Yun Wenfang was silent for a moment, and suddenly let out a low laugh. This laugh made Xiao Heng feel uneasy, and a fear surged from the depths of his heart.
Yun Wenfang's voice, tinged with laughter, echoed above Xiao Heng's head. "You know what? Someone once said the same thing to me. He said I should be thankful my last name is Yun, otherwise I wouldn't be alive today. I was young and hot-headed when I heard this, so I scoffed at it. But now I kind of agree with what he said. Same people, different fates, that's what it means."
Xiao Heng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that he had escaped death.
But then Yun Wenfang said: "It's a pity that you still have to die."
Xiao Heng raised his head in horror, but Yun Wenfang had already swung his sword and chopped off Xiao Heng's head neatly. Xiao Heng died before he could even scream.
Yun Wenfang expressionlessly lifted up Xiao Heng's head with his sword, tore off his cloak to wrap it, and hung it on the horse's head.
He twitched the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Because the person who said that is the person I hate the most. Just because he has the same last name as you, I lost the most important person in my life."
Yun Wenfang dealt with Xiao Heng, and the subordinates behind him also ended the battle smoothly. Although the people led by Xiao Heng were not a mob, they still ended up being wiped out. Although Yun Wenfang's men did not escape unscathed, this record was something they were proud of.
When Yun Wenfang returned with Xiao Heng's head, the calm young man gave a few instructions to the people below, and then those elite soldiers began to disperse to finish off the enemies who had already fallen to the ground.
Yun Wenfang said indifferently, "Don't worry about these trash, there are more important things to do." Then he turned his horse around and headed towards the place where the imperial army was ambushing.
When the young man saw this, he quickly gave a few instructions, left behind a dozen people to clean up the battlefield, and had someone send the old princess's body back to the city. He then followed Yun Wenfang.
More than a hundred men against an army of several thousand was like throwing an egg against a rock, which was beyond their ability. However, Yun Wenfang was not afraid. He led his elite troops to charge through the imperial army. No one expected that the raiders would not come at night but at dawn. They were having breakfast at the time, so they were killed by surprise.
Most of these soldiers who were trained by the court with favorable conditions had never really experienced war. In recent years, the northern and western borders of the Zhou Dynasty were guarded by the Yanbei Army, so when Yun Wenfang sent these more than one hundred people into the enemy camp, it was like passing through an uninhabited area.
After Yun Wenfang dispersed their troops, he didn't linger in the fight and charged out from the other side. The imperial army also reacted, organizing four or five hundred men to pursue them. Unfortunately, their horses were no match for the fine horses from the northwest, and Yun Wenfang, relying on his knowledge of the terrain, eventually led them into a ravine.
The canyon was long and narrow, and no matter how many people there were, they could not gain an advantage. In the end, the four or five hundred soldiers could only be passively killed by Yun Wenfang's men.
Yun Wenfang had no intention of facing those thousands of troops head-on. He only used surprise attacks and guerrilla warfare to make the enemy's troops run around in circles.
But this method is fine if used once or twice, but it will be useless if used too much.
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