Chapter 609 Small Victory

"Kill the slaves!"

Seeing that the losses were so small, the morale of the Youzhou soldiers was greatly boosted. They clamped their horseshoes in their hands and rushed forward fiercely. The horses in their hands were very powerful. As the saying goes, every inch is longer and stronger. When thrust out from a distance, the Wuhuan people immediately fell off their horses.

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

"They seem to be Gongsun Zan's subordinates."

"Hundred households, the Han slaves are powerful, why don't we withdraw first?"

After a face-to-face encounter, nearly half of the Wuhuan Hundreds were dead or wounded. This group of Wuhuan people who were originally very arrogant were frightened and looked at the Youzhou soldiers opposite with some fear.

The centurion touched his shoulder in shock and said loudly: "Retreat, join several other centurions and come back to deal with these damn Han slaves!"

The Wuhuan soldiers had long wanted to retreat. They all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the centurion's order. Then they turned around and gathered together. They didn't even want to take away the Han people, cattle and sheep that they had captured, and left directly. , seems to be avoided.

"Chase!" Gongsun Xu waved his double-headed iron spear and wanted to pursue him, but was stopped by Zhao Yun.

"Boyan, stop."

Zhao Yun said calmly: "Don't chase the poor bandits. Each of these Wuhuan people has one person and two horses. They run away quickly and it is difficult to catch up."

"Besides, there are so many people here who need to be taken care of, forget it." Zhao Yun turned around and said.

"What a pity." Gongsun Xu snorted and pulled the reins.

Zhao Yun rode his horse to the side of the Han people, jumped off his horse, and cupped his hands and said: "I am Zhao Yun, the commander of the camp under the command of General Baima. Please rest assured, common people, I will be here to protect you."

"Master Wang!"

"Thank you, General. Thank you, General."

"So, can I go home?"

Many people were all jubilant and cheering, with tears in their eyes as they bowed down to express their gratitude to the more than a hundred Youzhou soldiers.

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

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

The frail middle-aged man stood up with the help of the young man and coughed a few times.

"Uncle, please tell me something." Zhao Yun walked over, gently supported the middle-aged man, and said warmly.

"Young 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 rampant. I'm afraid that these Wuhuan people are coming in groups." The Wuhuan people did not retreat, but went to find another centurion."

"Thousands of people?" Gongsun Xu frowned and said to Zhao Yun: "Zilong, I know that you have always been brave, but I can't wait for a hundred people, and today I lost a few brothers. If the Wuhuan centurion summoned several Hundreds of people are coming, what should I do?"

When the hundreds of Youzhou soldiers who had just won heard this, their expressions froze.

Thousands of people? There are only a hundred of them, how can they defeat thousands of people?

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yun calmly analyzed: "Shanggu County is a vast area, and thousands of people must be spread out like a fishing net. The Wuhuan people will at most be entangled with a few hundred-man teams nearby. As long as they are well-organized, they may not be unable to win. "

"Properly planned?" Gongsun Xu said dissatisfied: "Even if it is properly planned, we brothers will probably suffer heavy casualties. How can we complete the great cause by then?"

Because of his father's death, Gongsun Xu was full of hatred for Yuan Shao and 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.

"Bo Yan." Zhao Yun turned around, pulled Gongsun Xu aside, and said in a deep voice: "Do you mean that we should avoid the Wuhuan people and abandon these people?"

"Otherwise?" Gongsun Xu whispered: "For the sake of these old, weak, sick and disabled, is it possible to abandon these hundreds of talented people?"

"Bo Yan, how can you say that?" Zhao Yun looked angry: "We are Youzhou soldiers and horses. We should inherit the legacy of General Baima and expel the Wuhuan people. How can we abandon the people?"

"Besides, if we want to take back Youzhou, we absolutely cannot do without the support of the people." Zhao Yun said seriously: "If we give up on these people today, how can we get the support of the people of Youzhou in the future? If there is no support from the people, How can our army recapture Youzhou?"

Gongsun Xu sighed: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, but how will this battle be fought?"

"Our army currently only has more than 110 people, and we lost a few more just now." Gongsun Xu frowned and said, "Who knows how many soldiers and horses this Wuhuan man can gather. I can't bear to wait for three or four hundred men." .”

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

"I have an idea!"

"What's your idea? Let's talk about it." Gongsun Xu asked hurriedly.

"They can help us defeat the enemy." Zhao Yun pointed to the rescued Han people with a smile.

"Them?" Gongsun Xu sneered: "It would be great if they don't hold me back, but they also help me defeat the enemy?"

"Just follow my arrangements." Zhao Yun smiled.

Having said that, Zhao Yun immediately made arrangements to recruit young and middle-aged men over 16 and under 50 years old among the more than 800 people. There were about 300 people. They whittled wood into guns, each with one in hand.

During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the distinction between spears and spears was very clear. A spear was a wooden stick with an iron head, while a spear was made by whittling wood into a sharp point. Only military generals were qualified to use iron spears. Therefore, the general imperial army uses long spears, while the Yellow Turban Army uses long spears.

Zhao Yun hid the old, weak, women and children behind a hill, while the young and strong also ambush, while more than a hundred Youzhou cavalry stood in place.

"Hmph, they are right in front!" shouted the Wuhuan centurion, and behind him were three Wuhuan centurions, plus half of his own team, a mighty force of more than 300 people. Each person is a man with two horses, and seven white war horses are galloping on the ground, stirring up smoke and dust all the way, and the momentum is not small.

"Haha, Nurgai, you yourself were defeated, don't exaggerate the strength of these Han people." Another centurion laughed.

"It's just that you were frightened, right?"

Centurion Nurgai was ashamed and angry: "You two are just farting. You will know when you fight these cunning Han soldiers."

"I want to see what these Han slaves are capable of." Another tall centurion wearing armor sneered.

"Children, let these Han slaves see how powerful our Wuhuan warriors are!"

"Haha, kill the Han slaves!"