Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 133 I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan!
"Hold this position at all costs! No one is to break out without orders!"

"promise!"

As the order was given, in the middle of the valley, the Luqi cavalry gritted their teeth, endured their injuries, and quickly formed small circles with their warhorses as walls. With their spears pointing outwards and their ring-pommel swords in hand, they breathed heavily, but their eyes were fixed on the Hu cavalry outside who were closing in like a pack of wolves, howling and whistling.

Zhao Yun turned his horse around. The white warhorse, which was pure white but now splattered with the blood of the enemy, seemed to sense the rage about to explode in its master's chest. It pawed at the blood-stained pebbles with its front hooves and snorted.

Zhao Yun's gaze was fixed on Gu Qi, who was laughing triumphantly and galloping towards the valley entrance.

The brothers in the cavalry camp were in this dangerous situation because of their own recklessness.

It was too late for regrets at that moment.

Their continuous victories over the past two months have made them underestimate the nomadic tribes, and this ambush was clearly aimed at them.

"Being greedy for quick success, reckless, and complacent are all grave mistakes for a general!"

Recalling Brother Xian's teachings, he was momentarily lost in thought, but then his gaze became increasingly firm.

'The cavalry must break through; Brother Xian's hard work cannot be wasted here!'

Absolutely not!

If one is determined to die, then there will be no room for hesitation or lingering.

Slaying the general and capturing the flag might be the best way to save the cavalry camp!

"Leave!"

A roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, drowned out the clamor of the valley! Zhao Yun spurred his horse's flanks with both legs!
"Xilulu——!"

The white warhorse let out a long neigh and its four hooves kicked up a thunderous roar.

One man and one horse, charging into the enemy lines alone!

"Stop him!"

"Kill that Han dog!"

The Hu cavalry, both shocked and enraged, yelled and brandished their scimitars, maces, and spears, closing in from all sides, intending to hack the ignorant Han general to pieces!
Zhao Yun's eyes were as cold as iron, showing no fear whatsoever.

With his left hand, he swiftly pulled a hard bow from the side of the saddle, and with his right hand, he drew three iron arrows with lightning speed!
Draw the bow! Nock the arrow! All in one smooth motion!
hum!
The bowstring trembled violently! Three sharp arrows transformed into three deadly black streaks, shooting out in a triangular pattern!

puff!puff!puff!
Absolutely precise! The three Hu cavalry centurions who charged ahead with roars were struck as if by a heavy hammer; their throats and faces were instantly pierced, and they fell backward with screams! A bloody gap was instantly torn open in the encirclement!
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Zhao Yun abandoned his bow, picked up his iron spear, and his white warhorse, without stopping, increased its speed instead of decreasing, like a white whirlwind, and crashed into the gap that had just been torn open by the arrow!
The spear flashed like a dragon! Left and right thrusts! So fast that only a flash of cold light could be seen!
*Thud!* A Hun cavalryman wielding a scimitar was pierced through the throat by a spear tip with pinpoint accuracy!
Crack! A burly Xianbei man wielding a mace was struck hard on the wrist by the spear shaft. The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. The weapon slipped from his hand, and he screamed in agony as he was trampled by the hooves of the horses that followed!

Zhao Yun didn't engage in prolonged combat with anyone. He would thrust or sweep with his silver spear, not seeking to kill, but only to clear away obstacles!

His only goal was the golden figure that was getting closer and closer ahead! The white warhorse was exceptionally swift and powerful, charging left and right through the chaotic gaps between the men and horses, and actually carved a bloody path through the dense group of barbarian cavalry!
Wherever they went, men and horses fell, screams echoed! Behind them, a path paved with corpses and wailing wounded soldiers was left!

On horseback, Naguqi was directing his personal guards to block the Han army at the valley entrance.

He laughed wildly, brandishing his scimitar: "Block it! Block it! Don't let a single Han dog escape! Later, that white-horse brat's head will be mine too!"

Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp killing intent surged from behind him!

"Be careful, Chanyu!"

The captain of the guards turned around in horror, only to see a white figure, carrying a pungent stench of blood, break through layers of obstacles and arrive right in front of him! The iron spear, with a piercing sound of air being torn apart, was aimed straight at Gu Qi's back!
Gu Qi was also a seasoned and fierce general. His hair stood on end, and at the critical moment of life and death, he unleashed an amazing reaction and suddenly twisted his body!

scoff!

The silver spear failed to pierce his back, but instead pierced through the arm guard on his left arm! A sharp pain shot through him, and Gu Qi groaned, nearly falling off his horse!
"Han dog! You're asking for death!" Gu Qi was both shocked and furious, and swung his sword back to slash at Zhao Yun's horse's head!

Zhao Yun flicked his wrist, and the silver spear was drawn out in one smooth motion, bringing with it a spray of blood. He then held the spear shaft horizontally!
clang!
Sparks flew! They managed to block the powerful, heavy curved blade!

The two met again! Blood was gushing from Bone Qi's left arm, and his face was contorted like a demon.

Zhao Yun's eyes held only a chilling killing intent.

"Protect the Chanyu!" The captain of the personal guard led a dozen of his most elite guards in a frenzied charge, spears and scimitars raining down!

"Go away!"

Zhao Yun roared, and his iron spear instantly transformed into a curtain of spears!
Ding ding ding! Pfft! Snap!
Gunfire flashed! He precisely parried the thrusting spear tips and deflected the slashing scimitars!

At the same time, the spear tip was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue; with each thrust, a guard would scream and fall from his horse! Either his throat was pierced, or he was shot in the heart! In an instant, five or six people would die!

"I said that!"

"Leave!!!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he swept his gun horizontally, killing several more guards who fell from their horses with screams. Then, his gun shot forward relentlessly toward Gu Qi.

"you!."

Gu Qi was horrified. He had never seen such a fierce and valiant person before. The reddened eyes and the blood-stained man and horse made them look like demons from hell.

puff!
The brief moment of distraction allowed Zhao Yun to seize the opportunity. With a thrust of his spear, he managed to pry the man off the horse's back.

"what!"

A scream escaped from Bone Qi's mouth, followed by a thud as he fell to the ground, his head crushed by a hoof of the white warhorse!
"Hissing sound—!"

With his warhorse's front hooves raised high, Zhao Yun wielded his spear with one hand, thrusting and slashing left and right, instantly sweeping away the encircling Xiongnu cavalry.

"drive!"

The warhorse's front hooves touched the ground, and the man and horse charged out again!
"The Chanyu is dead!"

"The Chanyu is dead!!"

The horrified cries of the Xiongnu cavalrymen who witnessed the gruesome death of the man with his bones.

But before he could finish howling, not far away...

A deafening crash rang out! The thick, hardwood flagpole and the enormous wolf-head banner collapsed with a thunderous roar!

"The great banner has fallen!"

"Gods! The banner has fallen!"

This scene was devastating to the morale of the surrounding nomadic cavalry! The wolf-head banner was the symbol of the Chanyu (ruler), and now that the banner had fallen, there was only one possibility: the Chanyu was gone!

With the fall of the great banner, the surrounding steppe cavalry fell into chaos.

Zhao Yun did not linger in battle; his gaze swept swiftly toward one side of the valley.

"Wen Yuan! Hang in there!"

The blood-red horses galloped straight towards Zhang Liao's troops, who were still locked in fierce combat.

Leading hundreds of archer cavalry, they continuously maximized their ranged advantage within the limited space of the valley.

His face flushed, and his forehead was burning hot; in a short time, his thoughts had reached their limit.

Only then did he manage to stabilize the situation.

Even so, archers around him continued to fall.

"Commander! Chaos! Chaos has broken out behind us!"

A hurried sound came from behind.

He suddenly turned his head to look behind him!
A crimson horse suddenly broke through the ranks of the steppe people and headed straight for them.

"It's the general! General Zhao has arrived! The banner of the grassland people has fallen! Brothers, hold on! There's still a chance!"

"They can speak gibberish! Make them surrender! Quickly!"

Zhang Liao quickly gave the order and shouted.

The archers, who were putting up a fierce resistance, perked up upon hearing this!
The great banner of the grassland people has fallen?!
Among the archer cavalry, those fluent in the Hu language reacted quickly, shouting in Hu: "Your Chanyu is dead! The great banner has fallen! Lay down your weapons and surrender! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

"."

Despite being at a disadvantage, the archer cavalry suddenly appeared to be the besieged army with the upper hand, shouting for the Hu cavalry to surrender.

The shouts of the archers caused a stir among the Xiongnu people at the valley entrance. Some of those who had climbed to higher ground looked down into the valley and indeed saw the Xiongnu main force in disarray, as well as the missing banner.

"It's fallen! It's really fallen!"

High slope on the west side.

Murong Han's eyes were filled with disbelief! He had calculated everything, but he had never expected that Zhao Yun, the White Horseman, could actually kill generals and seize flags amidst a vast army as if they were empty!
"That good-for-nothing Gu Qi!"

His usual composure turned into foul language at this moment. He cursed and shouted, but his hand continued to issue commands.

"Hurry and wipe out the Han army on the west flank! We must not allow them to regroup!"

"Wen Yuan! Hang in there! Yun Lai is here!"

A blood-red warhorse charged out, and Zhao Yun, carrying the stench of blood, arrived at Zhang Liao's location.

His silver armor was now bloodstained, his shoulders, arms, and legs riddled with wounds, and several arrows with broken shafts were embedded in his flesh. "General!"

Seeing Zhao Yun like this, many archers and cavalrymen were deeply moved.

Even Zhang Liao felt his chest churning with emotion at this moment.

Although the fact that they have fallen to such a state is due to the commander's recklessness, with such a commander, what else can they say!
"Brothers! Change swords! Charge into formation!"

"promise!"

The roar echoed through the valley, reaching the ears of all the grassland people, as well as the cavalrymen of the Lüchi Cavalry Camp.

"The general has met up with Commander Zhang and the others! He'll be back to reinforce them soon! Brothers, hold on!"

"Kill these sons of bitches!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!!"

Zhao Yun was completely bloodthirsty! His silver spear danced like a windmill, and his ring-pommel sword was already drawn, ready to strike with both hands!
With spear thrusts and sword slashes, limbs and severed bodies flew everywhere he went, and blood stained the riverbank red like spilled ink! He no longer defended himself; he was fighting with his life on the line!
Several more wounds appeared on his body, and the arrow wound on his left arm was bleeding profusely, but he seemed to feel no pain! He had only one thought in his mind!
We absolutely cannot let Brother Xian's hard work be wasted here!

He once again transformed into an arrowhead, with hundreds of archer cavalrymen who had abandoned their bows for swords forming a sharp arrowhead formation, closely following their general and charging towards the center of the valley like a plow sweeping through a pit!
Hundreds of cavalry charged forward, cutting a bloody path through the valley of steppe people like icebreakers.

In the middle of the valley, the hundreds of cavalrymen, who had formed a wall of horses in formation, heard the dense hoofbeats that sounded like war drums. Their blood surged again, and someone sang out loud!
"How can you say we have no clothes?!"

Then countless followers followed.

"We are comrades-in-arms!!!"

"The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our weapons! We will fight together against this common enemy!"

"How can you say we have no clothes?!" came another hoarse shout.

"Together we share the same fate!!!"

"The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and shields, and fight alongside you!"

"."

The Song of No Clothes was sung again, and hundreds of cavalrymen gripped their reins tightly, waiting.

waiting.

"Mount up!!!"

With a loud shout, everyone moved in unison, leaping onto their horses.

Iron hooves swept past to his side, and the leader, though his body was crimson, had an extremely resolute look in his eyes.

His gaze was no longer tainted with any personal emotions; only a single belief burned within him!

With heavy hooves trampling over the ground, one after another cavalry charge followed the wedge formation, forming a new rear guard.

They can still burn!
The arrowhead formation charged toward the western entrance to the valley, where the last remaining cavalry unit, separated from the main force, still stood.

Zhao Yun's vision was starting to blur, but he couldn't fall down yet; it wasn't time for him to fall!
"Brother Yun, Brother Lan, do you know the will to go even if there are thousands against you? It's the only belief that can pull you out of endless despair. I hope you never have to face that day."

Brother Xian's words echoed in my ears.

Zhao Yun bit his tongue hard, determined to hold on, just a little longer!
"I am Changshan."

"It is Zhao Zilong!!!"

"Barbarians!"
"Die!!"

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes once more. His body was being pushed to its limits as he chewed the last bite of the round cake, which was both spicy and endlessly bitter.

That was the last piece of miraculous medicine that Brother Xian gave him to save his life.

My body began to warm up, and my strength gradually returned.

The blood-red warhorse's hooves struck again.

With a blade in his left hand and a spear in his right, he finally fought his way to the besieged cavalrymen.

"Luqi cavalry! Charge!"

"promise!"

More than a thousand iron cavalry drew a blood-red arc in the valley. Within this arc were hundreds of cavalrymen who had been holding out desperately. They were the first to break through the central army of the grassland coalition and originally intended to turn around and charge again in the valley.

Unexpectedly, a group of soldiers ambushed them at the entrance, keeping them pinned down.

"The general is here!"

"The general has come to our aid!!"

"Brothers! Keep up!!"

"promise!"

The wedge formation passed through the barbarian cavalry, drew an arc, turned around, and headed back towards the center of the valley.

This is not the way out; the east side is!
After rescuing the archer cavalry, Zhang Liao quickly told him the only way out.

At present, the Xiongnu people in the central region are in great chaos, and the eastern exit has been torn apart by Zhang Liao's troops and is barely alive.

Only the troops on the west side were not Xiongnu but Xianbei. During the fierce battle, Zhao Yun quickly recalled all the scenes in Baihe Valley.

He eventually came to the conclusion that the grassland people here were not a one-man army, but that there was another commander who was even more deeply hidden!
If it's not on the east side, and it's not in the center of the valley, then it must be the west entrance/exit!

Therefore, we cannot go to the west. We would rather break through the chaotic Xiongnu people again than face the Xianbei tribe, which still has a commander-in-chief and fighting strength!
"Hold on! Don't fall behind! The way out is just ahead!"

"promise!"

The arrowhead formation continued unabated, and Zhao Yun, with his last ounce of courage, charged into the fray once more.

As expected, the chaotic Xiongnu main force offered no decent resistance, and they easily breached the defenses again.

The entrance and exit of the river valley on the east side.

The few hundred remaining Xiongnu dared not directly confront the overwhelming arrow formation.

The sharp arrowhead pierced through the thick fog.

The warm sunlight returned to everyone.

"Advance at full speed! Don't stop! The Xianbei tribe won't just watch us escape; they will definitely catch up!"

Zhang Liao realized that Zhao Yun no longer had the strength to give orders, so he immediately shouted.

The generals agreed and, without pausing their pace, continued galloping towards a more distant destination.

"General, hold on!"

Zhang Liao approached Zhao Yun with slightly reddened eyes.

The white horse is now a blood-stained horse, and the silver armor is also blood-stained armor.

The moment he burst out of the valley, Zhao Yun felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.

It was teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it might fall at any moment.

"Commander! There's movement ahead!"

A sharp-eyed cavalryman spotted a dust dragon sweeping in from afar and shouted urgently.

Zhang Liao's heart tightened, but then he heard a bright eagle cry overhead.

Kaka——!
With its golden wings spread wide, a majestic eagle hovered above them, as if calling out to something.

"Ahem... Yes... Brother Xian's eagle... Brother Xian is here."

Zhao Yun managed to say his last few words before collapsing backward, unable to hold on any longer.

Zhang Liao reacted quickly, grabbing Zhao Yun's shoulder and shouting at the same time!
"Halt and form ranks!"

"promise!"

The exhausted Luqi cavalry slowly came to a stop.

The dust dragon swept in from afar like a vast army passing through!

Black armor, a flowing cloak, and a long, angled halberd gleaming with a chilling light.

Tears welled up in Zhang Liao's eyes, and he hugged Zhao Yun tightly, shouting towards the approaching figure.

"My lord!!!"

　The plot of "Sweeping Hu" has been criticized a lot, and that's my problem. So I'm cutting the outline and I'll end this part of the plot as soon as possible before starting a new one.

　　I'm sorry to disappoint everyone. I will rewrite the outline and get back on track as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)