Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

This scene surprised Zhao Yun and made Qiu Liju want to vomit blood.

For a time, a rather dramatic scene unfolded within the vast Wuhuan army.

Amidst the path cleared by a large number of Wuhuan people, Qiu Liju, protected by his personal guards, fled forward, while Zhao Yun led the White Horse Riders in pursuit from behind.

Seeing this, Qiu Liju's already anxious heart was completely crushed. He no longer hoped for anyone to stop Zhao Yun, and instead, he vigorously whipped his horse, urging it to accelerate forward.

The warhorse that Qiu Liju used as his mount was naturally not a poor one. Even if a thousand-mile horse was hard to find, it was still a fine steed that was rare to come by. As it galloped wildly, it swiftly headed towards the pontoon bridge.

However, as fast as Qiu Liju's mount was, the Night Shining Jade Lion was even faster.

Even though the Night Shining Jade Lion was carrying Zhao Yun as he charged in and out of the Wuhuan army three times, it still sped up with incredible speed under Zhao Yun's urging.

Although this inevitably led to Zhao Yun's separation from the White Horse Riders, it also allowed Zhao Yun to close the distance with Qiu Liju at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Zhao Yun getting closer and closer, as if the rapid sound of hooves was already within reach.

Qiu Liju looked back and was so frightened by Zhao Yun, who was only ten steps away, that his soul almost left his body.

At this moment, Qiu Liju only regretted that his previous mount had been seized by the Yan man Zhang San. Otherwise, even if Zhao Yun's mount was also a thousand-mile horse, it would never have been able to catch up to him after charging back and forth.

At this moment, only a dozen personal guards remained to protect Qiu Liju.

Seeing this, Qiu Liju could only shout urgently.

"Stop him!"

These personal guards could all be considered death warriors raised by Qiu Liju. Hearing Qiu Liju's order, even though they knew they were no match for Zhao Yun, they still attacked Zhao Yun one after another.

Qiu Liju did not look back. He also knew very well that those personal guards would not be Zhao Yun's opponents, and could only hope that they could delay him long enough.

Only by crossing the pontoon bridge first could Qiu Liju directly cut off the bridge, cutting off Zhao Yun's pursuit.

As for the safety of the rest of the Wuhuan army, Qiu Liju could no longer care about that at this moment.

The screams of the personal guards reached Qiu Liju's ears one after another, but Qiu Liju turned a deaf ear, his eyes fixed on the pontoon bridge that was already within reach.

Closer!

Closer!!!

Qiu Liju kept urging his mount to accelerate. Finally, he was only one step away from the pontoon bridge. The mount carried Qiu Liju as he leaped towards the pontoon bridge in front of him.

Finally… arrived!

A look of joy appeared on Qiu Liju's face.

However, before Qiu Liju could completely relax from the immense pressure brought by Zhao Yun and the joy of escaping, a sudden sound pierced the air.

"Puchi!"

Qiu Liju only felt a pain in his back, and the tip of a spear pierced through Qiu Liju's chest.

Qiu Liju looked down in disbelief, and then his consciousness completely plunged into darkness. His huge, bear-like body fell weakly towards the pontoon bridge in mid-air.

"Bang!"

Afterward, Zhao Yun rode the Night Shining Jade Lion slowly, grasping the shaft of the Cliff Corner Spear and pulling it out of Qiu Liju's chest.

Subsequently, a White Horse Rider who was the first to arrive, looked at Qiu Liju who died under Zhao Yun's spear, and a look of joy appeared on his face. Without waiting for Zhao Yun to dismount himself, he first jumped off his horse beside Zhao Yun, and then drew his sword and cut off Qiu Liju's head, holding it up with both hands and handing it to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun did not take it, but asked.

"What is your name?"

"Reporting to the General, I am Tian Yu from Yuyang," Tian Yu replied with impassioned tone.

Zhao Yun nodded slightly, having a good impression of Tian Yu.

When charging into the Wuhuan army just now, Tian Yu was almost always following closely, never breaking away, and occasionally directing the rear White Horse Riders to maintain their formation.

Now, Tian Yu was also the first to arrive, showing that his ability was also quite extraordinary among the White Horse Riders.

"Trouble you to tie this head to the spear, and then follow by Yun's side, how about it?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Yes, General!"

Immediately, Tian Yu, who was well-versed in military tactics, understood Zhao Yun's intention, intending to further disintegrate the morale of the Wuhuan army with Qiu Liju's head.

As for why Zhao Yun didn't tie it to his own Cliff Corner Spear, it was naturally to avoid affecting his combat power.

During the brief conversation between Zhao Yun and Tian Yu, the rest of the White Horse Riders had also broken out of the Wuhuan army again, gathering in front of Zhao Yun and re-forming their formation.

Afterward, Zhao Yun signaled Tian Yu to follow, walked to the front of the Wuhuan army, and said loudly.

"Qiu Liju has been beheaded, why don't you surrender?"

After Zhao Yun's voice fell, the rest of the White Horse Riders also repeated it three times, their voices traveling for miles.

Countless Wuhuan people looked up in the direction of Zhao Yun, looking at the head held high by Tian Yu. Although the vast majority of Wuhuan people could not see the appearance of the head clearly, the fact that Qiu Liju did not stand up to refute that it was not his head undoubtedly proved the reality.

For a time, the morale of the remaining 30,000 Wuhuan troops, after Zhao Yun led the White Horse Riders to charge back and forth, completely dropped to freezing point, and even had a tendency to collapse directly.

However, Zhao Yun had already led the White Horse Riders to guard in front of the pontoon bridge, so where could the remaining Wuhuan people cross the river?

Suddenly, a dense sound of horses' hooves echoed in the distance.

The "Han" flag took the lead, followed by Han cavalry covering the mountains and plains, approaching the direction of the Wuhuan army like a tide.

This scene completely shattered the last trace of luck in the hearts of the Wuhuan people.

As the first Wuhuan person put down his weapon, the rest of the Wuhuan people also chose to surrender.

This scene, on the other hand, stunned Gongsun Zan, who had just arrived.

Originally, Gongsun Zan thought there would be a bitter battle and was prepared to fight the Wuhuan people to the end. He didn't expect that the Wuhuan army, which clearly still had a numerical advantage, would choose to surrender just as he led his cavalry to arrive.

Until Gongsun Zan frowned with an unfriendly expression and sent people to collect the weapons of the Wuhuan people, and then listened to Zhao Yun's report, who was covered in blood.

Gongsun Zan, who had always had a serious and upright expression, now had a bit of a "Are you kidding me?" expression on his face.

In the past, Gongsun Zan had also sparred with Zhao Yun, and had repeatedly praised Zhao Yun for being able to fight him to a draw at such a young age.

Although Zhao Yun reported the process in a very humble tone, it was difficult to hide the fact that Zhao Yun had charged into the enemy camp alone, led two thousand White Horse Riders to charge in and out of the army of more than 30,000 three times, and finally beheaded Qiu Liju and forced the Wuhuan army to surrender.

It was only because Gongsun Zan was quite familiar with Zhao Yun's character, otherwise his first reaction would have been to have someone drag this madman who falsely reported military information down and behead him.

Gongsun Zan's gaze made Zhao Yun feel quite embarrassed. In hindsight, Zhao Yun realized that he seemed to have gone too far.

"Zilong, are you serious?" Gongsun Zan asked again and again.

Zhao Yun felt that his face was a little hot, and he quickly cupped his hands and replied.

"Yun dares not speak falsely."

Gongsun Zan's eyebrows twitched fiercely, but Qiu Liju's head could not be faked, and the surrender of the 30,000 Wuhuan army could not be faked either.

This made Gongsun Zan silent for a long time before asking.

"Zilong, how did you do it?"

Zhao Yun answered vaguely.

"Sorry, General Gongsun, Yun only felt that there was anger rising in his stomach at the time, and his mind was hot, so he did this. Moreover, this is also thanks to the White Horse Riders who were not afraid of death and guarded on the left and right. It is by no means Yun's achievement alone."

Hearing this, Gongsun Zan couldn't help but reach out and stroke his short beard, full of doubts.

'Aren't the White Horse Riders that I personally formed good at riding and shooting?'

Even though their close combat ability is also outstanding, Gongsun Zan had never really imagined that the White Horse Riders would also have the ability to charge into battle and break the enemy's formation.

'Could it be that my understanding of the White Horse Riders is still too little?'

'The White Horse Riders' ability to charge into battle is also extremely outstanding? Perhaps, there may be a chance to try it out myself?'

However, even though Gongsun Zan knew Zhao Yun's character quite well, this matter still seemed quite magical in Gongsun Zan's eyes.

Therefore, after Gongsun Zan asked Zhao Yun, he did not forget to ask several White Horse Riders and Wuhuan people. The results were similar to what Zhao Yun said. Even comparing the two, Zhao Yun's statement was even more realistic.

In the mouths of other people, Zhao Yun was like a divine general descending to earth, invincible, traversing the 30,000-strong army as if walking on flat ground. Being able to break the formation and behead the general was all Zhao Yun's credit. The White Horse Riders were only a point of embellishment.

Gongsun Zan naturally did not believe these words. Instead, he criticized them for being ignorant. On the contrary, he secretly believed Zhao Yun's statement a little more.

After Gongsun Zan led the Han cavalry to clean up the battlefield, looking at the approximately 30,000 surrendered Wuhuan people, he had no intention of bringing them back to Jicheng at all.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Gongsun Zan's eyes, and he slowly said.

"This place is still Han territory. Killing these Hu dogs here is just right to commemorate the spirits of the Han people who were harmed by them."

Zhao Yun, who was already exhausted, was shocked when he heard this, and quickly said.

"General Gongsun, please wait."

"What? Zilong, do you have any objections?" Gongsun Zan asked in confusion.

Knowing Gongsun Zan's character well, Zhao Yun thought for a moment and said euphemistically. "Killing prisoners is not auspicious, and it is possible that Mr. Zikun has other arrangements for these prisoners."

Hearing this, Gongsun Zan scoffed at the so-called "killing prisoners is not auspicious."

In Gongsun Zan's eyes, only dead Hu people were good Hu people. Leaving them behind was not only an eyesore, but also a waste of food.

Moreover, Gongsun Zan was even more worried that Liu Yu's weak and conservative nature might lead him to release these Wuhuan people on some ridiculous pretext, which would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Therefore, Gongsun Zan had originally resolved to deal with these Wuhuan people once and for all, to avoid future troubles.

However, Gongsun Zan was moved by the second half of Zhao Yun's words, thinking that perhaps Li Ji might have other plans for these Wuhuan prisoners.

Gongsun Zan pondered for a moment and then said,

"Very well, then we will spare the lives of these barbarian dogs for a little while longer. Judging by the distance, Master Zikun should arrive here in less than half an hour."

(End of Chapter)