The collective impact of the "man riding the monster" became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the fighting spirit of the Shengfan coalition army, which was already on the verge of collapse, suddenly collapsed. Some people watched the tall "long-faced monsters" scream and rush over, screaming in fright.

Shengfan had never seen a horse, and in the face of such a "strange and alternative" animal as a war horse, they were inevitably afraid.

Even if the horse team only had a few dozen horses, it caused a lot of panic to the remnants of the Shengfan army, and when the high-speed galloping horse team chiseled through the loose team of Shengfan, there were nearly 100 casualties.

Hu Gu saw that the remnants of the army were about to collapse, and with a wave of the flag, the horn of the charge suddenly sounded.

"Attack!"

"Attack!!"

The security guards, who had already thrown away their longbows and picked up their swords and guns, heard the order to charge, and attacked the remnants of the army like arrows from the string.

The fighting spirit of the whole army soared to the extreme in an instant.

The armoured soldiers are in front, and the unarmoured soldiers and peasant soldiers are behind. Two thousand soldiers with high morale and still full physical strength, armed with swords, guns and wooden shields, maintained a strict military formation, and rushed towards the remnants of the army.

"Boom ......"

The charge of 2,000 soldiers and horses, like a flood that suddenly opened the floodgates, surged out and moved forward. In the blink of an eye, the dust rose like a tornado, wrapped in an indomitable momentum, and the mountains and seas rushed over.

Like a sailboat full of strong winds, from the rough sea, from the top of the mountain waves, suddenly rushed into the calm lake.

Where have the remnants of the army seen such a scene? Immediately photographed by the momentum of this attack like fire, and when the security guards rushed closer, only some of them spontaneously threw throwing guns to counterattack.

Nearly 1,000 throwing guns flew into the military formation of the security regiment, most of them were blocked by wooden shields, pot lids, and leather armor, and only a few were hit by javelins. However, in the end, a peasant soldier appeared to be killed.

Throwing guns was originally a killer weapon, but now, it plays such a small role.

"Boom...... the two armies collided in the blink of an eye.

The remnants of the army were almost crushed at the touch of a button, like a rotten rag torn apart by a claw. In Choi's view, he was a 48-kilogram, exhausted, fearful lightweight fighter who was punched away by an 86-kilogram, energetic, and aggressive heavyweight.

At the front, it was Zhang Yong, the deputy of the regiment in iron armor, and he was also the only one with iron armor. Zhang Yong was holding a long-handled Mo knife, he was extremely tall and burly, and his whole body was boiling with fighting intent, like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Zhang Yong is a man who has killed a Mongolian centurion and many Mongolian warriors. At this time, his blood burned again, just as it had been back then.

A young man who had just thrown his javelin, and before he had time to observe whether his throwing gun had hit the target, he was horrified to see a tall figure with a knife light, and he hurriedly retreated, but was blocked by a companion.

"Click!"

The two heads flew into the sky, and the blood fountains on the cavity shot out like a fountain, tearing the air and sneering, and then raining down a passionate rain of blood.

Zhang Yong slashed two heads with a knife, rushed forward without looking, and his majestic arms danced with a long Mo knife, suddenly twisted his waist and shoulders, and swept the fierce horizontal knife!

The sword light flashed like a practice, the severed arm and stump flew up, and three or four people were either killed or injured, and it was a red and gorgeous rain of blood.

This man took several lives in just a few seconds, as if killing a god.

Wanyan Hugu and Yang Xu also personally entered the remnants of the army, like fierce tigers, and they were brave.

Hu Gu followed Yan Duo to fight hard battles with the Mongols, and was good at the mace, which was the favorite of the Jurchens, and was a heavy weapon like Zhang Yong. Between smashing and sweeping, Shengfan was either opened or his flesh and bones were broken.

Yang Xu was originally the personal guard of Shi Tianze, the marquis of the Han army. Six years ago, the great traitor Shi Tianze led the army south to destroy the Song Dynasty, Yang Xu was a descendant of Yang Ye, and he was unwilling to follow the expedition, so he became a deserter and lived in Goryeo.

Therefore, of course, Yang Xu is also a warrior, he uses a spear, and he is invincible.

The security guards were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and everywhere they went, ghosts cried wolves, blood splashed everywhere, and even the scorching sun suddenly dimmed.

Shengfan trekked hundreds of miles of mountain roads, labored on expeditions, and the scorching sun was scorching, and he was already exhausted. In addition, there is no protection, the weapons are rudimentary, the courage has been lost, and there is no command, and they are fighting on their own.

And the security regiment is highly moraled, well-equipped, brave and well-organized, and there is no disadvantage in numbers, so it ...... Shengban has fallen into a situation of unilateral slaughter.

Even if Shengfan fought to the last and the trapped beast still fought, he could only cause a few casualties to the security guards, and he had almost no power to fight back.

But the strange thing is that maybe the sin of running away really makes them become ghosts after death, and no one escapes.

The roars, screams, shouts, weapons crashing, blood splatters on the battlefield were intertwined. It is extremely tragic, but also full of a nightmarish illusory, even the absurdity of a black stage play.

It is impossible for Cui Xiuning to appreciate this kind of Shura-like aesthetics of violence. Even if she saw the blooming red flowers blooming dazzlingly, spinning and disappearing, like the moment of ignition with life, she just wanted to vomit.

Cui Xiuning didn't go into battle to kill, she just said to a few personal soldiers who specialized in guarding her: "You guys also go into battle, take this opportunity to train the white blade." ”

Several of the pro-soldiers were overjoyed and immediately rushed forward. Even Zeng Du asked for a knife to follow him into battle, and he wanted revenge.

Cui Xiuning is no longer alone. Except for her, the acting manager, everyone was involved in the fight.

Cui Xiuning slowly pulled out his sword and slowly walked towards the Shura field in front of him. It's not that she wants to kill people with her own hands, but she wants to adapt to the cruelty of this big era.

In this era, the scene in front of us is a historical tragedy staged at a high frequency. The characters of the tragedy are Han Chinese, Jurchens, and Khitans. And almost all of the directors of the tragedy are Yuan Jun. Maybe one day, she, Li Luo, will unfortunately become a role in the tragedy.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and Cui Xiuning's feet were already stuck with blood, stepping on the soft corpse.

Looking ahead, the vast battlefield was full of blood and corpses. Almost all of the corpses are raw, and it is difficult to find their own corpses.

"There is no head, and there is no head...... Broken belly...... It's a stab in the heart...... Head smashed ......"

Cui Xiuning looked at all kinds of corpses, and the cause of their death was clear at a glance, and there was no need for forensic examination at all.

But for some reason, compared with the various corpses I saw during my internship at the police academy, it is difficult for the corpses of the war dead in front of me to feel the gloomy and desolate emotions, more like ...... Props exclusive to the battlefield stage.

Not far away, there were fewer and fewer remnants of life, and they were surrounded and howled in despair like beasts.

"It's almost over...... I'll be back to Goryeo soon......"

Cui Xiuning thought of this, and suddenly felt a corpse under his feet move.

Cui Xiuning subconsciously jumped back, and at the same time raised his sword.

A tall student also sat up suddenly.

It's instigation.

Although he was badly wounded, he did not die.

"Ah!!h With an extremely resentful roar, he looked at Cui Xiuning's eyes and instantly turned bloody, and then suddenly stretched out his arm and pounced. He wanted to bite open the neck of this Han warrior and drink the other party's blood to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Cui Xiuning's eyes were cold, and the decisive killing intent was activated instantly, and on the side of her body, the sword slashed quickly, skillfully, and ferociously, the blade first met resistance, and then the feeling of the blade rubbing against the muscles and bones came, and then it suddenly fell into the void like a slash into the void.

There was a "click", and at the same time, a scream suddenly sounded, and a pair of small arms flew up.

Cui Xiuning kicked out at the same time as he collected the knife, and overturned the instigation kick that cut off his hands.