Lü Bu was just preparing to go south to intercept the Huns, cattle and horses who had escaped from the sea of fire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe royal court of the Huns moved, and the tent of the vast dozens of miles moved south for the first time, and the scene was shocking.

The entire royal court was quickly divided into two parts, with an isolation zone dozens of steps wide in the middle, and the flames were soaring to the sky while the voices were boiling.

"It doesn't seem to be going to work. Dismount and get in! "Lü Bu left 300 men to guard the war horses and capture the escaped people and cattle, sheep and horses.

The crossbow battalion is not only capable of horse fighting, but also absolute elite foot combat, and Gao Shun once trained for three months as a devil in the camp. The crossbow battalion carried a repeater on its back, carried a rattan card and a scimitar, and killed it from all directions in a phalanx of thirty people.

Lu Bu was the first to see through the cowhide tent and kill the general.

"The Han army has come in, come quickly!" A Hun cavalry who was scurrying in the royal court saw that the enemy army had come in, and shouted a warning, and Hula organized a group of cavalry to kill Lu Bu's phalanx.

They thought that the Han army that had lost its war horses was a salted fish to be slaughtered, and a large number of Hun cavalry and slave soldiers who had not had time to get on their horses rushed forward with straw forks, ready to kill this small handful of Han officers and soldiers.

As soon as the cavalry rushed to the front, a crossbow in the center of the small phalanx shot out with a shuttle of iron arrows. Before the Hun soldiers on foot behind them could react, they were chopped down by more than a dozen meat grinder-like elbows that rushed up.

The intricate and two-by-two yurts not only made Lü Bu's army feel like they were entering a labyrinth, but also stopped the Hun cavalry from charging. As Lü Bu's army broke through the tent, more and more yurts were destroyed. In the middle of the huge royal court, cattle and sheep were mixed with Hun women and children, and Han slaves were scurrying around the streets, panicking, and the sky above the royal court was covered by a thick layer of panic.

Looking at the chaotic scene, it is not a way to go on like this, Lu Bu shook his arm, suspended the forward momentum of the small phalanx, boarded an abandoned grass cart, and shouted an order: "This will be the benevolent and righteous teacher sent by the Son of Heaven to save my Han people, the Son of Heaven heard that the Huns cholera my border pass, plundered my people, and couldn't sleep at night, and sent Ben to rescue everyone from the sea of suffering." Now, everyone is saved, please obey the order of the Son of Heaven, these cattle and sheep belong to you, please bring your cattle and sheep with the materials that can be taken away and rush to the Yinshan area, the Son of Heaven has sent a heavy army to meet you. As long as you get to Yinshan, you will be safe......"

"Really? Has the Son of Heaven really come to our rescue? Pity my son, but

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Pity my husband...... The Hun barbarians who cut them all with a thousand knives killed them all......"

"We are saved, we are saved......"

"Quick, drive cattle and sheep, wow......"

Before Lu Bu finished his long speech, these women burst into unprecedented fury when they heard that it was a rescuer sent by the Son of Heaven. With the children of the Huns whose father they could not tell which ones they were, they drove the cattle and sheep and shuttled between the tattered yurts.

These children are the appearance of the Huns and the Han people, they are destined to be the slaves of the Huns for the rest of their lives from birth, they look up blankly, they don't know whether to listen to their mother's words, or stay here to continue to herd sheep and horses for the Hun masters.

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Successive unfavorable, the Hun generals put the Han army into the tent is still not lower, twenty or thirty Han soldiers formed a battle formation in the middle of the royal court like a meat grinding machine, the interception of the Hun cavalry one by one cut off the horse. The number of Xiongnu soldiers plummeted, and they could no longer compete with the Han officers and soldiers.

Several thousand cavalry commanders were gradually forced to the central king's tent, and a reckless man with a string of infant skulls strung into a necklace around his neck slashed to death one of his own cavalrymen who rushed into him, and shouted angrily in the Hun dialect: "You can't retreat anymore!" Behind us is the dormitory of King Zuoxian, and the treasures of his princess and family are all in it, and we will fight to the death to defend and expel the Han army! ”

"Gather the warriors who are bloodied outside and come to the king's tent to protect them!" Another big man with a shaved head and only a handful of hair on the top of his head responded. As soon as the words fell, he spat a mouthful of saliva into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands full, and took out the horn to gather the people.

Lü Bu's army slaughtered to the king's tent, and thirty small phalanxes surrounded the king's tent in the middle. Outside the king's tent, more than 1,000 Hun cavalry were gathered to make the final desperate resistance.

Around the king's tent, there was an open space within two or three hundred steps, and the surrounding open space was completely capable of the opposing cavalry to charge, Lu Bu held down the front of the soldiers: "Abandon the shield and put on the crossbow!" ”

Lu Bu only had 900 infantry, and there was no thick shield, and the rattan brand could not resist the cavalry charge, even with the bravery of the crossbow battalion, if he wanted to fight the Hun cavalry who were still fighting under the horse, there would be huge sacrifices. The only weapon that can be used now is the repeater, and Lu Bu can only pin his hope on the repeater, shooting the enemy cavalry off his horse before they can rush to him.

"Ready!" With

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) the long knife of the Hun thousand horsemen of the skull necklace was held high, he did not dare to give the order to charge, and the Han army in front of him was holding a strange weapon, bowing down, cat waist, step by step and slowly killing. The pace of slow killing, but with a palpitating murderous aura, the cold gaze locked on every Hun cavalryman.

The crossbow battalion took firm steps, slowly killing step by step, except for Sasha's footsteps, like a quiet cheetah, waiting for a fatal blow.

Suppression, silent suppression so that the Hun cavalry kicked out of breath, their hands holding the horse lance were trembling slightly, they didn't know why the infantry in front of them could exude the momentum of thousands of troops.

"I can't take it anymore!" A Hun cavalryman shouted, and without waiting for the order of the superior, he rode his horse forward, turning the fear in his heart into ferocity.

The cavalry charged, and the Han army ignored it as if they didn't see it, only the steps under their feet did not waver. The Han army ignored it, and more and more Hun cavalry spontaneously drove their horses to charge.

"Kill!" The Thousand Riders with the skull necklace finally slashed the long knife held high, but there was a suppressed trilling in his voice.

The Hun cavalry at the same time instigated the war horses, started, accelerated, charged!

"Sigh the law ......"

The Hun cavalry, which was the first to rush out, had just reached a distance of fifty paces, the war horse let out a mournful roar, and the front hooves knelt on the ground in pain, and the cavalry on horseback lifted the reins in horror, and smashed into the Han army together with the war horse rolling.

"Bump...... Touch...... Touching ......"

The Huns rode close to fifty paces, and even closer to forty paces, with a cruel joy of victory in their eyes, and with a breath of time, they could crash into the Han army and trample the Han army to death. The distance of fifty paces became an unbridgeable chasm, and countless cavalry and war horses rolled on the ground and fell.

The impending victory became out of reach, and joy and despair alternated on the faces of the Hun cavalry.

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