Zhu Youliang looked at Wu Nian, who was wearing armor and holding a steel knife, with half of his face dyed blood red. After trembling for a while, he asked: "Wu Nian. You claim to be a descendant of Yan Han, and wear Han clothes. But you betray your faith. Is this how Confucius and Mencius taught you?"
"It's a pity. I haven't read the books of Confucius and Mencius. When dealing with barbarians, I only know benefits."
Wu Nian's expression didn't change at all, he was confident and his words were resounding.
"You bastard!!" Zhu Youliang's lungs were about to burst with anger. His fists were clenched, his body was shaking, and his eyes were fierce. He wanted to tear Wu Nian to pieces on the spot.
Wu Nian just sneered back at him.
It's really stupid to talk about loyalty with the barbarians. And do the Han people only have benevolence and righteousness? The Han people's art of war is deceitful, and they use any means to achieve their goals.
Zhu Erha glanced disdainfully at the trembling Zhu Youliang, then turned to look at Wu Nian, raised his head, and said with a sinister smile: "Do you think you will win?"
Wu Nian raised his eyebrows, his expression became much more serious, he took a deep look at Zhu Erha and said, "Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"
"Of course. I, a Meng Yuan man, are not useless. Do you know about the Battle of Shen Chun?" Zhu Erha became more and more proud and said with a fierce look in his eyes.
Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Tieniu, Liu Wu and others stood separately and led elite soldiers to surround Zhu Erha, but their expressions became solemn.
Shen Chun battle.
Han general Liu Guiyou led two guards with a force of about 10,000 people. They besieged a Meng Yuan leader with about a thousand troops.
The two sides had a field battle in a wilderness called Chenchun. As a result, Liu Guiyou was killed, and 10,000 Han soldiers, like 10,000 pigs, were chased and killed by a thousand Mongolian soldiers.
That was many years ago, when the Mongolian people had just established their country. From the beginning of this war, a [god] was formed in the hearts of the Han people.
Even if they have ten times more troops than the Meng Yuan people, they may not be a match for the Meng Yuan people in field battles.
The Mongolian people are a fighting nation.
Wu Nian's elite soldiers were only three hundred households. Including him, Liu Wu, Zhang Jin, and Tieniu, there are only three hundred and forty people.
There were some casualties among the rebels just now. There should be about 320 people left now. There were forty or fifty people on the other side.
Their military strength was less than ten times that of the Mongolian Yuan soldiers.
Of course Wu Nian and the four men are not afraid, but the elite soldiers under their command, although they are said to be elite soldiers, have actually not fought many battles. They are the new recruits who have faced off against the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers for the first time.
It’s just strict training and a strong physique.
The soldiers under their command all took a breath of cold air.
Although Zhu Erha and other Meng Yuan people were surrounded, they seemed to be surrounded by Wu Nian and others, each of them with soaring momentum and incomparable tyranny.
This is God.
It is easy to make clay sculptures in a ruined temple.
Heartbroken and troubled.
It is better to pray to God and Buddha than to pray to yourself.
I control my own life.
The myth of the Meng Yuan people being invincible must be broken.
"Brothers, kill them." Wu Nian shouted in all directions, and rushed forward with both feet. The steel knife in his hand bloomed with bright white light under the firelight.
Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu did not hesitate and rushed forward with steel knives in hand.
The general is brave and unafraid of death, and the army is inspired by it.
If someone takes the lead, morale will naturally be boosted.
The three hundred elite soldiers temporarily put aside their fear of the Meng Yuan soldiers, roared and waved the steel swords in their hands, and rushed forward.
"Follow my lord. Come up."
"Isn't it just death? There is nothing to be afraid of. I will still be a good man after eighteen years."
"Don't Meng Yuan people have one pair of eyes and one nose? Kill him."
Zhuerha was also unfazed. He raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted: "Warriors. Over the years, too many people have tried to defeat us, but they have all been defeated by us."
"Because we are the strongest."
"Kill them all." Zhuerha just said, waving the steel knife in his hand and charging towards Wu Nian. Before leaving, Jin Huanshan told him to be careful about Wu Nian's martial arts.
But at this time, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.
If Wu Nian can be killed, it will turn the tide.
If not, that's pretty much it.
In a fight to the death, only the brave can win.
Wu Nian had expected this and was looking forward to this result.
As long as Zhu Erha is killed, the morale of the Meng Yuan soldiers will collapse. There are really as many Mongolian and Yuan warriors as they need now, and they have also established generals for tens of thousands of Han households.
He had to face too many enemies, and one of his soldiers died one less. The best policy is to protect your own troops as much as possible and eliminate the Meng Yuan soldiers.
That's great for a general.
"Ding!!"
People who wanted to take each other's lives met, and the steel knives clashed in the air. Sparks flew and a gap was cut.
Wu Nian and Zhu Erha both clenched the steel knives in their hands. Their arms swelled a little as if they had taken powerful pills, and veins popped out.
In terms of strength, they are evenly matched.
Working out your body is like lifting weights in the gym, it is a long-term process. It had not been long since Wu Nian killed the Thousand Captain last time, and his strength had not increased much.
Wu Nian was not surprised by this result.
Zhu Erha was not surprised either. This Han man was very strong and very different from the generals he had encountered before.
Zhu Erha once personally beheaded a commander, a real Han general.
lame.
But the Han people in front of me were different, they were really powerful.
In terms of strength, Wu Nian was not surprised. The same goes for knife skills. In his previous life, he was good at cold weapons, including daggers and knives, and was very good at them.
Ma Shu is a beginner.
He is an expert in knife skills.
"Ding ding ding." Wu Nian's arms shook, forcing Zhu Erha to take a step back. Then he waved the steel knife in his hand expressionlessly and walked forward.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian swung out seven swords.
It's not as magical as the combination of seven swords in martial arts novels. But each sword is as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy, with unparalleled power and endless duration.
The angle of each knife is also different, which is very tricky.
Jurha's eyes widened, which was beyond his expectation. This sword technique! It was beyond the capabilities of a commander like him.
What a Zhuerha, even in shock. His instinctive reaction was also extremely strong, and he actually resisted all seven of Wu Nian's attacks.
But after seven sword strikes, Wu Nian still had some strength left. But Zhu Erha's arms were sore and weak, and his moves were old.
"Pfft" sound. Wu Nian first lowered his waist and advanced the knife forward. With a clever move, he hit Zhu Erha's inner thigh from between his feet, causing blood to fly.
This knife is a sure kill.
The aorta was severed, and given the medical conditions of this era, he was dead.
But Wu Nian was generous enough not to watch Zhu Erha bleed to death. Zhuerha did not lose his will to fight. Taking advantage of this moment, he used both arms to stab Wu Nian face to face.
Wu Nian blocked Zhu Erha's blow with his backhand, a sneer appearing on his lips.
His strength has obviously weakened.
"Pfft." Wu Nian turned his wrist, and the sword light drew a perfect half-moon, and then Zhu Erha's head rose into the sky and rolled to the ground.
His helmet fell off and his eyes were wide open. There was no fear, no anxiety, only anger.
A scary guy, a beast that is not afraid of death.
But that’s as far as it goes.
"Ah!!!!" Wu Nian took a deep breath, and then spit it out violently, with a thunderstorm-like sound that attracted everyone's attention.
