When Wu Nian first killed through the south and then through the east.
Among the more than 9,000 Mongolian and Yuan soldiers in the camp, 3,000 have been killed or wounded. The remaining Mongolian and Yuan soldiers are now squeezing in the northwest.
Their numbers still hold an advantage, being twice as many as Wu Nianjun's.
But their courage is broken, their souls are like old age in the wind, they are frightened and have no fighting spirit.
"Really strong, really strong. Wu Nian can rival ten thousand households of ours, it's not just a boast." Li Guanyun trembled all over, looking at the man in front of him who looked like a god and demon with a trembling voice.
"Damn Wu Nian. Why does he appear here? Where are our ten thousand households? We four ten thousand households are surrounding Yingqing Mansion, why does he appear here?"
Liu Fuguang's face was very ugly. He could not suppress the fear in his heart and complained about his ten thousand households.
"There is no way. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and nothing is surprising." Liu Shanyang was a little calmer than them, but he was only calm on the surface. Looking at the man in front of him who was stained red with blood, he couldn't help but have the urge to kneel on the ground and worship.
There are levels of warriors.
Although Meng Yuan's Thousand Captain belongs to Meng Yuan's rank of generals, he is nothing against tens of thousands of households.
If he goes up, he may only be able to accept Wu Nian's three moves at most.
but.
"That's it. It's useless to think about anything else. We can't escape in this military camp. Let's fight them."
Liu Shanyang mustered up all the courage in his heart, raised the horse in his hand, and shouted: "Kill!!!!!!"
"kill!!!!"
The remaining Meng Yuan warriors rushed to the shelves and roared with a slight lack of confidence. The soldiers near the northern and western camp gates had already begun to flee.
Three carriages protected in the middle of the procession. Inside one of the carriages. Lu Yanxun opened the car door and looked up at the god-like figure in front of him.
Looking at the piles of corpses on the battlefield, one could smell the pungent smell mixed with the smell of corpses.
His face was full of shock.
He has lived in Meng Yuan since he was a child. All he heard was how powerful the Meng Yuan people were, and all he saw was the Meng Yuan masters at the top and the Han slaves at the bottom.
If his mother hadn't told him. He is Han Chinese. He must go back to the south. And encourage him in every way.
He is probably already lost in the power of Meng Yuan and cannot extricate himself. Then, like many Han people, they lost their backbone and knelt down to the Mongolian people.
But he didn't.
Now.
In front of you.
He saw how powerful the Han people were. The figure who looked like a god and demon was simply invincible.
Not only Lu Yanxun, but also his beggar friends, all looked at Wu Nian and his soldiers with their mouths open.
In front of Wu Nian and his soldiers, the powerful Meng Yuan soldiers were like grass on the roadside, being harvested one after another.
Lu Yanxun's heart was racing, he clenched his fists, and blurted out: "A real man should be like General Wu."
He understood.
I understood what Wu Nian said.
For a man who is a real man, death is more important than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather. If you choke to death while eating, fall to death while walking, or die while sleeping. It's better to die on the way to charge.
Generals will inevitably die in battle.
But no regrets! ! !
"Kill!!!!" Lu Yanxun clenched his fists, his face turned red, and he roared loudly, losing his usual composure.
"Kill!!!" His beggar friends were all confused, but when they saw their boss shouting, they also waved their fists and shouted.
In this battlefield, no one is innocent and no one can be spared.
Lu Yanxun is making a difference in his own way.
Shouting and cheering is also useful.
Wu Nian heard this, looked back at the carriage, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a warm smile.
The front is gray.
But behind me is color.
"Kill!!!" Wu Nian turned his head forward, held a horse spear in his hand, roared angrily, and once again broke into the Meng Yuan army formation.
"Kill!!!" Wang Qianhu led the heavy armored and heavy ax soldiers in front, with heavy axes like a forest, and the Meng Yuan soldiers they killed fell in pieces. The ordinary soldiers in the rear followed closely behind, harvesting the lives of the Mongolian soldiers.
"Hold on. Hold on. There are many of us. If we are defeated, we will trample each other to death."
"We still have a chance if we fight them."
Liu Shanyang desperately commanded the soldiers, trying to gain a foothold and stop him in the violent wind and rain! ! ! !
"kill!!!!"
"kill!!!"
Liu Fuguang, Li Guanyun and other thousand commanders also played a role, desperately urging the soldiers to stabilize the position.
but.
The mantis is acting like a chariot!
When Wu Nian charges, and when the heavily armored and heavy ax soldiers follow, they are invincible here.
The strong wind blew and the Meng Yuan formation collapsed.
"Run away. Run away. You can't hold on."
"Run for your life."
"Get out of the way, bastard."
The soldiers in the front row of the Meng Yuan soldiers fell one by one. First cut down, then trampled to death. Soldiers with heavy armor and heavy axes ruthlessly stepped over each body.
The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers in the back row frantically turned around and headed towards the northern and western camp gates.
The camp gate is small.
Very few people can rush out. The people behind saw no hope, so they took up weapons and killed those in front.
They trample each other and kill each other.
This scene happened again.
In this wave, Liu Shanyang, Liu Fuguang, Li Guanyun and other Mongolian captains could not stand alone.
Their flag bearers even threw away their flags. Let the flag fall to the ground and be trampled by the rebels.
Then these commanders were surrounded by the soldiers, and they were in a mess, with nowhere to exert their strength.
"kill!"
"kill!!!!"
Wu Nian was killing and killing. He didn't know how many people he killed, but he didn't know how many people he slaughtered. His eyes were filled with blood, and the blood was splattered on his face.
Killing, killing. The front of Wu Nian suddenly became clear, because there was no one standing anymore.
The Meng Yuan soldiers either fell to the ground or ran out from the camp gate.
Corpses and wounded soldiers covered the entire military camp, and the wails from the wounded soldiers were so sad.
Wu Nian's body felt very heavy, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights. His arms were so weak that he could hardly hold the horse in his hand.
He raised the horse's stall and planted it on the ground. He raised his head, glanced at the soldiers on the scene, took a breath, and said loudly: "Brothers, we won."
"And. We will keep winning."
"Long live Yanhan!!!"
"Long live Yanhan!!!"
Wu Nianjun's soldiers were also very tired. But when they heard these four words and looked at their general who was like a god of war.
Strength emerged out of thin air in their bodies, they raised their weapons and cheered loudly.
We never doubted.
We are never confused.
We can.
"Expel the Tartars and recover Liaodong."
Just follow the general's footsteps and catch up with the general's back.
We will win!
