"kill!!!!!"
Wu Nian had already changed his horse. The original bay-red horse had injured its front leg. The horse was now a black war horse, but the blood had turned it almost red.
A war horse is a war horse. Even in such a battlefield, it is still docile and controlled by Wu Nian.
The blood on Wu Nian's body was only more, not less. There were five arrows stuck in his chest, swaying as he moved.
He was stimulated by this battlefield, and his eyes were red. The horse in his hand waved out passionately but numbly, and then took it back.
Every time he swung his horse spear, he would definitely kill a Mongolian soldier. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, he just killed, killed, and killed again.
His arm was numb, completely numb. But it doesn't matter, as long as we can survive today and win this war.
It doesn't matter if it's swollen after the war.
"Kill!!!!" Wu Nian spat out bloody spit and roared with all his strength. He swung out the horse spear in his hand and directly killed two Mongolian soldiers with a sharp spear. Two heads shot up into the sky. It rises and then rolls down like a watermelon.
"Dong dong!" There was a sound of dong dong.
The headless corpse continued to spray blood, then fell to the ground, twitched for a moment and then became silent.
"Kill!!!" Wu Nian roared again and galloped forward. A spear stabbed a Mongolian soldier in the chest. The corpse flew backwards and hit another Mongolian soldier with a crash.
Wu Nian, wearing heavy armor and holding a horse spear, finally lived the way he imagined. Mounting a horse and holding a spear, he ran vertically and horizontally between the two formations, invincible.
While Wu Nian was fighting, he also raised his head, looked around, and a slight smile gradually appeared on his lips.
There are fewer and fewer Meng Yuan soldiers.
Of the three to four thousand men and horses, Han soldiers may account for one-third. These soldiers and horses of tens of thousands of Han households are just a supporting role.
Facing such a fight, some people's hearts were broken and their soles were greased.
Although they have the same ancestor, there are always mistakes.
"I will definitely win this war." A smile appeared on Wu Nian's lips, a cold smile. Then he turned to look at Jin Huanshan.
This Meng Yuan Wanhu general, after a battle with him in which the outcome was indeterminate. The two sides were dispersed by their respective troops. There was no more fighting.
Jin Huanshan kills very fiercely, with a long-handled sword, he is invincible, and there is no enemy under his command. But no matter how brave the general is, it is difficult to change his situation.
Jin Huanshan did not lose, but his army lost because of insufficient strength.
"Brothers!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wu Nian raised the horse in his hand, stabbed it straight into the sky, and shouted: "Kill Jin Huanshan, kill the Meng Yuan Wanhu generals."
"It's time for these undefeated generals of ten thousand households to shed the first drop of blood."
"This glory belongs to us."
"kill!!!!"
A roar shook the sky. The sound of fighting on the battlefield was temporarily covered up, and rumbled into the ears of all the soldiers on both sides of the war.
After a moment of silence, the two sides reacted completely differently.
Already stimulated by murderous intent, Wu Nianjun's soldiers suddenly acted like wild beasts, full of animal desires. Their eyes stared straight ahead, their murderous aura leaking out, as if it had turned into something substantial.
That's right.
Meng Yuan and Chu State have been at war with each other for many years. The commanders of the Chu State suffered numerous casualties, but among the generals of the Meng Yuan Wanhu, there were only old generals and no generals who were damaged in the battle.
Today, it is time for Meng Yuan's ten thousand generals to shed the first drop of blood.
"Kill!!!" All the soldiers of Wu Nian Army, searching for the remaining physical strength in their bodies, suddenly burst out with powerful explosive force and killed the Meng Yuan soldiers who were still fighting.
The Meng Yuan soldiers were shocked.
They want to kill our general Wanhu?
Have things reached this point?
"Kill!!!!" As the Meng Yuan soldiers were momentarily distracted, the morale of Wu Nian's soldiers was greatly boosted. Wu Nianjun strode forward, and with him came the fallen Mongolian soldiers in droves.
It's not that the Mongolian soldiers have become weaker, but that their numbers have become smaller.
The phrase "there are not many soldiers, but elites" may not be accurate sometimes.
The situation on the battlefield has been reversed.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" Jin Huanshan is indeed brave and good at fighting. He is worthy of the name of the general of ten thousand households. He is holding a long-handled sword and fighting crazily.
But he kept killing, but he couldn't kill.
One Wu Nianjun soldier died, and there were two more to replace him, and three more to replace him. All the soldiers of Wu Nian's army wanted to stab this Meng Yuan Wanhu to death.
"General, leave quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
"Yes. General. If we don't leave, we will be surrounded."
"Time waits for you, General."
The soldiers around Jin Huanshan were the most elite and loyal. When they saw something was wrong, they quickly persuaded Jin Huanshan.
But Jin Huanshan was already killing him madly, and the pride in his heart did not allow him to retreat. With a pair of red eyes, he roared: "There is no defeated General Meng Yuan in this world."
"Wu Nian used a trick to kill my soldiers, and I still have a reason to stop him."
"In this situation, I was defeated head-on. If I ran away in such a hurry, I might as well die here."
Jin Huanshan's will is very determined.
If defeat is doomed, death is worse than escape.
But his soldiers did not give him a chance to die here. After dozens of soldiers looked at each other, they swarmed up, hugged Jin Huanshan, and dragged him off his horse.
"Let go, let me go!!!" After all, Jin Huanshan had been fighting for a long time and was exhausted. Moreover, all of his soldiers were strong. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, so he was dragged away quickly.
And with Jin Huanshan leaving, the final word was finalized, and the overall situation was settled.
The flag-bearing soldier did not retreat, because if he lost the flag, he would definitely be beheaded when he returned.
"Kill!!!" A member of the Hundred Households excitedly stabbed the rider to death with a spear, then bent down and picked up the "gold" flag, laughing loudly and saying: "Hahahaha. The flag is mine. "
With the fall of Jinhuan Mountain, with the fall of the banner. The Meng Yuan people further collapsed and fled in all directions.
The original Han soldiers, who numbered tens of thousands of Han households, were almost gone. For a time, the Meng Yuan people were defeated like a mountain.
"Kill over. Kill as many Mengyuan people as you can see!!!" Wu Nian wanted to pursue him, but found that his arm was sore and swollen, and he managed to hold Ma Shan without making a fool of himself.
Damn it, how many times have I swung my sword and how many people have I killed?
But it's all worth it.
A smile appeared on Wu Nian's face, and he shouted: "Wang Gui."
"General." Wang Gui, who was covered in blood, touched the blood on his face and limped to Wu Nian.
"Injured?" Wu Nian frowned and asked with concern.
"There's something wrong with the leg, but it's not serious." Wang Gui raised his head and said with a smile on his face.
"Okay." Wu Nian felt relieved and then ordered: "Immediately organize the people in the rear to rescue the wounded and strip off the armor and weapons of the dead."
"Yes." Wang Gui responded loudly, turned around and went down.
Wu Nian took a deep breath, reluctantly handed the horse to the soldiers, turned over and dismounted, staggered and almost fell. He shook his head at the soldier who wanted to help him, sat down on the body of a Mongolian soldier, and let out a long breath.
"Won!"
"This is my soldier."
"Soldiers from Beishan Fort."
"Worthless Meng Yuan warriors."
