The leader of the barbarian army and the Marquis of Zhenyuan were evenly matched. They fought for three hundred rounds, and the surrounding area became a vacuum zone, with only the two of them left fighting fiercely.
When the barbarian leader saw that the situation was not good for his side, he decided to retreat. After a feint, he rode his horse and ran away, shouting, "Retreat, retreat quickly!" Then he ran out first.
When the barbarian soldiers saw that their leader had run away, they also wanted to retreat and turned around and ran after their leader.
The direction in which the barbarian leader fled was exactly where Anyong was. Anyong had already noticed the barbarian leader a long time ago. He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed the nearest barbarian cavalryman. The cavalryman was injured and fell to the ground. After Anyong slashed him again, he jumped on his horse and rushed towards the barbarian leader.
When he was about to reach the barbarian leader, he swung the long knife in his hand and chopped down. The barbarian leader didn't take the unknown soldier seriously at all, and just raised his axe to block it casually. Who knew that An Yong had been practicing martial arts for many years and was much stronger than ordinary people. He used all his strength in this chop. The barbarian leader only blocked the axe slightly, but the long knife was still going strong, and chopped the barbarian leader's chest with one chop, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The barbarian leader cried out in pain, and his blood was aroused. He swung the double axes in his hands and started fighting with An Yong.
An Yong was afraid that something might happen, so he decided to fight quickly and decisively, using all his strength in every strike. The barbarian leader had already fought with Zhenyuan Hou for three hundred rounds and was exhausted. He had just been injured, so he was no match for An Yong. After a few rounds, he was already losing.
The barbarian leader wanted to retreat, so he used the same old trick again, making a feint and trying to escape.
But how could An Yong give up the fat meat at his fingertips? He was determined to kill the barbarian leader even at the risk of getting injured.
So he ignored the barbarian leader's axe and rushed forward, chopping off the barbarian leader's head with one blow. The barbarian leader's axe also cut a deep gash in An Yong's chest, and fortunately it was a feint by the barbarian leader, otherwise An Yong would have been dead.
Zheng Rong had been paying attention to this side for a long time, just waiting for An Yong to be defeated so that he could rescue him immediately. Who knew that his nephew was so powerful and killed the barbarian leader.
So he shouted, "The barbarian leader is dead, you all should surrender quickly!" This voice spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred people, and the voices of "The barbarian leader is dead, you all should surrender quickly!" rang out one after another on the battlefield.
When Zheng Rong saw that his nephew was injured, he quickly rode his horse to Anyong's side and helped him resist the barbarian army that was driven crazy by the news of the death of the barbarian leader. When the soldiers in the same team as Anyong saw that Anyong had made a great contribution, they also surrounded Anyong and surrounded him in the middle.
Gensheng ran to pick up the head of the barbarian leader and handed it to An Yong. An Yong held the head of the barbarian leader in the air and shouted loudly: "The barbarian leader is dead, why don't you surrender quickly!"
So a small number of them put down their weapons, put their hands on their heads, and squatted down.
Another large number followed other barbarian generals to break out of the encirclement and escape.
A general requested for permission and said, "Commander-in-chief, I request to lead 10,000 soldiers to chase the barbarians." As soon as the words fell, several voices sounded at the same time, all requesting permission to pursue the enemy.
The Marquis of Zhenyuan looked around at everyone and said, "Order General Wang to pursue the enemy for 20 miles." General Wang bowed and said, "I will obey your orders."
Then he led 10,000 soldiers to pursue the enemy. Zhenyuan Hou said, "General Li will be in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, and the others will follow me back to the city." After thinking for a while, he said, "Let the centurion who just killed the barbarian leader bandage his wound and come to my study later."
General Li bowed and said, "Yes, Commander."
After An Yong bandaged his wound, he went to the commander-in-chief's residence under the guidance of Captain Zheng. After explaining their purpose, the soldier guarding the door took the two of them directly to the study.
The personal soldier guarding outside the study went in to report, and Marquis Zhenyuan invited the two men in.
After Lieutenant Zheng and An Yong exchanged greetings, Marquis Zhenyuan said, "You two should sit down and talk."
Captain Zheng and An Yong sat on the chairs beside them. After seeing the two of them sitting down, Zhenyuan Hou asked An Yong, "What's your name? Where are you from?"
An Yong replied: "My name is An Yong, and I am from Beichuan County."
Marquis Zhenyuan nodded and said, "Well, you did a good job today. I will report your achievements to the court. You can go to my doctor for treatment later. I will give you a month's vacation to recover from your injuries."
An Yong quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Thank you, Commander."
Marquis Zhenyuan looked at Captain Zheng and said, "Captain Zheng, do you have something to ask me?"
Captain Zheng said quickly, "I'm fine, but An Yong is the son of my sworn brother. I was afraid that this kid would offend the commander again when he met him for the first time, so I followed him."
Zhenyuan Hou chuckled and said, "I think you are afraid that I will embarrass An Yong!"
Captain Zheng chuckled and said, "I dare not. Everyone knows that the commander loves his soldiers like his own sons."
Zhenyuan Hou waved his hand and said, "Okay, take An Yong down with you."
Captain Zheng and An Yong stood up, saluted, and left. Marquis Zhenyuan looked at the two men who left and thought to himself, "This An Yong knows how to advance and retreat, and is very brave on the battlefield. He is a talented person who can be cultivated."
Coming out of the study, Captain Zheng said, "The commander has a good impression of you. Perform well. Your uncle will be relying on you from now on."
An Yong smiled and said, "Uncle Zheng, you are too polite. I would like to thank you for your care."
Captain Zheng smiled and said, "We are all family, no need to be polite. Pack up your things later and stay at my house while you recover from your injuries! You must make up for your health while you are young, otherwise you will suffer when you are old."
An Yong did not refuse and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zheng."
The two went to the court doctor again and asked him to treat them. The court doctor looked at the bandaged wound, nodded, and said, "The wound was treated very well. I will prescribe some blood-replenishing medicine later. Just take a few doses."
After that, he picked up a pen and wrote a prescription, saying, "You can take this prescription to Huichuntang to get the medicine."
An Yong thanked the court physician, returned to the tent with Captain Zheng, packed some clothes, and then went to Captain Zheng's home with him.
An Yong and Captain Zheng first went to Huichun Hall to get the medicine, and then returned to Zheng's house. The two entered the main hall and saw Zhao sitting in the main hall. An Yong bowed to Zhao and said, "Hello, auntie."
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