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Chapter four hundred and eighty fourth fierce battle

The vigorous war drums echoed across the heaven and earth, and the desolate horns played lamentations!

The area outside Yanmen Pass had completely turned into blood at this time, with human blood and horse blood mixed together and soaking almost every inch of the entire battlefield.

Meng Wu led the Wolf Fang Army to intercept He Tuomu who was leading the Xiongnu elite death squads to break through the Qin array. The war horses neighed and the swords swept away. A series of chilling swords followed, and they slashed wildly.

Kill all enemies in front of you.

The short time of burning incense was as long as a lifetime for Meng Wu. The blood all over the sky covered his vision. The Hun soldiers and horses rushing in like a tide made him feel suffocated. At this moment,

Meng Wu had forgotten everything. He was just inciting the Gang Qi in his body like a machine, violently killing all the enemies in front of him, and rushing in selflessly.

Even though his body has been strengthened by Gang Qi, facing the charge of tens of thousands of troops, the suppression of the army in the void and the impact of the large formation on the battlefield, even a top-notch general will still be forced to suppress half of the Gang Qi in his body.

Qi prevents it from being released from the outside of the body. Even though the strong physique is still there, the Qi body protection that allows a super-class warrior to ignore ordinary damage has lost its true power.

"kill!"

With a roar, Meng Wu's eyes suddenly became empty. He had already rushed through countless Huns. The original dark armor completely turned into dark red. The bloody fight left only the side of the enemy.

The corpses and flesh on the ground were covered with blood, and the scarlet light of the sword shone with a bone-chilling chill.

"Hush!!"

Turning the horse's head, Meng Wu looked at the chaotic battlefield behind him. It was extremely bloody. Nearly half of the thousands of wolf fangs that were originally following him were lost and scattered.

Shivering with distress, this is the first time that Langya has suffered such a big loss since its establishment. His eyes turned blood red, and the bone-chilling chill seemed to turn into substance. Meng Wu tore off the pieces that had become fragmented on his body.

armor,

Encouraging the Gangqi, which had been suppressed to an extremely low level by the battlefield forces, he forcibly repaired the more than ten bone-deep scars on his body, and followed the river of blood that he had rushed out and crushed, staring at the same people who were fighting to the death.

Of and Tomu.

"My sons, keep charging! Charge into Yanmen and fight with blood for three days! All the gains belong to you!" He and Tuomu also stopped charging and took a breath. He, who was not as strong as Meng Wu, was wearing armor at the moment.

It had long been shattered and embedded in his flesh and blood. If he hadn't been self-aware and not on the front line, he might have been shattered into a pile of flesh at this moment.

Even so, his body was completely stained red with blood, and there were countless criss-crossing wounds of various sizes all over his body, especially on his chest. Through the bright red armor, several bone-deep wounds were always threatening him.

Life. This was the first time that Tuomu and I felt the distance of death since we rushed all the way to the leader of the Southern Huns.

So close.

From the time when He Tuomu led the elite Xiongnu death squads to charge towards the center of the Qin Army, preparing to kill the Qin Army's crossbow formation, to when Meng Wu led the Langya to brazenly launch a blockade, it actually only took one stick of incense, but it was the time of this stick of incense.

, the Xiongnu's endless elite cavalry had lost nearly half of their number under the Qin's unparalleled crossbow array.

In terms of morale and military strength, the morale of the Xiongnu inspired by material greed such as women and money is always not as good as the iron-blooded will of the Qin Dynasty engraved in the bones, not as good as the morale of the Mengwu single-handedly killing generals, not as good as the

The Wolf Fang warriors blocked the Xiongnu's elite death squads and killed them through the accumulated morale.

Fear gradually rose in his heart. He Tuomu looked at the soldiers around him with a sad smile. They were still crazy on the surface, but the gradually awakening fear in their eyes could not be hidden. Under the strong conflict between greed and life, the desire to survive wildly

For the Huns, survival gradually gained the upper hand.

"Kill!" He Tuomu looked at Meng Wu and others who had just opened up a river of blood on the battlefield, and looked at the elite Qin army beside him that had lost most of its strength. A cold light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, if he wanted to turn defeat into victory, the only way was to turn defeat into victory.

Only by taking the head directly can the wildness and fanaticism in the hearts of the Huns soldiers be awakened and they can fight again.

"Well done!!" Meng Wu, who was charging towards He Tuomu along the blood river, had a cold look on his face. How could he not see He Tuomu's plan? The chill and killing intent in his heart came out, "Then

Let’s see who beheads whom!!!”

Without any hesitation, Meng Wu accelerated his charge again. The whole person and the sword in his hand seemed to turn into a scarlet stream of light, leaping over the blood river. The moment he and Tuomu reacted, there was a cold flash of light.

Mang's scarlet sword slashed directly in front of him with a violent momentum.

"Blow me the trumpet, and the whole army will attack. Attack with all your strength from the direction where He Tuomu broke through! Overwhelm the Qin army!!" From a distance, Urhan looked at the situation in front of him, his mind raced, and he directly killed Meng Wu who had just come out.

The blood river became He Tuomu's assault direction, desperately stimulating the morale of the Xiongnu army, mobilizing the army and rushing forward quickly.

At this time, Urhan didn't even have time to worry about whether he would be shot into a hornet's nest by the Qin army's powerful crossbow. He only knew that if He Tuomu died, the last morale of the Xiongnu army would inevitably dissipate, and the battle would be completely lost.

No, it was not just this battle that was lost, but the spirit that the entire Huns had finally gathered together. Faced with the spirit of the Han people who had torn the Xiongnu empire into pieces, even if these Han people were in civil strife, even if these Han people changed their names,

Called Qin.

"Kill! Everyone rush with me!" Urhan has completely given up on the retreat. He has used all the power in his hands to press forward. The Xiongnu military strength, the will of the royal court, and all the information about the Xiongnu war he has mastered are in

Fully blooming at this moment, it is bound to break out of the world for the Xiongnu.

"He Tuomu, hold on to me, the people of the God of Heaven must never be defeated again!!" Urhan roared and led his guards, encouraging the Xiongnu elite cavalry to press towards the Qin army's formation.

"Kill!" Maybe it was Urhan's outburst, maybe it was the bloody battle with Tuomu, but the Huns were in fear, but it completely activated the wildness in their hearts, and with a mixture of panic and madness, they followed Wu again.

Erhan, stepping on the path of the blood river, rushed forward even more crazily.

"Let go!" In the military formation, the leaders of all parties and the captain spontaneously took over the command while Meng Wu was restrained, and issued orders one after another.

"Puff!"

The sky-wide rain of arrows rose again, and the blood that shot out dyed the world red. Wave after wave of crossbow arrows roared and invaded. It was like the sudden rain in the strong wind, connecting the sky and the earth without even realizing it.

Ah! Ouch!

Miserable wails sounded wildly, and the Hun cavalry at the front fell again. Just like cutting wheat, one piece after another merged into the river of flesh and blood beneath them.

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