Shuhan

Zhao Yun's surprise attack on Chenggao Pass was a battle that was carefully planned and prepared in advance.

As night fell, dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon, and the entire world seemed to be covered by a huge piece of black silk.

Chenggao Pass, a heavily guarded pass by the Wei army, seemed exceptionally quiet in the night. Only the occasional chirping of night birds broke the dull silence.

The cold wind blew through the city walls, making a whistling sound, as if telling of the impending war.

Zhao Yun stood in front of Chenggao Pass, his eyes as firm as iron and his face stern.

He was wearing silver armor and holding a spear. The spear flashed coldly in the faint firelight, as if it could penetrate all obstacles.

His eyes swept over the five hundred vanguard warriors in front of him. Each of these warriors was wearing night clothes, and the black tights perfectly hugged their nimble bodies.

"Brothers, tonight, we are the sharp blades in the dark night, and we must take Chenggao Pass in one fell swoop!" Zhao Yun's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be knocking on the soldiers' hearts.

Upon hearing this, the first soldiers' eyes flashed with excitement. They tightly grasped the grappling hooks and various siege weapons in their hands, their hearts filled with desire for victory.

With an order, five hundred vanguard soldiers set out quietly. Like ghosts, they quickly headed towards Chenggao Pass under the cover of darkness.

Their footsteps were light and made almost no sound, except for the slight metallic sound of the hooks occasionally colliding, which seemed particularly harsh in the silent night.

The Wei army soldiers at Chenggao Pass were now in a state of relaxation.

They never expected that at this moment of cold wind and dark night, the Han army would launch a surprise attack.

They either took a nap leaning against the city wall or sat together in groups of three or five, chatting about trivial matters in their hometown, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

The first group of soldiers quickly approached the tower. They skillfully threw out grappling hooks, which accurately hooked the edge of the tower.

Then, like nimble monkeys, they quickly climbed up the city along the grappling hooks.

Their movements were swift and powerful, and every one of them revealed the traces of rigorous training.

The Wei soldiers on the city wall finally noticed something was wrong. They stood up in panic and tried to pick up weapons to resist.

However, it was too late. The first batch of soldiers rushed down the mountain like a tiger, and quickly eliminated several patrolling Wei troops.

Their swords may not shine brightly in the sun, but in the dark night, they are like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Wei army.

A Wei army soldier widened his eyes in horror. He looked at the Han army soldiers in night clothes and with stern faces, and his heart was filled with fear.

He tried to sound the alarm, but his throat seemed to be choked by something and he could only make a faint "woohoo" sound.

The next moment, a sharp dagger had pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

The first group of soldiers quickly climbed down the city wall. They were agile and coordinated well.

They ran straight to the city gate with only one thought in mind: to open the city gate as soon as possible and allow the large Han army to pour into Chenggao Pass.

The city gate looked particularly heavy in the night, but it was slowly opened with the joint efforts of the first batch of soldiers.

The Wei army in the city finally reacted. They fled around in panic, trying to find ways to resist.

However, it was too late.

Led by Zhao Yun, the large Han army rushed into Chenggao Pass like a tide.

Their shouts were deafening, as if they were going to shatter the entire pass.

Zhao Yun took the lead, holding a spear and charging forward.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent and determination, as if he wanted to completely destroy all obstacles before him.

His spear drew silver arcs in the night sky, and every time it was swung, it would take the life of a Wei soldier.

His figure appeared particularly agile in the war, as if he was a god of war descending to the earth.

The Wei army soldiers looked at Zhao Yun in horror, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

They knew that they were facing an invincible god of war, the bravest general in the Han army.

They tried to resist, however, under the fierce attack of Zhao Yun and the large Han army, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

A Wei army general tried to organize an effective resistance. He shouted loudly and commanded his soldiers to line up to meet the enemy.

However, his voice was soon drowned out by the shouts of the Han army.

Zhao Yun saw him at a glance, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and then he urged his horse and rushed straight towards the Wei army general.

The Wei general watched in horror as Zhao Yun approached. He tried to raise his weapon to resist, but his hands kept shaking.

The next moment, Zhao Yun's spear had pierced his chest, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

His death completely crushed the morale of the Wei army, and they dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Chenggao Pass, this once impregnable pass, was conquered by the Han army in just a short time under the leadership of Zhao Yun.

After taking Chenggao Pass, Zhao Yun did not slack off or stop at all.

He knew very well that the war was raging and there was no time to delay.

Inside Chenggao Pass, the embers of war had not yet completely died out, the air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood, and occasionally the low groans of wounded soldiers could be heard among the broken walls.

But Zhao Yun's heart was as clear and firm as the sky outside the pass.

He quickly set about clearing up the situation within Chenggao Pass, commanding his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and at the same time put the captured Wei troops under centralized custody.

His figure shuttled through the pass, his silver armor gleaming brightly in the sun, his spear tightly gripped in his hand, as if he was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

His face was cold and serious, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness and determination.

When arranging the city defense, Zhao Yun took care of everything personally.

He personally checked the strength of each city wall.

He knew very well that the stability of the city's defense was directly related to whether Chenggao Pass could be held and the smooth progress of the Han army's subsequent operations.

Therefore, he did not dare to be careless or negligent in the slightest.

After everything was arranged, Zhao Yun selected five hundred brave warriors from his elite troops and ordered them to guard Chenggao Pass and wait for the follow-up Han army to come and take over.

These five hundred warriors, each of them tall and strong, look heroic. They stand firmly on the city wall with their eyes as sharp as torches, as if they can burn all invading enemies to ashes.

Zhao Yun looked at them, his heart full of trust and expectation.

"You must hold this place and not make any mistakes!" Zhao Yun's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be knocking on the warriors' hearts.

Upon hearing this, the warriors responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky, as if declaring their determination and courage to heaven and earth.

After arranging all matters related to guarding the pass, Zhao Yun did not stop. He quickly selected a thousand cavalrymen and prepared to attack.

The thousand riders were all top-grade Western Region horses, strong and sturdy, with shiny fur and light hooves, as if they could walk on the wind. They were a breed of horses carefully bred by the Academy of Sciences, not only extremely fast, but also with amazing endurance, making them an indispensable weapon on the battlefield.

The soldiers were all elite warriors who had followed Zhao Yun in his battles. They were clad in iron armor, holding spears, with swords hanging from their waists. They all looked heroic and full of vigor.

There was a fearlessness and determination in their eyes, as if they were ready to sacrifice their lives for the Han army at any time.

Zhao Yun stood in front of the horse, his eyes sharp as torches. He glanced at the warriors in front of him, his heart filled with pride and expectation.

These one thousand cavalrymen were a sharp blade in his hands and his greatest reliance for raiding the Wei army and rescuing E Huan.

"Brothers, this time we are going to raid the Wei army that is besieging E Huan, rescue E Huan, and at the same time severely damage the morale of the Wei army!" Zhao Yun's voice was high and passionate, and every word was full of strength and determination.

When the warriors heard this, a hint of excitement and anticipation flashed in their eyes. They gripped their spears tightly, as if they couldn't wait to rush onto the battlefield and fight the Wei army.

With a wave of Zhao Yun's hand, a thousand cavalrymen started instantly. They poured out of Chenggao Pass like a tide and galloped towards the direction of the Wei army.

The sound of horse hooves was deafening, and dust was flying, as if the entire world was shrouded in a yellow mist.

Zhao Yun was riding on a horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes revealing a calm and decisive look.

This battle concerns the honor and disgrace, life and death of the Han army, and the life safety of E Huan. He cannot be negligent or careless in the slightest.

He gripped his spear tightly, as if ready to deal with any emergency at any time. He had only one thought in his mind: raid the Wei army and rescue E Huan!
Along the way, Zhao Yun led a thousand cavalrymen and marched forward at lightning speed.

They passed through dense forests, crossed turbulent rivers, and crossed steep mountains.

Their figures flashed across the battlefield like a flash of lightning, catching the Wei army off guard.

Finally, they arrived near the Wei army's camp.

Zhao Yun looked up and saw that the Wei army's camps were endless, flags were flying, and soldiers were busy preparing for battle.

However, E Huan was tightly surrounded by the Wei army in the camp and could not escape.

A strong anger and determination surged in Zhao Yun's heart. He waved his spear and shouted loudly: "Brothers, charge! Rescue E Huan and inflict heavy damage on the Wei army!"

Upon hearing this, a thousand cavalrymen responded in unison and rushed towards the Wei army's camp like tigers descending from the mountains.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, roaring and echoing across the vast battlefield, as if it was muffled thunder rolling in the sky, foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

The shouts and cries of killing shook the earth. The roars of the Han soldiers and the cries of the Wei soldiers intertwined together, forming an unstoppable wave of sound that soared straight into the sky.

In this chaos and noise, Zhao Yun took the lead, like a god of war descending to the earth.

He held a silver spear in his hand, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, as if it could penetrate all obstacles.

Zhao Yun rode on the majestic war horse, with an upright posture and sharp eyes, revealing a sense of fearlessness and determination.

He charged ahead, his figure flashing across the battlefield like a flash of lightning. Every time he swung his spear, it was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind. Wherever the tip of the spear passed, Wei soldiers fell down one after another, and the fire of life was extinguished in an instant.

Zhao Yun's armor sparkled in the sun, and every detail on the armor demonstrated the glory and splendor of the Han army.

His face was cold and determined, with a barely perceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth, which showed contempt for the enemy and confidence in victory.

His movements were swift and powerful, and every attack was accurate, as if he had become one with the spear in his hand and became the god of death on the battlefield.

The Wei army soldiers watched in panic as Zhao Yun led a thousand cavalrymen and swept in like a hurricane.

Their eyes widened in disbelief. Didn't they say Zhao Yun was seriously injured and dying?
How come he is here now, and so brave and invincible?

Their hearts were filled with doubts and fear, but they had no time to think at this moment, because Zhao Yun's cavalry was already within reach.

The Wei army soldiers suppressed their doubts and fears and tried to resist this sudden attack.

They waved their weapons and shouted as they rushed towards Zhao Yun and the Han cavalry.

However, under the fierce attack of Zhao Yun and the Han cavalry, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Zhao Yun's spear skills were divine. Every time he swung his spear, he could take the life of a Wei soldier. The Han cavalry was even more unstoppable. Wherever their horses' hooves stepped on, the Wei soldiers fell one after another, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

The Wei army's formation was quickly broken up, and the originally neat formation became chaotic.

The soldiers fled in all directions, some were caught up and killed by the Han cavalry, and some were pierced by Zhao Yun's spear.

The entire battlefield was in chaos and the morale of the Wei army had completely collapsed.

When E Huan, who was in Mengjin, saw this situation, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He was originally worried that Zhao Yun would not be able to arrive in time, but he did not expect that Zhao Yun not only came, but also was so brave.

He immediately ordered his troops to attack the Wei army, forming a two-pronged attack with Zhao Yun.

E Huan was wearing armor, holding a big sword, riding on a war horse, looking heroic.

He shouted and rushed towards the Wei army, swinging his sword so vigorously that every swing could cut down a Wei soldier.

His subordinates also responded and followed him to rush towards the Wei army, with shouts of killing shaking the earth.

The Wei army was unable to resist under the double attack.

They dropped their weapons, raised their hands in surrender, and some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

The entire Wei army was completely defeated. Some fled for their lives, some surrendered, and the whole place was in a mess.

Zhao Yun and E Huan met together and looked at the tragic scene on the battlefield, their hearts filled with emotion.

However, they understood better that only by completely destroying the Wei army's vitality could they take root on the south bank of the Yellow River and lay a solid foundation for the future of the Han army.

Zhao Yun looked at E Huan, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

He said: "General E Huan, you really did not disappoint me. We attacked from both sides, and the Wei army was really no match for us."

Hearing this, E Huan smiled naively and said, "General, you are the one I admire the most. You are so brave even when you are seriously injured. You are unparalleled in the world."

Zhao Yun laughed and said, "It's just to confuse the Wei army. I am unharmed."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the tacit understanding in their hearts was self-evident.

The next battle will be even more difficult, but they have the confidence and determination to overcome all difficulties and fight for the glory of the Han army.

The Wei army fled, and the Han army took advantage of the victory to pursue them all the way north.

Led by Zhao Yun and E Huan, the Han army soldiers took advantage of the situation and captured Ping County.

At this point, the Han army had completely taken root on the south bank of the Yellow River.

The Han army's previous defeat was reversed in an instant! (End of this chapter)