Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

"Wenyuan?"

Zhang Xun, who was still within the defensive perimeter, suddenly looked up at the thousands of iron cavalry charging towards him from afar.

After thousands of cavalrymen joined the battle, the situation instantly turned around.

The eight hundred Flying Bear Cavalry, plus the five hundred Liangzhou soldiers who were part of Dong Zhuo's dowry to Dong Yi, were all seasoned veterans.

They split into two groups instantly upon entering the battlefield.

One force, led by Gao Shun, and another, led by Chen Qing'an, charged into the battlefield from both sides of the position based on Zhang Xun's prototype.

Iron hooves and spears instantly whipped up waves of blood.

At this moment, the torches lit up at Zhang Xun's position also came in handy.

Under the pitch-black night sky, it resembled a giant circular ring of fire, illuminating the direction the cavalrymen were pointing.

"Wenyuan!"

"Wenyuan!"

Zhang Xun excitedly shouted Zhang Liao's name and waved his arms vigorously.

Looking at the Xiongnu side.

Huvro, who had just been so frightened that he scrambled to his feet on the horse's back, was now completely stunned.

"Where did the reinforcements come from? Where did the Han army get their reinforcements?!"

"Wang Rou lied to me!"

Huvro shouted in terror, "Withdraw the troops! Withdraw the troops!"

After saying this, Yufuluo turned his horse around and galloped towards the south of the Gobi Desert.

More Xiongnu soldiers, unaware of the situation, emerged from the Daqing Mountains.

At this moment, Duan Yu had already dismounted from the black jade unicorn.

They were all Xiongnu infantrymen in front of them.

He still needed to bend over to attack while on horseback.

It's not as satisfying as getting off the horse.

Above the battlefield, the air was filled with the wailing and howling of the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

It was as if countless vengeful ghosts were lurking above Duan Yu's head, waiting to claim his life.

The bewildered Xiongnu soldiers were terrified and scattered, fleeing wildly towards the Daqing Mountains and the southern Gobi Desert.

After Zhang Liao rode up to Zhang Xun's side, he immediately dismounted.

The two brothers hugged each other tightly.

"Brother!"

"Wenyuan!"

Zhang Xun looked at Zhang Liao excitedly: "What are you doing here, Wen Yuan?"

Zhang Liao's gaze fell on Duan Yu, who was fighting among the Xiongnu people.

"Who is that person? How can they be so brave? It's simply..." Zhang Xun exclaimed in astonishment.

“Jinyang, Duan Yu,” Zhang Liao said.

"what?"

Zhang Xun was startled.

Jinyang, Duan Yu!

He had heard of that name before.

"Brother, I will explain to you later. I will kill the enemy first, and you should rest with your troops," Zhang Liao said.

Zhang Xun nodded forcefully, gritting his teeth as he said, "Wen Yuan, go and kill them all."

"We absolutely cannot let them get away with this!"

"I have many..."

As soon as Zhang Xun finished speaking, he saw Zhang Liao pull out a bright red object from his pocket.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small horse carved from wood.

Zhang Xun was taken aback when he saw the small wooden horse carved in Zhang Liao's hand.

“Meng Ji…”

Zhang Liao took a breath and then nodded.

"Brother Meng Ji has passed away."

“Meng Ji...”

"Dead?"

Realizing what had happened, Zhang Xun gripped the wooden horse tightly and roared, "Meng Ji! You bastard, who told you to die? Who told you to die?!"

Your wife is still waiting for you at home!

"Your child..."

"You fucking bastard."

"You son of a bitch, who the hell told you to die!"

"who......"

As he continued cursing, Zhang Xun covered his face.

Zhang Liao reached out and patted Zhang Xun on the shoulder.

Behind Zhang Liao, when Wang Rou's chief clerk, Chen Pingwu, saw Zhang Xun's grief-stricken expression, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"kill!"

Zhang Xun suddenly raised his head, his eyes red.

After rummaging through the pile of corpses in front of him, Zhang Xun brandished his ring-pommel sword and charged into the battlefield.

Zhang Liao quickly followed.

.........

Soon, the situation on the battlefield became one-sided.

Under the iron hooves of the Flying Bear Cavalry, the Xiongnu people began to scatter and flee, and the battle came to an end.

As dawn broke through the darkness, the first rays of sunlight appeared on the horizon, and the thin black mist gradually dissipated.

The battlefield was littered with corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, almost covering the entire valley.

The unclaimed warhorse walked through the gaps between the corpses, its hooves sinking into the stagnant water, its head bowed as it searched for the familiar scent of its former master.

The morning light illuminates the dew that has condensed on the tips of tender leaves, which then drips onto the blood-stained ground.

Flying Bear dismounted and began cleaning up the battlefield.

They threw the Xiongnu corpses aside and then collected the bodies of every Han soldier.

Duan Yu sat on a rock.

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd was stuck beside him.

Tie Shitou and Wang Hunu stood behind Duan Yu, their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Zhang Xun knelt down to one side with a dejected expression, in front of a cold corpse.

Zhang Xun, holding a piece torn from his cloak, was wiping the dried blood from the corner of Meng Ji's mouth.

Duan Yu watched the scene unfold before him in silence.

War always results in death.

No one is immortal.

Even the fiercest warriors of the Three Kingdoms like Lü Bu could die, and the invincible Dian Wei, the best in the world in foot combat, could also die.

Yuan Shu's family had held high office for four generations, while Yuan Shao's family was renowned throughout the land.

Gongsun Zan was once so full of vigor and invincible on his white horse.

Wherever there is war, people will die.

Duan Yu had never experienced the feeling of having his closest relatives or friends die beside him.

But surely, that day will eventually come.

Cao Cao, a powerful figure in the world, also witnessed the deaths of his eldest son, beloved generals, and nephews before his very eyes.

Even when Liu Bei divided the country into three kingdoms, he still faced the prospect of his sworn brothers dying in battle before him.

The Sun family of Jiangdong dominated the region, and Biyan'er had to face the separation from her brother.

War is no child's play; there's no romance in it, just life and death.

Zhang Xun wiped Meng Ji's body clean, then tucked the carved wooden horse into his pocket.

In this battle, Zhang Xun led 300 cavalrymen, and two of the six platoon leaders were killed, including Meng Ji.

More than half of the casualties were fatal.

Zhang Xun was grieving because he originally wanted the injured Meng Jixian to return safely.

Unexpectedly, this order ended up harming Meng Ji.

"I hurt you."

"It's my fault that you're in this situation." Zhang Xun felt guilty and remorseful.

"Brother," Zhang Liao stepped forward to comfort him.

Swish!

Zhang Xun drew his knife and charged at Chen Pingwu, his eyes bloodshot, shouting, "I'll kill you!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"You bastard, tell me where Wang Rou is!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Chen Pingwu was also having a difficult time at this time.

The tendons in his hands and feet have been severed.

He was completely limp, like a lump of mud.

Knowing he was going to die, Chen Pingwu grinned maliciously, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

"I won't tell you! Come on, come on, kill me, kill me!" Chen Pingwu roared hysterically.

Zhang Liao pulled Zhang Xun along, while Chen Pingwu roared in provocation.

All they wanted was a quick death.

Duan Yu stood up, walked to Zhang Xun's side, and gently patted Zhang Xun's shoulder.

Zhang Xun looked at Duan Yu with gratitude.

"Let me do it," Duan Yu said.

Zhang Xun nodded silently.

Duan Yu stood in front of Chen Pingwu.

Upon seeing Duan Yu, Chen Pingwu couldn't help but tremble.

His eyes immediately showed a look of terror.

Duan Yu waved to Tie Shitou.

Tie Shitou took out a black package from behind his back.

Duan Yu, who was squatting in front of Chen Pingwu, unfolded the black package, revealing a series of exquisite small knives inside.

It's exactly the same as Liu Baitu's.

“Although we are enemies, from your perspective, everything you did was not wrong, because Wang Rou is your master.”

"So if I say you did something wrong, I'm wronging you."

"But since they are enemies, I will not hold back against them."

"So, I have two questions."

"If you answer correctly, then you won't have to suffer physical torment."

"first question."

While tidying up his knives, Duan Yu asked, "Where is Wang Rou?"

"The second question is, who tipped off Wang Rou?"

Duan Yu took out a small knife and slashed open Chen Pingwu's clothes with a whoosh!

"I...I'll talk!"