Han Chuang felt a sense of remorse in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time to think about this, he had to complete Li Xuan's plan, otherwise everyone would lose their lives because of his carelessness, and then he would become a sinner in Korea for the ages. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the commander had already walked out on a tall horse, holding a huge war sword, seeing Han Chuang's expression full of mockery, and said coldly: "I didn't expect to dare to attack Lao Tzu's camp, just stay here and kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, countless cavalry rushed over, some armed with bows and arrows!

Now the outside of the fortress is not as rich as in the later Mongolian period, and the use of bows and arrows is not popular enough, after all, the cost of bows and arrows is too high, and you can only grab some when you raid the Central Plains.

Otherwise, Han Chuang and these people really couldn't run out, and the nomadic cavalry was definitely everyone's nightmare in that era.

Han Chuang shouted: "Brothers, kill out, the guards will behead their commander with me!"

Before Han Chuang came, Li Xuan appointed five other generals, if something happened to Han Chuang, he would be the rank of general, otherwise the leader would definitely be in chaos if he died.

The five of them have a high prestige in the army, if they are all dead, Li Xuan will admit it, and in a hurry, he will not be able to form the kind of iron-blooded hero who can form a team by himself without strict military discipline and no generals.

Han Chuang took the lead, and rushed to the battle formation of thousands of people with more than fifty guards like moths to a fire.

And the rest of the people, under the command of the second general, broke out of the siege.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and Han Chuang and the others seemed to have regained the feeling of Jin Ge's iron horse when they first joined the army at this moment, and they were desperately charging at the enemy.

The commander smiled slightly, he likes this kind of enemy the most, and it is only with such an imposing person to tear it apart.

The commander shouted: "The rest of the people are not left, they all carry a day's dry food, and the general will be handed over to me to destroy the enemy army for Lao Tzu!"

After speaking, he also drove his horse towards Han Chuang's position, and the rest of the soldiers made way for the two of them, so as not to disturb the commander Yaxing.

Different from the Central Plains, there are Confucian generals, wise generals, brave generals, only fierce generals outside the plug, nothing else, if their own strength is not strong enough, the little cubs under their hands will rebel.

Although they do not know the art of war, they have the tactics they have learned from wild beasts, and they have a terrible instinct, which is also the advantage of the nomads.

The rest of the soldiers rushed towards the encirclement, and the generals rushed left and right, finding it difficult to break through their battle formation, and now they had to fill it with human lives.

The general shouted: "For the sake of the son, for the sake of Korea, kill me!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers behind them were red-eyed and rushed towards the enemies who were trying to surround them.

Brush!

The sword light slashed, and a great head flew up.

Yikes!

The sound of a long sword entering the flesh, a life quietly fell.

The general is also a little anxious, he has already broken fifty people, and there is still a short distance from rushing out, no, he must go out, otherwise what will his wife do.

The general shouted to the third-ranking general beside him: "Wang Yong, I will take a hundred people to help you fight a passage, you must go back alive and take care of my wife and children." ”

Wang Yonghu had tears in his eyes, nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, big brother, I will." ”

This is his own brother, but he can't help it, he also knows that this is the only way out, otherwise everyone will die here, and everyone will be reduced to slavery if the tribe is not protected.

Han Fei may not have an accident, Han Bin may not have an accident, and Li Xuan's master and apprentice may not have an accident.

However, how can a few of them protect tens of thousands of people? Wars rely more on soldiers than on masters.

But if Li Xuan or Guiguzi kills, there is no problem in killing one or two thousand people, but they will also be tired and die, and they will also leave if they can't do anything, after all, they are human beings, not gods.

The general smiled at Wang Yong, and then said to the soldiers behind: "First team, kill the enemy with me!"

Hundreds of people are a team, this is also the rule set by Li Xuan, and now there is no kung fu to set up the mechanism of ten people and one captain, one hundred people and one uncle, so it can only be set simply and rudely.

The hundred people also knew their fate, they all smiled slightly, they had written a suicide note before the expedition, for the sake of their families, for the glory, for the sake of future generations, they were willing to die generously.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of people slammed their bodies into the enemy's weapons, and the symphony of Changge and Long Sword turned into a deadly symphony, all they wanted was to open a passage, and that's it.

With just half a pillar of incense, a hundred people opened a passage.

The ancients said that the mourning soldiers will win, and it is indeed true, those brave Yue clan people were shocked back by the momentum that erupted from their final death, giving the three hundred people a way to live.

Wang Yong rushed out with the soldiers, and the soldiers were all in tears, but none of them turned back, just drove their horses desperately, which was fought for by their colleagues with their lives.

Wars always have to kill people, and they understood this for a long, long time.

Han Chuang's eyes were a little red, and he rushed towards the commander, and the more than fifty personal guards were now in different places and were chopped into pulp.

Originally, these mistakes should not have been made, and they could have been done well, but he was to blame.

Han Chuang had already met with the commander at this time, and he picked up his sword and fought with the commander.

Bang!

Han Chuang's mouth burst open, and a trace of blood flowed out, while the commander did not move, staring at him with terrifying eyes.

Han Chuang now had an uneasy feeling in his heart, could this commander be so powerful that Li Xuan could really succeed in beheading?

It's a pity that it's not his turn to think about it now, the commander attacked again, and this time Han Chuang could only passively resist.

Rumble!

Han Chuang was directly knocked off his horse by a sword, and the commander also jumped off the horse, approaching Han Chuang step by step, this was to break his psychological defense.

Han Chuang glanced behind in despair, and the soldiers he brought were probably about three hundred people, but fortunately, Li Xuan's plan was not delayed.

Then he looked at the commander again, staggered to his feet, and walked towards his sword, like a terminally ill old man.

The Commander looked at him playfully, as if he was going to wait for him to pick up his weapon before killing him, and killing the enemy when he had just gleaned hope was his favorite thing to do.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he finally picked up his saber and ran towards the commander with the last of his strength, shouting, "Suffer death!"

Ugh.

The sound of the sword entering the flesh sounded, Han Chuang looked down, it turned out that he had been pierced, Han Chuang's eyes began to blur, and his last thought was: Childe, I'm sorry I can't serve you, brothers, Han Chuang has lost your life, Brother Li Xuan, don't underestimate this guy......