When the flames in the trench burn, people become so small. One by one, one life dances in the flames. Wailing sounds rise and fall in the fires. It is vague that all kinds of twisted souls are constantly changing shapes in the flames.

Chen Leng, who was standing in the cart, looked at the scene in front of him but did not cheer like his soldiers, but he did not feel guilty. He was no longer the boy who was pretentious about the preciousness of life. War has always been like this.

He did not cheer or compassion, and he knew very well how much the price of compassion for the enemy was.

He was just very calm.

The burnt smell began to dissipate, and the temperature of the flames forced Ning Jun to retreat a little. The smell penetrated into people's noses and made people unable to adapt. This smell may exist in many people's noses for a long time. Whenever I think about it, the smell will involuntarily emerge, like the last curse of those who were burned to death.

It is also the most powerless curse.

The weak people place hopes for revenge on curse.

Ning Jun stood in the distance and watched the fire burning and the smell of burnt always emanating. Through the fire curtains, you could vaguely see the fear and despair on the faces of An Liu people in the distance. Perhaps that was just an illusion.

Qi Nie Nie was sitting on the horse's back and watching the raging fire. He did not notice that his body was trembling and could not help but tremble. The ones who were burned to death in the fire were the most elite soldiers of Anxue. They had slaughtered countless places, but now they are slaughtered.

People from the Western Regions believed in Zen Buddhism, and Qi Nie Gou had heard of such retribution. He did not agree with it, but at this moment he thought of this word.

The fire continued to burn for a long time. When the fire gradually went out, black smoke continued to rise in the trench, and the smoke covered a large area, but no one in the smoke rose to heaven.

"Blow the horn!"

At this moment, the cold military order sounded.

Wow!

The sound of the horn floated out from him.

"Daning warriors!"

"kill!"

At the command of Luo Kedi, the general of the Wu-character camp, he had been waiting for a long time. With his roar, the Daning soldiers pressed forward neatly. The footsteps came like muffled thunder, and the ground was trembling in front of the thunder.

The Daning soldiers wearing black armor passed through the black smoke. They were like demons transformed by black smoke. At the moment when they roared out, the despair and fear on the face of An Liuren became heavier.

With a puff, Luo Kedi slashed the man in front of him to death with a knife. The knife stumbled into his neck. An Xiu's head fell to the ground along with half of his shoulders. The blood gushed out at that moment, emitting temperature, so that the space seemed a little distorted.

This was the first time that the Daning war soldiers had a large-scale head-on confrontation with the Anshu people. In order to welcome the inevitable battle, Chen Leng prepared for several years. He understood the Anshu people that even if this battle did not happen in Tubo, it would inevitably happen in Daning in the future. Instead of letting the war involve the people of Daning, it would be better to keep the war away from the people.

In order to deal with the fighting style of Anshu people, Chen Leng thought of almost all the possibilities. In this world, those who can fight against the Daning warriors head-on are also Anshu people, so how could Chen Leng take it lightly?

Luo Kedi still makes good use of his horizontal sword, but the Daning soldiers he brought with him did not use long swords. They used long spears that were cheap but more effective in dealing with the scimitars in the hands of the Sakura. The long spear with a wax rod is simply a nightmare for short weapons. Compared with the heavy spear, long spears are simple and cost-effective.

There is not one-tenth of a long spear, and it is extremely easy to equip the army on a large scale. Moreover, this ash is very willful and difficult to break.

The close combat skills of the Anshen people were very fierce. They summarized the fighting styles in battles one after another, but Chen Leng did not intend to let the Daning soldiers use a knife to cut their lives for their lives.

The spear kept stabbing forward, just stabbing forward. The scimitar of Anji people cut down and found not all the guns, densely packed with guns.

The scene made people feel numb when they saw the scalp, and the spear kept poking forward, mechanically like movements, no matter where the enemy's body was stabbed, sting, sting, sting, sting, sting, sting, and sting again.

Such movements seemed to be extremely rough, but they completely shattered the last trace of courage of the Absassin.

A young resting soldier slashed with red eyes, and then felt a little cold in his heart. It was cold rather than pain. He subconsciously lowered his head, and then saw something leaving his heart, and blood gushed out of the hole. With a buzzing sound in his mind, the world seemed to instantly become a single white. Even the armor on the Ning army soldiers turned white, the sky was white, the earth was white, and the blood was white.

When Sè Cai returned to his mind, his body had been pierced through a second wound. The gun was stabbed into his lower abdomen. When the tip of the gun was pulled out from his lower abdomen, there was something with it. I don’t know if it was a piece of intestine or something else. The sticky blood dripped down the gun rod, and the red tassels were stuck together by blood.

There are such sounds on the battlefield, such as the sound of iron tools piercing the leather armor, the sound of human flesh, and the sound of life.

After being stabbed, an Anshu fell to the ground, waving the scimitar in his hand like crazy. However, his scimitar could not touch the enemy at all. Then he saw a gun stick hit hard and hit his face with a snap. The gun stick was a stick. He was immediately stunned. The Daning soldiers pressing forward forced the Anshu people step by step. The injured person lying on the ground was stabbed several times by three long spears before he could stand up.

"retreat!"

Qi Nie Nie's eyes were bloody and red, and he knew that he had lost again.

As the horn of retreat sounded, the rest of the team in the back team left first. It was too late for the people in front to retreat. Ningren stuck behind them like a demon. They did not turn around and retreat and died faster.

"Change the knife!"

Luo Kedi gave an order.

The Daning soldiers threw the spear in their hands forward, and a dense spear fell into the team of Anshu. Looking down from above, the spear fell like raindrops falling on the lake. The person who fell down was the ripples from the raindrops on the lake, circle by circle, circle by circle, and circle by circle. After the spear was thrown out, the Daing soldiers pulled out the black-lined knife hanging from behind, held the knife in both hands, and followed the butt of Anshu.

Even the Anxie people were able to fight face to face, and the outcome of handing over the enemy behind them was clear.

The Daning soldiers kept squeezing forward, driving the defeated soldiers of the Anshe people to attack their rear team. Therefore, the array of Anshe people became more and more chaotic, and the more chaotic it was more beneficial to the Ning army. You could hear the generals of the Anshe people issued military orders frantically, and the roars were rising one after another in the Anshe people's team, but the team was squeezed so that it was impossible to quickly restore the establishment. The more they ran, the more they dispersed, and the more they ran, the more they became more and more panicked.

This is the most exciting way to play for the Daning warriors.

The grin on the corner of Luo Kedi's mouth was covered with blood.

Rolling bead curtain.

Daning's army is good

Like the hands that roll up the bead curtain, and the resting man is the bead curtain.

The Daning soldiers who were chasing out had their eyes red. They were all in front of them with the enemy's backs. Their horizontal swords could cut and kill people continuously. The earth on the battlefield began to become muddy. There was no real rain falling, it was blood.

When the battle boots were stepped on the ground, the blood-soaked soil squeezed to one side, exuding the smell of life disappearing.

The knife forms the sword curtain.

Blood turned into a waterfall.

The Anshu retreated frantically, while the Daning soldiers chased after them.

The battlefield began to spread to the west, the Anshu people in front were running faster and faster, and the Anshu people behind continued to fall. One Anshu people ran and looked back. He illusioned that what he saw was not a human, but a group of demons wearing armor and green faces and fangs slaughtering. What he didn't know was that the expression on his face at this moment was exactly the same as the expression on the faces of those pursued by the Anshu people when they were chasing soldiers from other countries before.

Luo Kedi led the soldiers of the Wu character camp to chase and kill ten miles in one breath. Blood was everywhere within the ten miles. The corpses that had just been touched were covered with the earth. The more west the corpses became, the more scattered they were.

Qi Nie Nie's shoulders were trembling constantly. He sat on the horse and looked back at the battlefield. The Daning soldiers were cutting heads like bloodthirsty devils.

At that moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave that had not melted for thousands of years, and his whole body was cold.

This is a big victory, killing at least 30,000 Anxi people, and the losses of the Daning warriors were not great. The great victory after such careful preparation seemed to come without any surprises. This is one of the most fair laws of nature. People who are more prepared will never succeed more easily than those who are not prepared.

The Sabre retreated, and the bodies left outside the Daning camp were prides they could never pick up again.

Tubo royal court.

Gallock looked at Qi Nie Gou, who was kneeling in front of him, with his face very white and he was very angry.

"It's not your fault, it's mine."

Galogluo reached out to help Qi Nie Go up: "I shouldn't have sent you there. I knew you were not Shen Leng's opponent, but I still asked you to go there. So the biggest responsibility for defeating this battle is with me. I just thought you were not that stupid."

He helped Qi Nie Heo up and looked at Qi Nie Heo's eyes: "Your incompetence has ruined my more than 30,000 elite soldiers. You are like an idiot and follow Shen Leng's arrangement step by step. I have forgiven you many times, but I cannot forgive some of them."

Gallocluo waved his hand: "I am wrong, you are wrong."

As he waved his hand, the two personal guards strode over and set up Qi Nie Go and dragged him out.

"No one can punish my fault, but I must punish your fault."

Qi Nie Go's wailing sound exploded outside the hall and then ended abruptly.

Soon, the guard walked in with the head of the abandoned Nie Hei and bent over and bowed.

"Send it to King Zuo Xian and tell him that I will let him fight Ningren, and that his son will discipline him. If he disappoints me, I will cut off his head."

"yes!"

The guard turned around and went out with his head, and soon disappeared from sight.

Leita, the left-wise king of the Kingdom of Sabre, is one of the most valued generals under Gallocalo. He has made great achievements in his battles in all battles, so Galoglocalo reused his son. However, Galoglocalo did not expect that Nie Nie would lose so badly.
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