fanaticism.

This is human nature.

Wu Nian is now wandering between calmness and fanaticism. On the one hand, the coach needs to stay calm at all times and make the right decision when the battlefield changes.

In one thought, the lives of hundreds of thousands of troops were killed.

Nearly tens of millions of soldiers and civilians will have a destiny for a hundred years or even hundreds of years in the future.

on the other hand.

After more than ten years of struggle, the result will finally come to fruition.

today.

Just today.

On the other hand.

The same is true for the Mongol Yuan people. Chunyuan led tens of thousands of households to the south and instantly fell into the five prefectures and thirty-two cities. Seeing that Liaodong was pacified, the Central Plains were expected.

But there was no idea where a tiger from Liaodong emerged, and started with 300 elite soldiers. Within more than ten years, it swept across Liaodong.

The 20,000 households in the Mongol Yuan caused the loss of troops and generals.

He attacked the Mongol Yuan land and cut off Vladivostok.

Destroy Goguryeo.

Chunyuan and the ten thousand households under his command also hid aggrieved in their stomachs. It seemed like a big dragon, but it could only be crowded in the mud and could not stretch its body.

Today's battle.

Then he wanted to cut through the dark sky in his hand and create a bright world, and the sun and moon shine.

The Mongolian Yuan will win.

As the situation gradually turned around, Chunyuan, who was about to win a great victory, and his ten thousand households were striving to fight.

The morale and combat effectiveness of the Mongolian Yuan warriors were amplified to the maximum, and the entire army fell into fanaticism.

"Kill!!! Kill the Han army and rush into the Han city. Women, wealth, have everything."

"That's right. Invade Liaodong and take everything for yourself."

"The prince has an order, just win. Let us slaughter the city for ten days. Come to Liaodong for ten days."

The Mengyuan soldiers howled wildly, their eyes red, wishing they had nine lives to rush forward and chopped the Han army ahead.

Originally, Chunyuan and others were relatively gentle, but this time, in order to win, Chunyuan didn't care about it, and took out the tradition of the Mongolian Yuan and promised to massacre the city for ten days after conquering Liaodong.

A large plunder was launched.

The Mongol Yuan is a tiger and wolf army. Only by corresponding indulgence can they exert their maximum combat power.

Chunyuan's previous strategy of appeaseing the Han people was actually to restrain his own hands and feet.

Only now the Mongolian Yuan warriors have shown their true form.

They also think they have the upper hand and victory is in sight. They are not humans, but tigers and wolves, pure beasts.

Killing and sexual desire brew in their minds and dominate their actions.

There is a Mongolian Yuan language in the Mongolian Yuan.

The Han soldiers didn't know what they were shouting. But the Han soldiers felt it.

"Brothers, stop them. So what if you lose one thousand households? The king once said that we are a war nation. We are a war nation. We are a level higher than the fighting nation. We will beat them."

"That's right. Brothers. The war nation wins more with less. Thinking about Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, who brought the Han cavalry to sweep the Huns and seal the wolf Juxu, gave the might of powerful force and suppressed the grassland. Now it's our turn. Follow it.

King, follow the generals and kill.”

"Brothers, look at these monkeys. They are not humans, but Tartars, or wild animals. Restoring Liaodong and expelting Tartars, today."

One mountain and another mountain are high.

When the Mongolian Yuan warriors were extremely frenzied and had extremely powerful combat power burst out, the Han army's resilience was even more amazing. They accepted the instructions of [Dayi] and went straight to where the benevolence and righteousness were.

What is God?

What is Buddha?

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha standing on the ground?

To stop the sword, to be a martial arts?

That doesn't exist.

Only by holding a steel knife in hand, slashing the enemies ahead completely. The war will end and the world will be peaceful.

Putting down the butcher's knife is just a disaster.

Stop the sword and serve as martial arts, but let the tiger return to the mountain.

kill!

kill!

kill!!!!

If you fight for peace in the world, Yanhuang will be called honored.

Countless Mongolian Yuan soldiers, under the instructions of the flag, moved forward bravely.

Countless Han army soldiers, under the guidance of Dayi, flew moths to the flames.

This decisive battle between Huanglong has reached its climax at this time. It is difficult for both sides to decide the outcome for a while. The battlefield is just a meat grinder, constantly devouring human lives and releasing corpses and blood.

Head and broken limbs.

In the sky.

The thick clouds showed no sign of dissipation, but the rain gradually became smaller. The vultures who had been waiting for a long time were trembling with excitement, but they still dared not fall.

Just wait for the war to end, they will enjoy this flesh-and-blood feast.

"Kill!!! Kill!!!!"

Wei Polu kept waving the horse spear in his hand and rushed to the front. The armor on his body was hit by many arrows and injured, and it became damaged. The horse spear in his hand was dyed bloody and sharp.

The spear has become dull.

His body gradually became weak, but his spirit was still in the most exciting stage. His eyes were red, and people were tilted down wherever he passed.

Even the most fanatical Meng Yuan warrior looked at the young general and calmed down and showed a look of awe.

The strong.

Respected, even if it is an enemy.

"Go together and kill him!!!"

A head of the Monkey King's Monument looked extremely unsightly. He called out his personal soldiers and rushed forward together, rushing towards Wei Polu.

"Come on!!!!" Wei Polu raised a face stained with blood, showing a devilish grin. The horse spear in his hand came first and stabbed the thousand-man commander Meng Yuan.

"He has been fighting for a long time, but he still has this strength?!!!!" The long-time Meng Yuan man with a spear was used to block it, but he almost couldn't even hold the horse spear. His face changed drastically, revealing an incredible look.

"Kill!!!!" Wei Polu didn't know why he had such a powerful force, so he couldn't think about it. He could only kill, kill, kill.

Kill everyone you see in front of you.

He roared repeatedly, and with only three moves, he killed the Monkey King of the Yuan Dynasty. He was about to advance and continue to kill, but suddenly he lost his hooves and fell to the ground.

"Little General!!!!" Wei Ru's personal soldiers on both sides were shocked and shouted in a hurry.

"Hahahaha." After Wei Polu rolled down, he stood up with a donkey. He lost his horse spear, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, laughed wildly, and rushed towards the one in front of him.

The Mongols and Yuan spears were heavily armored soldiers. Five more people were killed.

Then, Wei Ru's personal soldiers picked up Wei Polu's horse spear and presented the war horse. Wei Polu inserted the rolled steel knife back into the scabbard, held the horse spear, turned over the horse, and continued to fight.

This is the battlefield.

No matter the noble or low, the wise or foolish.

All lives are equal, equally noble, and equally lowly.

Until both sides decide the winner.

Become a king and be defeated as a bandit.

No retreat after a step.

Can't retreat.

At this moment, it seemed like a uniform sound, and it seemed as if the sound of horse hooves was extremely messy. As the sound of horse hooves sounded, the ground gradually trembled.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As the melodious sound of the horn unfolded, the Slavs' ten thousand iron cavalry arrived at the battlefield.

Success or failure.
Chapter completed!