"General's divine might!!"
Zhao Yun not only killed enemy generals but also charged into the enemy ranks and wreaked havoc on all sides.
The thousand Xiliang cavalrymen following behind cheered and charged forward together.
Putting aside the advantages in equipment and warhorses, the sheer ferocity of Zhao Yun alone terrified the Yuezhi cavalry.
As soon as the two sides made contact, the Yuezhi were slaughtered without any ability to resist and quickly turned their horses around to flee back to their main camp.
Zhao Yun led his men in pursuit until they were about 300 paces away from the Yuezhi army before stopping.
In just one battle, the three thousand cavalrymen sent by the Lesser Yuezhi suffered more than seven hundred casualties, including their leader.
At this moment, Zhao Yun's white robe was stained crimson with blood, and his white horse had transformed into a blood-sweating steed. The man and his horse seemed to have emerged from the blood pool, which terrified the group of Yuezhi cavalry.
Zhao Yun, however, reined in his horse and brandished his spear, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the several figures guarded in the center of the Yuezhi army.
Those people were all leaders of various tribes of the Lesser Yuezhi. If we could kill them, the Lesser Yuezhi army would immediately fall into disarray and be easily defeated.
"I've heard that my senior brother once managed to take the head of an enemy general amidst a sea of soldiers. Today, I'll give it a try!"
With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Yun couldn't help but lick his lips.
Ever since graduating from the Imperial Guard, Zhao Yun has regarded Lü Bu as the person he wanted to surpass. He wanted to do everything that Lü Bu could do.
Immediately, Zhao Yun stared intently at those figures, carefully calculated the distance between himself and the Yuezhi leaders, and, combined with the combat strength of the thousand Xiliang cavalry behind him, estimated his chances of charging into the enemy formation.
"They are nearly 600 paces away, and there are almost 500 people blocking their way. It will take 30 breaths to charge them all the way. We can charge now..."
Soon, Zhao Yun concluded through calculations that it was feasible to proceed.
"Charge! Kill them...kill them!"
Just then, a slightly trembling shout rang out from the Yuezhi army formation.
It turned out that a leader had become somewhat afraid of Zhao Yun's gaze and directly ordered his army to charge at him, wanting to kill this fearsome fellow.
"Xiliang Iron Cavalry, follow me as I charge and slay enemy generals!!"
As soon as the Yuezhi leader finished speaking, Zhao Yun roared, drowning out the other's shout, and immediately spurred his horse toward the enemy formation.
"kill!!"
The thousand Xiliang cavalrymen behind him roared in unison and followed closely behind Zhao Yun.
Generals are the courage of soldiers. With Zhao Yun leading the way, the morale of these thousand Xiliang cavalrymen reached its peak.
Facing 40,000 enemy troops, this thousand Xiliang cavalrymen showed not the slightest hesitation or fear.
On the other hand, the Yuezhi cavalry were intimidated by the aura emanating from Zhao Yun and the thousand Xiliang cavalry.
Especially the Yuezhi cavalry in the front row, who were so frightened that they couldn't help but shrink back.
This scene reminded them of the time a few years ago when Lü Bu led his troops to attack their Yuezhi tribe.
Back then, Lu Bu was just like Zhao Yun before him. With only a few hundred men, he dared to charge head-on into their main force, and in the end, he easily killed their leader and left triumphantly.
Just as the Yuezhi cavalry were filled with fear, Zhao Yun had already charged to the front of the Yuezhi army.
"Those who block my way shall die!!"
With a roar from Zhao Yun, a Yuezhi cavalryman blocking his path was pierced through the body by his spear and thrown away, knocking four Yuezhi cavalrymen behind him off their horses.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding Yuezhi cavalrymen's expressions changed, and they subconsciously pulled on their reins, squeezing to the sides, fearing that they would be stabbed to death by this Han general.
Faced with an enemy whose strength is unknown, some people might think of taking a chance, but when faced with a powerful enemy, few would willingly go up to their death.
In an instant, wherever Zhao Yun went, the Yuezhi cavalrymen all stepped aside, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun had rushed to a distance of two hundred paces from the leaders of the Little Yuezhi.
"Quick, stop him!!"
Seeing that the Han general was coming for them, the Yuezhi leaders became anxious and immediately started shouting.
The guards following behind them had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to block them.
At the same time, Zhao Yun also charged forward.
Seeing that several hundred guards were blocking the leaders, Zhao Yun did not hesitate at all. He immediately raised his spear, spurred his horse, and charged straight at the captain of the guards in the middle.
The captain of the personal guard only managed to block for one round before being stabbed off his horse by Zhao Yun, much to the shock of his followers.
Just then, dozens of Xiliang cavalrymen also rushed over and protected Zhao Yun's flank and rear.
"Brothers, follow me and kill!"
Zhao Yun roared and spurred his horse's flanks. His horse immediately pushed off with its hind legs, carrying Zhao Yun directly over the heads of the guards.
Everyone who saw this was terrified.
It's one thing for people to be fierce, but how come their warhorses are so terrifying?
Just as everyone was shocked, the warhorse carrying Zhao Yun landed smoothly and then charged straight towards the leaders.
"Run...scatter and run!"
The leaders were terrified at the sight and quickly turned and disappeared into the crowd, running off in different directions.
As the leaders fled, the surrounding soldiers also scrambled to escape, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
Zhao Yun fixed his gaze on one man and was about to step forward to kill him, but the enemy soldiers were in a state of chaos and jostling each other, blocking Zhao Yun's path.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun immediately sheathed his spear, then took out his bow and arrow and aimed at the leader in the crowd.
With a "whoosh," the arrow flew like a meteor, piercing directly through the leader's chest.
After dealing with the leader, Zhao Yun immediately turned his attention to the other leader, quickly took out an arrow, and shot him dead.
Thus, after shooting down two leaders in succession, the other three leaders took advantage of the gap and disappeared into the fleeing crowd.
Just as Zhao Yun had guessed, with the two leaders killed and the three leaders fleeing, the Yuezhi army, now without its commander, immediately fell into disarray, their minds filled with thoughts of escaping.
Zhao Yun immediately turned around and joined up with his thousand Xiliang cavalrymen, and then began to pursue the Yuezhi army.
At this moment, the Yuezhi cavalrymen were like frightened sheep; despite their large numbers, not one of them dared to turn around and resist.
Under the leadership of the fierce general Zhao Yun, a thousand fierce Xiliang cavalrymen pursued the enemy for more than ten miles before stopping.
The Yuezhi suffered a loss of about 5,000 men, nearly 90% of whom were trampled to death while fleeing.
"General's divine might!!"
Upon seeing that 40,000 enemy troops had been utterly defeated by their own 1,000 men, the Xiliang cavalrymen immediately cheered loudly.
Cheers echoed in all directions, startling the Yuezhi cavalry ahead, who fled even faster.
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