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The fifth attack of the Huns, half an hour later, was again beaten down by Li Tian and his men.

The disgraced and embarrassed by the Han army, the commander of the Thousand Cavalry of the Gang Tu led the remnants of his defeated army down the hill with a dead face, and walked to the foot of the mountain where he was waiting for the evil king.

The Thousand Horsemen seemed to see the golden knife of the Evil King raised high and slashed at his head.

He was mentally prepared to die, and in fact, he didn't feel that he had any chance of surviving, because directly in front of him, there were already five colleagues waiting for him to hit the road.

Unexpectedly, after the commander of the Thousand Cavalry of Lutu came down the mountain with more than 700 defeated troops, the Evil King did not blame him for his unfavorable attack, nor did he kill him as he did before to vent his anger.

The Evil King just calmly asked why the figure was defeated by the Han army? What is the method of the Han army? And how many Han troops are still alive on the mountain peaks at this moment?

After listening to everything that the Thousand Horsemen said, the corners of the Evil King's mouth outlined a trace of arc, but it was just the last stubborn resistance, not to worry, not to worry.

"You say, there are probably only about 300 living Han troops left on the mountain, right?" The Evil King asked thoughtfully.

The commander of the Thousand Horsemen nodded with a flushed face.

One thousand to five hundred, the Han army only killed two hundred, but he left three hundred corpses, and anyone would feel ashamed.

When the Evil King heard this exact number, the smile on his face became even stronger, and he immediately gave an order.

"Lutu, now, you are leading a thousand people to attack the mountain, just like I told you before, just capture the first trench, and then stick there, what to do after that, it has nothing to do with you, by the way," the Hun Evil King glanced lightly at the commander of the Qiancai who was kneeling on one knee beside him, and said coldly: "You won't make the mistake just now a second time, right?" ”

The commander of the Thousand Cavalry immediately clasped his fists, "Please rest assured that the last general will never be in the trickery of the Han army." ”

The Evil King touched the thick beard on his chin, nodded and said, "Very good, go ahead, just do as I say." ”

"The last general obeys, but ....... "But the king, now there are only more than three hundred living Han troops on the mountain, why don't we go up and destroy them completely?" ”

The evil king shook his head, and said seriously: "The rice must be eaten one bite at a time, today our army has already capsized in the gutter, and we must not lose more manpower, listen to me, step by step, by the way, pass the order down, prepare the rocket." ”

The Evil King looked at the blood-stained mountain in the distance, shook his head and sighed, "This mountain is too annoying, this king doesn't want to see it again in the future, so burn it." ”

"Yes."

The Huns once again launched an attack on the mountain peaks.

This time, Li Tian retreated, really retreated, after the first hillside was occupied by the Huns, just less than ten minutes later, a thousand Hun foot soldiers rushed up at the foot of the mountain, also under the leadership of a Hun thousand cavalry commanders, slowly advancing towards the second trench.

The calm and terrifying Evil King, even at this point, he is still very cautious, but ...... This so-called calm and terrible is better to say that he was scared by Li Tian, and he was beaten into a cowardly guy who could only take steps and was as timid as a mouse.

.......

With the battle between the two armies, time passed little by little, and finally the time came to six o'clock in the evening.

The sunset has slowly set along a corner of the sky, and the night is gradually high in the sky, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the tragic shouting and killing, and the battle is still not over, and it can even be said that it has entered the last high dynasty!

Ten hours have passed since the start of the war!

For a full ten hours, the Han and Hungarian sides fought alive for ten hours at the foot of Gaolan Mountain.

The Han army died less than 3,000, and the Xiongnu were also greatly injured by the vitality, with countless dead, countless wounded, and deserters...... Countless.......

But the battlefield, which is made up of corpses and remnants, is still fighting.

The five generals under Huo Quai's command, Li Tian led people to attract the main force of the evil king, Gao Buzhi was slashed by King Luhu and his life and death were unknown, and Zhang Taishu didn't know if he was still in the world, only Fuduo and Zhao Ponu are still following Huo Qubing to command the battle.

Even though the Han army suffered heavy casualties, the Huns also paid a great price for it, not only did King Luhu withdraw from the battlefield, which reduced the pressure on the Han army on the left flank, but also because the battle has been fought until now, all the Hun soldiers have almost reached a point of disgust and disgust, just look at the four words of countless deserters, not everyone can fight for ten hours in a row on such a tragic battlefield.

Although soon after, King Hutu led 2,000 Hun cavalry from the Hun Evil King to come to their aid, the Han army still withstood their attack.

There is no other reason, the spirit of the Huns has been polished out by the Han army, the two thousand Hun cavalry who rushed from the Hun evil king's department, but also by the soldiers led by Li Tian to play a psychological shadow, even though they have two thousand, but these two thousand people are one by one unintentionally in love, everyone is almost attacking with a perfunctory attitude, the Han army resists them, it is very easy.

At this moment, not only the two thousand Hun cavalry who rushed from the evil king of Hun are like this, but at this moment, all the Huns who are still alive on this battlefield are looking at the sabre in their hands, looking at the corpses at their feet, and the river and sea are turned in their stomachs, and a strong sense of tiredness hits everyone's heart.

All of them didn't pay attention to it, and almost all of them had such a sentence written on their sad faces.

Let's finish the fight, let's go home, tired, too tired, I can't move, I really can't move, please let us go.

The Huns have been beaten by the Han army without fighting spirit, and they are only the last trace away from collapse, rout, and defeat, and this last trace of things is commonly known as the last straw that crushed the camel.

As long as the weight of this grass is sufficient, as long as this grass can be fiercely pressed on these unmotivated Hun troops, then they will definitely have the scene of the whole army fleeing.

Huo Quai, our champion Hou, the opportunity he was waiting for has finally arrived!

.......

The front of the battlefield, that is, the place where the Han army and the king of Zhelan fought.

Zhao Ponu led his soldiers to die here from beginning to end, without taking a step back, in the battlefield of the chaotic army, Zhao Ponu slashed left and right on horseback with a sword, and killed the Hun cavalry rushing in front of him with a knife one after another.

A little farther, you can also see the scene of Qian Mingguang riding a horse and slashing the Huns, and he seems to have become Zhang Taishu, a person, a knife, rushed into more than a dozen Hun cavalry, and opened a killing ring.

It's just that he Qian Mingguang is alone, and he is actually able to fight the dozen or so Hun cavalrymen who are holding their heads and running around, even if his back, right arm, and thigh are all hit by an arrow, even if he is already scarred and covered with terrifying knife wounds, but he is tirelessly killing.

Crazy devil, crazy devil Qian Mingguang, just like I said not long ago, the Huns slashed Qian Mingguang once, and he was cutting back with two or three knives, and it would only be the Huns who fell in the end.

The night was filled, the bonfire was lit, just now, the Huns launched a wave of rockets, igniting the grass in the wilderness, and also illuminating the battlefield, but the night, the firelight, but also those bloody Han soldiers, shining like the devil, the morale of the Huns is getting lower and lower, and the chance of winning is getting bigger and bigger.

"Drive, drive!"

Huo Quzhi, whose face was covered with blood, led the hundreds of soldiers beside him to resist the attack of a wave of Hugh Tu Wang in the rear, and rushed towards the front army non-stop.

In the firelight of the night, the champion Hou held a blood-stained long sword and rushed into the battlefield where Zhao Ponu and the Huns were fighting with his five hundred soldiers.

In the scuffle, the champion Hou on horseback drew the long sword that stabbed into the chest of the Huns in front of him, accompanied by the splash of blood and the fall of the corpse, Huo Quzhi turned his head and looked for the traces of Qian Mingguang in this dim battlefield.

Just before arriving here, he saw that Qian Mingguang was nearby, but the battlefield was too chaotic to find Qian Mingguang at all, and in the end, Huo Quzhi could only shout at the top of his throat.

"Mingguang, take a hundred brothers to the mountain peak that General Li is defending!"

The deafening shouts of killing still sounded in his ears, and soon, a nearby Han army general responded to Huo Qu's illness in a loud voice.

"General, Chubby has gone with someone."

In the chaos of the army, Huo Quzhi waved the long sword in his hand, danced one after another sword flowers, and shouted in his mouth, "Zhou Xing, how is the matter I asked you to investigate?" ”

Zhou Xing, whose face was covered with blood and his armor was torn, killed the Huns on horseback with a sword in one hand, and carried the Huozi flag dancing in the wind in the other, and said loudly.

"General, find out, King Zhelan and King Luhu, who was seriously injured, are resting in the big tent five miles in front of us!"

"Good!" Huo Qubing was overjoyed, and finally found you!

In the next second, in the chaotic battle group, Huo Quzhi's loud roar sounded.

"Where are the eight hundred guards?"

The 800 soldiers who followed Huo Qubing to achieve the first victory in the first battle roared loudly on horseback, "I'll wait!" ”

Huo Quai's long sword pointed straight ahead, "Follow me straight to the big tent of the King of Zhelan and kill the two kings of Zhelan Luhu!" ”

"No!"

Huo Qubing was going to behead the two kings of Zhelan Luhu, it can be expected that as long as he could kill or capture these two people alive, the war would definitely end, but he was just about to pull out his horse and lead people to rush straight to the big tent of Zhelan King and Luhu King, Zhao Ponu, who was frightened by his feat, immediately rushed from afar, and shouted "No!" ”

rushed all the way to Huo Quai, Zhao Ponu tightened the reins of the war horse under his crotch, looking at Huo Quai, who was heroic and fearless, Zhao Ponu hurriedly opened his mouth and persuaded, "No, absolutely not!" ”

Zhao Ponu pointed to the battle group in front of him, "General, look, even if you can break through the Huns in front of you, there are still nearly 3,000 soldiers and horses guarding near the big tent of the second king of Zhelan, and there are less than 500 people left in the eight hundred guards under your command, you take them to kill the second king of Zhelan Luhu, isn't this a moth to the fire and bring about its own destruction, general, you must not be impulsive!" ”

"What a thing!" A long howl sounded.

Huo Qubing on horseback showed the true character of the champion at this moment, "Don't say that they only have 3,000, even if they have 30,000 or 300,000, I Huo Qubing will dare to go!" ”

Huo Qubing was stunned, looking at the Han soldiers who were fighting with the Huns nearby, and looking at the mountain peak that had been burning in the distance, Huo Qubing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "If you don't go, everyone here will die!" In that case, then let me, then let me, the commander of the army, personally make a way for you to survive. ”

"For the sake of the big man, I Huo Qu is sick, although I have no regrets in death!"

"Flag come!"

Huo Quzhi took the Huo-shaped battle flag from Zhou Xing's hand, turned to look at Zhao Ponu, and the champion Hou laughed out loud at this moment.

"Zhao Ponu, you have a good look, as long as this Huo character banner does not fall, it means that my Huo Qubing is still alive, as long as I am not dead, you will not die, and the Han will never be defeated."

Huo Quzhi held the battle flag, turned the horse's head, his face was covered with blood, and he was very embarrassed, but the champion Hou, who was still so brave, raised the long sword in his hand, and chased the front hooves of the BMW under his crotch, and let out an amazing horse neigh.

"Come with me, go straight to the big tent of Zhelanluhu!"

"General.......

Zhao Ponu looked at Huo Quai, who was almost going to die, with tears in his eyes, choked up, and finally he pulled his horse with his sword and rushed to the Huns closest to him in front of him.

"Cover the General!"

Zhao Ponu rushed into the Hun rebellion in front of him with the last few hundred soldiers beside him.

Huo Quzhi held the Huo-character battle flag swaying in the wind, turned his head to look at the most of the injured guards behind him, first smiled faintly, and then held his head high and faced the battle group in front of him.

The sword is in the air, and the battle flag is waving!

"Eight hundred guards, kill with me!"

"Kill!"

The last five hundred guards, with long knives in their hands and horses' hooves raised, followed their generals, and rushed straight to the Hun war group in front, and in an instant turned into a sharp sword, piercing the Huns in front of them, and rushed into the big tent of the two kings of Hexi in the rear.

What a deal!

The simple three words are almost a portrayal of Huo Quai's life, and he will always be the bravest person.