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With cold and indifferent eyes and crisp and neat movements, Zi Xiaowei is not like a soldier in the mortal world, but more like a law enforcer in the human world sent by the heavens.

Their ruthlessness and strength planted in the hearts of the Hun soldiers was a seed of fear, and this seed would grow bigger and bigger with the passage of time, and gradually spread out......

The screams, shouts, and fighting were chaotic and noisy, and the sky was still blue, but the land was already soaked in endless blood.

The Hun army was like a headless ant fleeing in panic, and the Wuji soldiers were orderly divided into troops to chase and kill.

The army of more than 300,000 Huns completely collapsed in an instant, except for the thousands of cavalry in the middle.

Far from fleeing like their companions, the cavalry became more poised and stood firmly on their horses, their eyes reflecting a resolute determination in the face of death.

They were all Umon's guards and horsemen, and they were from the same tribe as Umon.

Now the Lord wants to die with the enemy to defend the dignity of the Huns!

How can they forsake their own lord?

The Huns may have people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but the Tawu tribe has no bad seeds!

The Xiongnu army has been defeated, and the task of pursuit is completed by the main force of the Wuji Army and Guan Yu's cavalry;

Jing Si and Zhang Fei took three thousand Zixiao guards to the very center of the quiet original Xiongnu army.

Zhang Fei glanced at the Hun cavalry with a strange look on his face, and then looked at Jing Jing Si and smiled:

"These cavalry are extraordinary, and I think it has something to do with the Hun general on the high platform.

Why don't you let me go and persuade me to surrender? ”

Jing Si shook his head slowly, and said solemnly: "No need. These people have made up their minds to die, and no matter how much they persuade them to surrender, it is useless. ”

Zhang Fei didn't question it, he also saw the meaning in the eyes of those Hun soldiers.

At this time, Xi Zhicai also came to the field under the escort of a group of purple guards.

After looking at the situation in the scene, Xi Zhicai shook his head regretfully, and then looked at Jing Jing and said:

"Lord Anjun, these Huns have made up their minds to die, why don't they be shot by the stormy ballista."

Jing Si frowned slightly, shook his head and said: "They are all real warriors, for warriors, if they attack and kill in this way, it is a bit despicable."

Warriors of the world, regardless of their origins, deserve respect!

A certain commander Zixiao Wei gave them a ride! This is the courtesy they deserve. ”

Xi Zhicai's face changed slightly, and he said with some displeasure:

"Lord Anjun's words are true, but every soldier of my Wuji Army is very precious, how can there be no meaningless sacrifice because of a momentary will?

Zi Xiaowei is brave and fierce, but against such a person who sees death as home, there will definitely be casualties!

Zixiao Wei is the flesh of the lord's heart, if it is meaningless to lose, how can the lord of the army of An take the bus to the lord?! ”

Jing Siyan's expression changed for a while, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said firmly:

"There should be no mercy on the battlefield, this is a very clear principle;

But respect for the warrior is not kindness, it is the glory of the warrior, and it must be upheld!

A certain is also very clear about Zi Xiaowei's position in the heart of the lord, after this battle, no matter whether Zi Xiaowei has casualties or not, a certain will ask the lord for guilt! ”

Xi Zhicai couldn't help but stagnate, seeing that Jing Si's expression was firm, he knew that it was useless to persuade again, so he had to sigh secretly and stop talking.

On the high platform, Wumeng's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

glanced at Zi Xiaowei, who was standing quietly in the distance, with a complicated look in his eyes.

It was this army, if it weren't for them, how could his Hun army be so easily defeated?

It is said that he should hate it very much, but at this time, he can't afford to have much hatred.

One is that the difference in strength is too large, and the strength of the other party is not at all comparable to their Hun cavalry;

Second, the other party has shown a fair duel, which is a sign of respect for him and his soldiers.

They could have used those horrific ballistae to shoot them easily, but they didn't, and that alone made him feel resentful.

Slowly stepping off the high platform, and riding his horse to the front of the formation, Wumeng punched his left chest, and bowed his head slightly towards the iron cavalry under his command of more than 5,000.

There was gratitude, relief, and sadness in his eyes.

More than 5,000 Hun iron horsemen also raised their right hands in unison, and then punched their hearts fiercely, and bowed their heads deeply.

There were no words, no chanting, but their momentum was calm and sharp.

The Zixiao Guard army on the opposite side was still silent, but there was a slight look of appreciation in their eyes.

There was no drum to give orders, and there was no shouting to kill, and the two armies suddenly launched at the same time with great tacit understanding.

Under the instigation of the war horse, it changed from running to trotting, and then from trotting to fast running, until it evolved into the speed of sprinting.

Closer, closer, closer, Umeng rushed to the forefront, his eyes staring closely at the quiet thoughts who were also running at the forefront.

Both hands firmly grasped the scimitar in their hands, and the muscles of both arms bulged and bulged.

He knew that he didn't have the slightest chance of winning, and he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to hold up a round;

But he was fearless at this time, he just wanted to face this most powerful enemy in his life with full glory!

"Kill!"

At the moment when he was about to fight with Quiet Thought, Umon suddenly roared loudly.

He needed to cheer himself up, and at the same time, he wanted to leave a trace of the last sound in this world.

"Kill!"

The Hun iron cavalry behind Wumeng also roared in unison, and in the rapid bumps of the war horse, the scimitar in his hand rose and fell from time to time.

The two armies collided violently, and Umon did not get any unexpected surprises, and even the scimitar in his hand was smashed off his horse before he could fight the iron lance of Quiet Thought.

Jin Ge struck each other, and the muffled sound continued.

From time to time, people are cut off their horses and trampled into meat sauce by the horses that follow them.

Zi Xiaowei felt a deeper pressure than the previous army of hundreds of thousands.

These Hun cavalry did not have the slightest defensive posture at all, and they all fought with red eyes and ended up together.

Although the cooperation between the Zixiao Guards was incomparably tacit, and the tactics between the small formations were also incomparably excellent, as time passed, there were still casualties.

At one staggered pass, there were only more than 1,000 iron horsemen left on the Xiongnu side, and although the Zixiao Wei side seemed to have few losses in numbers, in fact, dozens of people also fell.

Stopped the war horse and slowly turned around, most of the surviving Hun cavalry were wounded.

The light one only had a scar on his body, but the heavy one lost an arm.

Blood gushed out, but no one cared.

Most of the comrades beside him have disappeared, and even the main general has disappeared, and no one knows where his body is;

With such a fierce confrontation, I'm afraid his corpse has already been trampled into meat sauce like those companions, right?

The golden sun was in the sky, but this world was suddenly shrouded in a bleak atmosphere.

It was supposed to be a magnificent formation of more than a thousand cavalry, but at this moment, it seemed a little sluggish.

There was respect in the eyes of the Zixiao guards, but there was also a cold killing intent in them.

After the round of confrontation just now, the siblings next to him were actually pounced by the opponent's jumping horse more than a dozen people!

If you enter my Zixiaowei, you are my own sibling!

Whoever insults the Lord, kill!

Traitor, kill!

Sibling killers, kill!

Now, their siblings are so aggrieved and warlike, how can they not be angry?

"Kill!"

A cold shout suddenly rose from the ground, as if a thunderclap sounded in the muffled sky.

This was the first time that Zi Xiaowei had spoken out on the battlefield, which represented their furious mood.

Jing Si's eyelids jumped slightly, and there was also a trace of guilt in his heart.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, and regret is useless.

And he didn't regret it, he just felt ashamed of those sacrificed Zixiao Guards.

The two armies collided again, but after this time, no one in the Hun army survived.

At the end of the battle, the wounded soldiers and civilians guarding the pass began to go out to clean the battlefield.

Standing silently, Zhang Fei wanted to step forward to persuade him, but in the end he stopped with a sigh.

"I, Zixiaowei, killed seventeen people in the previous battle that disrupted the Hun army, and this time I killed five thousand Hun elite cavalry and lost a total of thirty-six people!"

A Zixiaowei young general looked indifferent and hugged his fist towards Xi Zhicai.

The corners of Xi Zhicai's mouth twitched slightly, glanced at the quiet thought who didn't seem to have the slightest reaction, shook his head and sighed:

"Gather their bones, and when we return to the Valley of Infinity, we can bury them alive."

"No!"

It was nearly dusk, and the Wuji Army in charge of the pursuit all returned one after another, and the results of this battle were also preliminarily counted.

"In this battle to defend Wuji City, our Wuji Army killed a total of 36,712 people, 3,567 people were seriously disabled, more than 57,000 people were slightly injured, and only more than 40,000 people were still intact.

Among them, Zixiaowei killed 53 people, none were seriously disabled, and more than 300 people were slightly injured;

One hundred and thirty-four people were killed in the battle, none were seriously disabled, and nearly 1,000 were lightly wounded.

In this battle, our Wuji Army can be said to have suffered great injuries and losses, but the results were also extremely rich.

The army of more than 2 million Inhumans was defeated, and the 45th army of the Xiongnu killed nearly 200,000, captured 150,000, and fled more than 100,000.

more than 100,000 war horses were captured, of which nearly 70,000 could still be used as military horses;

Countless weapons and equipment were seized, including 12 copies of the primary internal strength method, one intermediate internal strength method, and one advanced internal strength method.

The primary internal strength method will be given to the outstanding Zixiao Wei according to the master's instructions, and the intermediate and advanced internal strength heart methods will be left to the lord to arrange in person.

The success of this battle, the drama had already sent a letter to inform the lord; The detailed results of this battle will also be reported to the lord later. ”

Ram Wangshu and the others nodded heavily, the danger of Wuji City has been solved, but the price is really heavy.

At this moment, a figure wrapped in a lot of white cloth appeared in the hall.

"How long have I been asleep? How does it feel as if something big has happened? What about the lord? I want to see my lord. ”

Everyone was immediately overjoyed, and Xi Zhicai jumped up and said with a smile: "Fuhu, you have finally woken up!"

I will tell you more about what has happened in the past few days, but the lord is not here, and he has instructed you to heal your wounds and go to see him again, otherwise he will be displeased. (To be continued.) )