The Three Kingdoms: Hindsight is 20/20, and the Three Revivals of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 115 Zhao Yun Challenges the Enemy: Such Martial Arts Are Enough to Serve as a General (1st Update)
Northwest of Ji County, on the open plains.

The wind howled, stirring up clouds of yellow dust, and a surge of people and horses could be seen, dark and heavy like a moving cloud.

A large banner bearing the words "King of Wuhuan" fluttered in the wind; it belonged to Nanlou, the King of Wuhuan from Shanggu, who had come to Yan Rou's aid.

As early as the reign of Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, Nan Lou led more than 9,000 households and proclaimed himself king, residing in the north of Dai Commandery.

Because Liu Yu's appeasement policy allowed Nanlou's ambitions to lie dormant, and because Gongsun Zan's killing of Liu Yu triggered internal strife in Youzhou, Nanlou used the pretext of avenging Liu Yu to move his troops south.

To this day, they have turned almost the entire Dai Commandery into a pasture for the Wuhuan people, and have captured a large number of Han people as slaves.

Nanlou's decision to rush to the aid of Ji County was based on his interest in the fertile land of Guangyang County.

As for Liu Bei?

Nanlou could only snort coldly: "Since I was born, I have never heard of Liu Bei in the world!"
In the middle of the line.

A messenger reported that Han Chinese cavalry were blocking the road ahead.

"Heh~ Han Chinese cavalry?"

Nanlou felt contempt. Gongsun Zan was dead. Which Han cavalryman would dare to show off in front of the Wuhuan people?
Disdainful, Nanlou led his four sons to the front.

Nanlou had four sons: the eldest, Kunxidun; the second, Guli; the third, Helinyan; and the fourth, Shalilu. All of them were brave and skilled in battle and were the pride of Nanlou.

During this trip south, Nanlou intended to choose one of his four sons to take over Guangyang County.

"Your Majesty, those are the Han cavalry blocking our way!" The Wuhuan scout pointed at the thirty-odd white-horse cavalrymen not far ahead, his tone indignant.

Thirty-odd riders dared to block the road—how arrogant!

Upon seeing the uniform white horses and the burly men with bows and guns on their backs, Nanlou's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively spurred his horse back a step.

[Gongsun Zan's White Horse Cavalry? No, that's not right, Gongsun Zan died long ago!]

In the past, Gongsun Zan often had dozens of skilled archers, all riding white horses, who served as his left and right wings. They called themselves the "White Horse Righteous Followers." The Wuhuan people spread the word to avoid the White Horse Chief, and they hung Gongsun Zan's portrait on the arrow slings and rode to shoot at it. As long as they hit the target, they would shout "Long live the Emperor!"

Such fear is evident.

Seeing the questioning looks from the four sons, Nanlou suddenly felt annoyed: I was actually frightened by a dead man!
Just now.

Then, from among the thirty-odd riders, a general spurred his horse forward and shouted to Nanlou and the others, "I am Zhao Yun, the commander of the cavalry under the Left General. I have heard that the Wuhuan people are most skilled in battle, but I do not believe it. Who among you has the courage to fight me?"

Nanlou was already furious at being intimidated by the thirty-odd white-horse cavalrymen, but when he saw Zhao Yun challenging him to a duel, he was so angry he laughed.

"This man is so arrogant, he dares to think that our Wuhuan have no generals!"

The eldest son, Kunxi, was brave and fierce, and eager to make a name for himself. He immediately brandished his spear and roared, "How dare a mere cavalry commander be so arrogant in front of the king! I will go and capture him, skin him to make a drum, and pull out his sinews to make a string, to vent the king's hatred!"

Quincy's voice was loud and clear, carrying an arrogant confidence.

The second son, Huli, was not to be outdone. His eyes flashed with ferocity as he brandished his spear and roared, "Brother, take a break! Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Let me take this Han dog's head for Your Majesty!"

Seeing his two sons fighting over it, Nanlou felt a surge of pride. He stroked his beard and shouted, "Good! My sons are brave! Go and capture this ignorant Han general, regardless of whether he lives or dies!"

Upon hearing his father's agreement, Kunxidun roared and charged into battle first: "Han general! I am Kunxidun, the eldest son of Nanlou, the Great King of Wuhuan, and I have come to send you to your death!"

Zhao Yun, who was just looking for a reason to start a battle, heard this and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. His laughter was not loud but it could be clearly heard by Kunxi Dun: "Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Kunxi was furious and charged straight at Zhao Yun with his spear. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun's silver spear swiftly thrust upwards from a very tricky angle.

Before Kunxidun could even scream, Zhao Yun lifted him off his horse with one arm and spear, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud. His eyes were wide open, and he was dead!
"Big brother—!!!" The second son, Gu Li, witnessed his elder brother's tragic death and his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"Han dog! Give me your life!" Falcon charged at Zhao Yun in a rage, like a mad tiger, determined to chop Zhao Yun to pieces with his great axe.

Zhao Yun deftly dodged Hu Li's first attack. Then, his silver spear pierced Hu Li's throat, Hu Li's roar came to an abrupt halt, his great axe fell from his hand and to the ground, and his body collapsed from his horse!
"My son!"

Nanlou stared in disbelief at the corpses of Kunxidun and Guli, and heard Zhao Yun's mocking voice in his ears: "With such martial arts skills, you can be a general on the battlefield?"

The thirty-odd riders behind Zhao Yun also burst into mocking laughter.

Nanlou was both ashamed and angry, and directly ordered his third son Helinyan and fourth son Shaliluqi to come forward.

Having lost two sons, Nanlou had forgotten the rules of one-on-one duels and now only wanted Zhao Yun to pay with his life!

He Linyan and Shalilu could no longer contain themselves. One held a spear, and the other brandished a lance. They charged at Zhao Yun with reckless abandon, determined to fight to the death.

"You Han scoundrel, I will tear you to pieces!"

However, Helinyan and Shaliru's martial arts skills were no better than the two who died, and their teamwork was a complete mess.

Zhao Yun killed He Linyan with a single, accidental thrust of his spear, and then with a single pull, he dragged Shalilu off his horse.

"Oh no! Your Majesty, save me!!!" Shaliru was terrified and had long lost the courage to fight Zhao Yun. He scrambled back as fast as he could.

"Han dogs, don't hurt my son!" Nanlou roared fiercely, his eyes bloodshot. He then drew his carved hard bow from the saddle, drew it to its full extent, and shot it at Zhao Yun with all his might!
However, this arrow not only failed to injure Zhao Yun, but Zhao Yun also caught it with his own hand.

What terrified Nanlou even more was that Zhao Yun simply hurled an arrow at Shalilu, killing him instantly!
To kill someone with an arrow, how terrifying must that arm strength be?
Nanlou didn't know, and dared not even think, that even with over ten thousand cavalrymen behind him, he had lost the slightest will to fight.

"withdraw!"

Terrified, Nanlou disregarded the need to break the formation and instead spurred his horse to flee at full speed.

The remaining crowd was even more terrified.

The four brave sons of the Wuhuan king were killed by the same Han general, and the Wuhuan king Nanlou fled in panic. Who would dare to stay and wait for death?
however.

The nightmare of Nanlou is not over yet.

Just as the Wuhuan people's formation began to fall into disarray, a cavalry unit suddenly charged out from the side. It was none other than Huang Zhong and his six hundred cavalrymen who had been waiting for a long time!

Originally, Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong's mission was simply to seize an opportunity to attack and kill the Wuhuan troops, and then demonstrate the might of the Han cavalry.

However, after carefully investigating the state of Nanlou's troops, Zhao Yun resolutely decided to give Nanlou a ruthless blow.

So Zhao Yun led more than thirty cavalrymen to block the road and challenge them to battle, and handed over three hundred of his own cavalrymen to Huang Zhong to command. They agreed that once the Wuhuan people's formation was in disarray, Huang Zhong would lead his cavalrymen to break out.

"I never expected that Zilong could actually throw the Wuhuan people's formation into disarray!"

Even Huang Zhong was astonished at this moment, unable to understand how Zhao Yun had managed to throw the Wuhuan people's formation into disarray.

But Huang Zhong was not one to miss an opportunity. He took the lead, followed by his cavalry, and moved with the speed of the wind, causing the enemy to collapse.

　I got carried away writing, so I'm posting this chapter now and going to sleep. I'll continue with five chapters tomorrow. Please vote for me (I'm only 200 votes away!)
　　
　
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