Outside the North City of Gonggao.

"Boom..."

Before Yan Liang, the killing god, went away, another team of Xuanjia cavalry rushed towards him with a rolling thunder.

"Puff..."

The already panicked rebels of Wuhuan have not yet gained a chance to breathe in fear, and once again fell under the sharp and cold Tang sword.

"Uh..."

"Xilulu..."

"I...I don't want to die!"

Amid the shrill howling, the Wuhuan rebels were like headless flies, panicking and fleeing in all directions.

One person runs, two people run, and follow a group of people...

The Wuhuan people were deeply shocked by the cruelty of the Xuanjia Army and the fierceness of the Xuanjia Army.

Under the cold and sharp Tang sword, the head fell to the ground, the chest and abdomen were pierced, the intestines were flowing out, and the remaining limbs were flying...

The scenes in front of you deeply penetrated into the souls of one Wuhuan person after another.

They finally felt the terror of the Han army, and their souls were trembling.

"Woo..."

The loud trumpet sounded again in the sky.

"It's the horn of the Han army!"

The Wuhuan people who were running around in desperate situations turned back in horror and looked into the distance. They saw that under Gonggao City not far away, there seemed to be thousands of horses galloping, raising the smoke and dust covering the sky and the sun.

In a trance, there seemed to be a devil, who opened his bloody mouth and rushed towards the Wuhuan rebels.

"The Han army is endless, there is another wave?"

"I surrender..."

"We are willing to surrender..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Witnessing the powerful power of the Xuanjia Army, the terrifying memories deep in the minds of the Wuhuan people were finally awakened.

In the dusty memory, the ancestors of Wuhuan once followed the Han army to attack the Xiongnu and witnessed the great force of the Han army.

As powerful as the Huns, they finally crawled at the feet of the Han army. It was from that time that the Wuhuan people began to surrender to the Han rule.

The world changes, the white clouds and the dogs are gradually forgetting this history.

I thought the Han army dared to fight and could fight, together with the mighty and majestic army of the past, were destroyed in the dust of history.

However, today, the Wuhuan people finally discovered that the soul of the Han army that was invincible and invincible in the past was still there.

"No one can defeat them. Even the once powerful and arrogant Huns will be invincible when they meet this Han army!"

"Zhang Chun, Zhang Ju, these two Han thieves, deceived Lord Wuhuan!"

"It's vicious, this is going to kill the Wuhuan people!"

...

The cold murderous intent permeated the world, making the Wuhuan people feel a powerful force of destruction.

This is the sense of oppression brought by the Xuanjia Army.

Life and death will be decided here.

"The will of this wave of Wuhuan people was completely destroyed!"

Tao Ying let out a sigh of relief and slowly urged his horse to move forward. His sharp eyes glanced at the panicked Wuhuan rebels all day long, looking at the fierce and ruthless rebellion, cheering up his wrath.

"Kneeling on the ground and offering a knife..."

The Wuhuan people knelt happily and raised the scimitar in their hands above the top.

————

Wusui County.

On this side, Liu Bei complained, but Bo Xi Xiaoshuai, who survived the disaster, was furious.

"The surname of Hao, do you want to murder this coach so that you can replace him?"

Bo Xi Xiaoshuai was not shot to death by arrows, and Hao Cishuai felt secretly regretful.

"It's a problem now. Bo Xi, a Xianbei Gu, will definitely slander in front of King Qiao; in addition to his mother and sister, King Qiao may not be able to tolerate me!"

Hao Cishuai looked at Bo Xi Xiaoshuai not far from him, and a ruthlessness flashed in his sinister eyes, and the scimitar in his hand tightened.

"It seems that only by killing this lowly person can you take a try; otherwise, even if you return to Youzhou, you may not be able to survive!"

After making up his mind, Hao Cishuai's eyes slashed, quietly lifted the scimitar in his hand, preparing to have a sudden attack, cut off Bo Xi Xiaoshuai's head, which not only relieves his hatred and worries.

"Bo Xiyiluo's sons, Hao Cishuai, shot and killed the sons in Yiluo, and planned to cause trouble. Everyone killed him together. I will direct the King of Qiao to ask for rewards for everyone!"

Before Hao Cishuai attacked, Bo Xi Xiaoshuai, who had already noticed Hao Cishuai's motives, immediately encouraged the Wuhuan people in his own town to deal with Hao Cishuai together.

"Uh, this..."

This time, the 10,000 Wuhuan cavalry that followed Bo Xi Xiaoshuai did not come from one town, but from several towns of Liaodong vassal states.

The previous episode followed Bo Xi Xiaoshuai to plunder more than 3,000 people from Wusui County, which was already the whole of Bo Xiyi.

Now, after a fight with the Han army, Hao Cishuai was hit by arrows, and there were only more than 2,000 people left.

There are more than 7,000 cavalry around Hao Cishuai. When they fight each other, Bo Xiyiluo will naturally not be the opponent.

Therefore, Bo Xi Xiaoshuai's bewitching in the face of battle made the Wuhuan people in Bo Xi hesitate.

"Hehe..."

Seeing that Bo Xi's words did not work much, Hao Cishuai sneered at the corner of his mouth, and the scimitar in his hand was raised a little further.

"Bo Xi, you a lowly slave, you should have died this thought of bewitching the misleading man!"

As soon as Hao Cishuai finished speaking, his body had moved. He urged his horse to step forward and raised his knife to slash at Bo Xi Xiaoshuai.

"Ha!"

Seeing that he was in danger, if he stayed there, he would die at Hao Cishuai's hands. He made a quick decision, turned his horse's head and headed straight for Lecheng Camp.

Bo Xi Xiaoshuai's sudden escape made Hao Cishuai's sword fail.

"Bo Xi's men, go back to the camp!"

Hao Cishuai was about to chase after him, and with a huh, a group of Wuhuan people from Bo Xi's fury turned their horses and followed Bo Xi's Xiaoshuai toward the camp, instantly blocking Hao Cishuai's way.

"This Xianbei Gu, so cunning!"

No matter how much he scolds, no matter how unwilling he is, Hao Cishuai knows very well that Bo Xi's escape has been blocked.

Hao Cishuai, with a pale face, looked around and looked around thousands of Wuhuan cavalry, and was at a loss for a moment.

"Ga...ga..."

A few geese flew over from the sky, from north to south, and sprinkled with desolate cry, just like Hao Cishuai's mood at this time.

"Where should we go from Haoyiluo in Liaodong?"

————

Outside the North City of Gonggao.

The fierce battle outside Gonggao City seemed to have pressed the pause button.

There is no sound of the sound of killing, the sound of metal collision, the sound of swords and arrows entering the flesh, the neighing and sniffing of war horses...

You can no longer see the cold light flashed by the cold sword in your hand due to the slash, you can no longer see the scene of being killed and falling off the horse, you can no longer see the scene of sneak attacks and slaughtering behind you...

However, the dark clouds of war that suppresses this world are still there, and they still cover all directions.

Tao Ying, who was sore and soft, rode on the blood-stained war horse, slowly walked past several piles of swords and arrows piled up by Wuhuan people, walking through the battlefield that had stopped, with a heavy face.

"Pity white bones accumulate the lonely tomb, and I will find military achievements for the general!"

Tao Ying was deeply shocked by the bloody scenes in front of him. The originally empty fields were in chaos from south to north.

“Is this the essence of war?”

Human corpses and horse corpses lying straight and straight...

Scattered limbs and broken bodies, and outflowing internal organs...

The body is twitching, moaning, howling wounded soldiers, injured horses...

A stream of blood flowing without condensation...

"Is this hell?"

"Is this the Forgetful River?"

The strong smell of blood was floating in the air, which made Tao Ying feel nauseous and vomiting.

Unfortunately, Tao Ying, who was exhausted all over, no longer had the strength to spit it out.

Besides, there are also 17 or 18-year-old Tian Yu, and Ma Zhong, who is not old, who is not ashamed to vomit in front of them.

I walked forward for a while, and although I could still see the corpses that fell to the ground, they were no longer as miserable as the main battlefield.

"Puff..."

The chaotic sound of horse hooves alarmed several vultures and flew into the sky with their wings.

"Quagua...Quagua..."
Chapter completed!