The sharp iron claws were getting closer and closer to the old wolf's neck, and the reaction speed of this old jungle hunter was obviously not as fast as before. Although he had seen the danger that was imminent, he had no time to mobilize his reflexes to dodge.

Then, he felt a sudden lightness around his neck, and then a large amount of liquid was squirted out. The old wolf's neck had not been injured before this, so he had no experience in it, and he was at a loss for a while, which obviously did not match his 70 years of life experience. However, the heavens did not give her time to sigh about her fate, and immediately after that, he felt a sharp pain coming from his neck. This time, even if he had no relevant experience, he realized what was going on.

Suning's attack was indeed lightning fast, he originally thought that it would take some time before he could hit him, but he didn't expect that now he was going to lose his life.

With an involuntary howl, the old wolf's body fell crooked in the grass on the side, and there was still a lot of unwillingness in his career. However, the unreasonable eyelids still went on after all, and those wishes that were not fulfilled when they were alive were all sealed under the power of death.

This fierce battle came to an end with this as a sign, Suning slowly put away his iron claws, and stood next to the old wolf's body for a long time.

This fierce battle was the most unforgettable since his rebirth, and he didn't expect that it was not the famous Lu Budianwei and others in history who forced him to the edge of the cliff of death, but an old Qiang man who was unknown and almost no one understood.

Is this an irony of history? Is he saying that I, the traverser, am not qualified enough to force him to use his most powerful hand?

If this is the case, Suning would have to thank the great history for accurately assessing his abilities and not allowing him to die heroically in the first foreign war.

After making fun of a great historical law, I wish you had to regroup your mind and return to his hated battlefield, where the battle in the distance was still going on, and the sword and shield men he brought out were fighting fiercely against these desperate cannon fodder.

In melee combat, the martial arts of the sword and shield men can be said to be the most clear, whether they are fighting in small groups or fighting alone with the advantage of equipment, they have a great hope of winning.

The situation on the battlefield is indeed in line with this law, but after a fight, they finally slowly fell into passivity, after all, their enemies are too many, and after this fight, their physical strength has also begun to decline.

The fatigue that haunts them is even more difficult to deal with than the enemy in front of them. The lactic acid that was constantly secreted in the muscle tissue, as it was against the old wolf, tormented each of them. The originally proficient sword routines have become no longer brilliant at this moment, and the moves that frequently reveal flaws are easy to bring deadly threats even in the face of an equal number of opponents, not to mention that the enemies in front of them are much more than the imaginary enemies they usually train.

And they seem so crazy that even if they have just fallen under their scimitars, they will get up again and devote themselves to the fight again, and if they can't get up again, then they will continue to crawl forward, endure the constant trampling of their companions and try their best to get close to their enemies, and eventually use their teeth or pulp to inflict as much damage as they can.

There are many sword and shield hands brought out by Suning, all of them are in a fierce battle with the other party, and suddenly feel that their toes hurt, and when they look down, they will be surprised to find that there is a humanoid long tongue on the ground, which is constantly biting their toes at the moment.

Some people are so angry that they immediately swing their swords at him, but their actions often give the enemy a good chance, so their lives are threatened, and there are many fighters who are slow to react or are dragged down by the decline in physical strength, so give your opponent a chance to die.

When Suning returned to this battlefield, he noticed that the situation of the battle had exceeded his expectations. He wanted to end up with the old wolf's train of thought in the shortest possible time, but he didn't expect that the wolf was so cunning that it would delay him so much.

This made him have to re-examine this situation that had gotten out of control, and consider what simple method should be used to repel the desperate entanglement of this group of cannon fodder.

Then, after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't find any way to break the deadlock, and frustration and disappointment began to creep in his eyes, and spread to his ranks through the casual glances of the soldiers.

Such a phenomenon can be described as a fatal blow to morale. When the commander of an army loses the courage and means to fight, the only option left for his subordinates may be to throw themselves into the arms of death in a way that is acceptable.

Invisibly, Suning caught a glimpse of several sword and shield hands rushing out together, as if he had given up resistance, and was easily killed by the enemy.

Although there were many factors that caused them to give up resistance due to physical exhaustion, but in their last miserable howl, there was clearly endless unwillingness, and their eyes were still flashing with hatred and anger, and even the eyelids of many of them did not cover the remaining light.

Suning suddenly gave up thinking, and the death that didn't stop completely stimulated his emotions, and after an earth-shattering roar, he waved his iron claws and rushed towards the cannon fodder who were still besieging his subordinates.

"A group of people who do not know whether they live or die are willing to die for your enemies, have not your tribes, your relatives, and your sons and daughters been killed by them?"

Suning shouted loudly as he entered the array of cannon fodder.

Although his broadcasting role was not as obvious as Zhang Fei's, however, the roar based on righteous indignation still covered most of the battlefield. A few words in it, even under the influence of the northwest wind, reached Micah, a thousand paces away.

Micah trembled his right hand slightly because of this, he couldn't imagine that there was such a bloody good man in the Han army, as for how shrewd his mind was, how he debunked his plan to plan cannon fodder, but he didn't care, when did the grassland people care whether the plan succeeded or not? If he succeeds, he will naturally celebrate with a lot of joy, and if he fails, then bury his bones in the grassland where he was born and raised, why not?

Besides, almost every nomadic tribe in the north has done the thing of driving the old, weak, sick and disabled to attack the city, and even the grassland men who have never been exposed to the Confucian sages know this kind of trick, and what is the great deal about being debunked by the learned Han people?

However, this time he seems to have underestimated the impact that Suning could bring.

When the door of his alcohol podium experience echoed on this battlefield, it unconsciously penetrated into the minds of many Qiang people. No one knows whether this is a miraculous phenomenon that has emerged after years of teaching and training, or whether the tragic battlefield scene caused by Suning's brave fight shocked the Qiang people's minds, so that their psychological defense line completely collapsed inadvertently.

In short, their movements began to gradually become slow, and the sword and shield hand on the opposite side, because they were also physically exhausted, saw that the opponent slowed down the pace of attack, and they were also tacitly ready to turn around and retreat.

Only Suning, who was in a frenzy, was still unaware of all this, and he continued to fight back and forth in the battlefield. The iron claws on both hands swung between flesh and blood, the flying flesh showing its madness, the shattered bones singing of his slaughter.

After kicking a cannon fodder away, Suning turned around and shot through the chest of another cannon fodder, and then the other hand cut the neck of the third person, and the fourth person was directly frightened by his crazy appearance, the guy actually stopped in front of Suning, stunned, at a loss, how could Suning let go of such a good opportunity, he waved his hand to end the man's life, and made him pay the due price in his shameless behavior.

At this time, Suning was like a bloodthirsty monster, rampage, shuttling back and forth in the formation of cannon fodder. Where could the already evacuated formation withstand her tossing, and in an instant, there were many unimaginable huge gaps.

The sword and shield bearers who had rested for a while even wanted to pick up their arms again and fight to the death with those cannon fodder again, they were inspired by Suning, full of blood, and fell into the boiling again under the effect of adrenaline. Even the lactic acid, which had almost covered the whole body just now, seems to have disappeared at this moment.

The cannon fodder on the other side is in a state that is roughly the opposite of them. In the face of a killing machine like Suning, the panic in their hearts began to eat away at their hopes little by little, even if the dreams of regaining their freedom, seeing their families again, returning to the tribe, and living a peaceful life were still calling their bravery in their minds. When Suning's roar echoed on the battlefield again, their psychological defense line was instantly destroyed by this earth-shattering wave.

"Your relatives, not in the hands of our Han army, but in the hands of those Xianbei people, pick up the weapons you can find, turn around, rescue your sons, and let them regain their freedom!"

In an instant, the endless fear finally found a clear direction, they didn't dare to show off their might in front of Suning, but the victory that had been shown just now seemed to boost their morale. Aren't those sword and shield fighters brought out by Suning already obediently hiding back in the array at this moment? Since they were able to achieve such a great victory over the Han Chinese, could it be that the Xianbei people would be their opponents?

Suddenly, they began to repent to their respective ancestors. The story of the heroism of the ancestors was originally circulated on the grassland, but their unworthy descendants actually did something to forget their ancestors today, although they did not worship their ancestors like the Han people, but the glory of the ancestors did not allow others to come to see him, just as they swore to the death to maintain the continuation of the tribe, for their children can try to fight.

In this steppe, the horn most commonly used by Suning to launch a war is also widely used, for the glory of the ancestors, for the Kangning of the descendants, it is the battle cry that most mammalian civilizations will choose. Even though they may not express themselves in the same language, some in other languages, and some simply in the roars of other species. But they all have a common ideal, and that ideal is in their DNA, and how their ancestors made them, they have to make their offspring like their ancestors.

This is the biggest source of motivation for mammals to evolve mammalian behavior.

At this moment, those remnants of the cannon fodder transferred the residual killing demonic nature to the heart behind them, and they picked up all kinds of weapons again, but the opponent they attacked this time was not only Suning and his subordinates, but chose to drive them away from the Xianbei tribe.

Mika never imagined that he would lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot. Those old, weak, sick and disabled people who were still fighting bravely just now dragged their scarred and exhausted bodies and inflicted their tattered weapons on the brave Xianbei warriors.

"Damn!" Micah's anger made his hands tremble. Now he can't wait to personally lead the elite under his command and kill these old and weak people who have defected to the battlefield.

However, his plan of action had to be changed urgently due to another sudden change.

Those young and middle-aged captives who had been held by them unanimously launched a rebellion at this time. Because of the abundance of this harvest, many of the captives were not bound. While the strong-looking men are taken care of by ropes, the skinny ones tend to be better at using their brains when their strength is weak.

So they have long since started to rescue each other. They are all tribes living in this grassland, and everyone is very familiar with each other, although there is inevitably some friction and hatred on weekdays, but at this moment when it is related to the life and death of everyone and themselves, they have to put aside the hatred of the past, otherwise no one has a chance to escape.

Similar things often happen in the steppe, so they are agile and skillful in their actions. Before the old, weak, sick and disabled on the battlefield defected, they were fully prepared. When their fathers rushed back with a shout, they immediately realized that their opportunity had come.

So a rebellion that was not fresh but large enough to plan appeared in the camp of the Xianbei people.

In this way, Mika gave Suning a chance to watch the play for free.

But he was already annoyed and angry, so he naturally had to use his most elite subordinates to give Suning the most wonderful cavalry performance in the shortest possible time, so that he could continue to suppress the morale of Suning's side.

However, is Suning really willing to be only an audience?