Seeing that his subordinates are getting fewer and fewer, Zhao Yun's heart bleeds. These are all real elites, and if this continues, it will be difficult for them to delay the arrival of Jushou's reinforcements. If the military purpose cannot be achieved, the sacrifice of these brothers will be in vain. .
No, he had to find the enemy chief. Only by killing them could the chaos of these Xianbei people continue.
While he was looking for the bandit chief, twenty or thirty Xianbei cavalrymen rushed over on horseback.
The person who was able to surrender the war horses and gather twenty or thirty cavalry troops in such a short period of time was none other than Bu Meng, the most powerful general under Dokoda. The people who came with him were also Centurions and Thousand Commanders. This group of people can be said to be the top combat power of this Xianbei army.
Looking at the extremely tough Bu Meng, Zhao Yun was not worried but happy. This guy looked like a powerful guy at first glance. If he could be killed, it would definitely cause huge damage to the morale of the Xianbei people.
"Kill~"
Thinking of this, Zhao Yun no longer hesitated, roared loudly, and galloped away on horseback.
"Kill him~"
When Bu Meng saw Zhao Yun coming, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Coupled with the scars on his face, he looked like a hungry ghost, terrifying.
The mace was swung round fiercely, and with Zhao Yun's horse in mind, he smashed it down directly. The sound of the mace was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which was terrifying.
“Well done~”
Hearing the noise caused by the mace, Zhao Yun knew that he had found the wrong person.
There was no earth-shattering collision, just a simple stab, twist, exert force, and draw the gun.
There was nothing else in Bu Meng's eyes, only a shiny silver spear head, and then he felt his strength gradually disappearing, and the mace that was originally as light as nothing became as heavy as a stone.
The silver gun was retracted, a line of blood burst out, and the mace fell to the ground with a bang, splashing dust all over the sky.
Bu Meng covered his throat with both hands, trying to block the hole in his neck, but everything was in vain, and his eyes became increasingly blurry.
He tried his best to turn his head to the north. There were his wife, children, old and young, some war horses, cattle and sheep, and the grassland where he was born and raised.
"Farewell~"
One move, a sudden step.
"Kill~"
After killing Bu Meng instantly, Zhao Yun did not stop. The silver spear shed countless rays of silver light like a kaleidoscope. No one in the Xianbei cavalry, whether a centurion or a thousand captain, could match him.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun penetrated the enemy formation, and a dozen Xianbei people were knocked off their horses.
"Kill~"
Turning the horse's head, without hesitation, he rushed into the Xianbei cavalry again, and another seven or eight Xianbei men were picked and killed on the spot.
Two times later, those Xianbei warriors who had been killed were so frightened that when they saw Zhao Yun charging again, they no longer had the courage to face him, and they all galloped away on horseback.
"Hu~hu~hu~"
Seeing the Xianbei people fleeing, Zhao Yun stopped his horse and panted heavily. After resting for a while, he rode out again and killed the Xianbei people where they were gathered.
"Bu Meng, Bu Meng~"
Nearly a hundred personal guards gathered in front of Dokeda's big tent. Even though the entire military camp was in chaos, there was no chaos here at all. The dozens of Xianbei corpses on the ground were the best deterrent.
"Master, don't worry about Bu Meng, let's retreat first~"
The commander of the bodyguard, Shu Chi, was half-kneeling beside Dokoda.
"Withdraw? The enemy only has a few people. I have 5,000 cavalry. Why should I withdraw~"
Docoda looked at his military camp with a cold look on his face, wondering when he had suffered such a big loss in all these years of running across the grassland.
"Now what?"
If Docoda doesn't remove him, there's nothing he can do about Shuchi.
"You lead fifty personal guards to Bu Meng's camp. Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed. When he sees Bu Meng, order him to assemble his troops immediately. I will not leave any of these enemies behind. I will light a sky lantern to comfort my troops when they die."
The heroic spirit~"
"No~"
Dokoda gave the order, and without any hesitation, Jochi led fifty personal guards and rushed towards Bu Meng's military tent.
Encountering Xianbei rebels along the way, they cut them down with one blow and fought all the way to Bu Meng's tent.
"Where's Bu Meng?"
Arriving in front of Bu Meng's tent, Shuchi casually grabbed a Xianbei man and asked him about Bu Meng's whereabouts.
"Commander of the Guards, Bu Meng was killed by the enemy, killed~"
The Xianbei man almost didn't come out when he looked at Shuchi who was covered in blood.
"What did you say? How could Bu Meng die~"
When he heard that Bu Meng had been killed, Jochi couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He didn't believe that Bu Meng would be killed.
"Really~ Master Bumeng led the three thousand captains Kuihu, Zhenshan, and Doku and more than twenty centurions to subdue a group of random horses and launched an attack on the enemy. Who knew he was killed by a devil?
collapse,
Four adults, Bumeng, Kuihu, Zhenshan, and Doku, were killed on the spot, and the remaining centurion fled.
The devil is invincible, let’s run away~run away~"
The Xianbei man collapsed as he spoke, yelling at the devil, and wanted to run away.
"Hurry back to the camp immediately~"
Bu Meng died unexpectedly, and he had to report to Dokeda immediately.
Zhao Yun noticed Shuchi and his group, and rushed over with his horse and spears in hand.
"Devil, the devil is coming~"
The Xianbei people who had just been thrown away by Jochi saw Zhao Yun rushing towards him, their eyes were full of fear, they shouted twice and then tilted their heads. They were so frightened that they died.
"Kill him~"
Juchi had no expression on his face and was just riding alone. Even if he killed Bu Meng, he had nothing to fear, but he had no idea what kind of existence he was about to face.
More than ten personal guards of Xianbei came towards Zhao Yun in a semicircle. Five or six scimitars struck directly at Zhao Yun, while a few others bent down and struck at his horse.
Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. The silver spear in his hand came first, and with one sweep he knocked away all the scimitars that were attacking him. Then he reined in the horse, and saw the horses and men standing up, directly avoiding the horse-killing scimitar.
.
"Kill~"
The silver spear drew a circle, and all the four or five bent Xianbei were swept to death. Then the spear flowers bloomed, and the remaining five or six Xianbei had their throats pierced and fell to the ground bleeding.
Within a few breaths, more than a dozen Xianbei people died, almost scaring Shuchi to death.
"Kill next~"
This time, a total of fifteen Xianbei guards rushed over, slashing at them one after another with scimitars threatening death.
"Kill~"
Zhao Yun's style changed drastically. The silver spear directly picked up a Xianbei guard, and then violently threw him into the Xianbei crowd, knocking three or four people upside down.
Then he galloped forward on his horse, passed through the crowd, and at the same time, his silver spear connected with him, and once again killed four or five Xianbei guards on the ground.
The few remaining Xianbei people looked at Zhao Yun like crazy. They had never seen such a powerful person before, as if they were nothing more than nothing, waiting to be harvested by Zhao Yun.
Jochi finally understood why the Xianbei man called the devil "invincible". In the past, he really didn't believe that anyone could defeat dozens of people, but now he finally saw it.
