The defeat of the three men severely damaged the morale of the Wuhuan soldiers. What was more serious was not the morale, but the riots that had just been suppressed by Yu Wenkang. The riots once again spread like a plague. Wuhuan was defeated first.
, and it was the four powerful Wuhuan warriors who jointly lost, three of them were defeated, and one of them was killed...
Wuhuan's army was in chaos. Some stood still, some turned around and ran towards the camp, some bravely moved forward, and some fled in all directions. Tadun was hit by Zuo Chunyi's flying cross, otherwise it would not have caused Su's death.
The servant is dead, and under Tadun's crotch is a beautiful horse. Not only can it sprint quickly, but it can also sprint quickly.
Even the speed of escaping was not slow. He quickly surpassed Yu Wenkang, who was the first to escape, and rushed into the camp. He wanted to rely on the camp to block the attack of the Han army, but the influx of swarms of swarms could not be closed at all.
At the gate of the camp, there was nothing he could do, so he gritted his teeth and urged the horse to run away.
He didn't run very far when he ran into Gu Jin. It could be said that enemies were extremely jealous when they met. He yelled, dismounted, raised his mace and hit Gu Jin. There were several soldiers beside Gu Jin, who made the horse dance.
The weapon went straight towards Tadun, who was coming towards him.
The machetes of the five personal guards were not strong enough for Tadun to smash them! One mace and one smashed them all to death on the spot. Due to excessive force, the cross wound on Tadun's right arm was bleeding and the pain was unbearable, because
Tired of running for his life, Zuo Chun hasn't taken off his flying fork yet.
Gu Jin saw the right moment and rushed his horse forward. He raised his penis and mace and hit Tadun hard. Tadun gritted his teeth and knocked the mace outward. There was a loud "嘡~!"
Tintin's mace was knocked out, but Tadun almost fell off his horse.
"Haha! Your death has come!" Gu Jin laughed and raised the Tintin mace again and smashed it down hard on Tadun, not giving Tadun the slightest chance. This was exactly what he said: "
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"
After going back and forth for seven or eight times, Tadun couldn't stand it anymore. The pain caused by the wound on his right arm had long since disappeared and was completely numb. His arms were heavy and weak.
The weightless mace has now become extremely heavy. If it weren't for his amazing willpower, I'm afraid the mace in his hand would have been released long ago.
Gu Jin felt even more uncomfortable. As the saying goes: A dead camel is bigger than a horse! This sentence is really true. Don't look at Tadun and this. Gu Jin certainly didn't get any advantage, and his arms were numb from the shock.
The tiger's mouth also had faint traces of blood.
"I'm going to kill you!" Tadun roared, eyes splitting with anger, and urged his horse to rush towards Gujin. Gujin was horrified, turned his horse around and ran away, Tadun followed closely behind him, Tadun
There was a BMW on his crotch. He didn't run far before he caught up with Gu Jin. He raised the mace and hit the back of Gu Jin's head.
"Hey~"
"Ah~~!"
"Go to hell!"
"Ah~!"
"Bang~!"
"Uh-huh~~"
At this critical moment, a stray arrow hit Tadun's left eye. At the same time, a scimitar slashed off Tadun's right arm. Under the double pain, the mace in his hand finally came back.
I can’t lift it anymore,”
With a bang, he fell off his horse. The roof was leaking and it rained all night. People drank cold water and their teeth were clogged. As soon as Tadun's sword fell to the ground, two soldiers under his command came forward, and the two spears struck hard.
It stabbed Tadun hard into both sides.
After Tadun screamed several times, he pulled out the arrow that had been shot into his left eye. The tip of the arrow had Tadun's eyeball on it. He pulled out the scimitar under his ribs, endured the severe pain, and chopped down the two spearmen.
Breathing fire from one eye, holding up a scimitar, the tiger roared: "You are a thief with a broken bone, you are a despicable villain, do you have the guts to fight Grandpa for another three hundred rounds!?"
At this time, more than 300 people had gathered around Gu Jin, but they were stopped by Ta Dun's loud shout. The horse under Ta Dun's crotch took three steps forward, and the Wuhuan cavalry under Gu Jin took three steps back.
, no one dares to take a step forward...
Gu Jin was also frightened. Is this still a human being? Is this a monster? It took a long time before he came back to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fire the arrow~~Fire the arrow for me~~shoot me to death."
Shoot him to death!"
"Abet abet~~"
More than a hundred horse archers under Gu Jin's command took up their bows and fired three waves of arrows. The arrows rained down like locusts.
This time, Tadun was no longer able to dodge. In just a moment, the BMW all over his body and crotch was filled with ferocious arrows. Two arrows ruthlessly penetrated Tadun's thick neck, and the sharp arrow clusters penetrated straight through.
The back of the neck, but no blood flowed out. The blood on Tadun's body had already been lost in the previous fierce fight...
"Huh~~" Gu Jin let out a long breath, finally recovered from the huge shock, shouted loudly, drew out the scimitar under his ribs, and pointed at Tadun who was covered with arrows, Tadun's
Although the war horse was hit by several arrows, it still stood upright. Tadun still held his scimitar high and sat astride the war horse. Gu came closer, cut off Tadun's head with one knife, and tied Tadun's head to the horse's neck.
Later, he led the cavalry under his command and continued to kill towards the Chinese army camp.
"Death!"
Yan Liang's eyes were so angry that he rushed all the way. He killed countless Wuhuan soldiers on the way, but they were all killed with a knife from behind. Now he met a man who faced him head-on. Yan Liang bent over from his horse.
He bent down, and the sword in his hand drew a cold arc in the air, and flew towards the neck of a Wuhuan young general. The Wuhuan young general was not afraid, and raised his scimitar with a tiger roar to meet him.
"when!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing in Qingyue resounded through the sky. General Wuhuan's scimitar couldn't withstand such a violent impact and even broke at its roots. Yan Liang's thick broadsword still had strong momentum and swept across General Wuhuan's shoulder coldly, blood boiling.
With a splash, one of Wuhuan's heads flew up into the air. Although his head was in a different place, his features were still ferocious, staring at Yan Liang.
"Uh-huh~~"
Piercing screams came from the ground. Yan Liang knew without looking down that the unlucky Wuhuan general had been trampled under the hoofs of his mount. The sound of broken bones clearly reached Yan Liang's ears.
Yan Liang knew that even if this Wuhuan general survived, he would be worse off than dead.
"Roar~~"
"Wow~~"
Hoarse howls came from the left and right sides at the same time. Two cold spears struck Yan Liang's left and right chests like poisonous snakes. The sharp spear points were already close at hand. They were two strong Wuhuan soldiers with extremely expressions on their faces.
Twisted, with crazy heat flashing in his eyes, almost the same as a devil, the meaning is, either you die, or I die!
"call!"
"Bah!"
Yan Liang threw the big knife with all his strength, stretched out his hands like lightning, and grabbed the tip of the spear that was stabbing him. With the wild impact of his mount, Yan Liang shouted, and his arms suddenly exerted force at the same time, and he pushed forward with all his strength.
Pick, the two Wuhuan elites holding the spears in their hands who refused to let go have been picked up in the air. Their two bodies weighing more than 100 kilograms were hit back like two crazy heavy hammers. The following Wuhuan soldiers fell down instantly.
Two slices.
"咴lvlv~~"
The horse under Yan Liang's crotch raised its head and hissed sadly. It could no longer withstand such huge pressure, and fell forward hard, throwing Yan Liang heavily out. In the air, Yan Liang could clearly see that the huge body of the war horse had completely collapsed.
Turning over, the three Wuhuan soldiers were heavily pressed under him, and the crisp sound of bones breaking sounded again...
The howling cold wind whistled in his ears, and the cold spear blades confused Yan Liang's eyes. A dozen cold spears had gathered into a dense forest of death, quietly waiting for Yan Liang to fall from the air, and then kill him
The thorns formed a honeycomb! Yan Liang could even clearly see the ferocious expressions on the faces of each Wuhuan soldier.
People are in the air, with no way to borrow power and no way to escape! Yan Liang clenched the two spears in his hands and put them together. Now this is his only chance to survive!
"Ouch~"
Yan Liang let out a wolf howl, and struck down the two spears that were joined together. The strong spear shafts instantly bent into a bow shape. Before the Wuhuan soldier stabbed his body with the spear, Yan Liang's spear had already been struck hard.
On the back of a Wuhuan soldier.
"Uh~~"
With a muffled sound, the Wuhuan soldier vomited blood and died on the spot. His back covered with cloth armor was already bloody.
Relying on the force of the counter-shock, Yan Liang's huge body glided forward with difficulty for a few more steps in the air, and then fell to the cold ground with a "poof". The cold and muddy snow water ruthlessly poured into Yan Liang's mouth.
A dazzling cold light caught Yan Liang's eyes, and he raised his head in surprise. The sword he had just thrown with all his strength was piercing the ground coldly, and he was trembling in the cold wind.
Yan Liang stood up and looked back in shock. His soldiers and Wuhuan soldiers were fighting fiercely. One of his own soldiers had two broken spears stuck in his abdomen, and a section of his intestines was flowing out of his body. He was still fighting to the death. His red eyes were full of seriousness.
Burning with the light of a beast, a hostile Wuhuan soldier was terrified. The Han soldier's double swords merged and his head was cut off like scissors. The Wuhuan soldier's head was cut off, and the Han soldier's head was cut off.
His head drooped like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he died.
A Wuhuan soldier was skilled in swordsmanship. He cut off a Han soldier's legs with one sweep of his sword. But before the Wuhuan soldier had time to get excited, the Han soldier had already rushed over fiercely and strangled him tightly.
At his throat, the Wuhuan soldiers were horrified and stabbed the chest and abdomen of the Han soldier crazily with their swords. In an instant, the Han soldier's chest and abdomen were all blurred, but he still opened his eyes angrily, holding on with both hands, and there were bright red blood stains from his eyes.
His cracked eye sockets slid down, looking as ferocious as a ghost.
A strong Wuhuan soldier rode a Han soldier on his crotch, and strangled the Han soldier's throat with both hands. Just as he was about to fight to death, several cold spears had mercilessly pierced his broad chest.
On the back of his shoulder, the Wuhuan soldier's eyes suddenly stared, and a wisp of bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth. From this point on, his wife and children at home would never see him return again.
The howling wind blew up the scattered snow all over the sky and slapped Nanlou's face coldly. Nanlou's heart was as cold as the ice and snow...
Defeated! Completely defeated! Yiran was defeated when his troops were several times the enemy's and they were facing each other head-on. Is this... true? Waves of blackness appeared in front of Nanlou's eyes, and he couldn't believe himself.
Eyes, when did Han dogs become so powerful? When did Han dogs become so brave? Second only to Xianbei, Wuhuan, the horse clan of the Xiongnu! was defeated by the always cowardly and incompetent Han
In the hands of the army!
Zuo Aoran placed his left hand on the sword under his ribs and looked at the entire killing field. The flames of the war had long been extinguished, and the soldiers under his command showed a perfect victory!
Wen Chou wiped off the blood stains on his face and walked up to his sworn brother Yan Liang, carrying the eight-treasure turtle-backed dragon gun. Yan Liang smiled solemnly and said solemnly: "Brother, we won!" Wen Chou grinned, white and solemn.
His teeth were obviously stained with blood.
"We won!" Ouyang Lie raised his arms and howled.
"Win!" Liu Hu put his maces on his back, clenched his hands into fists, and roared crazily. The veins on his neck were all bulging out from the excessive exertion.
