The limelight was like a knife, whistling, only to see a rapidly churning cloud wave, as if a gray dragon was rolling from the sky, and in an instant the wind was fierce, flying sand and stones.

Under the sky, the two armies met on a narrow road in the field, and the Huns did not expect that the Han army would kill from behind and hastily respond to the battle.

The formation of the cavalry of the Han army is a triangular cone, this kind of cavalry formation of three three three and three with each other originated from Qin, and the Qin cavalry of Megatron is a column of three horses, closely cooperating with the front and back, left and right, one team falls off the horse, and the other team immediately fills the gap.

The sharp triangular top was the spearhead of the Han army that broke into the opposing camp, led by Cheng Lian, like a wolf's teeth bursting out of a wolf's mouth, which could tear the throat of any enemy.

The Han army broke into the Xiongnu camp from the flank, and the triangular formation generally did not attack from the front, often tearing the enemy from the left and right, and the weakest point of the Hun cavalry was precisely on the flank.

"Boom!" The two cavalry slammed into each other, and immediately a knight was shaken to the ground by the powerful impact, and in an instant he was trampled by the dense hooves of the horses

Rushing into the Hun army formation, the Han cavalry suddenly divided into two triangles, and a horse flew out of one of the triangle formations, like a drop of water splashing out of the ocean, the battlefield was too chaotic to see his face clearly, and he didn't know who he was at all.

He pressed his body against the horse, his sword pressed against his arm, and the head of the knife swept against the heads of the Hun soldiers, with the piercing sound of armor shattering and bones breaking. At the crossing, rows and rows of Hun soldiers fell.

But he was still rushing forward, and he had even thrown his companions far away.

He wants to single-handedly enter the Chinese army?

In the blink of an eye, the man had been killed in front of the Chinese army, dozens of arrows flew past his ears, and the thorn-like scimitar sealed the castration.

As soon as he pulled the war horse, the war horse neighed, and Russia seemed to be pulled by the power of the sky, and rose into the air, holding the knife is a flat blow, the cold light appeared, the blood splashed, and several Hun soldiers held the broken wrist of the whole body, and issued a horn like killing pigs.

In a moment, the sound of metal crackling came and went, and countless Hun soldiers were split into two pieces by the armor, and a line of blood spurted out of the crowd.

Overhead, a shadow as vague as lightning, the man leaped his horse and flew past the Chinese battle formation, and the galloping horse's hooves shook off the pursuing Hun soldiers behind him, and he raised his long knife.

The Huns retreated slightly, as if they couldn't believe that anyone dared to risk being under the banner of the main general.

The rider shouted violently, and the roar as fierce as thunder startled the Hun soldiers who were guarding the main general of the Chinese army, and their legs and stomachs trembled, and they could not lift the knife in their hands.

The war horse man stood up, the bright armor darkened the color of the Chinese army, and at that moment, the general seemed to be descending from the high and deep sky like the god of war.

The light of the sword has split the dust of the battlefield!

There is a terrible dead silence on the battlefield!

The Hun soldiers under the wolf thought that it was raining, and there was always water splashing on their faces, and someone wiped it, and the water poured up again, and he raised his hand to look.

Slimy, not rain, it's blood.

The Hun soldiers turned their backs one after another, and behind them, a frenzied stream of blood was still rushing upward, and on Yuvro's mount was a headless corpse, and the headless corpse fell straight off the horse.

The skull swirled in the sky, the blood lines that were thrown out scraped in comical arcs in the air, the helmet had fallen off and smashed into the face of one of the soldiers, and the rider who had slain the commander stretched out his arm and grabbed the skull's bun.

Cheng Lian immediately stabbed him, as if the god of war had descended: "The thief is dead!" ”

The voice was loud and far, the two thousand Hun soldiers were silent, and the Xiongnu's Zuo Xian King actually died in this way, and he was beheaded by the other party almost without fighting back.

I don't know who shouted, and the Hun soldiers all began to flee in large areas as if they had been whipped.

"Catch up, don't leave a single one!" Cheng Lian hung Fu Luo's head on the saddle and chased after him.

With Cheng Lian's order, the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry inserted the war knife back into the scabbard, took out the bow and arrow, and launched a pursuit.

Three hundred paces away, the cavalry had already shot arrows from their galloping horses.

The feather arrows screamed, and the retreating Hun soldiers fell down screaming one by one, but the Huns did not stop fighting, and the rear team trampled on the corpses of the front team, and resolutely retreated to the south, trying to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

The Bingzhou Iron Cavalry caught up with the Hun soldiers in a moment, drew out the war knife again, and rushed into the enemy formation with a roar, and the Bingzhou Iron Cavalry plowed through the enemy formation, and the sword that was immediately waved slashed out all the way to blood.

The fleeing Hun soldiers were quickly divided into four sections by the cavalry, and the iron cavalry galloped across the ploughed passages, arrows whizzing to both sides, forcing the enemy to retreat.

A passage about a mile wide had been formed, and the Huns were squeezed into four narrow streams of people, and the Huns fled in horror to both ends, and a few centurions cut down a few Hun soldiers who fled in confusion, but they still could not stop the landslide.

The Hun soldiers who rushed towards both ends did not run far before they stopped, and in front of them were the shining swords of the Han army

"Don't kill me, I'm willing to surrender!" In the crowd, a Hun soldier let out a heart-palpitating cry, and the scimitar in his hand fell on the ground with a crisp sound.

Fear is also contagious, nearly 2,000 Hun soldiers dropped their weapons, the word "willing to surrender" swept the battlefield like a tsunami, all the people looked at Cheng Lian, he only needed a word, the life and death of these Huns.

Cheng Lian's gaze slowly swept across the battlefield, and the battlefield that was still killing the sky just now was dead silent.

He waved his big hate: "No one is left!" ”

"Fight with the Han people" The Hun soldiers who knew Chinese let out a desperate cry, and the weapons thrown on the ground were picked up one after another, and the battlefield that had just fallen silent was boiling again.

The Hun soldiers, surrounded by the masses, screamed and began to break through, but it was all in vain, and they were greeted by the iron hooves of their horses, the whistling arrows, and the cold spurs.

They had no choice but to rush forward one after the other, and fall on top of the corpses of their comrades, shedding their own blood with that of their comrades.

Half an hour of brutal slaughter, the yellow plains were dyed red, and the corpses were piled up into four ring-shaped hills.

Cheng Lian glanced at the corpses on the ground, and after making sure that no Huns were alive, he led the iron cavalry back to the prisoner cart, his hand was raised, and the state iron cavalry swarmed up, cut open the prisoner cart, and released the captured people inside.

"Thank you, General, for saving your life!" The people brought the old to help the young, and slowly knelt down towards Chenglian.

"Not necessarily!" Cheng Lian said lightly.

After a while, he saw that this group of people had no intention of getting up, and frowned: "Why don't you get up and go home?" ”

"We are all people in the Gyeonggi area, Dong thieves moved the capital, plundered along the way, and our homes have long been gone." The sound of women crying could be heard from the crowd.

Cheng Lian pondered for a long time, and his tone was still very cold: "A certain person was ordered by General Lu to patrol along the north bank of the Yellow River, and has prevented the rebel army from plundering Hedong. ”

"May I ask what the general said about General Lu, but is Wenhou Lu Bu?" An old man asked tremblingly.

"Exactly!"

The old man was shocked when he heard this, and immediately bowed deeply to Cheng Lian: "Since it is under the rule of Wen Hou, the old man is willing to go!" ”

"I'm willing to wait!" The crowd immediately echoed one after another, and in a place where Cheng Lian couldn't reach, a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him curiously.