"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
This sentence is like a magic spell, completely igniting all the Huns!
Their long-lost bloody nature was finally awakened again. Looking at the Huns with fierce eyes, Yu Dan's heart was filled with joy.
This is the warrior of the Great Huns, this is what the Huns should be like.
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
All the Huns began to clamor, all looked at the Huns, and they all began to become fierce.
This belief has long been deeply rooted in their souls in their daily lives.
At this time, this oath is like a magic spell, completely releasing their bloody side.
Fortunately, Long Xiao was not stubborn this time. After hearing the order, he approached the group directly.
Wang Chong and the others have been dealing with the Huns for so many years, so of course they understand what it means to swear a bloody oath.
The moment he realized something was wrong, he immediately led his troops to retreat.
On the contrary, Mo Dao's army was trapped in a tight siege. It was not easy to withdraw in a short while.
Fortunately, the armor on their bodies could give them the greatest protection. For a while, the Huns had no good way to deal with them.
Looking at the Huns who came up to die one by one, Han Lei felt peaceful in his heart.
"Don't panic, boys! After these Huns swear a blood oath, they will no longer run away, and we will be more energetic in killing them!"
Seeing the soldiers around him all looking fearful, Li Guang said quickly.
"General Li is right. These damn Huns won't escape at this time anyway. Isn't it a good thing for us? This is a lot of military merit! Think about buying a house and land after you go back. Aren’t you fucking excited?”
Long Xiao gasped and laughed loudly.
"Hahahaha, this kid is right. I think after this battle, when we return to Jinyang City, you two can fucking marry a second wife! If anyone doesn't give me a wedding drink, don't blame me for knocking on your door. !”
Li Guang burst into laughter as he spoke. Although he looks carefree on the surface, he actually has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!
As the saying goes, the Qi of the body is inhabited and the body of the body is nourished.
In his previous life, Li Guang was depressed and frustrated throughout his life.
He joined the army when he was young and distinguished himself as a marksman at a young age. However, Emperor Jing was stable in life and liked to use veterans when leading troops in war.
Naturally, he, a young boy, was not taken seriously by others. In the end, he could only sit aside and sit on the bench, slowly gaining seniority in the army.
When Emperor Jing died, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty came to power. This emperor of the ages acted in an eclectic way.
He believes that all veterans' thinking has been solidified, so they cannot let go when leading troops in war.
Young men in the army began to be promoted on a large scale, and Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and others came to the fore.
Even his son Li Gan and grandson Li Ling were able to be reused by the emperor.
But he himself could only stay at the back and sit on the bench. Everyone lamented that Feng Tangyi and Li Guang were hard to seal.
Has anyone noticed that Li Guang was young when he was young, and all his talents were buried in the wasted years.
Isn’t it just the edges and corners that have been erased by time?
"Dedicate your blood to the great Moton Chanyu!"
Mori shouted slogans, and then led hundreds of his own guards to charge forward.
Wherever he went, no matter who his subordinates were, they began to spontaneously join his team.
Morrie knew in his heart that doing so would only lead to death, but he had to do it.
This battle was certainly Yu Dan's fault, but who made him Yu Dan's lieutenant?
If he wins today, this matter will be over, but if he successfully returns to the grassland alive, then I am afraid that his tribe, his parents, his wife, children, and children will all be affected by him.
Now he can only die!
If he doesn't die, who will take the blame?
"Boom - boom - boom -"
With one last glance towards the north, Morrie felt peaceful in his heart. He must have thought that his children would be able to survive smoothly after he died in the battle!
It's a pity that he can't see all this anymore. Originally, he was still ambitious and wanted to make contributions.
But now, all he wants to do is return to his tent and raise several children with his wife. Unfortunately, he can never do it again...
Knowing that he was going to die, he suddenly began to have random thoughts in his mind.
Why do the Han and Huns have to fight?
Although they lacked necessary living supplies, the Han merchants would bring a large amount of things to exchange with them from time to time.
Isn’t it good for everyone to coexist peacefully?
Why do we have to fight and kill?
Is this really the right thing to do?
But unfortunately, he never had the chance to hear the answers to these questions.
The Han army's formation was getting closer and closer, and Mo Li knew that there was a horse trap ahead.
But now, he has no way to retreat!
Thinking that he was going to die soon, even though he was on horseback, he still tried his best to free one hand and adjust his helmet...
Okay, everything is ready.
It's just a pity that I couldn't take a nice bath before I died.
Now, he just hopes that he will not be trampled into mud after his death.
But listening to the rumble of horse hooves behind him, Mori could only smile bitterly now.
It seems that this wish is difficult to achieve, but these are not important anymore...
"Team 1, shoot! Team 2, prepare!"
"Team 2, shoot! Team 3 is ready!"
"Team 3, shoot! Team 1 is ready!"
The Huns' cavalry was getting closer and closer. After watching them enter the shooting range, Li Guang no longer hesitated. At this time, he did not dare to put these people close.
The mechanical sound sounded again, and countless crossbow arrows suddenly covered the sun in the sky. When they set again, they would only bring endless death!
Morrie took a deep breath, grabbed the reins of the horse with both hands, and took out a small buckler from behind.
Blocking his head at a forty-five-degree angle, this shield was left to him by his father, but now it seems that he has no chance to pass it on to his son.
With this last trace of regret, Morrie finally withstood the first round of arrows, but he understood that what awaited him would be a trap...
