[[[cp|w:210|h:140|a:c|u:file1.qidian/chapters/20128/30/2443962634819360420780111471374.jpg]]] This is more of a slaughter than a battle!

The ironclad heavy cavalry led by General Xue personally chased and killed the Fusang people, and in a hurry, they opened the other three gates in an attempt to escape.

Who would have thought that this would hasten their demise!

The three battalions of ironclad heavy cavalry, which had long been ambushed outside the gates of the three villages, not only surrounded and annihilated the Fusang people who fled out, but also entered the Fusang camp in one go.

The Fusang army, which is attacked on all sides, has no escape, no way to fight, and there is only one way to die!

In just half an hour, most of the tens of thousands of Fusang troops had been slaughtered, and less than 2,000 remnants were left, hiding in all corners of the camp and shivering.

But the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry did not encounter the slightest resistance, at least in front of the Fusang people's Chinese army tent, there were two or three hundred elite Qiben warriors (Qiben samurai: equivalent to personal soldiers), who protected their main general in the middle and slowly retreated to the outside of the camp. Still relying on the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry to shoot arrows on the periphery, there were constantly Fuso warriors falling, but they did not collapse at all.

Seeing that the enemy had resisted, General Xue, who was far from being addicted to killing, was more interested. ordered the other two battalions to sweep away the remnants of the enemy, and he personally led three battalions of iron cavalry to surround hundreds of banners of warriors. But instead of attacking, he ordered a personal soldier who spoke Fusang to go up and shout.

The pro-soldier stepped forward and shouted loudly in Fusang dialect: "General of Beiyan Town, Governor of Liaodong, and leader of the military department, hereditary British duke, General Xue Wanche is here, and the enemy general comes forward to be named!"

Two or three hundred banner warriors, all armed with swords, glared angrily at the soldier, but they didn't hear the shouting.

After a few moments, the group of flag-bearers suddenly twitched, and then slowly made way for a passage.

A short Fuso man in dark red armor and a dark red ghost mask on his face slowly walked out of the passage, followed by a samurai carrying a spirit banner that resembled a horse seal (horse seal: the general banner of the Fuso people).

The dwarf Fusang man in dark red armor slowly swept his eyes over the hundreds of Northern Yan Iron Horsemen, and finally landed on Xue Wanche, and his eyes suddenly erupted with irrepressible anger.

Glaring at Xue Wanche for a moment, the short Fusang man said indignantly in the Central Plains dialect: "I am the name of the Fusang country, the great name of the Danhou, the commander of the right guard in front of the Emperor of the Gods, the general of the front of the Wenlu expedition to the west, and the Naotai Hirano." On the other side is Beiyan Xue Wanche, Your Excellency the Invincible General Xue?"

General Xue raised his head and laughed: "Haha, Lao Tzu is Xue Wanche! I didn't expect that Lao Tzu, the invincible name of Xue, would actually spread to Fusang Country!"

If you don't even know the name of Xue Invincible, how can I dare to start a war lightly in my great Fusang Empire?" The Fuso general named Naotai Hirano replied angrily: "We have long heard that Your Excellency Xue Invincible General is a hero who has won a hundred battles and has never been defeated in a galloping world!

"Bold!"

"Look for death!"

"I dare to say something crazy, I want to cut you with a thousand knives!"

"I have eaten the gall of an ambitious leopard! I actually slandered my general!"

A group of soldiers and generals, hearing that the person who was about to die, actually dared to slander their own general, and they scolded angrily.

"Shut up to Lao Tzu!" Xue Wanche swept his eyes, shouted, stopped everyone's scolding, and then said: "You Fusang dwarf is a bit interesting, you actually dare to scold Lao Tzu in person, you are really daring! Lao Tzu and ask you, when did Lao Tzu become insidious and despicable?"

"Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the people, a sneak attack in the middle of the night is for the insidious! Before you and I are at war, General Xue led the troops to attack, it is despicable!" Naotai Hirano said angrily.

"Hahaha, joke!" Xue Wanche let out a long laugh, swept the opposite Naotai Hirano with cold eyes, and said with disdain: "You Fusang dwarf, since you know that you know yourself and know that your opponent will win a hundred battles, do you know what it means to be "a soldier is not tired of cheating"? The two armies clashed, and they did everything they could, Lao Tzu led the troops to steal the camp, and you Fusang dwarf was defenseless and deserved to lose! You dwarf himself was negligent, but instead came to blame Lao Tzu for being insidious? Before you and I are at war, Lao Tzu can't fight you first? Don't you just have to wait for you, the dwarf, to attack my Beiyan first? Lao Tzu asked you, before your Fusang people invaded Goryeo, did you send an envoy to inform the Koreans: I, Fusang, am going to attack you Goryeo, you Koreans should be careful and vigilant!"

"This!" Hirano Naotai couldn't answer, but he said stiffly: "No matter what, we won't accept this battle!

"Oh, you dwarf, how do you fight fairly?" Xue Wanche asked with interest.

"I ask to fight one-on-one with His Excellency the General! If I lose, if I don't work with the General, we will all commit suicide! If I win, the General will let us go, and come to the battlefield to divide the battle again, how about it?"

"Haha, you dwarf thinks beautifully!" Xue Wanche laughed, then a cold light flashed in the tiger's eyes, and continued: "But Lao Tzu agreed!"

"General, think twice!"

"General, you can't let the tiger return to the mountain!" The generals standing on Xue Wanche's left and right hurriedly persuaded one after another.

Xue Wanche's eyes widened, and he looked left and right: "What's the matter, I don't have confidence in Lao Tzu, and I'm afraid that Lao Tzu can't beat this short man?"

"How can we not have confidence in the general, but how noble the general is, how can he surrender his identity and fight against this general of the defeated army of Fusang?" a general dressed in Mingguang armor hurriedly bowed down and replied.

Xue Wanche frowned, thought for a moment and said, "In this way, there is some truth!"

As soon as Xue Wanche's words fell, the red-faced Zhang Ba couldn't wait to jump out and said loudly: "General, my old Zhang is willing to fight for the general!"

"The last general is willing to fight for the general!"

"The young general is willing to fight for the general!"

Seeing that someone had started, before Xue Wanche could answer, several generals suddenly jumped out, scrambling to fight for Xue Wanche.

Seeing this, the red-faced Zhang Ba became anxious, and slammed a pair of sledgehammers in his hands, "Bang!" An earth-shattering bang suppressed everyone's voices, and then roared angrily: "Don't fuck me Lao Zhang! If you want to fight, first win the pair of sledgehammers in Lao Zhang's hand!"

When the generals heard this, they immediately died down! Although this red-faced bully, although he is arrogant and domineering, and his temper is even more irritable and irritable, he is born with divine power, and this pair of sledgehammers weighing more than 200 pounds is difficult to find opponents in the pro-military camp!

"Hmph, Zhang Ba, you are really hateful!" Xue Wanche snorted heavily, and said angrily: "Even the opportunity for Lao Tzu to move his muscles and bones must be snatched away by Lao Tzu! But if you dare to lose Lao Tzu's face, don't blame Lao Tzu's military stick for serving!"

"Haha, general, you can take a look! In less than ten rounds, my old Zhang Ding will present the head of this Fusang dwarf!" Seeing that he had seized the opportunity to fight, Zhang Ba was overjoyed.

Seeing that Xue Wanche sent Zhang Ba to fight, a trace of disappointment flashed in Naotai Hirano's small eyes, but he didn't say anything more, pressed his hands on the hilt of the knife on his waist, and slowly walked out of his own phalanx.