On the grasslands of Henan, there were constant shouts of killing, the two armies were anxious together, and the war clouds in the sky collided fiercely.
"Kill with me!" King Lin Hu raised his sword high, and a nearly 100-meter-long green sword light slashed towards Zhao Junzhong.
There was no movement on Lian Po's face, as if he had not seen King Lin Hu.
If he faced Rong Di that was five times more powerful, he would still need to put some thought into it, and he might be defeated if he wasn't careful. But facing the same number of Rong Di, it is impossible to lose even if you fight with your eyes closed.
Six thousand Xuanjia troops stood at the front, like an unbreakable city wall, blocking the attack of Lin Hu's cavalry.
The equipment of the Xuanjia Army was too difficult to build, and it was not completed until the army set off. Everyone was still wearing old armor and shields.
But even so, the strength of the Xuanjia Army was not comparable to that of Lin Hu.
The heavy shield hit the ground, causing the whole earth to tremble. The iron hoofs of Lin Hu's cavalry stepped on the shield, and the horse's legs broke instantly, letting out a miserable cry.
Yan Xiong rushed at the front, over ten feet tall, with fiery red inner energy bursting out from his whole body. He rushed into the crowd like a peerless ferocious beast. The euphorbia in his hand exuded a crimson light, and defeated King Lin Hu's attack with one blow.
Then Yan Xiong strode out and kept smashing into Lin Hu's army. Every time he hit, a clearing was cleared.
"Yan Xiong, pick up places with lots of people and smash them." Lian Po's voice sounded in Yan Xiong's ears.
"General, I understand." Yan Xiong locked his gaze on King Linhu.
To say where there are many people, there must be many people around King Lin Hu. King Lin Hu is surrounded by dense guards. Look at the soldiers around, some of them are holding wooden spears, and the guards next to King Lin Hu are all wearing armor.
"Go to hell." The Yan Xiong halberd hit King Lin Hu, the air was dented, and the huge hammer mark fell on King Lin Hu's head like a mountain bearing down on top.
"Block it!" King Lin Hu looked at the approaching halberd, his eyes about to split, his face ferocious, and he used all his inner energy to slash at the flame bear.
The next second, King Linhu was shot flying out, his chest was sunken, his face was like gold paper, and the place where he was standing had turned into a big pit, and under the big pit, humanoid blood stains were intertwined.
Except for King Linhu, no one escaped.
"You can die now." A ferocious smile appeared on Yan Xiong's face. To King Lin Hu, he looked like an evil ghost seeking his life.
"Your Majesty!" At this time, a strong man holding a giant hammer rushed over from a distance and stood in front of King Linhu.
King Lin Hu breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw the most horrifying scene in his life: Lin Hu, the only strong man in the Transcendent Realm besides him, was killed by a flaming bear. A huge euphorbia fell from the sky and hit his head. The head exploded, and the entire body was crushed into bloody mud and embedded in the earth. Not even a complete body was left.
King Linhu was knocked away by the Yanxiong again. His arms were numb and his whole body was shaking slightly. He felt the same when facing Yanxiong and Yan Zhou when he faced Lord He Zong!
The difference is that as long as Yan Zhou blocks Lord He Zong, his Zhao army can defeat He Zong's army, and Yan Zhou also has the help of Le Yi, Le Jian, Qing She and others.
But King Linhu not only couldn't stop the Yanxiong himself, but even his men couldn't stop Zhao Jun. The only capable general was killed by the Yanxiong.
Lin Hu's proud cavalry had no way to deal with the Xuanjia Army. Bows and arrows could not penetrate the Xuanjia Army's shields. As for rushing into the formation, they would die. This kind of light cavalry without stirrups and saddles dared to fight heavy infantry. In close combat, you can't even change one for one.
Moreover, the strength of Zhao Jun's cavalry was not inferior to that of Lin Hu. The bows and arrows could shoot farther and the swords were sharper. They could easily cut through Lin Hu's animal skin clothing, but Lin Hu had to use all his strength to pierce Zhao Jun's armor.
"Blow the drum and have Meng Wu and Rong Ben outflank him." Lian Po saw that Yan Xiong had opened up the situation and Lin Hu was retreating steadily, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Dongdongdong!"
"Dongdongdong!"
"Dongdongdong!"
The three-way drum sounded, and two black lines quickly approached the battlefield from the horizon on the left and right sides. In the blink of an eye, they rushed to both sides of Lin Hu's army.
"Surrender without killing!" Meng Wu killed a Linhu Qianren general with an axe. He lost his position and enveloped the entire army. Like a pack of wolves rushing into a flock of sheep, they started to slaughter crazily.
On the other side, Rong Chen was even more violent than Meng Wu. With a flick of his spear, he cut General Lin Hu in half who was sneaking up on him, and then flew away several people in front of him, leaving no one alive. When he was in the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was destroyed. In Yan State, Yan State was defeated. Now that I can finally feel proud and proud, proving that I am no longer a weakling, how can I not kill a few more.
Lian Po also led the Xuanjia army and pushed forward. Lin Hu's army continued to retreat. The soldiers in the rear ignored King Lin Hu's orders and began to flee.
"We have all fled to Henan. Are you, Zhao State, unwilling to let us go?" King Lin Hu said desperately.
Back then, the Linhu were a large tribe that could rival the Yuezhi and the Xiongnu. They had been in the grassland for hundreds of years. Later, they were reduced to a third-rate small tribe, even inferior to the Loufan and Huru outside the fortress. Now they are even more in danger of extinction.
"Surrender to me, Zhao, and I will let you go." Lian Po walked up to King Lin Hu and said in a deep voice.
"I surrender." King Linhu put down his weapon sadly and knelt on the ground.
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On the other side, the Xiongnu Chanyu led hundreds of thousands of coalition forces from the Xiongnu, Loufan, Xiugu, and Donghu tribes to the south of Yinshan Mountain, and defeated the Xihun, Heigu, Zhurao and other tribal coalition forces south of the Yin Mountain.
The ground was covered with blood from the stumps, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the corpses of people and horses were everywhere. Vultures wandered in the sky, waiting for the group of people below to leave, and then they would come down to have a feast.
Gu Tu was riding on a war horse, his eyes were sharp, and the scimitar in his hand was still dripping with blood. At this moment, he seemed to feel the power of the grassland overlord. The only regret was that the Xiongnu still had two powerful enemies: Zhao Guo and Donghu.
Gu Tu looked at the Donghu army next to him, and his fiery eyes gradually calmed down. Now is not the time to break up with Donghu. The top priority is to defeat the Zhao State and occupy the Hetao.
With this piece of grassland, in ten years, only ten years, he can move eastward and destroy Donghu, becoming the only overlord on the grassland.
"Come to me, the Xiongnu, or die!" Gu Tu said in a deep voice, pointing his long sword at King Xiuhun, King Heigu, and the Raccoon King.
"Surrender, we surrender." King Xiuhun, King Heigu, and King Zhu Raccoon said quickly.
"Chanyu, do we want to go eastward?" King Lou Fan said with his fists clasped.
"Now is not the time. I heard that Zhao State has been expanding its power recently. To be on the safe side, we still need help." Gu Tu looked to the south, where Qu Yan was.
