Yang Bai didn't even see Zhao Yun's move before Xu Yuan was knocked off his horse. Although he was just an ordinary captain, he was not so vulnerable.
Suddenly remembering the hidden weapons of the Qiang and Yi people, Yang Bai shouted: "Zhao Yun, you dare to use hidden weapons to hurt people, despicable!"
Zhao Yun said coldly: "Who are you? Tell me your name first. You are the nameless ghost who has been shot by me!"
"I am Yang Bai, the great general of Hanzhong!"
Zhao Yun said calmly: "I'll give you an hour to rest. If you don't surrender soon, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"Just wait, I will definitely avenge Xu Yuan!" Yang Bai was shocked and doubtful. He retreated back to the camp and ordered his soldiers to defend it strictly.
Shen Danyan said: "This man is obviously afraid of the enemy, why don't you take advantage of the situation and charge into the camp?"
Zhao Yun said, "We have come here over mountains and rivers at a fast pace. Our men and horses are exhausted. The enemy has been defending here for a long time and is well rested. We should not attack them forcefully. Let us rest first and then fight again."
Shen Dan looked back and saw that all the soldiers were sweating and had chapped lips. Their morale was indeed low. He immediately ordered Shen Yi to lead a thousand soldiers to guard the intersection, and the rest of the soldiers retreated to the shade to get water and rest.
Zhao Yun rode his horse to a hillside from which he could have a panoramic view of the entire enemy camp. He dismounted, took off the bridle and saddle, and let the horse eat grass and drink water, then sat alone under the shade of a tree to take a nap.
Shen Dan brought the water bag and said worriedly, "General, you are so relaxed. What if the enemy suddenly arrives?"
Without even looking up, Zhao Yun ordered, "Tell the soldiers to prepare enough arrows in the forest. If Yang Bai dares to leave the camp, I will kill him!"
Yang Bai returned to the big tent and was worrying about how to deal with Zhao Yun. Suddenly, a scout came to report that the Jingzhou army had retreated to the shade of trees to rest, their formation was disorganized and their morale was low.
"Really?" Yang Bai was in high spirits, and quietly walked out of the rear camp, came to an arrow tower, put his hands on the awning and looked, and couldn't help laughing and said, "Could it be that the gods really appeared and helped me succeed?"
As expected, the soldiers of Jingzhou were seen hiding in the woods in groups of three or four to eat, drink and rest. Zhao Yun was sleeping alone on a low slope, leaning against a big tree. His warhorse had already run to the stream at the bottom of the slope, with the reins and bridle removed.
"Humph, you don't know how to command troops!" Yang Bai saw that Zhao Yun was so relaxed even though the battle was not over yet, and laughed coldly: "What's the use of relying on courage? I will teach you a lesson today."
After descending from the arrow tower, he secretly summoned all the generals in each camp and ordered them to quietly organize their troops without beating drums or ringing gongs. He ordered the soldiers to dress neatly in their tents and attack from three directions a quarter of an hour later.
All the camps went to prepare. Yang Bai drank a big bowl of spring water and suddenly felt refreshed. He dressed neatly, carried his sword and went to the tent and mounted his horse.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the defenders quietly opened the camp gate. As expected, the Jingzhou army in the distance did not notice it. Yang Bai rode out on his horse, and the Hanzhong soldiers attacked from three directions like a tide.
In an instant, the sound of killing was deafening at the foot of Black Tiger Mountain. Yang Bai urged his horse to attack Shen Yi who was guarding the intersection. This man was a defeated general and was not to be feared at all.
Shen Yi was horrified and shouted hurriedly to fight off the enemy. Shen Dan in the rear threw away his dry food and immediately ordered the drums to be beaten. The soldiers of Jingzhou were in the mountains and forests, and they took out their bows and arrows and prepared.
Zhao Yun was on the hillside and had already seen the enemy's movements. He waited for Yang Bai to leave the camp before he stood up suddenly, pursed his lips and whistled. The white horses at the foot of the mountain heard it, raised their heads and neighed, then galloped up the mountain.
Zhao Yun did not even ride a warhorse. He just picked up the bright silver spear, held the horse's back, and with a nimble flip, he mounted the mount. He lightly tapped the horse's belly and rushed straight down the mountain.
Yang Bai led his troops to attack closely, and Shen Yi was unable to resist, so he led his troops to retreat into the hillside. The Hanzhong soldiers chased in, and arrows were fired from the woods, killing and wounding countless people.
Yang Bai was commanding his soldiers to charge when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow approaching. Turning his head, he saw Zhao Yun charging down the mountain, as fast as lightning. His heart was immediately startled.
At this time, the soldiers were charging forward and it was too late to form a formation, so they hastily called on their personal soldiers to defend.
A wave of chaotic arrows shot at him, but Zhao Yun, sitting on a horse without a bridle, was as steady as a rock. He waved his bright silver spear to deflect the arrows. The white dragon horse neighed loudly and leaped down from halfway up the slope.
Seeing this man and his horse descending like divine soldiers from the sky, the Hanzhong soldiers were in an uproar. It was too late for them to shoot arrows, and they all dodged in all directions.
"Ah—don't come over here—"
Yang Bai was completely intimidated by Zhao Yun's momentum. He was so frightened that he screamed and rode his horse to escape.
Boom!
The mount's four hooves landed on the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust. The bright silver spear swept across, and a large number of Hanzhong soldiers fell down.
"Yang Bai, don't run!" Zhao Yun patted the horse's neck lightly, and the White Dragon Horse also identified the target and chased after the general with cloak.
I saw a white shadow moving through the chaotic army. Wherever it passed, people and horses fell to the ground and screams were heard. There was no enemy that could match it at all.
Although Yang Bai's mount is not bad, it is far inferior to Zhao Yun's BMW. This horse was given to him by his master when he came down the mountain. It came from the depths of the desert and is said to be a descendant of a celestial horse.
This horse is pure white like snow, without a single stray hair on its body. It is more than ten feet long and eight feet tall. It can travel a thousand miles a day. The horse dealer calls it Bailongju, and the master named it Sailongque.
The horse galloped with all four hooves, as powerful as a swimming dragon, stretching and swift, and in the blink of an eye it caught up with Yang Bai in the chaotic army.
Yang Bai was riding his horse at full speed when he heard screams getting closer and closer behind him. When he turned around suddenly, Zhao Yun had already rushed in front of him, stabbing at him with a bright silver spear with a sound of breaking wind.
An inexplicable fear surged in his heart, and Yang Bai felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. His whole body was stiff, and as the cold wind approached, he was unable to move and had no intention of resisting.
"I am Yang..." Yang Bai screamed and subconsciously raised his sword, wanting to reveal his identity, but it was too late.
Puff—
With a crisp sound, he clearly heard the sound of the spear tip piercing through the armor and penetrating into the flesh and bones. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.
Zhao Yun's men were still galloping, and he lifted Yang Bai up in the air, shouting, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"
A string of hot blood splashed on everyone's heads. The Hanzhong soldiers were already frightened by Zhao Yun's killing and fled in all directions. When they saw Yang Bai being killed again, they knelt down and surrendered.
At this time, Zhao Yun's personal soldiers had also arrived, followed closely by three hundred white horse soldiers. Some of them were former subordinates and descendants of the White Horse Volunteers, with excellent riding skills and a neat formation.
Every member of the White Horse Volunteers is skilled in riding and shooting. They form a formation, with the outer soldiers swinging their swords to kill the enemies while the inner cavalry draws their bows and draws their arrows. Now, following Zhao Yun, they are even more powerful than Gongsun Zan and are simply invincible.
In the front, Zhao Yun cut through the thorns and tore open a gap, while the cavalry in the back just swung their swords to kill the enemies, and the cavalry in the middle shot bows left and right, killing the officers and archers in the distance.
At this moment, everyone seemed to have returned to the scene of galloping across the Great Wall and chasing the Hu people. Everyone's blood was boiling, and they rushed straight to the enemy camp like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
The Hanzhong soldiers were already in a panic, and with their general killed, there was no one to lead them. After a brief resistance, they fled in all directions. Some even knelt down and surrendered from a distance to avoid being shot by arrows.
Shen Dan and Shen Yi just organized their soldiers to counterattack, but suddenly they saw the Hanzhong soldiers scattering. When they chased after them, they saw Zhao Yun rushing into the camp alone, carrying Yang Bai's body. Wherever he passed, the enemy soldiers fell to their knees like straw blown by the wind.
The two of them had seen Yang Bai's abilities before, so they looked at each other in amazement and said, "Zhao Zilong of Changshan is so terrifying!"