"Let him go back and tell the barbarian king that I will give him ten days to come out and surrender, and respect me as the leader of the barbarians. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Otherwise, I'll attack the city with all my might!" After a few moments, Sanar finally calmed himself down and instructed one of the Commanders. By this time, she had understood that only pure strength could be exchanged for the respect of others.

Family affection, in the face of war, is too insignificant. As a woman, if she wants to gain a foothold in the land of barbarians, she should be even stronger.

But even so, the princess gave them ten days to think about it. However, what she didn't know was that at this moment, Champion Hou's team was ready to go, sharpened their swords and guns, and was about to attack the royal court at night.

It's the fifth watch of the night. The moon sank, the vast canopy of heaven was shrouded in black clouds, and there was only a faint glimmer of starlight in the sky. "Get ......" With the dull sound of horses' hooves constantly sounding, the champion Hou Qin led three thousand Lin Wei to enter Daqingshan from three directions.

"Sting!"

"Sting!"

The vanguard team encountered the barbarian king's patrol in the mountains and forests, and rushed over with lightning speed, and a team of fierce feather forest guard spears stabbed out, directly piercing their bodies. In less than half a burnt of incense, the barbarian patrol was all killed by them. Yu Linwei are all elites, and these people don't even have a chance to warn.

And in the other directions of the attack, almost exactly the same thing is happening. The barbarians have been besieged for more than a month, they can't eat enough to eat, they are frightened day and night, and they have long been exhausted, where are these elite opponents?

The Barbarian Royal Court claimed to have 30,000 barbarian soldiers, but the real combat power was not very strong. The decisive factor in the outcome of a war is always the elite soldiers, not the number of soldiers. A vassal state claims to have 100,000 troops, but its elite troops, 10,000 or 20,000, is considered very remarkable. Back then, Emperor Wu sent troops to attack Moyue Kingdom, claiming to have sent 100,000 troops, and its real combat strength was only 10,000 of Li Huairou.

Except for the elite, the rest of the army are recruits or logistics soldiers, and they are a rabble when they fight. Therefore, it is easy for the three thousand feather Lin Wei of the champion Hou to sweep away the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the royal court. Three thousand is not just too small, but a little too much.

When an elite unit attacks an ordinary team, it is a tiger entering the flock.

When the first rays of the morning sun shone on the barbarian land, the three thousand feathered forest guards had already appeared in the royal court. Under the leadership of several strong men, they killed people when they saw them, and they went on a rampage as if no one was there.

"Run, the demon is coming!" The barbarian people let out a frightened cry when they saw the white feather on his head, and fled frantically without any resistance. Since the beginning of the Barbarian War, Yu Linwei has been invincible in battle. Gradually, Yu Linwei has become synonymous with demons in the hearts of the barbarians. On the princess's side, the champion is the symbol of the god of war.

However, how could the speed of these barbarians flee as fast as that of the Yulinwei riding on a healthy horse? One by one, the members of the Yulinwei rushed over like a gust of wind, and directly used the silver spears in their hands, resulting in their lives.

"Poof!"

A member of the Feather Forest Guard stabbed a barbarian in the heart with a single shot. Then he drew his spear and stabbed at the other man.

"Ka!"

Another member of the Yulin Guard, with a knife in his hand, directly split a barbarian child in half.

......

In the face of these battle-hardened soldiers, human life is no longer human life, and human life is as low as ants. In their eyes, killing people is like killing chickens. A brutal war will break people down at first, and after they get through it, they will make people become demons. Veterans who can survive on the battlefield are murderous demons.

And these veterans are called elite teams. And those ordinary armies, some of them have not even killed anyone.

One hundred thousand ordinary soldiers is not necessarily an opponent of ten thousand elites.

In their minds, the concept of mercy has long been gone, and they cannot even be called a human being, only a war machine, or a killing machine. Of course, there are also beliefs and obsessions in their hearts, that is, to obey the orders of the commander-in-chief, obey the military orders, and regard the commander-in-chief as a brother who was born and died with them.

The commander-in-chief's orders have an even greater effect on them than the divine decree. Therefore, those generals who led the troops to fight had the capital to rebel against the emperor and establish themselves as kings. And many emperors, after they have achieved success, will also do everything possible to weaken the military power of their generals.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the front of the royal court was already a river of blood. Everywhere there were stumps, severed arms, fallen corpses. Some of the yurts were burned, burning with flames, and the smell of blood was mixed with the smell of charred corpses.

Fragrance, indeed fragrance. The smell of scorching human flesh no longer disgusted the elite soldiers. Elite troops do not carry logistics, sometimes travel hundreds of miles a day, and in many cases eating becomes a problem. Most of the time, these troops relied on plundering supplies, and when they couldn't, they ate surplus horses. But war horses are the main combat power, and a certain number must be guaranteed, and when there are no war horses to eat, they are eating people.

When they burned and plundered a village, they had a full meal, and when there were not enough cattle and sheep for dry food, they took human flesh as dry food. At that time, the Marquis of Changping led 10,000 red-blooded iron horsemen to attack the barbarian royal court, and traveled 3,000 miles for a long distance. Three thousand miles of grassland, many places are deserted, and this is how their supplies are obtained.

If you are hungry, you have reached your destination, and you have no combat effectiveness.

Therefore, the 10,000 red-blooded iron horsemen of the Marquis of Changping, like Yu Linwei, are also the division of tigers and wolves, and they are killing machines. They wore masks on their heads, rode sweaty horses, and the soldiers under the masks were all demons.

People can only see the brilliance of the elite troops on the surface, and who can know the horror and hardship behind them?

It didn't take long for the front of the royal court to become a hell on earth. Those barbarian people have basically been killed. Except for the feather forest guard, who was riding on a war horse, covered in blood and standing proudly, there were basically no standing creatures.

"Woooooo

Suddenly, a battle horn sounded. The remnants of the barbarian king's team rushed over under the leadership of several barbarian generals. However, they arrived too late, and by the time they arrived, the entire garrison was in ruins.

There were many barbarian soldiers, and the flames of hatred flashed in their eyes.

Kill!

Champion Hou didn't give any orders at all, and his commander Yu Lin Wei led his army to rush over. Yu Linwei, who was holding a spear in his hand, and the barbarian soldiers with swords on their shoulders were mixed up. And several commanders also clashed with several barbarian generals.

Champion Hou rode alone, riding a white horse on a hill, silently watching the battle. He didn't pay attention to the battle situation at all, because he didn't need to pay attention to it at all. Those barbarian soldiers were no match for Yu Linwei at all, and a few barbarian generals couldn't compete with a few of his commanders. These of his commanders, after his allocation, have already made great progress in cultivation. (To be continued.) )