fanaticism.
This is human nature.
Now Wu Nian is walking between calmness and fanaticism. On the one hand, the coach needs to stay calm at all times and make the right decision when the battlefield changes.
With just one thought, he could risk the lives of hundreds of thousands of troops.
The fate of nearly ten million soldiers and civilians in the next hundred or even hundreds of years.
on the other hand.
More than ten years of struggle are finally coming to an end.
today.
Just today.
on the other hand.
The same is true for the Mongolian people. Chunyuan led ten thousand households southward and captured thirty-two cities in five prefectures in an instant. Seeing that Liaodong was pacified, the Central Plains could be expected.
But a Liaodong Tiger appeared out of nowhere, started with three hundred elite soldiers, and swept the entire Liaodong in more than ten years.
Twenty thousand households of Meng Yuan were killed, causing Meng Yuan to lose his troops and generals.
He also invaded the mainland of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty and took away Vladivostok.
Destroy Goguryeo.
Chunyuan and the ten thousand households under his command also felt aggrieved. It's like a huge dragon, but it can only be crowded in the mire and cannot stretch its body.
A battle today.
He wanted to use the steel knife in his hand to cut through the dark sky. Create a bright world, the sun and the moon are bright.
Meng Yuan will win.
Gradually turning the situation around, Chunyuan and his ten thousand households, who were about to win a complete victory, fought hard to kill.
The morale and combat effectiveness of the Mongolian soldiers were amplified to the maximum, and the entire army fell into a frenzy.
"Kill!!! Kill all the Han troops and rush into the Han city. Women, wealth, everything."
"That's right. Attack Liaodong and take everything for yourself."
"The prince has an order, as long as we win. Let us slaughter the city for ten days. Come to Liaodong for ten days."
The Meng Yuan soldiers howled crazily, their eyes were blood red, wishing they had nine lives, and rushed forward to chop the Han army in front to pieces.
Originally Junyuan and others were relatively gentle, but this time they wanted to win. Chunyuan couldn't care less, and took out the Mongolian and Yuan traditions and promised to massacre the city for ten days after conquering Liaodong.
Send troops and plunder.
Meng Yuan is a master of tigers and wolves, and only with corresponding indulgence can they exert their greatest fighting power.
Chunyuan's previous strategy of appeasing the Han people actually restricted his own hands and feet.
Today's Meng Yuan warriors have shown their true form.
He also thinks he has the upper hand and victory is in sight. They are not humans, but tigers and wolves, pure beasts.
Killing and sexual desire brew in their minds and dominate their actions.
There is a Mongolian language in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
The Han soldiers didn't know what they were shouting. But the Han soldiers felt it.
"Brothers, stop them. So what if we lose one ten thousand households? The king said that we are a war nation. We are a level above the fighting nation. Defeat them."
"That's right, brothers. In war, a nation can win with a small number. I remember when Wei Qing and Huo Qubing led the Han cavalry to sweep away the Xiongnu and seal the wolf as their vassal. It made them powerful and suppressed the grassland. Now it's our turn. Follow. Your Majesty, follow the generals and kill them."
"Brothers, look at these monkeys. They are not humans, they are Tartars, they are wild beasts. Liberate Liaodong and expel the Tartars today."
There are mountain high mountain.
When the Meng Yuan soldiers were extremely fanatical and exploded with extremely powerful fighting power. The resilience of the Han army was even more amazing. They accepted the instructions of [Dayi] and went straight to the place of Renyi.
What is God.
What is Buddha.
Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?
Stop fighting with force?
That doesn't exist.
He can only hold a steel knife to kill all the enemies in front. Then the war is over. There will be peace in the world.
Putting down the butcher's knife is just raising tigers and causing trouble.
To stop fighting and use force is to let the tiger return to the mountain.
kill!
kill!
kill! ! ! !
Fight to bring peace to the world, and Yan and Huang will be respected.
Countless Mongolian soldiers marched forward boldly under the instructions of the banner.
Countless Han soldiers, under the guidance of righteousness, flew into the flames.
This Huanglong decisive battle has reached its climax at this time. It was hard to tell the winner between the two sides for a while. The battlefield was just a meat grinder, constantly devouring human lives and releasing corpses and blood.
The head and stumps were severed.
In the sky.
The thick clouds showed no sign of dispersing, but the rain gradually became less intense. The vulture, which had been waiting for a long time, was trembling with excitement, but still did not dare to let go.
As long as the war is over, they will enjoy this feast of flesh and blood.
"Kill!!! Kill!!!!!"
Wei Polu kept waving the horse in his hand and rushed to the front. The armor on his body was damaged by countless arrows and injuries. The horse spear in his hand was stained with blood, and the sharp spear edge had become dull.
His body gradually became weaker, but only his spirit was still at its most exciting stage. His eyes were red, and people turned upside down wherever he passed.
Even the most fanatical Meng Yuan warriors calmed down and showed awe when they looked at the young general.
Strong.
Be respected by everyone, even your enemies.
"Come together and kill him!!!!"
A Meng Yuan captain looked extremely sad. He called out his soldiers and swarmed up to attack Wei Polu.
"Come on!!!!" Wei Polu raised his face stained red with blood and showed a devilish smile. The horse spear in his hand came first and stabbed Captain Meng Yuan.
"He has been fighting for a long time, but he still has this kind of strength?!!!!!!" Captain Meng Yuan tried to block, but he almost couldn't hold the horse's hand. His expression changed drastically, showing an incredible expression.
"Kill!!!!" Wei Polu didn't know why he had such strong power, and he couldn't think. He could only kill, kill, kill.
Kill everyone in sight.
He roared violently and killed the Meng Yuan Thousand Commander with only three moves. He was about to charge forward and continue killing, but suddenly his horse stumbled and he fell to the ground.
"Little General!!!" The guardsmen on the left and right were shocked and shouted hurriedly.
"Hahahaha." After Wei Polu rolled off his horse, he stood up like a donkey. Without his horse, he pulled out the steel knife from his waist, laughed wildly, and rushed towards the person in front of him on foot. Meng Yuan heavy armored soldiers with spears. Killed five more people.
Then, some of Wei Ru's soldiers picked up Wei Polu's horse and presented the war horse. Wei Polu put the curled-edged steel sword back into its sheath, took hold of the horse's spear, mounted his horse, and continued the fierce battle.
This is a battlefield.
No matter noble or humble, wise or foolish.
All lives are equal, equally noble and equally humble.
Until the two sides decide the winner.
Become a king, lose as a bandit.
Never take a step back.
Cannot retreat.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded both uniformly and chaotically. As the sound of horse hooves sounded, the ground gradually began to tremble.
"woo woo woo woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As the melodious horn sounded, ten thousand Slavic cavalry arrived on the battlefield.
success or failure.
It seemed like the next moment.
