In the sky.
I don't know when a few white clouds came and covered the sun. The light dimmed for a moment, but soon the white clouds drifted away.
The light returned to normal.
"ah!"
The huge smell of blood attracted many vultures to circle in the sky, chirping loudly, and occasionally a gray feather fell down.
Inside the Bohu Valley.
The troops on both sides fell into madness. They know that if they don't kill each other, they will die.
"Kill!!!" A militiaman who was furious with the killing was not wearing any armor, not even a jacket. He only had a spear picked up from the ground in his hand.
Fortunately, he had been trained with wooden spears and knew how to use a spear to stab a person to death.
Very simple.
If the opponent is an armored soldier, stab the opponent in the neck. If the opponent is a warrior, you can stab him in any way. Alternatively, you can also use the length of the spear to stab the opponent's leg, causing the opponent to lose balance and create opportunities for your companions.
This militiaman was very brave. Together with his two companions, he fought head-on with a Mongolian and Yuan armored spearman.
"Pfft."
He watched helplessly as one of his companions fell to the ground with a big hole in his neck. The companion covered his neck with his right hand, but could not stop the bleeding. He could only lose his breath in despair.
But he didn't back down or be timid.
Meng Yuan people? Really unkillable?
Really can't be defeated?
Our general is Wu Gong, the general who assisted the Han Dynasty.
Our ancestors are Emperors Yan and Huang. If General Wu can't lead us to victory, then who can?
If the ancestors don't protect their descendants, then why should the ancestors do it?
Spit out our sacrifices.
"Kill!!!" This Mongolian soldier was very fierce and stabbed another companion of this militiaman with a spear. This companion also fell.
But before his companion fell, an opportunity was created. The Meng Yuan warrior's right leg was hit hard and he lost his balance.
The militiaman's eyes widened as he recalled scenes from the training in his mind. Apply force from the waist and abdomen, use both arms, lock eyes on the target, and use all your strength.
With a "swish" sound, the spear whistled like an arrow.
"Go to hell." This spear, accompanied by the roar of an ordinary militiaman, was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, overwhelming.
With a "poof" sound, the Mongolian soldier was hit in the neck by a spear. He raised his head and looked at the militiamen. There was not much emotion in his eyes. Being killed and killed seemed to be normal things to him.
But before he died, he tried to raise the spear in his hand and stab the militiaman to death, killing both of them. But in the end, he lost his strength and fell to the ground.
"What a scary guy." The militiaman took a deep breath, his heart was beating at an abnormal speed, his blood was rising, and his face was red. He took a deep look at the Meng Yuan warrior who fell to the ground, then bent down to pick up the opponent's helmet and put it on, and quickly pounced on the next opponent.
"But he's also a guy who can be killed."
He secretly thought.
Death is normal, as easy as drinking water. The Meng Yuan soldiers and Wu Nianjun were like two huge meat grinders. While killing each other, they were also killed by each other.
The blood shed by the soldiers on both sides dyed the ground red, with corpses resting on their pillows. Many people stared at the front with wide eyes.
Wu Nianbing suffered more casualties. But they were more numerous, with a strength of six thousand households. Moreover, there are many people in the rear, not many strong men among them, but there are also some strong and bold women, and some gray-haired old people.
They were like moths flying into the flame. Stimulated by this battlefield, they felt the call of [benevolence and righteousness] in their hearts and shouted.
"The ancestors will protect us."
They swooped up, picked up knives, spears, and even wooden spears on the ground, and joined the battle like crazy.
The most terrible thing for a nation is not its demise.
Rather, although he is alive, his spirit has perished.
Those generals in Liaodong, even generals like Wei Changqing, brought soldiers and horses that were actually castrated soldiers and horses.
General Wei Changqing did not dare to fight in the field with the Meng Yuan people, so he could only rely on the city to fight.
It's not that General Wei Changqing is timid, but countless examples since the rise of the Meng Yuan people have told him that fighting the Meng Yuan people in the field will lead to death.
The general thinks so, the people think so, and of course the soldiers think so too.
Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng thought so too.
Even the Meng Yuan people thought so. Ten thousand households in the Meng Yuan Dynasty thought that Wu Nian did not dare to fight in the field, so they dispersed their troops unscrupulously and used 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers to try to surround Wu Nian.
But Wu Nian had this idea from the beginning.
Guerrilla is only temporary.
Soldiers and horses who dare not fight head-on cannot talk about expelling the Tartars and regaining Liaodong. Guerrilla guerrillas and fightings were fought again and again, and soldiers were cultivated.
The ultimate goal is to fight in large groups to drive away the Meng Yuan people and annihilate them.
As the soldiers, old men, and strong women in Wu Nian's army entered the Bohu Valley like moths flying toward the flame, they entered the Bohu Valley to participate in this war.
The Mengyuan people felt the pressure.
"Why can these guys still fight? Why?" A Meng Yuan soldier who killed four Wu Nianjun soldiers in a row felt like a drowning man. Pressure came from all directions. The spear in his hand was like a I feel too heavy as usual, my breathing is short and my eyes are red.
He felt something was wrong and shouldn't be. Why haven't these Han soldiers collapsed yet? It's so easy to kill when it collapses.
Wasn't it always like this before?
One thousand of us defeated 10,000 people in a short period of time. Then rush up, chase the defeated army, and kill everyone.
But why, why didn't this Han army collapse?
Their eyes were as fierce as wolves, and their expressions were full of determination.
Why? ! ! ! ! This Mongolian soldier was stabbed to death by a spearman of Wu Nianjun. After his body shook for a while, he fell forward to the ground like many of his companions. The wounds on his neck continued to leak. Blood contributes dye to the red earth.
Zhuge Liang said.
Dare to kill thousands of people, and can run rampant in the world.
When an army has twice as many troops as the enemy, or even twice as many troops. No matter how tough the opponent is, as long as you don't collapse.
As long as someone dares to go up.
If you don’t have weapons, you have the courage to bite your opponent to death even if you don’t have fists and feet. Then they won't lose.
This is a Han soldier.
Wu Nian County.
Wu Nian gave them souls.
When the Mongolian people still looked at the Han people in Liaodong with the old eyes. Wu Nian has gathered a group of elite soldiers, truly elite soldiers.
This battle.
The battle of Bohu Valley.
Wu Nian came prepared.
I am invincible!
Literally.
I'm here, I'm going to defeat you and kill you all.
"kill!!!!"
