"The Zhou soldiers are defeated, the Zhou soldiers are defeated...... Hahaha......"

The Han army's main formation, Liu Chong, the emperor of the Han Dynasty stationed in Ma Gaopo, saw it from afar, and Zhang Yunyi, the pioneer of the Han Dynasty, was leading the iron cavalry to drive the Zhou soldiers like an inverted bead curtain, and for a moment he only felt that he was thirty years younger, he held high the command flag and shouted:

"Whole army, charge."

"Whole army, charge."

The army of the Han army headquarters is like a flood that discharges the sluice, and the black pressure is pressed forward, and the one who is immediately shattered. Liu Chong stood on the slope, as if he saw this tide flooding Changping, flooding Luzhou, crossing the Yellow River, and finally surging to submerge Bianliang, he couldn't help but draw his sword and shout:

"The Great Han will win."

"The Great Han will win."

Zhang Yunyi, the vanguard of the Han army, jumped on the horse and crossed the spear, the Zhou army was defeated at the touch of a button, the victory was hard to believe, there was a moment of hesitation at the beginning, but in a blink of an eye, he understood that the enemy was outnumbered, this enemy army had no will to fight at all, he resisted the urge to look up to the sky and roar, and led the iron cavalry to pursue like a tiger driving sheep.

He deliberately controlled the speed of the horse, pressed the rhythm of the charge, let the fear linger in the enemy army for a while, let the fear break the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of all the enemy troops, and when all of them turned their backs to the front, it was the real slaughter feast.

Zhou Jun did as he wished, shouting, crazy, helpless and began to run, throwing away his armor and abandoning the ground in all colors, and some people even abandoned their swords and guns and knelt on the ground, trembling and crying: "Long live the Great Han." ”

A stream of heat rushed to the eye sockets, long live the big man. Zhang Yunyi said a silent sentence in his heart, raised the spear in his hand high, and roared loudly, and the voice passed out through the helmet cover, as strong as iron:

"Long live the Great Han, kill ......"

The iron cavalry under his command began to gallop with all his might, rolling out from the left and right sides like a muffled thunder, rushing into the fleeing Zhou army, picking up guns and swords, easily like an old farmer cutting wheat, in the blink of an eye, a large number of corpses have fallen on the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

The horses were roaring, the armor soldiers were howling, and the blood of the three thousand iron horsemen was burning in the slaughter, and everything was subdued like a soup of snow. Zhang Yunyi's face hidden behind the iron armor began to smile, and the war horse under his crotch felt the excitement of his master, and couldn't help but let out a long neigh.

Suddenly, a solid stone was suddenly revealed in the retreating tide of soldiers, it was a small group of desperate Zhou soldiers, although they were unusually stable in comparison with their routing companions, and they were as immobile as a mountain, but what if they looked at death as home, after all, they were mantis arms as a car.

Now is not the time to entangle, it is important to expand the results of the battle, not to mention that the infantry of the rear army has already shouted and charged. Zhang Yunyi waved the flag lightly, commanding the iron cavalry to still chase forward, and only a small group of iron cavalry roared and crushed the middle stone......

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Half a mile away from this, the main formation of the Zhou army, Guo Rong, whose face was as heavy as water, pulled the mask on his face fiercely, and pulled out his sword with a "choking" sound, "Kill me, kill!" ”

We can't be defeated, everything will come to naught in this defeat, all our efforts will be in vain, and this defeat will ignite the raging war in the Central Plains, which has just stabilized......

One defeat is forever.

Guo Rong launched a charge. He never thought that Fan Aineng, who has always been known for his bravery, would retreat from the battle, and He Hui, who has always been known for his calmness and great contributions to the country, abandoned the battle and fled.

At this time of crisis, if God really wants to defeat himself, he will also die vigorously.

Die.

Fight to the death.

A general jumped on his horse and raised his bow, grabbed ahead of him, and shouted: "Let the public be exposed to the enemy, and use my generation!" Before he could finish speaking, a series of arrows shot out of his hand, and he had already shot the general who was charging from the enemy's arrow.

Another general shouted "The Lord humiliates the ministers to death", brandishing a dragon stick and leading the crowd out, and behind him is the elite iron cavalry who is desperate.

Guo Rongfang rode his horse to charge, a pair of big hands suddenly stretched out, reined in the galloping war horse, and the thunderous roar of this fierce general sounded in his ears, "The Han army is rushing so fiercely, the rear force will inevitably not continue, please hold the rein still, and watch us and other generals break it." ”

"Let's see me break it."

Guo Rong saw Zhang Yongde galloping out behind him, saw the face of the soldier who was distorted because of nervousness, and saw the battlefield ahead, and the battle flag of Da Zhou was tightly intertwined with the enemy......

He couldn't help but rush forward on his horse and shouted: "Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

Jia Yin followed closely behind Chen Scarzi, slashing and swinging the war knife in his hand, fighting forward with a knife, at this moment, blood was splashed, when the gun and knife were in his body, all thoughts had been left behind, just reflexively waving the knife, and every time the touch of the war knife entered the flesh, it faintly touched the trace of pleasure in the bottom of the heart, gushing out at any time like the rising sun.

In the blood light, a volley of shots like poisonous snakes stabbed in the air.

Jia Yin subconsciously waved his shield upward, and the knife in his right hand was pressed and sharpened, slashing along the barrel of the gun, and in the scream, blood sprayed in his face. He closed his eyes, let the blood splatter, and the knife in his hand kept moving, and rushed forward again, and when he opened his eyes again, another enemy soldier was stabbed to the ground.

The sharp arrow is broken, and the death does not spin.

He roared, and his sword rose again, dancing with endless wild and monstrous battle intent.

The blade passed, the head was raised, the broken arm was hovering, and the blood mist flew into the sky.

"Kill ......"

With trembling and crying, a shot from behind him stabbed out quickly, although trembling, but still accurately stabbed into the chest of the enemy. Jiayin didn't need to look back, he knew that this was Bao Jiujin, a ghost who was afraid of death.

It was naturally Qin Yue who fought with him closely, he had already thrown out the spear, and the sword in his hand was tightly guarded on the left side, and several crises were resolved by him cutting off the enemy's blade with one sword.

The most fierce are Chen Scar and an unknown guy, the two of them have a knife and an axe, and they cooperate seamlessly, and they really rush out of the enemy army like a healthy ox plowing the ground. Those who followed them were not facing the enemy forces in front of them, but the danger of the flanks.

Although it was noon, the sky was darkened, and the sun hid in the clouds and showed half of its face, indifferently looking down at all beings in the world. Although the group of ants on the plain was sacrificing their lives to fight hard, it would not affect its mood at all.

Vaguely, Jia Yin heard Bao Jiujin's cry, "...... Help me take a look at the baby......"

He roared, and then mechanically waved his sword and shield, and the knife forward.

The ringing in the ears sounded at some point, first humbling, then roaring, and finally drumming like thunder. He shook his head in a hurry, but found that he could not hear the sound, the shouts of killing, the sound of swords clashing, screams, war drums, and no sound.

Finally, there was no enemy in front of him. Jia Yin put away his sword and looked around blankly, and through the blood red, he saw that the enemy army was retreating like a tide, and more comrades on both sides behind him were shouting and charging forward.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone shouting: "Huzi, Huzi......"

Jia Yin felt that someone was approaching him, and he subconsciously waved his knife, but he was stopped.

"He's hysterical."

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