Chapter 1627: Massing for a Counterattack

"Follow me, be quick!" Zhao Yun growled to the members of his small team, his eyes like torches, piercing through the night, firmly locked onto that most dazzling firelight. The team members followed closely, everyone tense but also filled with determination; they knew that this moment concerned not only life and death but also the direction of the entire battle.

In the process of approaching the enemy's command center, they encountered several waves of enemy obstruction. But these enemies seemed to have underestimated the speed and combat effectiveness of Zhao Yun and his team. Zhao Yun waved his long spear, and amidst the flashing silver light, the enemies fell one after another. His combat technique was nearly perfect; every attack was just right, both saving physical strength and inflicting maximum damage on the enemy.

"General, there are heavy troops guarding ahead!" A team member reported urgently.

Zhao Yun nodded slightly, his gaze even sharper: "Split into two groups, attack from the left and right; I will be responsible for the frontal breakthrough." After speaking, his figure flickered, and he had already charged toward the enemy's defensive line like a rabbit. His speed was so fast that the enemy could hardly react, only able to watch helplessly as this silver lightning shuttled through the formation, and wherever it went, the enemies fell.

The team members acted according to Zhao Yun's instructions, launching attacks from both wings simultaneously; for a time, the front of the enemy's command center fell into chaos. Zhao Yun's bravery inspired everyone; they seemed to have been injected with an invisible force, and their fighting will became increasingly high.

"For Shu Han, for the people, charge!" Zhao Yun's voice echoed in the night sky, carrying unquestionable appeal.

Finally, through the unremitting efforts of Zhao Yun and his team, a gap was torn in the outer defensive line of the enemy's command center. Zhao Yun seized the opportunity to rush into the tent, only to see an enemy general clad in heavy armor hurriedly commanding his subordinates to resist, his face full of shock and fear.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into this general's tent!" The general shouted, his voice fierce but his heart cowardly.

Zhao Yun smiled coldly, his long spear pointing directly at his throat: "I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan, here specifically to take your head!"

Before the words fell, the long spear had already thrust out like lightning and thunder. The general was shocked and terrified, hurriedly raising his sword to block, but how could he withstand this powerful strike from Zhao Yun? Only a "crack" sound was heard, the sword broke and the man fell; the enemy general collapsed to the ground, gasping his last breath.

With the death of the enemy commander, the entire enemy camp fell into even greater chaos. Having lost unified command, the enemy began to flee in all directions, and their morale dropped to the extreme. Zhao Yun seized the opportunity to command the troops to pursue, constantly expanding the results.

"Brothers, victory is right before our eyes, follow me to kill the enemy!" Zhao Yun's voice was impassioned and powerful, as if it could pierce through the heart of every soldier.

Under Zhao Yun's leadership, five hundred elite soldiers were like an unstoppable torrent, sweeping through the entire enemy camp. In the firelight, their figures were heroic and fearless; every swing of the sword, every thrust of the spear, condensed the longing for victory and loyalty to the country.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour; finally, the enemy collapsed completely and fled in all directions. Zhao Yun stood on high ground, watching the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipate, his heart filled with emotion. He knew this victory was hard-won, exchanged with the blood and lives of every soldier.

"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and count the spoils." Zhao Yun issued the first order after the battle. His voice was tired but still full of power.

Subsequently, he walked to a seriously injured soldier, squatted down, and gently patted the other's shoulder: "Brother, you've worked hard, rest well, we will win."

Although the soldier was in unbearable pain, his eyes flashed with light: "General, with you here, we fear nothing!"

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, and a warm current surged in his heart. He knew this was the source of strength he was fighting for—the trust and support of the soldiers.

The night deepened, but Zhao Yun and his troops did not immediately withdraw. They still needed to handle post-battle matters, ensuring there were no missed enemies, while also protecting their own wounded. In this process, Zhao Yun constantly shuttled between various groups, encouraging morale and guiding work; his figure became the most solid backing on this battlefield.

"General, this battle is a great victory, you have made a great contribution!" A deputy general walked to Zhao Yun's side, his face full of admiration.

Zhao Yun shook his head, his gaze deep: "This is just the beginning, the real challenge is still ahead. We must remain vigilant at all times and prepare for the battles to come."

The deputy general nodded in agreement, his admiration for Zhao Yun deepening even further. He knew that under the leadership of a general like Zhao Yun, they would certainly be able to overcome all difficulties and achieve ultimate victory.

As the sky gradually turned the color of a fish belly, the noise on the battlefield gradually subsided. Zhao Yun stood on high ground, looking at the rising sun in the distance, his heart filled with hope. He knew a new day was about to arrive, and he and his troops would continue to fight for the beliefs and ideals in their hearts.

"Brothers, let's set out! We still have a long way to go." Zhao Yun's voice echoed in the morning breeze, carrying infinite longing and firm belief for the future. Five hundred elite soldiers lined up neatly, followed their general, and embarked on a new journey.

As the sun gradually rose, the ruins of the battlefield were gently touched by the warm sunlight, as if mourning for those heroic sacrificed soldiers and bringing new hope to the surviving warriors. Zhao Yun led the troops and slowly withdrew from the battlefield, but there was not the slightest slackening in their hearts, because they knew this was just one stop in a long journey, and more challenges were waiting for them ahead.

"General, what are our plans next?" A young captain walked up, his eyes filled with both the joy of victory and confusion about the future.

Zhao Yun stopped and looked into the distance with a firm gaze: "Our mission is to disrupt the enemy's deployment and buy time for the main force of the army. Now, although we have achieved a temporary victory, the enemy's main force will likely receive the news and mass for a counterattack very soon. We must find a safe stronghold, rest the troops, and at the same time send out scouts to closely monitor the enemy's movements."

The captain nodded, his eyes flashing with admiration: "Understood, General! I will go and arrange it."

The troops continued to move forward, but Zhao Yun's heart was not calm. He knew well that although this battle was won, it was only a link in the entire war situation. To achieve ultimate victory, global coordination and strategic deployment were still needed. He had to report the battle situation here to the master as soon as possible and formulate the next action plan. ===== CHAPTER 1628 =====