"kill--"
The Mo Dao has a blade three feet long, a handle four feet long, weighs fifteen kilograms, is sharpened on both sides, and is paired with heavy plate armor.
The two sides just met face to face, and the cruel scene made all the Huns watching the battle feel a cold feeling on their backs.
Wherever Mo Dao passed, both men and horses were divided into two parts!
In just one encounter, the Huns' casualties had reached three hundred.
The formation of the Han army seemed extremely loose, but when they actually started to fight.
Only then did the Huns realize that no matter where they stood in the queue, they would have to face at least two Mo Dao at the same time.
When they rushed into the middle of the Han army's camp, they had to face four Mo Dao at the same time!
Each of these Han soldiers were wearing heavy armor, which gave them the courage to attack with great force.
Unless it hit their heads head on, even a mace would only cause them minor injuries.
But those Huns were different. The leather armor they wore was just like pieces of paper in front of the Han army's Mo Dao.
With great difficulty, he blocked the knife in front of him, but the Mo Dao behind him had already cut off the horse's leg.
After falling off their horses, all that awaited these Huns soldiers was death...
After all, compared to Mo Dao, the weight of the mace is too heavy, and there is no war horse to provide them with mobility.
They couldn't last even two rounds, so they could only hate the northwest one by one.
The tents of the Huns were all set up with their backs to the wind. When a cold wind blew, the strong smell of blood that could not be overcome immediately made all the Huns generals feel terrified.
Even King Zuo Xian had a look of panic on his face!
The combat effectiveness of the Han army really shocked him. The two sides only fought for one round, and more than a thousand of the three thousand Huns warriors had been killed or injured.
But those Han soldiers, except for a few unlucky ones who were hit in the head, fell to the ground and moaned constantly.
The remaining people, even if their armors are somewhat deformed, are still able to wield knives and fight with their lives!
This battle-loss ratio was really hard for him to accept. Now he finally understood that the defeat of the military ministers Shanyu and Yi Zhixie was actually not unjust.
Such an army does not need to be large at all, only 50,000 people are enough to sweep across the grassland!
In front of them, the Huns had no strength to fight back at all. The mounted shooting that the Huns were proud of was just an itch for them!
King Zuo Xian was originally very ambitious, and he thought that even if these Han soldiers could win, it would only be a miserable victory in the end.
But now he realized that he was too naive.
The remaining two thousand Xiongnu soldiers finally escaped from the Han army's camp.
After retreating to a distance again, each of them no longer dared to return to the army to charge...
Seeing them shivering in the cold wind, King Zuo Xian felt bitter in his heart.
The battle has reached this point, and there is no need to continue fighting anymore.
The result is now obvious. Not only did he lose, he also lost completely.
Compared with the Mo Dao Army of the Han Army, the elite he was so proud of turned out to be a complete joke.
Now he finally understood why the Han people were willing to send troops to help him unify the Huns.
Because they don't care who the real person in power is, they just need time to completely digest the meat they swallowed.
But what makes him even more uncomfortable is that he seems to have no room to refuse now. If he refuses, I am afraid that the Han army will rush all the way to his territory soon.
With the blood feud between the two sides, those Han troops could completely eradicate his power!
Originally, he was still doubting whether the Han people had the strength to swallow the Aries King in one bite.
But now it seems that by the time the Han army actually arrives, King Aries himself may have already fled...
"Tell them to stop!"
After thinking everything through, King Zuo Xian let out a long breath. His originally straight back suddenly became rickety, and his whole body seemed to have aged ten years.
It was now completely clear to him that he was actually just a puppet of the Han people.
Now he finally feels a little regretful. He now regrets why he didn't have the same heart as the military minister.
At that time, we should go all out to completely wipe out the Han people. No matter how much we lose, there will always be a chance to recover slowly after the war.
But now it's too late. The Huns' elites have been lost. Although he still has hundreds of thousands of troops in his hands, it seems that these people are really insignificant now.
According to the intelligence he received, the Han people have now begun to prepare for a comprehensive change of uniforms.
Even their local army has begun to replace armor weapons on a large scale.
He couldn't even imagine now that all the Han troops would wear armor with such amazing defensive power and hold such terrifying weapons.
Where else could the Huns go...
"The Han Dynasty is mighty! The Han army is victorious!"
"The Han Dynasty is mighty! The Han army is victorious!"
"The Han Dynasty is mighty! The Han army is victorious!"
Although this one-sided massacre finally stopped, listening to the harsh war trumpets of the Han army, both King Zuo Xian and the Huns generals all lowered their arrogant heads.
Surrender to the strong, this is what every Huns learned in the cruel life on the grassland.
But now, when I really want them to do it, it seems to be really uncomfortable...
"Your Majesty, this is a gift from my Majesty, please accept it!"
Yuan Ang took out the gift list from his sleeve in time, and quietly turned the gift into a gift.
This made King Zuo Xian silent for a while, but he still sent someone to accept the gift list.
"Hahahaha! So happy! So happy!"
In the angry eyes of those Huns, Lei Heng cut off the head of a corpse with a backhand knife.
Seeing the bloody head in his hand, the remaining Han soldiers immediately swarmed forward.
In their opinion, these are not human heads, but strings of copper coins!
As long as these heads are brought back to Chang'an City, there must be other rewards!
Before coming, Lei Heng had already told them that after returning this time, they could drag their families to Jinyang.
They are really full of expectations for the legendary Jinyang City. With the heads of these Huns, when they arrive in Jinyang, their life should be easier...
