In the war between millions of people, one person's power is too small, so small that it cannot change anything like an ant. But what is particularly contradictory is that in the small, there are countless enemies that are boundless, such as Xiang Yu, Lu Bu, ten years ago, and Zhang Liao, today!

He really took the lead and drove the war horses quickly. He broke through the two rows of guards in front of the formation. Before the Wuhuan guards behind him could react, he had already reached the front with the speed of horses like a meteor. The spear in his hand was as clever as a girl's embroidery needle. In the fight, the throats of five or six scattered cavalry suddenly splashed out of blood plasma, covering his throat and clattering, turning over and falling off the horse.

"Protect the Chanyu!"

Amid the shrill shouts, the Wuhuan Shanyu guards who finally woke up were also shouting like ants and swarming towards the foot of the mountain. Unlike the ordinary Wuhuan light cavalry, they only had bows and short soldiers. They were equipped with a full set of Han-style iron armor and long-handed weapons. Not long after, Zhang Liao was already surrounded by the branches of the Wuhuan people, and his long halberd was entangled with his long halberd.

After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that there are so many war horses that were blocked. After several rounds, more than a dozen weapons were pressed on Zhang Liao's head, which made the long spear he had resisted bend downwards.

But as he was about to be stabbed down, Zhang Wenyuan, who was trapped in danger, had a wicked smile on his face.

"kill!"

Alexander, who conquered the Western world, had his partner cavalry, while Zhang Liao was the Bingzhou wolf cavalry who grew up from Yanmen and suffered from the plunder and humiliation of the Hu people! Amid the violent shouts, he suddenly broke through the interception of the Wuhuan Hu cavalry at the foot of the mountain. More than a dozen equally sharp cavalry lances were equipped with powerful acceleration provided by war horses. In the fear and despair of those jealous guards who were entangled with weapons to fight against Wuhuan's personal guards, they pierced into their bodies. Under the refreshing sound of puffing, one after another of the corpses of the spirit cavalry fell on the road.

After two formations were broken, nothing could trap Zhang Wenyuan anymore! The Master said: How can you repay kindness with kindness? Repay grudges with straightness and repay kindness with kindness! The greatest etiquette of China is to exchange rituals! The three axes that the Huns and Wuhuan have been plundering the border for many years were learned thoroughly by these Yanmen cavalry!

Eight hundred cavalry rushed into the Shanyu court and did not attack and kill directly. Instead, they quickly became scattered and set fires everywhere to produce smoke. There was no kindness in this cruel battlefield. Whether it was women, old men, or children, those who ran by Yanmen in panic could not help but cut their throats, blood stained the felt tent. The panic caused by the massacre and the chaos caused by the flames made the huge Shanyu court completely chaotic. There were nobles on the grassland who collided with the guards of the Khan Court everywhere, crying and escaping, making people tremble as if they were the end of the world.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Shang staggered twice, and without even saying hello, he turned around and ran away with a horse whip in horror, and fled to the mountain. He was stunned. Yuan Tan ignored it and pulled away. Instead, he saw Tadun was stunned and shouted loudly at the coward. He turned around and pointed at his panicked guards, and shouted in anger that he transferred the cavalry from the front line headquarters to come back and slaughter these Han dogs.

But as the Great Chanyu of Wuhuan, his days of pointing out the fingers. He was ordered by him. The commander who was flying over the horse was running down the mountain had just shook the reins of the horse a few meters away. With a buzzing sound of feather arrows accurately shot through his neck. Outside the Shanyu golden tent halfway up the mountain, dozens of cavalry cavalry of Han ran and shot arrows in a circle like grasslanders. Under the feather arrows, the Wuhuan generals and tribal elders all covered their necks or chests, screamed and threw themselves to the ground.

Holding a spear and pulling out the iron sword from his waist, dozens of Shanyu's close guards had no time to get on the horse, and they endured their fear and charged out in the middle of the battle. But the most annoying scene happened. The Yanmen cavalry did not fight with them at all. They kicked the war horses and turned around and shot, while retreating to the mountain.

Pooh~

There was a hole in his chest. The silly Wuhuan eunuch on the left kneeled incredibly. Hearing the rapid sound of horse hooves, he turned his head incredibly. But at this moment, he also felt a chill of his neck, and the biting ice-blade of the gun came out of his neck. Zhang Liao, who was walking around behind his tent, shot through the Wuhuan Maodun, who was a little helpless when he attacked Gongsun Zan back then.

Even so, he covered his neck and vomited blood foam, but he was still struggling and fluttering. The next second, Zhang Liao's roar of extremely hatred, with a sharp long spear moving across everything. With a crisp crack, a hero's big head finally fell down unwillingly.

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On Bailang Mountain, when the Wuhuan clan arrived, the yellow totem flags that were scattered across the north fell down with a bang. On the other side, the Hanting dragon flag given by Cao Cao had just been raised, and the six Han cavalry had already entered the chaotic Wuhuan camp. Looking from afar, Wang Hou himself was so excited that he could not describe it in words.

The blood choked in his throat. He simply didn't say anything, but waved the big flag forward. Looking at this scene, Cao Chun roared for him. The royal general who had already reached the point of a playboy's face gathered his cavalry spear and roared with all hissings.

"Tiger and Leopard Cavalry! Charge!"

It's true! The charge of the mountain is the romance of the heavy cavalry. It was regarded as an infantry envoy, using his war horses as a meat shield to block the arrows, and was pressed on his head by a monkey-like enemy as a can, and as a can of a can. On that morning, as Cao Cao's sharpest spear, the tiger and leopard cavalry was already full of anger. With this command, it seemed that even the war horses had a little more momentum. The heavy cavalry, which should have been like a roaring train, also charged forward like a roaring train.

As soon as the heavy cavalry arrived, it was like a heavy hammer hitting a walnut, giving the Wuhuan people a last blow, smashing the huge Wuhuan army with a crack.

The cavalry and guns were neatly moved forward and they died when they hit them. No matter whether you are a human or a horse, the crackling of the gun blades, facing the three thousand tigers and leopards who could still rush, the Wuhuan people were pushed down like they hit a bulldozer and were trampled to death by heavy horse hooves. Thanks to the infantry of Yuan Jun, who stopped because they were blocked from the position and crowded Wuhuan light cavalry was instantly crushed to death. Large-scale casualties became the last straw that overwhelmed the Wuhuan people.

Behind it was the confusion of the Shanyu Court being broken, and the fear of death was in front of him. He no longer cared about the Shanyu tribe. The frightened Wuhuan Light Cavalry was like a smashed walnut. One hundred thousand people threw the army directly and fled from all directions. No unit had the courage to fight against the Han army.

"Look at the tribe with the totem flag, kill, don't let anyone go!"

The dull military order is like the God of Death is calling out. Although it has already killed blood, many Han cavalry have been shot in more than one or two arrows, but they still chased after the horses with excitement while roaring. The Bailang Mountain, which the Wuhuan people gathered for generations, has completely become the hunting ground for the Han cavalry. It is the time to compete for military merits. Who doesn't move forward bravely?

In the center of the messy horse formation, holding the big star and hugging the panting Zhuge Ying's shoulders, Wang Hou himself sat softly on the wet grass.

"Finally he won!"
Chapter completed!