Zhao Yun stepped forward, and nearly ten thousand fierce Dingling warriors, not inferior to the Han Army elites, retreated in unison. In that instant, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling’s eyes were filled with shock, but soon all that remained in their eyes was Zhao Yun’s silhouette.

However, in the next moment, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling both sensed the presence of another person beside them and simultaneously turned to look at each other.

The same feeling made them not only unable to understand but also somewhat indignant. They immediately turned their heads, leaving only the back of their heads to each other, and then instantly reacted, their beautiful eyes lingering on Zhao Yun’s back.

"Kill one Northern Huns soldier each, and I will spare your lives!" Zhao Yun coldly stared at all the fierce Dingling warriors before him and said.

The elite Dingling were initially stunned, and then, without knowing which soldier first rushed toward the battlefield ahead, nearly all of the elite Dingling turned to attack the rear of the Northern Huns. The chief personal guard of the Dingling King’s block was desperately trying to stop them, but he couldn’t avoid being toppled and trampled to death by the already terrified Dingling elite.

Zhao Yun watched the frenzied Dinglings charging toward the Northern Huns. He knew very well that many of them would try to avoid danger, but it didn’t matter. Zhao Yun was only sparing them from death; Chen Xi was currently recruiting a large number of slaves.

The elite Dingling launched a frenzied attack on the Northern Huns’ rear. At this time, Xiahou Dun finally rushed over with his troops. Seeing the ground littered with corpses and severed limbs, Xiahou Dun felt a little depressed. He had done his utmost to hurry all the way, only to be blocked halfway by a detachment of Northern Huns, and by the time he managed to get through, the battle here was already over.

"General Zhao, who are these Dingling people?" Xiahou Dun inquired of Zhao Yun with a clasped fist salute, also noticing the frenzied Dingling attacking the Huns.

"Frightened by the White Horse Soldiers, they would rather betray their allies than continue fighting us," Zhao Yun replied flatly.

"Hmm?" Xiahou Dun looked bewildered, completely unable to understand what Zhao Yun was talking about.

"General Xiahou, would you like to follow me to hunt down the fleeing enemy soldiers?" Zhao Yun asked, looking at Xiahou Dun. Xiahou Dun refused without a second thought, having already observed the Golden Eagle in Zhao Yun’s right hand. It was evident that the Dingling King had been dealt with by Zhao Yun.

"I’ll go deal with that fellow then." Xiahou Dun sneered coldly, pointing in the direction of the Lan Clan.

"Very well." Zhao Yun nodded and said, pulling the reins as the entire formation of White Horse Soldiers surged out from the battlefield like a tide. They then divided into hundreds of units with unimaginable speed, beginning to slaughter the Hu people on the outskirts of the battlefield.

[The reason why the Hu people avoid the White Horses is probably because of this kind of thunderous efficiency, capable of annihilating a group of miscellaneous Hun with terrifying efficiency in an instant. A complete unit of White Horses can, during a skirmish, exhibit enemy-killing efficiency that is enough to cause an elite unit to collapse in a short time.]

Zhao Yun silently thought as he watched the quickly dispersing White Horse Soldiers, finally understanding where Gongsun Zan had gained his confidence when he roamed undefeated in the north.

In a skirmish, any normal troop that does not have the ability to withstand the White Horse’s high damage, nor the ability to restrain the White Horse’s speed, will find that the initial kill efficiency of the White Horses exceeds that of the Trap Formation or the military spirit legions like the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

This kind of frenzied killing speed, combined with unbelievably low initial battle losses, is enough to destroy the fighting spirit of a legion in a very short time.

Most elite legions can endure 30% losses or more in prolonged battle, and some can even continue fighting with over 50% losses without breaking, maintaining high morale during victory.

However, aside from true military spirit legions, no ordinary legion can withstand 20% to 30% losses within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, especially when the enemy’s casualties are extremely light. No non-military spirit legion can bear this level of pressure.

This was also the reason why the Hu people avoided the White Horses, as their initial kill efficiency was more horrifying than most military spirit legions. It was a way of fighting that forced the enemy into collapse through sheer force, which was how Gongsun Zan was invincible in the past.

[Unfortunately, the path chosen by the White Horses means there is no further road ahead for them.] Upon realizing this, Zhao Yun completely understood that the greatest advantage of the White Horses was also what hindered them from further advancement.

At their current level, the White Horses truly had no natural enemies. As long as the commander leading them did not act recklessly, the White Horses found themselves in a ’win if we fight, flee if we don’t’ scenario, with hardly any effective countermeasures against them.

Since the White Horse speed was too fast, even military spirit legions found it challenging to pursue them, meaning that the White Horses did not need to develop in any other direction.

As for restricting their speed and gradually enhancing other aspects, by the time the White Horses took up weapons for close combat, they had already been blocked. The White Horses’ super high attack power came from their super fast movement speed; once their speed was affected, White Horses would lose everything.

Without altering their speed, the White Horses could not advance in other directions, which meant that the three great northern cavalry forces could only produce three military spirit legions. Liangzhou had produced Flying Bear and the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry produced Trap Formation, and the military spirit path for Youzhou Cavalry was sealed off when the White Horses emerged.

The moment the Dingling King was killed by Zhao Yun, Mii Lohe, nearly frenzied, dropped the war drum and led the remaining seven thousand plus main Dingling troops in a charge toward Zhao Yun.