Liu Biao said that the camp was full of brothers, but his arrangements meant that good families and refugee children competed for each other.

Sometimes the army needs some unsatisfactory spirit in each other. In this way, the soldiers will charge and improve the combat effectiveness of the entire team when fighting.

Liu Biao ordered Zhao Xingju and Yang Gui to lead 100 elite troops, divided into two groups, and explored the way for the army in front.

Yang Gui took the lead in bringing 100 people on the horse, hit the horse forward, and turned around and said, "Zhao Xingju, let's go to the battlefield to see who killed the enemy more!"

Zhao Xingju looked at Yang Gui's back and said nothing, but just pulled the horse's bellyband hard.

A good son said, "Just compare, who is afraid of whom? Look at him crazy. If you can't ride and shoot, you will even be more like killing people!"

Another said: "They are from a group of poor boys, so I'm so embarrassed to call them Yulin Army! The serious Yulin Army is all our good family, with only 3,000 people in total!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Xingju shouted, turned over and ordered the soldiers to set off.

Shuofang is a cold place.

Shuo is the north, and Shuofang is the north. Because there is a big river in the north, it is also called Henan. During the Warring States Period, this place belongs to Zhao State. Later, after repeated competition between the Huns and Han people, Shuofang changed hands several times. It was not until Emperor Wu of Han moved a large number of Han people to the border that this area was stabilized.

"The Yellow River has many harms, only profit is the only way to benefit", which refers to the Hetao area, which is the top of the bend of the "Ji" of the Yellow River. Shuofang is located in the best Hetao area. The land is fertile and the sky is wide. It has large wheat fields and large pastures with green grass.

Zhao Xingju led a hundred good-family children to gallop on the grassland. It was early autumn, and the grass was still green. The tall weeds fluttered with the autumn wind, like green waves.

Yang Gui's team has long disappeared, and I don't know where he has gone.

The good family in this village walked on the empty grassland for nearly an hour, and passed by several herdsmen's settlements and farmers' villages, and never encountered any enemy troops.

Zhao Xingju sent someone to report the news to the army behind him for a while. Now, in this area of ​​dozens of miles, there are scouts of the Han army everywhere.

Up a gentle slope, a good family suddenly shouted: "Tun Chief, look! There is a team over there!"

In the distant sky, a moving black line moved towards them. Slowly, the black line became thicker and clearer. It was clear that it was a team of cavalry. Under the refraction of the sun, the edge of the team was a little blurred, as if a heat was rising from the ground, covering the entire team, making the cavalry look a little hazy and giving people an unreal feeling.

The other party obviously noticed them, and the team stopped for a while and continued to move forward, but the speed seemed to be slower than before, and there was a feeling of pressing step by step.

"Captain Tun, they have a thousand people, right? What should we do?"

"It seems that we are going to eat us, why don't we retreat first?"

"Can't leave!" Zhao Xingju said, "We are dozens of miles away from the army. If we run back, the enemy will definitely catch up. They are several times more than our army, chasing and shooting behind us. Before we can return to the large army, we will be completely wiped out."

"What should I do? Why don't I learn from General Li and pretend to be suspicious of the soldiers?" said a team leader.

The flying general Li Guang went out with more than 100 people and met thousands of Huns. Li Guang asked all the soldiers to dismount, unload their saddles, and even lay on the ground to rest, so as to confuse the enemy. Sure enough, the Huns were afraid of ambushing the troops, so they dared not go forward and asked them to escape at night.

Li Guang's story is well-known among the good families in the six counties, especially after Sima Qian's record of the grandfather, Li Guang's deeds are even more well-known. By the time his grandson Li Ling, it would be another scene.

At this time, everyone looked at their garrison leader and waited for him to make an idea.

"This place is empty, there is no cover, and there is no way to ambush the soldiers. Why do you pretend to be suspicious of soldiers? No!" Zhao Xingju said.

At this moment, a feather arrow suddenly flew over and stuck on the ground twenty steps ahead of the team. The tail of the arrow shook for a moment and stabilized.

The enemy was about to enter the range, so we had to make a quick decision, and Zhao Xingju had made up his mind.

"Brothers!" Zhao Xingju shouted: "If you walk at this time, you will have no way of life. For the current plan, you can only try hard!"

"I see that the army is a mob, and I will definitely not be able to stop our attack!" He took off his bow, took out an arrow and said, "I will shoot two arrows and kill two of them. Please look at me!"

Zhao Xingju almost didn't aim, and he just raised his bow and placed it. At the sound of the bow string, an enemy army opposite him fell down.

The good family cheered loudly, and Zhao Xingju shot another arrow, shooting down a person who looked like a general under the opposite flag. The enemy immediately became riots.

Zhao Xingju killed two arrows, and the arrows were really good. The Han army was very energetic and courageous. Some people also took bows and arrows and shot at the enemy opposite.

"Scatter and use the method of hunting to divide the troops into two groups and shoot and kill the enemy!" Zhao Xingju ordered.

A hundred horses rushed forward, entered the range of both sides, and fired arrows together, and more than a dozen people fell down on the opposite side.

The Han army was divided into two teams from the middle, each with fifty people, who bypassed the enemy and followed an arc, running and shooting.

Casing and shooting are the master skills of good families. Everyone has been accustomed to them since childhood. They keep shooting arrows around the enemy. From time to time, the enemy will fall to the ground. Naturally, the enemy will also shoot arrows and fight back. However, the shooting skills are obviously not as good as those of the Han army. Moreover, the number of Han soldiers is small, the rate of shooting is not high, and there are not many casualties.

After several rounds of shooting, the opponent gave up shooting and divided into two teams, rushed straight toward each other, and wanted to fight them in close combat.

When the enemy's horses rushed up, it would be difficult for the Han army to run away if they wanted to run away, so they could only fight in person.

Fortunately, Zhao Xingju has reported the news to the army behind him, and as long as they drag it for a while, they can get reinforcements.

"Brothers, follow me to kill the enemy!" Zhao Xingju put away his bow, carried a halberd, and rushed towards the enemy first. A hundred horses spread their hooves and followed him, galloping towards the enemy opposite.

Zhao Xingju was like an arrow of an arrow, plunging into the enemy formation, stabbing a halberd to death by an enemy army facing him, then swung the halberd in his hand, hitting another enemy army's helmet, and knocking him off his horse.

At the beginning, he was as imposing as a rainbow. He killed two people in a row. The courage of the Han army was stimulated, and he was not afraid of attacking the enemy ten times.

Zhao Xingju led a hundred Han troops to pierce the enemy's array, but ten times the troops could not stop them and they penetrated them straight into them. In this round of charge, the Han army killed 20 or 30 people.

Although he had the upper hand, Zhao Xingju knew that if they could not receive reinforcements in time, their situation would be very dangerous. After all, the gap in military strength was here. Over time, the disadvantage of the Han army being fewer soldiers would appear, and then they would be surrounded by the enemy.

Reinforcements were their only hope.

Things were moving in the direction he predicted, and the enemy's numerical advantage gradually emerged. The Han army was in a tough battle. Zhao Xingju could only shout, asking his subordinates to gather as much as possible, resist tenaciously, and wait for reinforcements.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. Just as they were waiting almost desperately, reinforcements finally arrived, and a powerful Han army rushed over. The enemy was fighting hard with Zhao Xingju and others, but suddenly suffered this round of impact, and the formation was in chaos.

When Zhao Xingju saw that it was Yang Gui's team from afar, he was happy and shouted loudly to fight back.

Although there were only a hundred soldiers who came to aid the Han army, the enemy did not know the facts and was worried that there would be another army, so he no longer wanted to fight again, but just fought and retreated. However, the two hundred Han army stopped when they saw it, but instead bit them and chased and slashed. When Liu Biao's army appeared from afar, the enemy immediately scattered, and changed from retreat to defeat.

In this battle, nearly 200 enemies were killed, one hundred prisoners were captured, and dozens of good horses were seized.

Yang Gui said to Zhao Xingju: "One hundred people met one thousand people, but you didn't escape. You even killed dozens of them. You really have it!"

Zhao Xingju smiled and said, "If you hadn't come to help in time, we would have explained it here today!"

The two laughed at each other.

Both Zhao Xingju and Yang Gui were awarded merits. Liu Biao also learned from His Majesty ***'s experience in leading the Yulin Army and held a commendation meeting to let outstanding soldiers come to the stage to praise me. Of course, they could not help but brag, and the two teams swear at each other.

The good family and the refugee children still disobey each other, but this battle has made them brothers.

Zhao Xingju was very happy. One reason was that he had made merits and received rewards, and the other was that he felt comfortable in this team. From the merits after the war, we can see that the lieutenant was very fair and did not favor his old subordinates. Moreover, the atmosphere in the team was very good. Although the refugees were poor and humble, the tradition formed by the Red Eyebrow Camp has always been that officials and people are equal, dear to each other, and there was no act of superiors oppressing subordinates.

There are fewer people in the entire team, and the relatively weak good family members do not feel any discomfort.
Chapter completed!