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Huo Qubing shot the king of Zhelan with an arrow, causing an uproar among the Huns, like a boulder falling into the calm lake, startling a pool of waves.

The soldiers under the command of the king of Zhelan looked at the corpse that fell to the ground, and they were all stunned, and after half a sound, one wail after another resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Oh no, the king was killed by the Han army!"

"King Zhelan is dead!"

"King Zhelan is dead!"

As soon as these words came out, the Hun camp suddenly became a pot of porridge, one after another, the sound of "Zhelan King died in battle" sounded, and after less than two minutes, all the Hun cavalry in the entire Hun camp knew the news that Zhelan King was killed by the Han army.

The Huns were in chaos, completely in chaos.

"Zhelan is dead, do you still want to continue to resist!" Huo Quzhi took the head of the king of Zhelan with a sword, held it high in his hand, and shouted loudly to the Hun cavalry around him.

"King Zhelan is dead, go, go!"

The Hun cavalry, who had no intention of resisting, was even more distraught when they saw the head of the King of Zhelan appear in Huo Quai's hands, and they threw down the scimitar in their hands in panic, completely turned into a rout, and fled to the distance in a panic.

In an instant, hundreds of Hun cavalry around Huo Quai's illness scattered and fled, and they no longer dared to continue fighting with the Han army, and half of the straw that crushed the camel had already fallen.

......

"Han beast takes his life!"

Even though he was cut off an arm by Zhang Taishu, King Luhu was still the first warrior in Hexi, with 500 cavalry under his command, surrounded Zhou Xing and 100 Han army soldiers, and the two sides roared and flashed in the camp, and the big battle began!

In the chaos of the army, I saw the one-armed King Luhu holding his own golden knife in the Han army left and right, killing happily, constantly Han soldiers died under his golden knife, no one was his opponent in a round, the hot blood of the Han soldiers sprinkled all over the body of King Luhu.

Soon, behind King Luhu, who had rushed all the way to kill, was full of corpses of Han soldiers.

King Luhu was so brave, coupled with the help of 500 Hun cavalry, less than 30 of the 100 people led by Zhou Xing were killed in the blink of an eye, and Huo Quai's 800 personal guards, so far, there are only the last 100 people left, and this number is still decreasing.

It was a lone army, and it was to be outnumbered to welcome the crowd, even if these 500 people were brave, it was impossible to fight for the 3,000 Hun cavalry.

A company slashed more than 20 Han cavalry, King Luhu on the horse also vented most of the anger in his heart, looking at the last 30 or so Han soldiers in front of him who were still resisting stubbornly, King Luhu brandished a golden knife, commanded the Hun cavalry around and said loudly: "Up, give this king, kill all these rampant Han troops, and leave that Han general to me!" ”

As soon as the words fell, King Luhu urged the horse's belly, raised the golden knife, and went straight to Zhou Xing, who was slashing the Hun cavalry.

"Han will die!"

A loud and penetrating roar came from the mouth of King Luhu, who was riding a horse and sprinting, and Zhou Xing, who was scarred and in tattered armor, heard this loud shout, and the long knife in his hand suddenly accelerated the speed of slashing and killing the Hun cavalry.

After another Hun cavalryman was beheaded by Zhou Xing on horseback, at this time, King Luhu had already driven his horse and waved his sword behind Zhou Xing.

The blood-stained golden knife was also raised at this moment and went straight to Zhou Xing's chest.

At the moment when the golden knife was raised, Zhou Xing already felt the danger, and without any hesitation, Zhou Xing immediately turned around, and the long knife in his hand fiercely met the golden knife slashed by King Luhu.

"Boom!" There was a shrill exchange of gold and iron and the cracking of blades.

Zhou Xing used the last bit of strength in his body to make a tough move with King Luhu, but at the moment when the two blades clashed, Zhou Xing's big knife was cut in half by the fierce golden knife, "Poof." The moment the weapon broke, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhou Xing's mouth, drawing an extremely brilliant parabola in the night sky.

A knife cut off Zhou Xing's weapon, King Luhu's right hand reversed, and slapped the golden knife in his hand on Zhou Xing's back, and the golden knife carried King Luhu's innate divine power and smashed on Zhou Xing's back, when there was a sound of bones breaking.

Zhou Xing not only spit out a mouthful of blood, but was directly slapped off the war horse by this knife, flying six or seven meters sideways.

He fell to the ground, not moving, completely unaware of life and death.

Zhou Xing, he couldn't even take a move from King Luhu, you know, the current King Luhu was seriously injured and had his arm cut off, terrifying, terrifying King Hu.

Like a military general like King Luhu, ordinary generals can only die against him, but fortunately, when he was injured and not in his heyday, Zhang Taishu used the future of his life in exchange for one of his arms and the opportunity for his destruction.

After beating Zhou Xing's life and death with a knife, King Luhu on horseback withdrew his golden knife, drove the war horse under his crotch, and rushed to Zhou Xing, who was seriously injured and unconscious, no matter whether the Han army general was killed by him with a knife, he had to cut off his head.

After less than ten seconds, King Luhu, who was driving slowly, came to Zhou Xing, who was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood but still had the last trace of life.

The one-armed King Luhu stared coldly at Zhou Xing, who had passed out, on his war horse, and in the next moment, the golden knife in King Luhu's right hand suddenly raised and slashed at Zhou Xing's head, but at the moment when King Luhu raised the golden knife, a wail sounded behind him.

"Oh no, King Zhelan is dead!"

King Luhu's golden sword stopped in mid-air in an instant, his pupils widened to the maximum for a moment, and his breathing couldn't help but widen.

Zhelan is dead? How is this possible!

King Luhu hurriedly withdrew his golden sword, turned his head to look behind him, and soon, another wail rang in his ears.

"The king is dead!"

"King Zhelan was shot dead by the Han army, and his head is in the hands of that Han general!"

Hearing these screams and wails, King Luhu's eyes shrank, and his brain spun rapidly, what's the matter, Zhelan can't really die! Can...... This...... But how is this possible!

As if to let King Luhu completely recognize the reality, soon, the war horse held the head of Zhelan in one hand, and shouted at Huo Quai, who was shouting at the Hun cavalry around him, and fiercely reflected the eyes of King Luhu, who was already panicked at this moment.

"Zhelan is dead, do you still want to continue to resist!"

Looking at Huo Quzhi's handsome face full of blood, and then listening to the arrogant words in his mouth, and finally when the bloody head appeared clearly in front of him, King Luhu only felt that his eyes were dark, and the wound on his left arm began to ache sharply again, and even his throat emitted a trace of sweetness, and in the next second, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of King Luhu's mouth.

"Zhelan!"

A beast-like roar came from the mouth of King Luhu, and the first warrior of Hexi shed tears of sadness on his horseback at this moment.

The person who was still comforting himself in the tent just now turned out to be a cold corpse in the blink of an eye, and even his head was cut off........

Hateful, hateful!

King Luhu let out a mournful roar, and immediately turned the horse's head with one arm, and went straight to Huo Quai, the golden knife in his right hand was raised high, and his eyebrows were upside down, like a mad demon.

"You take your life!"

The death of the king of Zhelan gave a great blow to the king of Luhu, and one of the four kings of the Xiongnu in Hexi died in the hands of the Han army today, which is something that has not happened in the past few years, or even for decades, even if the Han army has launched several major wars against their Xiongnu in recent years, there has never been a Xiongnu king who has either died in battle or been captured.

But today, on the battlefield where the 30,000 Hun army faced off against the 10,000 Han army, a king of Hexi actually died like this, and the person who died was still a friend of King Luhu, how could he not be sad and angry, how could he not be crazy!

"Kill!" Because of the death of King Zhelan, King Luhu, who completely fell into madness, quickly rushed to Huo Quai, and the Han soldiers next to Huo Qubing saw that only King Luhu rushed alone, and these more than 20 people rushed up without pulling their horses, and shouted excitedly in their mouths.

"This man is King Luhu, if the brothers kill him, we will be able to win a great victory!"

In the next second, the more than 20 horsemen under Huo Quzhi's men rushed towards King Luhu as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and Huo Quzhi didn't even have time to remind him, because the two Han troops who rushed to the front had already cut off their heads with a knife from the angry King Luhu, and the others also began to besiege King Luhu.

Huo Quai, who was on the war horse, looked anxious and angry, "Come back, give me all back, you are not his 1......."

"Whoosh", a feather arrow shot from nowhere, hit the left leg of the champion Hou, so that he could not say the words later.

But Huo Quai's illness doesn't need to go on, King Luhu has already begun to kill, in the chaos of the army, the first warrior in Hexi, holding his own golden knife, in the siege left and right, in a moment of effort, seven Han soldiers died under his knife, and the other Han soldiers did not even touch the corners of his clothes.

I have to say that the fierce general is really a sharp weapon for winning the battle on the ancient battlefield.

Looking at the brave King Luhu, the Hun cavalry who had not fled around stopped the war horse under their crotch, and after looking at each other, they jumped back to help the battle.

Although the king of Zhelan is dead, the king of Luhu is still there, and the Huns have not reached the point of real rout, at least, they still have a desire for victory.

King Luhu on horseback was besieged by the Han army, killing happily, and the blood of the Han soldiers continued to comfort his angry heart, but this situation did not last long, and soon, the last eight Han horsemen began to retreat, no longer besieging King Luhu, but killing with other nearby Hun cavalry, just because one person had arrived, and had been killed with the one-armed King Luhu.

"Bang", a piercing sound of gold and iron communication sounded, and King Luhu slashed the golden knife in his hand on the long sword of the Han general in front of him, but it is conceivable that he cut off the blade of this young Han general with one knife did not appear.

This young and handsome Han general actually withstood his onslaught.

Huo Quzhi held the long sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and resisted the huge force that came from the sword body, his bright eyes widened the most at this moment, and the tiger eyebrows had already frowned.

"Ahh A roar sounded, and the desperate champion Hou burst out with incomparable strength, and he actually provoked King Luhu's golden sword at once.

On horseback, King Luhu's figure couldn't help but shake a little, because he lost his left arm, his body coordination was not very good, so he almost fell off the war horse when he shook just now.

But soon, after King Luhu stabilized his figure, the two fought again.

The dividing line ---------- tell you politely, I'm Huang Xiaowei Kavin, well, but it's not this chapter that's stuck, but the next chapter, to give you a reminder, I'm already bare-assed and haven't saved the manuscript, and the plot I'm currently writing is still very critical, if I appear again in Kavin, maybe I will have to change it in April........

Let's scold my mother slowly, hey, who is that, put down the kitchen knife in your hand, you, you, don't look at what others say is you, have you put your underwear on my face, is it possible to say it.......