"kill!!!!!"

Wu Nian had changed his horse. The original maroon horse had injured its front leg. The current horse was a black war horse, but the blood almost dyed it red.

A war horse is a war horse. Even in such a battlefield, it is still docile and controlled by Wu Nian.

The blood on Wu Nian's body was only more or less than that. There were five arrows stuck in his chest, swaying with his movements.

He was stimulated by the battlefield, and his eyes were red. The horse in his hand waved out excitedly but numbly, and then took it back.

Every time he swung his horse spear, he would definitely kill a Mongolian soldier. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, he just killed, killed, and killed again.

His arm was numb, completely numb. But it didn't matter, as long as he could survive today and win this war.

It doesn't matter if it's swollen after the war.

"Kill!!!!" Wu Nian spat out bloody spit and roared with all his strength. He swung out the horse spear in his hand and directly chopped down two Mongolian soldiers with a sharp spear. Two heads shot into the sky.

It rises and then rolls down, like a watermelon.

"Dong dong!" There was a sound of dong dong.

The headless corpse continued to spurt blood, then fell to the ground, twitched for a moment and then became silent.

"Kill!!!" Wu Nian roared again, and charged forward on his horse. One spear stabbed the chest of a Mongolian soldier. The body flew backwards, and hit another soldier with a crash.

Named Mongolian Yuan soldiers.

Wu Nian, wearing heavy armor and holding a horse spear, finally lived up to his imagination. Mounting his horse and holding a spear, he was invincible between the two formations.

While Wu Nian was fighting, he also raised his head, looked around, and a slight smile gradually appeared on his lips.

There are fewer and fewer Mongolian soldiers.

Among the three to four thousand men and horses, Han soldiers may account for one-third. These soldiers and horses of tens of thousands of Han households are just a supporting role.

Facing such a fight, some people's hearts are broken and their soles are greasy.

Although they share the same ancestor, there are always differences.

"I will definitely win this war." A smile appeared on Wu Nian's lips, a cold smile. Then he turned to look at Jin Huanshan.

After a battle with this Meng Yuan Wanhu general, the outcome was indecisive. The two sides were separated by their own troops, and there was no more fighting.

Jin Huanshan killed very fiercely, with a long-handled sword, he was invincible, and there was no enemy under his command. However, no matter how brave the general was, it was difficult to change his decline.

Jin Huanshan did not lose, but his army lost because of insufficient strength.

"Brothers!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wu Nian raised the horse in his hand, stabbed it straight into the sky, and shouted: "Kill Jin Huanshan, kill the Meng Yuan Wanhu generals."

"It's time for these undefeated generals of ten thousand households to shed the first drop of blood."

"This glory belongs to us."

"kill!!!!"

A roar filled the sky. It temporarily covered the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and rumbled into the ears of all the soldiers on both sides of the war.

After a moment of silence, both sides had completely different reactions.

Already stimulated by murderous intent, Wu Nianjun's soldiers suddenly acted like wild beasts, filled with animalistic desires. Their eyes stared straight ahead, and the murderous intent leaked out, as if it had turned into something substantial.

That's right.

The Meng Yuan and the Chu State had been at war for many years. The Chu State's commanders suffered numerous casualties, but among the generals of the Ten Thousand Households of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, there were only old generals and no generals who were damaged in the battle.

Today, it is time for Meng Yuan's generals to shed the first drop of blood.

"Kill!!!!" All the soldiers of Wu Nian Army, searching for the remaining physical strength in their bodies, suddenly burst out with powerful explosive force and killed the Meng Yuan soldiers who were still fighting.

As for the Mongolian soldiers, they were horrified.

They want to kill our general Wanhu?

Have things reached this point?

"Kill!!!!" As the Meng Yuan soldiers were momentarily distracted, as the morale of Wu Nian's soldiers was greatly boosted, Wu Nian's army moved forward in large strides, and what followed was the falling of Meng Yuan soldiers in pieces.

soldiers.

It's not that the Mongolian Yuan soldiers have become weaker, but that their numbers have become smaller.

The saying that there are not many soldiers, but elites is sometimes not necessarily accurate.

The situation on the battlefield has been reversed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" Jin Huanshan was indeed brave and good at fighting. He was worthy of the name of General of Ten Thousand Households. He was holding a long-handled sword and was fighting crazily.

But he kept killing and killing, but he couldn't kill.

One Wu Nianjun soldier died, and there were two more to replace him, and three more to replace him. All the Wu Nianjun soldiers wanted to stab this Meng Yuan Wanhu to death.

"General, leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Yes. General. If we don't leave, we will be surrounded."

"Time waits for you, General."

The soldiers around Jin Huanshan were the most elite and loyal. When they saw something was wrong, they quickly persuaded Jin Huanshan.

But Jin Huanshan was already killing him madly, and the pride in his heart did not allow him to retreat. With a pair of red eyes, he roared: "There is no defeated General Meng Yuan in this world."

"Wu Nian used a trick to kill my soldiers, but I still have a reason to stop him."

"In this situation, I was defeated head-on. If I ran away in such a hurry, I might as well die here."

Jin Huanshan's will is very determined.

If you are destined to be defeated, it is better to die than to escape.

But his soldiers did not give him a chance to die here. After dozens of soldiers looked at each other, they swarmed up, hugged Jin Huanshan, and dragged him off his horse.

"Let go, let me go!!!" After all, Jin Huanshan had been fighting for a long time and was exhausted, and all his soldiers were strong. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, so he was dragged away quickly.

Already.

And with Jin Huanshan leaving, the final word was finalized, and the overall situation was settled.

The flag-bearing soldier did not retreat, because if he lost the flag, he would definitely be beheaded when he returned.

"Kill!!!!" A member of the Hundred Households excitedly stabbed the rider to death with a spear, then bent down and picked up the "gold" flag, laughing loudly and saying: "Hahahaha. The flag is mine.

"

With the fall of Jinhuan Mountain and the fall of the banner, the Meng Yuan people further collapsed and fled in all directions.

The Han soldiers who originally numbered tens of thousands of Han households were almost all gone. In a short time, the Mongolian people were defeated like a mountain.

"Kill them. Kill as many Mengyuan people as you can see!!!" Wu Nian wanted to pursue him, but found that his arm was sore and swollen, so he managed to hold Ma Shan without making a fool of himself.

Damn it, how many times have I swung the horse sword and how many people have I killed?

But it's all worth it.

A smile appeared on Wu Nian's face, and he shouted: "Wang Gui."

"General." Wang Gui, who was covered in blood, touched the blood on his face and limped to Wu Nian.

"Injured?" Wu Nian frowned and asked with concern.

"There is something wrong with the leg, but it's nothing serious." Wang Gui raised his head and said with a smile on his face.

"Okay." Wu Nian felt relieved, and then ordered: "Immediately organize the people in the rear, rescue the wounded, and strip off the armor and weapons of the dead."

"Yes." Wang Gui responded loudly, turned around and went down.

Wu Nian took a deep breath, reluctantly handed the horse to the soldier, turned over and dismounted, staggered and almost fell. He shook his head at the soldier who wanted to help him, and sat down with a Meng Yuan

The soldier's body exhaled a long breath.

"Win!"

"This is my soldier."

"Soldiers of Beishan Fort."
Chapter completed!