The overwhelming rain of arrows made the charging Hun cavalry attack pause.

For a while, the war horses wailed, the voices of the people were boiling, and the sound of miserable howls was endless.

After seeing the power of the Qin people's arrow array, the Huns were not stupid.

They ordered the reorganization of the cavalry and left in disgrace.

In the first attack, the Huns left hundreds of corpses behind and fled in a hurry.

"General, the battle formation of the Qin people is too powerful, if you attack strongly, I am afraid that before you can rush to the front of the formation, the brothers will almost die."

Uragu, who was in charge of proving the charge, also hung up his color, and very fiercely snapped the arrow on his shoulder, and then said to Anmud, who had a gloomy face.

Although Anmud was unhappy in his heart, he had to admit that Uragu's words were very reasonable.

This 10,000-strong Qin army corps, although it is not a large number, is an elite division.

With that wave of tentative attacks just now, he didn't expect to be able to crush the Qin people's battle formation in one go.

At least half of these 10,000 troops are equipped with strong crossbows.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to burst out with the power just now, it's a hard bone to gnaw.

"Spread out the formation, the range of the Qin people's bows and crossbows is far farther than ours."

"The arrows of the Qin people are consumed in turn, and I don't believe that their arrows will not run out."

"Wait until they are exhausted and exhausted by their arrows, and then launch a general attack."

An Mude looked at the dense arrows stuck in the ground in the distance, and frowned.

"Obey."

The generals were commanded again.

Ammud's method, though not very ingenious, is the most effective method at the moment.

Soon, several thousand Hun cavalry rushed out again.

It's just that with the experience at the beginning, the Huns were not stupid, they swam without attacking, and they kept wandering five hundred steps away from the Qin army's battle array.

Seeing an opportunity, he launched a small-scale charge.

Seeing that the Qin army's battle array shot a rain of arrows again, he immediately fled away.

After a stalemate of five or six hours, the Huns ate some dried meat to replenish their strength.

But the soldiers of the Qin army have always been nervous and dare not relax at any time.

"General, although the Huns suffered more than 2,000 casualties, they are irrelevant."

"Our army fought fiercely for five or six hours, and the water and rice did not enter, and we were physically and mentally exhausted."

"One trades off the other, and it is not the benefit of war."

Han Xin also saw that although the soldiers of the Qin army were still in a strong formation, they could not hide the exhaustion and twilight that permeated everywhere no matter what.

To get to the point, this is a bad omen of decadence and declining morale.

"Calm down, Ammud is more anxious than we are."

"We have to hold out for another six hours, otherwise all the previous plans will fail."

Meng Tian stood on the handsome platform, watching the Hun cavalry continue to attack on three sides, and said calmly.

"Even if it's all such a small charge, it won't take another five or six hours."

"The soldiers did not eat or drink, fought for a day and a night, exhausted their physical strength, how could they resist the general attack of the Huns?"

Wang Li was also worried, not knowing what Meng Tian wanted to do.

"Brothers, don't worry!"

"The Huns will definitely be defeated."

Meng Tian still looked like he was holding the victory, and he was full of faith.

Two hours later......

Anmud looked at the sky and couldn't help frowning.

It can't be delayed any longer, otherwise it will inevitably change suddenly.

Several armies of the Qin people are not far from this place, and once they are besieged in this place, they will really become the turtle in the urn of the Qin people.

At most four hours, the battle must be resolved.

The frequency of the Qin people's arrows has become weaker and weaker.

After seven or eight hours of harassment, the Qin people were exhausted.

On the other hand, because of the superiority of troops, you can take turns to attack and harass and implement the strategy of exhausting the enemy.

"General, the Qin people have run out of arrows."

At this moment, a herald came galloping and cheerfully announced.

"Good!"

"Blessed by the god of the steppe."

"The Qin people are doomed."

"Immediately blow the horn, gather the whole army, and prepare to launch a general attack of annihilation against the Qin people."

An Mude suddenly looked sad and gritted his teeth.

The Qin people's crossbows were too strong, and if they were not exhausted, they would be a huge threat to cavalry charges.

The advantage of cavalry lies in the concentrated charge, which is unstoppable.

But if the forces are concentrated, it will be a group of live targets for the Qin people's bows and crossbows, and the casualties will be unacceptable.

Small-scale scattered attacks can not only consume the bows and crossbows and arrows of the Qin people at the lowest cost, but also make the Qin people's morale plummet.

Such a God-given opportunity, if he can't grasp it, Anmud feels that such a fool is not worthy of commanding the army.

"The warriors of the Great Xia clan, the grassland gods are above, kill all the Qin people, and our army will win."

Anmud gathered all his forces and rushed out with a shout.

Ten thousand horses collapsed, and there was a tendency for the heavens and the earth to crack.

Qin Junshuaitai, Meng Tian looked at the black shadows rushing in the dark, dense, and his eyes showed a fierce murderous aura.

The earth trembled, and the wind howled......

The roar of the Hun cavalry is getting closer and closer.

All the soldiers of the Qin army calmly stared at the dark area in the distance, although they couldn't see clearly, they could clearly feel the scene of thousands of troops rushing in.

The generals of the Qin army had anxious looks on their faces, and the whole army was waiting for them.

They are all waiting for the general's order, why is the general still indifferent?

"General."

"Give the order!"

"Fight with them."

The generals have asked for battle.

Meng Tian was still as steady as Mount Tai, staring at the darkness in front of him, his fists clenched.

He has been fighting all his life, and he has always been steady and steady, never taking risks.

This time, the reason why he risked his life was because he believed in His Majesty.

It's almost ......

Wait......

The fighter plane did not arrive......

Listening to the neighing of the war horses and the trampling of the horses' hooves, Meng Tian's fists were clenched together.

Now is it......

"Open Fire ......"

Meng Tian pulled out the saber at his waist and shouted.

The generals were taken aback, and they all looked at the general with hideous faces, and they were a little stunned.

A rhythmic war drum sounded, and the Qin army's battle array was suddenly brightly lit, and the swaying torches illuminated the Quartet.

Bang......

Bang......

Bang......

One after another, a loud bang exploded in the distant land.

Like a giant beast, it roared angrily.

The fire is shining, the dust is flying, people are turning on their backs, and the sky and the earth are discolored!

Clusters of fire fell from the sky and fell in the middle of the densely charged Hun cavalry.

Blood splattered across the ground, and severed limbs and severed arms flew all over the sky.

The frightened war horse, no longer under the control of its owner, fled frantically and trampled everywhere.

For a time, the formation of the Huns was in chaos, with rivers of blood flowing and corpses all over the field.

In the darkness, the bright sky-high firelight, like the wrath of the gods, tore apart one Hun cavalry after another.

A glimmer of light gradually shone in the sky, and a red sun slowly rose from the east.

In the endless artillery fire, the Huns did not react at all, and died tragically in the huge explosion and fire.

Many corpses were mutilated and charred, a scene of purgatory on earth.

There are also many people who were directly stunned by the huge shock wave, and after waking up, looking at the miserable appearance of their comrades, they couldn't help crying in fright, and kept kneeling and praying for the forgiveness of the grassland god.

An Mude's face was covered with black ashes, an arm was broken, and he was terrified and led the remnants of the defeated army, and fled away with a panicked expression.

He no longer has his original spirit, in his opinion, the Qin people are a group of invincible gods, otherwise what is that endless thunderous roar?

I must tell Da Danyu that I must not be the enemy of the Qin people, I can't beat it!

It's horrible!

Before he could touch the shadow of the Qin people, he had 30,000 iron horses, and more than half of them were lost.

Those who survived were all in a trance, with no morale, and they all seemed to have seen ghosts.

Suddenly, Anmud saw a black flag rise in the distant sky.

Escape......

Without saying a word, An Mude did not hesitate at all and took the remnants and fled towards the other.

However, he didn't have long to go, and he found the banner of the Qin army again.

After turning around several times, Anmud was horrified to find that he had no way to escape.

The Qin people have blocked the way back, and they can either fly over the mountains with the remnants themselves, or they can only break through the blockade of the Qin people.

But he had completely lost the courage to fight a decisive battle with the Qin army, and led the remnants of his army to cower under a small hill, full of confusion about the future......