"Wind, strong wind."

With the order, the Zhenbei Army, which was raiding horses, shot out the arrows in its hands.

After years of long-term training, the 80,000 Zhenbei Army who went out of the frontier were not inferior to the Huns in cavalry and shooting. In addition, the Zhenbei Army equipped the military armored crossbows are superior to the Huns.

At this moment, a one-sided massacre was being staged on the grassland. There were countless Hun warriors falling on their proud riding and shooting. Those powerful blood warriors had no choice but to die when thousands of arrows were fired at once!

As for the totems enshrined by various tribes of the Huns, the 80,000 Zhenbei Army is currently in use. Not to mention the totems fed with blood sacrifices, even the serious immortals and gods must avoid them.

Looking at the many subordinates who fell down like grass crushed by strong wind, the old man was furious at this moment: "How is this possible? This is impossible? When can the Zhou people take out 80,000 string control men?

How could my Huns warriors lose to the Zhou people on riding and shooting? Get up, my wolf cubs, stand up for me, my warriors."

As he called, the old man's spirit when he first stepped on the south of the desert was as bright as being blown by wind and rain, and a slight creeped onto his shoulders quietly.

Today is the second day he set foot in the south of the desert from Liao. He thought that he could defeat Wang Yu with 100,000 string control men. He was very regretful at this moment.

After resting for a day at the junction of southern Mo and Liao, he took the initiative to attack, hoping to break through one by one while Wang Yu's Zhenbei army was still scattered on the grasslands of southern Mo, and then gathered the forces brought by Maodun to counterattack Yanmen and reorganized the former might of the Huns.

But unexpectedly, when he had just set off on the camp the next day, Wang Nanrong had already brought an army of 80,000 to wait for him on his way forward.

The battlefield chosen by Wang Nanrong, who was as savage as a ghost, was half a day away from the place where he camped yesterday, and just rightly avoided the horse-striking exploration that Lao Shang had first radiated.

When Lao Shang received the news from the second wave of horse explorers and confirmed that Wang Nanrong's Zhenbei Army had already reached the point, the distance between the two armies was less than twenty miles.

In the ordinary world, it is not uncommon for horses to run at full speed for twenty miles, but in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, twenty miles are not a long distance at all.

With one charge and two rounds of volleys, the old master's trump card that crossed the Liao land was lost in this way.

"After the order is passed, the backbone of the Northern Huns has been removed, and it is time for the servants hiding behind us to come forward to clean up the mess.

Tell them that before Maodun arrives, I don’t want the voices of the Huns in Monan to be heard. Those who have outstanding military achievements this time can leave the Huns and join us."

Regarding the conditions given by Wang Yu, many servants were moved by, and people went to high places and flowed to low places. This is the eternal truth of nature. Compared with the Great Zhou and the Huns, it is obvious that the grassland empire is slightly inferior.

"Receive the order."

"As for orders..."

"Kill...slave!"

Under the temptation of interests, most of the Huns in the 30,000 servants yearned for the incarnation of the gods, the son of the Twin clan, Lao Shang Shanyu, waved the scimitar in his hand.

Although his elders were of great strength, he still felt the pain of exhaustion under the 30,000 vassal army.

Seeing the traitors getting closer and closer to him, the old man's eyes were full of hatred.

He is the clan of the Twin Clan and the Shanyu of the Xiongnu royal court! He is likely to fall into the hands of the untouchables under his command? How should he deal with it in the future?

Those untouchables were even more abominable. At the moment they were defeated by the Zhou people, the untouchables should cut off their necks by wielding their swords.

Looking at the old man who was besieged in the center of the army and like a trapped beast, Wang Yu, who was sitting upright in the central army of Zhenbei, nodded to Feng He and Xiahou Wu beside him, signaling the two of them to join forces to win the old man who had no room for a turnaround, and to pick up a huge military achievement for nothing.

After receiving Wang Yu's instructions, Feng and Xiahou Wu immediately drove to the surrounding area of ​​Lao Shang.

Looking at the old man who was extremely tired from the fight not far away, the two showed joy.

Whether it is Lao Shang's current identity as the Northern Xiongnu Shanyu or his former identity as the Zuoxian King of the Huns, it is enough to bring them a contribution to the two of them.

Even though the special contribution of Zhenbei Army was a bit discounted, it would definitely make them lose their stomachs.

"General Feng, I'll leave the brute force that is enough to kill the dragon. I hope the general will be merciful and take the old man off early."

Pulling out the horse-slaying sword hanging on the horse's back, Xiahou Wu took the lead in rushing towards Lao Shang.

Xiahou Wu took the initiative to take on the task of restraining the elders in a head-on manner, which surprised Feng He but also understood a little.

What was surprising was that even if the old man was about to exhaust himself, he was definitely the top master of the world. When facing a master of such a level, anything could happen. Even if Xiahou Wu is a master of martial arts, he might die at the hands of the old man.

It is clear that although Xiahou Wu made a lot of contributions in this Northern Expedition due to his years of martial arts master's strength, in terms of qualifications and status in the Zhenbei Army, Xiahou Wu is far from comparable to him, a general who joined the Marquis' command six years ago.

Looking at Xiahou Wu's charge back, Feng He also pulled out the long spear on the horse's back, wandering around Lao Shang's body like a giant python, waiting to launch a fatal blow.

As the former Zuoxian King of the Xiongnu, today's Northern Xiongnu Khan, Lao Shang's strength is not bad. When fighting alone, Xiahou Wu, who was used to fighting around the world, could not take him down for a while.

If Feng He hadn't been to restrain him on the outside, I'm afraid that the old man would be able to fight Xiahou Wu in a difficult way.

But all this is just if.

With his attention being distracted, even though the mystery of each sword he used when he was fighting was not inferior to Xiahou Wu, he still gradually showed a defeat.

The place where the three of them fought became ravines under the collision of the powers of these three people when they took action. After the sword lights several meters long and the shadow of the spear reached the ground, they easily drew deep ditches.

Under the dust of opium, when the battle situation reached its most intense moment, the battle circle composed of Xiahou and Wu suddenly disappeared, which made the many soldiers present confused?

However, such movements were unable to hide from the fact that all the martial arts and heavenly eyes were not inferior to Wang Yu, who had the ability to heavenly eyes in the past.

Feng He seized the opportunity and stabbed the old Shang Shanyu's mount under his crotch with a spear. He lost the impact of the mount's short charge. The old Shang could not defeat Xiahou Wu in an instant.
Chapter completed!