"Die to grandpa!"
He Junan laughed, waved the Modao in his hand, and chopped off the horse head of a Wuhuan cavalryman.
The maroon war horse had no time to react and had already been beheaded by the sharp Mo Dao.
After losing its head, the body of the war horse still rushed forward a few steps.
One move succeeded, and He Junan was even more unreasonable!
He swung his Mo Dao again and slashed at the Wuhuan cavalry on horseback.
The Wuhuan cavalry on horseback fell into deep fear.
The war horse lost its head, so naturally it could no longer control its direction. However, when the two met just now, the speed of the war horse was still there. He could only look at his body helplessly, flying high, and crashing into the big knife in He Junan's hand. !
"puff--"
The thin leather armor could not protect him at all, and He Junan chopped his whole body into two pieces.
Colorful internal organs were immediately scattered all over the floor, and the smelly blood filled the surrounding air.
A piece of intestine was still hanging on He Junan's helmet, and He Junan nonchalantly reached out and wiped the blood dripping from his faceplate, tore off the piece of intestine and threw it on the ground, then stepped on it heavily.
The two sides just met each other, and nearly a thousand cavalry were killed on the spot!
Moreover, the death was so cruel that almost all of them had their heads removed. This tragic scene made all the Wuhuan people tremble with fear.
Unal in the crowd realized at this moment that Tuoba Xiong's death was not unjust at all.
"Hahahaha, now that you are here, don't leave! Go to hell for me!"
Guan Fu raised his sword and cut a Wuhuan cavalryman and horse into four pieces. After discovering Unal in the crowd, he immediately rushed towards him with a wild laugh.
Seeing Guan Fu coming to kill, Unal suddenly felt a cold sweat break out all over his body.
"Block him, block him!"
He yelled subconsciously, but in this chaotic battlefield, his voice couldn't travel far at all.
Seeing Guan Fu rushing forward, He Junan quickly led the soldiers around him to follow suit.
A group of people felt as if they were in no one's land among the Wuhuan cavalry. Everywhere they passed were corpses. The 20,000 Wuhuan cavalry had an advantage in numbers, but during the confrontation between the two sides, Completely at a disadvantage.
The fight has been going on until now. So far, in the entire Mo Dao Army, except for a few who were unfortunately knocked down by war horses and sprained their feet, there is not even a single injured person left...
They are like a copper pea that cannot be steamed, cooked, or beaten flat. All the weapons of the Wuhuan people are of no use to them!
Unless they charge with their horses regardless of their lives, there is no way they can cause any harm to these Mo Dao Army soldiers.
However, just by looking at the cold sword in their hands, you can tell that doing so is simply a suicidal attack!
If you are not careful, both men and horses will die!
How to fight this battle?
Because of the lack of information, they had no idea of the lessons the Huns had learned with the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
So when they faced Mo Daojun in person, they could only use their own lives to fill the gap.
Seeing the army in front suddenly burst into chaos, even King Wuhuan felt that something was not right.
"Follow me and see what's going on!"
I have already lost thousands of troops. Is it possible that sending 20,000 more people at this time still cannot destroy these Han troops? Tuoba Lie's mood suddenly became tense.
"promise!"
As a low horn sound sounded, the Wuhuan people's team began to advance slowly again.
After the army moved forward for three miles again, the tragic scene immediately made all the Wuhuan people gasp.
The three thousand Han troops were like evil ghosts seeking their lives, constantly charging back and forth among the Wuhuan people's formation.
Despite their superiority in numbers, no one on the battlefield visible to the naked eye could block the Han army's sword.
Almost wherever the Han army rushed, the Wuhuan people died!
Tuoba Lie had blue veins popping up on his forehead. Is this still the invincible Wuhuan army?
Over the years, although the Wuhuan people rarely invaded the border on a large scale, frictions with the Yan State occurred all the time.
In this back and forth battlefield, the two sides have never fought like this.
This is not a battle at all, this is already a one-sided massacre.
"Your Majesty! They are going to be defeated!"
Just when Tuoba Lie was hesitating about what to do, among the crowd, Guan Fu had already chopped off Unal's head with a knife.
The general was killed, causing chaos among the Wuhuan people's formation. He Junan took advantage of the situation and cut off Unal's general's flag.
On the battlefield in the cold weapon era, the big flag was the morale of a large army.
Now that even the coach's general flag has been cut down, and with bloody corpses everywhere, the Wuhuan people have no hope of winning.
Everyone couldn't hold their heads up under this breath of death. Finally, a Wuhuan cavalry couldn't bear it anymore. He dropped his weapon, turned his horse's head and ran away.
The emotion of fear is contagious. The first one will naturally lead to the second and third.
Finally, the remaining Wuhuan cavalry followed them one by one and began to flee desperately for their lives.
The decline of the Wuhuan people could no longer be reversed, and they were defeated like a mountain.
"kill--"
They kept running away in front, and the Modao Army soldiers behind them covered them all the way.
After all, these people were all cavalry, and Mo Daojun was not good at pursuing them, which allowed them to escape.
But even so, in the short confrontation just now, tens of thousands of Wuhuan cavalry had died here.
"Such a powerful army is rare in the world..."
Looking at the Modao Army soldiers who had regrouped, Tuoba Lie said sincerely.
All the Wuhuan generals twitched at the corners of their mouths. How long had it been since then? Their king actually still had the time to sigh here.
There were only three thousand Han troops, but they were killed and defeated. How could we fight this battle?
"He Junan, do you have the courage to go to the enemy camp?"
Seeing these Wuhuan people staying in the distance and losing the courage to attack, Guan Fu laughed and asked.
"I will obey your orders!"
He Jun'an suddenly became excited. This is a good opportunity to make a name for himself!
Guan Fu gave himself this opportunity, and it was clear that he was going to be promoted and reused. The danger was certainly dangerous, but the benefits would definitely be beyond his expectation!
"Okay! Bring these two headless corpses back to them, and tell them that I, the general, have kept these heads. The Human Head Temple outside Yanmen City is lacking a few fresh heads. If you dare to offend me, Or, this is their fate! This is the letter written by the king to King Wuhuan, you should take it with you too!"
"promise!"
