Yi Hun originally wanted to kill him. At this time, killing him with his own hands is the most beneficial thing for the entire family.
He had to think about the interests of his own family.
However, even if you cannot defeat it, it is no problem for Prince Sang to escape.
He ran so fast, struck the horse desperately, covered in scorching blood or sweat. It was a terrible despair, a terrible madness-Roga came.
The father went on the war in person.
He had actually expected it, but he didn't know that his father came so quickly.
What I didn't expect was that I was not his opponent.
It's not the opponent of the old man who has long been hollowed out by alcohol, sex and money.
Is it tolerable?
He cried like rain. He hated him so much that he whipped the horse's back with whips, venting hard, crying hard, and hating hard.
The defeated generals saw the commander running away. For a moment, they were even more defeated. Seeing that the situation was wrong, they fled in all directions. However, how could the Northern Army allow them to escape? The light cavalry chased them wildly. By dawn, they saw corpses everywhere.
A red sun rose from afar, as if to dispel the endless aura of death.
However, no matter how hot the sun is, there is no temperature.
No matter how hot the sun is, it cannot escape the shadows.
The dead bodies on the ground are hard to move even horses.
After counting the battlefield, the third prince's army of 20,000 was actually killed by eight or nine out of ten.
Although there were crossbowmen covering the North, more than 3,000 people died.
War is always like this, killing three thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of them.
The soldiers cleaned up the battlefield one after another, and Luo Jia rode his horse and looked into the distance. After all, it was the vast desert. No matter how many corpses were, they were dust after this period.
The sky was filled with dust, full of yellow sand, and even the sky became foggy and yellow.
Then, the red underground turns into a dark black!