus his own half team. There are more than 300 people. Each of them is one man and two horses. More than seven white horses gallop on the ground, causing smoke and dust all the way.

"Ha ha, nurgai, if you are defeated yourself, don't exaggerate the strength of these Han people." Another Centurion grew up laughing.

"That's right. You're scared yourself, aren't you?"

The centurion nurgai was ashamed and angry: "you two are just farting. You will know when you fight with these crafty Han soldiers."

"I'd like to see what this group of Han slaves can do." Another centurion, a tall man in his armor, sneered.

"Children, let this group of Han slaves see the strength of our big Wuhuan warriors!"

"Ha ha, kill Han Nu!"