The Wudi tribe that made a pot of porridge was full of Han Xiao riding and killing, helpless mothers kneeling beside their dead husbands with their children in their arms and crying loudly, and lonely old people on crutches fled in this bloody tribe.

"Brush, brush!" The long knives were raised, and all those dressed in the uniforms of the Hun cavalry were beheaded by the Han army, and the herdsmen with weapons and bows and arrows also fell in pools of blood.

Blood stained the plain tent red, and a headless corpse fell to the green ground, the thick blood irrigating the grass with blood.

For women and children, the old and weak, the Han soldiers did not take action, but there were always some women and children who had lost their relatives in anger and picked up bows, arrows and spears to kill the Han army.

Dealing with those who dared to attack him, the big man rode without mercy, and the halberd was in the air, bringing out a touch of red, and the children and women covered in blood fell to the sky.

The Han cavalry was already very humane, because they would only kill adult men and women and children who rushed towards them, unlike the Huns, who whenever the war started and the Hun cavalry passed through the Han villages, they would only leave behind corpses all over the ground and villages burned by fire.

Among the elite cavalry of the Han Dynasty who have been fighting for many years, there are even people who have seen the bloody scene of a baby whose body has been pierced by a spear, or even a baby who has been cooked in a cauldron, even if it is not enough to repay it with more corpses of the Huns.

Shouting to kill the shocking Wudi tribe, a team of more than 1,000 Hun cavalry finally drove their war horses and waved their swords to rush towards those big Han elite cavalry, and the Wulu tribe barely organized such a group of cavalry after ten minutes after being rushed into the lair by the Han army.

The rest of the people have either been killed by the Han army, or they don't know where they have fled.

But the more than 1,000 Hun cavalry was tragic, in the tribal tents full of fleeing people, as soon as they appeared, they were besieged by the Han army all around, and there were 5,000 Han soldiers surrounding them.

But Rao was like this, and the more than 1,000 Hun cavalry still rushed forward and fought with the big Han cavalry beside him.

"Puff puff." The Wuxu tribe of swords and swords, 5,000 Han soldiers rode to encircle and kill 1,000 Hun cavalry, the result is conceivable, this thousand people are just on the battlefield, how can they be compared with 5,000 veterans who have fought for three or four years, not to mention one to five, even if it is one-on-one, the Hun cavalry has no chance of winning, because they are facing almost the most elite cavalry of the Han Dynasty!

As soon as the battle began, the Hun cavalry, who had been stunned by the surprise attack of the Han army, fell into the realm of confusion to the extreme.

The Han army in front of them is too strong, no, it is a bit outrageous, the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers has always been an important factor that the Huns are proud of, but after the battle, these Hun cavalry found that they have always been proud of the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers and the Han army that can cut off the head of one of their compatriots with a knife in front of them, it is simply a puddle of shit, not to mention that they are still under siege.

The Hun cavalry fell from their horses like wheat, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were killed and wounded.

Gradually, fear appeared in the eyes of these Hun cavalrymen, and at this moment, a loud roar that could rupture people's livers suddenly sounded.

"Lao Tzu is a double-sword general, Zhang Taishu, the Huns are killed!"

Zhang Taishu held his two terrifying broadswords in both hands, shook off the cavalry that followed behind him, one person and one horse, and directly plunged into these Hun cavalry who were still resisting.

"Brush, brush!" Zhang Taishu's hands of the two together reached eighty pounds of broadsword, in the Hun cavalry danced, although surrounded by hundreds of Huns, but Zhang Taishu relied on his own divine power, and two broadswords, actually beat the Huns who surrounded him and cried bitterly, a fierce scene appeared, Zhang Taishu alone hit dozens of Hun cavalry pulled out horses and fled, fierce mess, Huo Quaiao wanted Zhang Taishu, it is estimated that the main reason is because he is too rebellious force.

Think about it, more than 40 pounds of broadsword can smash out of your old blood just by smashing it on your body, not to mention in the hands of Zhang Taishu, a fierce general, often two knives in turn, the Hun cavalry around him fell in pieces, when brave, Zhang Taishu swept through with a knife, and he could bring dozens of heads.

The human head that flew high, the headless body still standing on the war horse, and the tiger general in the center, who was bathed in blood and had an arrogant face, wielding the two terrifying broadswords in his hand.

The Hun cavalry collapsed

Fortunately, at this moment, loud shouts rang out one after another.

"Those who descend will not die, and those who descend will not die!"

The sound of persuasion to surrender sounded one after another, and the first to surrender were those unarmed women, children, old and weak, who knelt on the blood-stained ground one by one tremblingly, and bowed their heads to the Han army.

As for the Hun cavalry who had already cut down half of the people, they also chose to lay down their weapons under this general trend, and Zhang Taishu, who seemed to be descended from heaven, left an indelible psychological shadow on them.

Huo Qubing drove the war horse, accompanied by Zhao Ponu, slowly walked in the Wulu tribe, looking at the Hun people kneeling on the ground, and the Hun cavalry who began to lose their weapons, Huo Qubing smiled slightly.

At this time, the servant who was carrying the blood-stained knife with a few personal soldiers rushed to Huo Quai's body on horseback, and the servant duo stood on the war horse and clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"General, most of the Huns have surrendered, and most of the Hun cavalry have surrendered, but there are still people who are resisting stubbornly, and the leader of the Wulu tribe has fled with more than 100 people taking advantage of the chaos, General Gao Buzhi has organized men and horses to pursue, and General Li Tian is leading the army to besiege and kill those Hun cavalry and herdsmen who are unwilling to surrender."

Huo Quzhi bowed slightly, "Pass the order, no soldier is allowed to kill the Huns, women and children, and those who violate it will be killed!" ”

"No!"

From the launch of the attack, until now, only half an hour has passed, and the Wuyu tribe has collapsed under the devastating offensive of the Han army.

In the country of Wuxi, the overall situation has been decided.

"Kill!" Qian Mingguang, who was full of enthusiasm and vowed to kill the enemy, followed Sun Ming and others into the Wulu tribe, but there was a pity, that is, Sun Ming and Qian Mingguang and others were squeezed in the rear by Zhang Taishu and Gao Buzhi and many soldiers, and they failed to rush into the camp at the first time, and only rushed in five minutes later.

Qian Xiaopang is in the past tense, Qian Mingguang is in the present tense, since the Sui army stepped into the land of Hexi, Qian Mingguang's heart has been holding his breath, he wants to kill the enemy, he wants to make meritorious contributions, he wants to achieve an immortal great cause in the Han Dynasty.

But these are just the bold words he said when he chatted with Sun Ming and them on the surface, in fact, what really made Qian Mingguang move forward bravely came from a strange self-esteem in his heart.

When he went to Longxi with the army, when Qian Mingguang sat and chatted with other Han soldiers, Qian Mingguang always had a strange feeling, that is, sometimes he seemed to be unable to integrate with the soldiers around him, and they chatted about the topic, and he couldn't interject at all.

What are you talking about? Hehe, what else can it be, it's nothing more than those things on the battlefield.

In the army of 10,000, no need to almost, everyone has at least one life in their hands, when they talk about how many Huns they have killed on the battlefield over the years, Qian Mingguang on the side can't say a word, for Qian Mingguang at this age, this feeling is very bad, especially someone once made fun of him, saying that when he really goes to the battlefield in the future, you must not be scared to pee your pants.

Qian Xiaopang will only touch his big belly and smile awkwardly at this kind of words, but Qian Mingguang is different, because Qian Mingguang has a strong self-confidence, but Qian Xiaopang does not, but the tragedy is that until yesterday, someone reminded Qian Mingguang to let him go to the battlefield to be careful, be bold, don't be scared when you see a dead corpse, your legs tremble.

At that time, Qian Mingguang didn't say anything, just clenched his fists secretly, and told himself over and over again in his heart, "I want to kill, I Qian Mingguang wants to kill the Hun barbarians, I want those people to see, will I Qian Mingguang really go to the battlefield and tremble with fear, hum, battlefield, I don't know how many times I have watched it in the movie, what is terrible, dead body?" Isn't it blood, I didn't say anything after I shed so much blood, would I still be afraid of others? ”

Even if Qian Mingguang has lost his fat and childishness, he is still a child, a child who is only eighteen years old.

Battlefield, corpse know why many veterans have battlefield sequelae? It's just that that place is no different from the Asura Hell.

Closely followed by Sun Ming, Qian Mingguang waved the ring head knife in his hand, and rushed into the Wulu tribe full of fleeing people with great excitement, looking at the Hun cavalry who were stubbornly resisting with the Han army in the distance, and then looked at the Xiongnu herdsmen who were being surrounded and killed one by one or the scattered Hun cavalry, Qian Mingguang's heart was extremely excited.

Here, this is here, this is where my Qian someone has made contributions, "Hun barbarian, come on, let you see how powerful my Qian Mingguang is!" ”

"Mingguang, slow down, be careful!" Sun Ming was behind Qian Mingguang, seeing that Qian Mingguang was rushing too fast, Sun Ming couldn't help but remind him loudly, but Qian Mingguang didn't pay attention to him at all, Sun Ming sighed, and took the two of them to follow Qian Mingguang in the Hengchong and Wuyu tribes.

Among the dead corpses everywhere, Qian Mingguang rode his horse all the way, and Qian Mingguang glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then grinned disdainfully, isn't it nothing, isn't it just a corpse with blood on his face

Thinking of the corpse of the Hun cavalry with a bloody face but still open eyes just saw, Qian Mingguang suddenly felt that his appetite was upside down, and the appearance of the dead Hun cavalry began to flash in his mind for a while.

Qian Mingguang gritted his teeth, jumped off the war horse, pinched the root of his thigh fiercely, and cold sweat appeared on his bronzed forehead in an instant.

With the help of pain, Qian Mingguang temporarily forgot about the corpse, and at the same time warned himself over and over again in his heart, "You are not the Qian Xiaopang before, you are Qian Mingguang, this is your first battle, you can't be so ashamed, everyone is looking at you, isn't it a corpse, it's a fart." ”

Under the simple appeasement, Qian Mingguang calmed down, and slowly raised the ring-head knife in his hand, facing the Hun herdsman holding a spear in front of him with an angry face.

The reason why Qian Mingguang jumped off the war horse just now was not only to appease himself, but also to get the first head.

This head is the tall Hun herdsman in front of him, who looks at him angrily.