Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

"kill!"

With just one simple word, the already exhausted Golden Eagle Guard drove his mount and launched another charge.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The two horses rushing towards each other collided with a sound of breaking bones. The knights on both sides were thrown heavily off their horses due to inertia. Yi Cong lay on the ground, twisting his body in pain, but the Golden Eagle Guards took a moment to recover and staggered to their feet with the help of their spears.

Just as he stood firm, he saw a white horse in front of him about to charge towards him. He did not dodge or avoid, but instead used his body to support the butt of the spear, with the tip of the spear pointing diagonally forward.

The horse was originally meant to hit him. A normal person would have dodged it, but the Golden Eagle Guard immediately made this mutually destructive move because he knew that in a cavalry battle involving thousands of people, if he fell off his horse, even if he could avoid the impact of one horse, he would not be able to avoid the next one.

Yi Cong was unable to react in time, and his white horse bumped into the tip of the spear. A shrill neigh was heard, and the knight on horseback fell down. Before he could get up, he was stepped on the chest by the warhorse behind him.

Another Golden Eagle Guard was accidentally hooked off his horse, and the opponent's halberd tip pierced his arm and dragged him away. The Golden Eagle Guard was unable to break free, so he drew the sword at his waist without hesitation and cut off his arm.

Even though the blood was flowing like a pillar, he raised his knife and chopped at the leg of another white horse passing by. Yi Cong fell off the horse. The Golden Eagle Guard turned around and pounced on him. Although Yi Cong was injured, he was not fatally injured. He rolled over to avoid the Golden Eagle Guard's knife, then picked up the spear at hand and stabbed it into the Golden Eagle Guard's left arm holding the knife.

The immense pain made the Golden Eagle Guard lose control of the knife in his hand. The weapon fell to the ground with a clang, and the blood from his arms gushed out like a faucet.

Being so seriously injured, the god of death could come and take him away at any time. The injured Yicong stood up with the help of the gun, but just as he stood firm, he was knocked down again by a strong force. It was the Golden Eagle Guard from before. With bloodshot eyes, he pressed Yicong to the ground and slammed his head into the opponent's face.

With a loud bang, Na Yi's nose was broken, blood gushed out of his nose, and his head was dizzy. The Golden Eagle Guard was also dizzy, but before the last drop of blood in his body shed, he continued to hit the enemy under him again and again.

The true elite is not how advanced the equipment is, not how brave the soldiers are, not the high morale, not the tacit cooperation, nor the superb tactics, but that every person in the entire team does not take his own life seriously.

The soft are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of the desperate. Today, Zhao Yun witnessed how terrifying an army with extraordinary combat power and no fear of death is.

They seemed to have endless energy. They could not see the death of their companions around them. They were like puppets being manipulated, mechanically waving their weapons and killing the enemies in front of them one by one. Even if they fell off their horses accidentally or were seriously injured, they would not stop fighting as long as they had a breath left.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and the White Horse Volunteers were frightened by this team that had no fear of death. Zhao Yun also had the idea of ​​retreating. He had no doubt that as long as he did not retreat, the other side would fight to the last man. This was a complete fight of mutual destruction, and the White Horse Volunteers could not afford such losses.

When the horn sounded to retreat, the volunteers who had always wanted to escape but didn't dare to did so, as if they had been pardoned, and they all retreated to the rear of the infantry formation.

When Zhao Yun retreated, Guan Hai did not pursue him recklessly. Instead, he gathered his troops and brought back the bodies of his own men that the soldiers saw along the way.

Although he was ready to sacrifice himself, Guan Hai couldn't help but tear up when he saw the bodies of his comrades being carried back by their companions. He did not order his troops to return to the pass immediately, but asked each division, village, and group to count the number of people.

A quarter of an hour later, data from each group came up. In this battle, a total of 432 Golden Eagle Guards were killed, 178 were injured, and another 33 bodies were not found.

"The wounded soldiers go back first, leave two hundred people to maintain martial law, and the rest of you disperse to retrieve the bodies of our brothers!" Guan Hai ordered in a sad voice.

The Golden Eagle Guards immediately split into two teams. A small number of them, together with Guan Hai, lined up facing Zhao Yun's camp, while the others scattered to search. The seriously injured soldiers were carried back to the pass first by the lightly injured soldiers.

In the military camp, a deputy general named Gongsun Zhi watched the scene from afar, puzzled, "Why aren't they retreating? Are they collecting the spoils?"

Zhao Yun sighed softly, "They are looking for the bodies of their comrades!"

"Didn't we carry back a lot of bodies just now? Are a few bodies worth all the trouble?" Gongsun Zhi felt that the other party's behavior was incredible. The soldiers were tired at this time, but they still had the energy to look for the bodies. In such a large battlefield, how long would it take to find them?

As he spoke, his expression suddenly became excited, and he said to Zhao Yun, "Zilong, this is a good opportunity! The enemy troops are scattered, and there are only two hundred people on guard. If we send a light cavalry to attack them, they will be finished."

Zhao Yun shook his head, "We've already called a truce. This is not the behavior of a gentleman!"

"All's fair in war. What's the point of talking about gentlemen and non-gentlemen on the battlefield?" Gongsun Zhi rolled his eyes and said.

"That being said, a surprise attack is certainly inappropriate. Furthermore, go ask Bai Ma if anyone still dares to fight. Our army lost nearly a thousand men today, and morale is broken. If they hadn't been through so much battle, they would have been in disarray. The enemy, despite also suffering heavy casualties, still dares to linger outside the camp, showing no fear at all. This battle has already been lost."

Gongsun Zhi choked and continued, "They don't dare to go, but you certainly do, right? The king often praises your bravery, saying that you can take the enemy general's head amidst a huge army as easily as taking something from a bag. If you charge forward alone and behead that enemy general, I will then send my infantry to seize the pass. We will surely take it in one fell swoop."

Zhao Yun shook his head again. Given the bravery of this team, even if he killed Guan Hai alone, he might not be able to retreat safely. Moreover, this move would not defeat the enemy, but would make those soldiers more united in their hatred of the enemy.

Gongsun Zhi said impatiently, "This won't work, and that won't work. With all these excuses, it's clear you don't want to seize the pass."

Seeing him being so rude to his own general, Zhao Yun's personal guard Zhao Quan scolded him, "How dare you talk to the general? Who is the commander-in-chief? Have you ever seen a commander-in-chief go out alone to kill the enemy? If you are so capable, why don't you go yourself?"

"What's wrong with me saying that?" Gongsun Zhi said with disdain. "General, isn't it your bravery that earns the king's favor? Now is your chance to make a difference."

"A common man's courage?" Zhao Quan laughed in anger. "My general is a common man's courage, but what about you? Just because you have the surname Gongsun, you think you are the king's confidant? Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You just want my general to die so that you can take his place."

"No matter how distant our blood relationship is, we share the same ancestor. The king sent me to be his deputy general. Can't you see his intention?"

"Bullshit! If the king values ​​you, why would he..."

"Alright, Ah Quan!" Zhao Yun interrupted Zhao Quan and ordered, "After they leave, take your men and go retrieve the bodies of our soldiers."

No longer paying attention to Gongsun Zhi, Zhao Yun turned around and returned to his tent.