The Hun herders either rode horses, hiked, swung their knives, or bent their bows... in a mess, running around like headless flies, which was even more unbearable than the defeated army.

However, Li Guang looked frightened in his eyes. Li Guang fought a battle for his whole life, and he had been through life and death for countless times. It can be said that he would not frown even if he went up to the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire. He didn't have to take such a chaotic Hun at all.

The reason why Li Guang was frightened was that there were too many Huns, countless. Li Guang fought with the Huns for a lifetime, but he had never seen so many Huns. He was everywhere in the mountains and fields, and he could not see them even if he had no eyes.

The most inconspicuous grains of sand will also gather destructive forces if they reach a certain number. The number of the terrified and uneasy Huns is so large that it is an invincible force. Even if the rivers and seas are in front, the rivers and seas will be kicked away. Even if Mount Tai is in front, the Mount Tai will be knocked away. It can be said that there is no force that can stop them from escaping.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Li Guang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly thanked: "The Grandmaster is expected to be the first, so he wants us to line up!"

Ding Jun beside him also wiped his cold sweat, endured his fear, and said, "The Grand Marshal sent an order to form an array. I also muttered to myself that the Grand Marshal made many moves. He did not need a strong crossbow or a strange sword to deal with these Xiongnus who could only escape their lives."

"If we don't make an array in advance, how can we have time?" Li Guang smiled and said, "The reason why the general always wins battles is that he always expects to be the first."

Those who had this idea were not just Li Guang, Cheng Bushi, Gongsun He, Wei Qing and others who praised Zhou Yang for ordering the Han army to form a formation in advance.

"It's time for us to show our might!" Wei Qing rode on the horse with a solemn expression and shouted: "The general has an order: don't be stingy with arrows! The Huns want to die, so we will fulfill them! Let the Huns die!"

"Let the Huns die!" The Han soldiers let out a shocking cheer.

China and the Huns have been hatred for thousands of years. It is definitely the greatest wish of the Han soldiers. They all use their strength to roar, shaking the sky, murderous intent, and contain infinite joy.

The soldiers of the Han army put this wish into practice. The Huns rushed over like headless flies. Wei Qing rode on the horse and looked at the Huns. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his right hand was holding the ring-headed sword tightly. Suddenly, Wei Qing's wrist flapped, and a beautiful sword light flashed, and he roared to the sky: "Kill!"

The word "kill" sounds like thunder, which shocks people's eardrums, and suddenly sounds on the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds shook the sky.

"Swish!"

The crossbowman pulled the crossbow machine, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard. The dense crossbow arrows appeared in the sky, weaving a dense net, covering the Hun herders.

The crossbow arrows had not arrived yet, and the powerful sound of breaking through the air shocked the eardrums. The Huns' herdsmen couldn't help but be surprised and thought to myself that such a loud noise had thundered? Looking closely, countless crossbow arrows rushed over like poisonous snakes.

Since the time of King Wuling of Zhao, the Huns suffered great losses under powerful crossbows. For more than two hundred years, there have been countless people who died under powerful crossbows. In the minds of the Huns, the powerful crossbows are synonymous with the god of death. At first sight, the herdsmen all had scalps and souls rising, and a sense of despair surged in their hearts.

Their premonition was completely correct. When the crossbow arrow came, they didn't even have a chance to escape, and they could only watch the crossbow arrow penetrated their bodies like a poisonous snake.

After the Hun herders experienced it personally, they felt it was good because they could fly!

The powerful crossbow arrows not only penetrated their bodies, but also brought them to fly. A bunch of human flesh skewers were flying in the air. The vitality of the Huns kept twitching. The undead Huns danced and were very excited. The great Kunlun god could not let them dance in the air. The hateful Han people did it!

However, this wonderful feeling only existed for a very short time, and the severe pain made them wake up, and they had already stepped into the gates of hell.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of hitting the ground like a sudden rain sounded, as if it was magic. Countless corpses appeared on the ground, including the dead bodies of the Huns. These corpses were crowded in groups, standing or standing, leaning up or leaning against each other... and putting out various posses, which were a wonder.

"It's really amazing!"

Before their death, the herdsmen praised the powerful crossbows, which was their last thought.

Under the shooting of a powerful crossbow, the Huns, which were originally as dense as hemp stalks, suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and gaps appeared one by one. However, the gaps only lasted for a very short time, and then filled the Hun herders who were raising up behind them.

"Swish!"

What greeted them was endless crossbow arrows, and the Huns herders flew into the air again, enjoying a strange scene on earth, and then went to see their great Kunlun God with a feeling of admiration.

The power of a powerful crossbow is not a killing person, but a harvest of the lives of the Huns' herdsmen, just as smooth as a farmer harvesting wheat. When a piece of it was just a piece, there were layers of corpses on the ground. Such a fast killing speed was a miracle. Many Han soldiers participated in the Great Wall Battle that year, and had seen the grand occasion of shooting the Huns with powerful crossbows, and could not help but be shocked.

The Hun army used scimitars to kill, which was a world of difference compared to the harvest of powerful crossbows, just like ants climbing and cars and Mercedes-Benzing.

"The Han army is mighty!"

The more the Hun herders died, the happier the Han soldiers were, and cheered and resounded throughout the world.

Under the ruthless suppression of the Han army, the Xiongnu herders not only did not stop, but instead rushed faster. As soon as the front was shot, the moment behind was filled, and they rushed towards the Han army desperately.

If you are desperate, you will do things that you cannot do in your daily life. The Mercedes of the Huns' herdsmen are actually faster and more powerful than the Huns' army. The powerful crossbows cannot stop them from escaping. Many herdsmen rushed to the Han army formation and tried to escape.

However, what greeted them was a shining sword light, and countless heavy swords were raised high and slashed them down hard.

"Boom!Boom!"

The sound of blood splashing into pieces, and a tent splashing of blood, forming a beautiful picture, bright and dazzling red picture!

The broken limbs and arms, broken internal organs, and broken pieces of meat soon covered the snow, a thick layer.

Mo Dao killed people, and there was no intact corpse, which was very shocking. The Huns' herdsmen were shocked and couldn't help but stop. However, the pause only lasted for a moment, and then rushed up without hesitation.

The reason they rushed up was because they still had a glimmer of hope, and the other was that the herdsmen behind them pushed them and had to rush forward.

After rushing more and dying more, less than half an hour, the ground meat accumulated nearly a foot thick. The blood had no time to cool down and melted the ice and snow. The bright blood kept flowing, causing ripples.

The Huns in the Mercedes-Benz will have a "swinging" sound of water under each foot, splashing a wave of blood, and the strange red color will make people feel palpitations.

In order to survive, even though he knew that there was little hope, the Huns continued to rush forward and rushed forward without fear of death. When the front died, the back would be filled immediately.

The Han army mercilessly harvested their lives. The ground meat, broken internal organs, and the broken limbs and arms accumulated more and more. At first, it was only about a foot thick, but later it was two feet, three feet... getting thicker and thicker, and finally formed a wall of flesh piled up by human flesh.

"Hiss!"

Li Guang rode on the horse, looking at the battlefield, and kept thrusting coldly, looking shocked. Then he shouted loudly: "Well, kill well! Kill hard! Don't let a Hun escape!"

First there was a shock, then there was an excitement, and the two expressions before and after were extremely inconsistent.

"Flying General, are you calling for the Huns?" Ding Jun's eyes flashed.

"Yes!" Li Guang shook his huge head and said loudly: "I hate the Huns and I wish the Huns would die! But after so many deaths, I was shocked! I fought a war with the Huns for a lifetime, and I had never seen the Huns die so quickly, even in the Great Wall Battle!"

"The Huns are hateful, it's best to die!" Ding Jun nodded, and a hint of shock flashed through his eyes: "But, too many deaths, even I can't bear it! Too many!"

Even if it is an enemy, the Huns will feel unbearable after so many deaths. This is normal. After all, human hearts are made of flesh, not demons.

Those who have such contradictory feelings are not just Li Guang and Ding Jun, Cheng Bushi, Wei Qing and others who don’t think so?

There are two words to summarize the current situation: tragic and tragic!

The Han army was absolutely ruthless in killing, but the Huns had no intention of stopping, and they were still coming like a tide.

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In Longcheng, Junchen Shanyu rode on a horse, waved his scimitar, commanding the elite troops in the headquarters to rush and yelled: "Hurry! Kill hard! Don't stop!"

The idea of ​​the Bank of China has already achieved miraculous results. Although the Han army was ruthless enough to kill, it was much more ruthless than the Huns, it could not stop the Huns from escaping. As long as this momentum is maintained, the Han army will be exhausted. When the Han army is tired, the military minister Shanyu led the army to take advantage of the situation and fight, there will be unexpected gains. This prospect is really wonderful.

"Da Shanyu, if we continue to kill like this, we will be exhausted!" Ahu'er gasped, holding the blood-dropping scimitar, and loudly reminded him.

"We are tired, but the Han army is even more tired!" Junchen Shanyu was an extremely smart figure and had already understood: "The reason why Zhou Yang drove away the herdsmen was because his troops were insufficient. If this Shanyu was good, Zhou Yang brought only 200,000 Han army this time. With the combat power of the Han army, we may not be able to fight. However, with the impact of the herdsmen, it would be different. The more the Han army killed the herdsmen, the more we were tired, and our chance came!"

The reason is this, but Ahu'er still said in confusion: "Great Shanyu, even if the Han army is exhausted, we will not be much better?"

"You are so stupid!" Junchen Shanyu's eyes flashed and he smiled proudly: "I, Shanyu, holds an army of 600,000, and will not take turns to fight? Now he is the elite of his headquarters. Next, he will dispatch Zuo Xianwang's army to drive away the slashing and killing! After Zuo Xianwang, he will send other troops to fight. In this way, we will not be tired at all."

This is definitely a clever plan. At present, the elite troops of the Shanyu headquarters are rushing to kill, while the other Hun troops are still watching the show and are idle.

"The Great Shanyu is wise!" Ahu'er agreed very much.

"It's a pity, so many herdsmen!" Junchen Shanyu sighed, and then Li Fang flashed and said fiercely: "For the continuation of the Great Huns, I have to send an order to lead my army to charge!"

As soon as the order was passed, Yi Zhixie led his army to replace the elite troops in the headquarters and cut and kill and drive away the Xiongnu herders. The elite troops in the headquarters reversed the situation. Although Yi Zhixie's army was not as brave as the elite troops in the headquarters, it was extremely smooth to cut and kill.

After Junchen Shanyu withdrew, he looked at the fleeing herders with full confidence, and clenched his right hand into a fist: "Don't worry, this Shanyu will definitely avenge you! Zhou Yang, you will definitely lose this battle!"

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In the evening, the bodies on the battlefield were piled up with minced meat, and the Hun herders rushed to the ground while trampling on dead bodies.

At this time, the Han army was no longer as brave and good at fighting as they were at the beginning. They were already tired and exhausted.

The most tiring thing is Mo Dao's hand. Every time Mo Dao is slashed, it takes a lot of energy to be consumed. After killing it for nearly a day, they have been sore and their strength is almost exhausted. If they continue to kill, they can't even lift the Mo Dao.

The Han army had only 250,000. After such a large encirclement, the troops were somewhat insufficient. They could only go to battle, not rest, and not even take a breath.

"If this continues, we will be exhausted!" Cold sweat ejaculated from Li Guang's forehead.

In this battle, they had a lot of calculations, but they didn't expect that the Huns were not inferior to them at all to drive out the herdsmen. There were too many herdsmen, and they couldn't kill one, one pair, two, and four, and they couldn't kill them at all.

This is the battlefield, and there are always unexpected changes.

"We have to think of a solution!" Ding Jun looked worried: "If the Huns don't stop, we will be exhausted to death!"

"The most important thing at the moment is to let the herdsmen stop." Li Guang frowned together, with a worried look on his face: "If the herdsmen do not stop, we will be exhausted. If the Shanyu takes advantage of the situation and fights out, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"General Fei, do you have a way?" Ding Jun looked at Li Guang, looking forward to it.

"No!" Li Guang smiled helplessly and said, "We killed so fiercely that we could not let the Huns stop. Is there any way?"

"It really doesn't work. In order to avoid greater losses, we have to withdraw!" Ding Jun sighed and said, "It's such a good opportunity that it actually destroyed a group of herders. I'm not willing to give up! I'm not willing to give up!"

His idea was very correct. If the Hun herders could not stop, the best way for the Han army was to retreat to avoid greater losses. However, if this opportunity was missed, there would be no more. Who would be willing to do so?

"I wonder if there is any wonderful method for the Grand Marshal?" Li Guang couldn't help but think of Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang was still far away from him, so it was really tormenting that he could not ask in person.

"Hey!" Wei Qing riding on the war horse and sighed: "We will not be defeated by the herdsmen, are we?"

Looking at the Hun herders who were coming like a tide, Wei Qing, who had always been wise, was helpless. The Han army's massacre was not ruthless, but they could not stop. What else could they do?

"I hope the commander has a wonderful method!" Wei Qing could only place his last hope on Zhou Yang.

It was not just Wei Qing and Li Guang who thought so, Cheng Bushi, Gongsun He and others didn't think so? It was just because they were not by Zhou Yang's side, otherwise they would have asked Zhou Yang for advice long ago.

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"Master, come up with an idea. If we continue like this, we will be exhausted in half an hour!" Zhang Tong leaned on the ground with the Mo Dao in his hand, and the Dao was gasping for breath and stammering at Zhou Yang.

Zhang Tong, a fierce Modao master, his favorite weapon is Modao. He is strong and Modao is as relaxed as a straw in his hand. He has never been so tired since he joined the army. Even he is so tired that ordinary soldiers can imagine.
To be continued...