Nine hundred and eleven reality is cruel
"It's terrible, run away!"
"No more fighting! Don't fight! ”
"Run!" As the skull rolled down smoothly, the blood appeared extraordinarily bright and steaming on the ground.
Screams of fear rang out everywhere, and suddenly there was a mess.
In stark contrast, the neatly aligned phalanx moved forward in unison in the earth, and the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps was surprisingly consistent, resonating and making a dull sound, as if the earth was about to collapse under its feet.
The armor reflects the cold luster, the sword forest, the flag is like a cloud, and the black pressure is a piece, which spreads horizontally and extends longitudinally to the distance.
Assault!
Assault!
For a time, the shouting of killing shook the heavens and the earth.
The left and right flanks of the Xianbei Wuhuan army collapsed instantly, and even the Chinese army also collapsed.
Not long ago, some of the soldiers among them were still bragging to the people next to them, saying that they must attack the small city today and must be the seventh girl at night.
There are also soldiers who are thinking about catching a few more beautiful female slaves and going back, so that they can enjoy every day in the future.
However, now all is gone.
They woke up when the distant collapse and panic began to roll like a tidal wave, sweeping the sky with despair and cries across the plain.
Panic was like a virus, quickly disintegrating the willpower of the Xianbei Wuhuan army.
Some of the soldiers couldn't see what was going on behind them, but everyone trembled inside, just like a mortal facing a flash flood and tsunami and facing the power of nature with thunder
Gao Zhi's cavalry was as fast as lightning, as thunderous, as if entering a no-man's land, quickly cut through the two wings, and stabbed towards the Chinese army.
The sharp blade of the knife and spear flashed with countless cold luster under the refraction of light, and the sharp blade silently slashed between the blood and bones of the person, cutting the blood vessels and tearing the bones, bringing out scarlet blood waves from the inside, fluttering down from the slender blades and flying in the air.
Time seems to freeze, forever frozen in this moment
The Xianbei Wuhuan army was frightened, and the Gaozhi army was as majestic as thunder.
The horse's hooves flew like meteors, and the spears shook the sky.
The result is a picture full of extreme violent beauty.
The Xianbei Wuhuan army completely collapsed.
Even if there were still people who tried to organize a rebellion, everyone had already heard the sound of thunder, which was the sound of horses' hooves shaking the earth.
The faces of the generals of Xianbei Wuhuan also became ugly, and some of them were even trembling, and the timid ones fell directly from their horses.
For some reason, each of them felt a strong will.
From the cold will of these Han iron riders in front of them!
These people are not people, they are devils!
Slaughter and kill, the devil who brings death!
Everyone holds the broadsword in the same position, and from the very front, it is almost on the same level.
When the knife falls, the head falls to the ground and is cut off like a radish and cabbage.
The long sharp knife slashed at it, slicing through the ubiquitous air, slicing through people's necks, and blood spurted out, splashing on the ground, steaming.
At such times, living people turn into cabbage turnips.
The sharp blade tore through the flesh and blood of man, reaping life mercilessly.
Regardless of the position, whether it is a Han or a Xianbei Wuhuan person, at this time, the fall and death of everyone means that the pillar of a family behind them is broken, and countless children have to live a lifetime without father's love.
In the face of such a dull blow, the leader, who had just given the wrong command, his mind blank, and occasionally a trace of thought, was also quickly impacted by the battlefield, and he stopped at this time, as if he had just woken up from a dream.
But the fire in front of him, the shouting and killing around him, was so real.
Every man wielded a sharp sword, and each of them would cut through the flesh of a man.
Some have flattened half of their heads with a single knife, some have split half of their faces with a single knife, and some have been split from their chin to their lower abdomen.
The moment the knife slashed in, the sharp blade sliced through the bones, making a scalp-tinging sound, a flash of sound, a judgment before death came.
This cavalry, which is brazenly advancing under the leadership of Gao Zhi, is simply a god blocking and killing gods, and a Buddha blocking and killing Buddhas, and it is unstoppable!
Suddenly rushing at them, the army that had begun to be chaotic in Xianbei Wuhuan couldn't react at all, and after the initial resistance was torn apart, there was a great chaos in the military array.
War is the most ruthless, but it is also the fairest.
Because, war destroys everything, and it does not stop because of who is poorly born.
Now, the tragic truth has befallen the Xianbei Wuhuan people.
Feng Shui takes turns, and they who had wreaked havoc on the Han people not long ago have now become the targets of slaughter!
Speaking of which, this group of them is blindly confident when they are confident, thinking that they are invincible in the world, and once they encounter a little problem, they will feel inferior to the lowest point and completely deny themselves.
However, in the final analysis, the leader is still a battle-hardened general after all, and he quickly suppressed the fear in his heart, and personally retreated with his henchmen to accelerate the evacuation here!
This war lasted until dusk, the sunset fell to the horizon, and the collapsed Xianbei Wuhuan army was completely chaotic, running scattered, stretching for more than ten miles.
And the Han iron cavalry followed and chased for more than ten miles!
A few hours later, Gao Zhi, who was covered in blood and visible to the naked eye, sat next to a stream, regardless of the cold water in the stream, let alone whether there were corpses of soldiers of the Xianbei Wuhuan Army floating in the stream, and washed his face first.
After that, he found a place to sit down, took off his helmet, and breathed heavily, this battle was really fucking tired, Rao was as strong as him, and after a period of non-resting fighting and chasing, the whole person was about to collapse.
The gaze is like a torch, and it looks into the distance.
At this time, Gao Zhi's brows were always slightly frowned, and once he entered the state of marching and fighting, his whole person would become very serious, like a cold piece of iron.
The sun is sinking into the horizon, and the stars are reflected in the deep blue sky, shining like jewels.
The night wind was still cold, blowing from the distant hills, blowing the thick blood mist on the plains, the killing was nearing its end, and the distance was just chasing the remnants of the army.
The whole plain was completely stained red with blood, and for many years to come, the grass grew extraordinarily luxuriantly, and countless corpses were scattered on the ground, blocking the river in the distance.
One will be a success!
Gao Zhi sighed leisurely.
If these people lived in the society of the next generation, some doctors, teachers or scholars, and even scientists might be born, and the most ordinary could be office workers or couriers, enjoying the free and beautiful air, eating unhealthy food on the streets, and walking around with children on weekends.
But they grew up in this era, became soldiers, picked up knives and guns, and buried their bones in a foreign land ever since.
Realistic, and cruel!
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