The battle broke out very quickly, and the spread was even more rapid and violent.

In a short time, the slaughter had spread to every soldier on both sides.

The battle between the two armies also reached a fever pitch in an instant, with images of knives slashing into human flesh and bones everywhere, and people dying at every moment, and blood pooling into a stream on the ground.

"Crush the enemy!" Gao Zhi shook his spear, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and white mist erupted from the nose of the horse under his crotch.

The next moment, his whole person was like turning into a white meteor, cutting through thorns and thorns, like rowing the sea and splitting mountains, in the already chaotic army of Xianbei Wuhuan, he fought through a bloody path.

In fact, at this time, these Xianbei and Wuhuan armor soldiers, with the mentality of resistance, have already fought to the end.

At this time, they are already at the end of their rope, no matter how much they can fight, they can only flee for their lives, and at this moment, their loyalty to the leader has already done their last strength.

When soldiers are swept away by iron hooves, only to see blood constantly flying in the air, people in front of them keep falling, and people under the horses' hooves are constantly trampled into flesh, the so-called morale is a joke.

At this time, their minds were blank, their blood vessels erupted, and only the sound of roaring and slashing was left in their ears, and they felt like they had rushed into the Shura Hell all at once.

What is the real battlefield?

It is a duel of powerful forces, a collective duel of well-trained soldiers, and it is by no means as artistic and sentimental as those scholars who stand on the high hall or the keyboard warriors of later generations think.

Human life is not as good as grass mustard in war, every fresh life, there is a complete family behind it, maybe the child is still in the arms of his wife waiting to be fed, maybe the old mother has not slept late at night after weaving cloth, and then gets up and opens the door, looking at the sky in the north with attached eyes, hoping that her son will come back soon.

However, they are now not even as good as green vegetables and turnips, one by one their heads have been cut off, one by one their bones have been chopped off, they have lost their legs and feet, or they have watched their comrades-in-arms who were still bragging together during the day being trampled into pulp.

This is war! Destroy everything!

It will not give you any opportunity to discuss, nor will it care whether you have promised your wife to go back, let alone whether you have agreed to the woods and grasslands that will appear in front of the village or tribe in the spring of the next year!

The war is brutal, but! Only by ending war can peace be exchanged! Only by shedding blood can there be no more bloodshed!

The Xianbei general, Haruri, is a butcher who believes in killing as the king!

His movements were very fast, his body was slightly tilted, and the blade directly picked up five Han soldiers, tearing a hole in his right side.

Killing all the way, full of resentment and depression, with the swing of the blade in his hand, only the word happy is enough to describe his current state of mind!

In his eyes, the Han foot soldiers in front of him can be called vulnerable. In the blink of an eye, he took the lead, and under the protection of his personal guards, he was about to kill the front army.

The guards of the small city were like waves splitting in front of him, and they had no ability to resist at all. Just turn around and run.

In their opinion, Xianbei Jian'er has never been something that these weak southerners can resist, and they are fortunate to follow Haruri to come here. One of the most dazzling feats since the establishment of the south!

Not long after, Haruri had already relied on the strength of his bravery, and in the chaotic crowd, he had killed seven or eight rounds back and forth, and he had become a bloody man, but the more he killed, the more courageous he became.

The others also kept swinging their long knives, which slashed into human bones, making creaking sounds, and moving slowly, and they might have been pierced through the head with spears by the enemy.

Along the way, there were corpses everywhere, and the bodies of many soldiers were in a terrible state.

Some of them had different heads, some were cut off by the waist, and their internal organs flowed to the ground, and some were stabbed into the face by weapons, and half of their faces were gone.

I saw Haruri leading his own soldiers who followed him closely, killing him like a killing god, and all the Han soldiers who tried to stop him were killed by him on the spot.

Soon, though, his troubles came.

In the face of the tide swept by the cavalry led by Gao Zhi, the soldiers of the small town also broke out several times their usual combat effectiveness for a while.

Everyone seems to be crazy, many soldiers in the small town do not have horses, some of them pounce directly and knock down the Xianbei Wuhuan soldiers on the horses, one person can't pounce on two, two can't do three, five! Ten!

Some just pounced, and were stabbed by the spears of the soldiers of Xianbei Wuhuan, but as soon as they were stabbed, the soldiers of the small city were even more terrifying, desperately holding the spears, pulling the Xianbei Wuhuan soldiers off their horses, he couldn't drag them alone, so his comrades hugged him and dragged them together, one person couldn't do it, two people, three people!

In the ancient group battle, the most taboo thing was that the formation was scattered, and the strength of the people could not be used in one place, and it was completely chaotic.

Haruri was also fierce, the horse was stabbed down, he dismounted and fought, and his men fell one by one, and in the end he was the only one left, and at this moment he was still roaring and chopping with his sword, and he had several wounds on his body, and the blood flowed for a long time, and he had no time to tear the strip of cloth to plug the wound.

He tightly held the knife that had been stained red with blood, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and his eyes revealed perseverance and iron blood!

He has already killed like crazy, at this time, whoever dares to stand in front of him and hinder him will fight to the death!

Without any hesitation! There is no back-down! It's all the way to the end! Even if the last drop of blood drains up!

Even if the army behind him was shattered by the impact of the Han cavalry, Haruri still commanded the remnants of the Xianbei army to constantly fight and kill those Han people, killing both sides were exhausted, and no one was willing to admit defeat, and no one was willing to retreat!

Haruri had at least a dozen wounds all over his body, and blood kept pouring out, but he didn't realize it, the knife in his hand was cut and rolled over, and I don't know how many people had died under his knife.

He slashed a pikeman, and then he cut off a few more spears, and several ash pole spears were stabbed out at the same time, breaking his armor and piercing him deeply.

Haruri was also brave, and under such an injury, there was another loud roar, and the saber cut off several spear heads, and several spears pierced into his body again.

Haruri wanted to swing the knife again, but his arm could no longer be raised, at this time, he was already at the end of the crossbow, white bones could be seen in the wound, and blood flowed like no money, but he didn't say a word!

"Kill!" Another wave of spears stabbed him, piercing his body from front to back, left and right, and at this moment, Haruri's body was already densely filled with spear heads, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Hey... Hehehe..."With cloudy blood foaming in his mouth, Haruri's eyes widened, he could never have imagined that he would die like this one day!

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