Within two hours, Wushan and they had already assembled in front of the formation.

Because it is on a horse, Wushan can overlook the barbarians in the distance.

It's a bit far away, and it's not very realistic.

However, some of the barbarians riding on the backs of wild bulls and beasts in the distant enemy formation still gave Wushan a great impact.

"Is that a barbarian?"

Immersion in the battlefield, that primitive, savage, bloodthirsty ...... The atmosphere made Wushan's heart beat faster unconsciously, and the power of qi and blood in his body couldn't help but speed up, and the whole person was excited.

Woo...... Woo...... Woo......

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

The sound of trumpets and war drums suddenly sounded in unison, Wu Shan subconsciously raised his spear, and the thousand-person phalanx behind him shouted in unison.

"Comrades and fellows, walking together. With one heart and one mind, never die. ”

"Comrades and fellows, walking together. With one heart and one mind, never die. ”

“……”

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

“……”

Before Wu Shan could react, he had been shrouded in a layer of blood-red qi and blood power, and he was blood-red from beginning to end.

Similarly, the soldiers behind Wu Shan were also shrouded in a faint blood-red mist, and all of them entered a state of bloodthirsty desire to fight.

"The murderous spirit is a cloud at three o'clock, and the cold sound spreads all night to fight ......"

"The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost and the morning moon. Frost and early moon, the sound of horses' hooves is broken, and the sound of trumpets is ......"

“……”

At the same time, from the general's tent, there was the sound of poetry chanting one after another.

Accompanied by the sound of poetry recitation, words appeared in the heavens and the earth, merging into the bodies of our soldiers.

With the integration of the text, the soldiers all increased their murderous spirit and strength.

Even Wushan on horseback felt that his strength was increasing, and Wushan was confident that he was absolutely powerful at the moment and the existence of the peak of the fourth realm of qi and blood.

"Kill!"

In the tent of the Chinese army's camp, a deep and murderous roar was heard, and the battle began instantly.

Wu Shan held his spear high and led the team to walk in the front of the thousand-person phalanx, supported by small flag officers on the left and right.

At the forefront, the Iron Horsemen of the Alien Beasts on both sides start and start running, accelerating, accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again.

The golden drums sounded in unison, the horns were loud, and the horses were galloping, not afraid of life and death, and they collided with each other.

This situation is like a hurricane, like a tsunami, like a landslide, like a mountain overwhelming the sea...... Wushan's mind and faith were recast at this moment.

When I went to the battlefield, I was not afraid, I did not retreat, and there was only a charge.

Kill the enemy, either you die or I die!

"Ge Laozi, it's all ready!"

"It is my soldiers, who shed only blood and not tears. Kill one, earn one! Kill two, earn a pair"

Wushan, before the battle, shouted his own slogan, although it was so vulgar, but it was closer to the soldiers' cognition and daily life.

Wushan's slogan stabilized the morale of the army and boosted morale.

The thousand-person camp behind Wushan trotted behind Wushan, shouting in unison.

"Kill one, earn one! Kill two, earn a pair"

"Kill one, earn one! Kill two, earn a pair"

“……”

Wushan's spear was raised, like a sharp arrow shot out, his eyes were full of killing energy, and the [Thirteen Styles of Killing Fury] forgot to die.

The blood is surging, the culture is overwhelming, and the running Wushan has a flash of inspiration.

I saw that Wushan's chest was full of Chinese qi, and streams of Wen qi gushed out of Wushan's chest and covered the war horse.

Wushan put the war horse under his crotch, neighed, and his speed increased by three points, and he was much more agile when he ran.

At the forefront, the beast cavalry on both sides had already collided together, and in an instant, people turned on their backs, stumps and broken arms flew sideways, flesh and brains splashed everywhere, and blood flowed into a channel.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Above the sky, among the clouds, silver snakes flashed, thunder and lightning flickered, and thunder fell from the sky, killing the dense barbarians.

At the same time, bursts of strange barbaric whispers resounded in the depths of the barbarian camp, and a black wind blew out of thin air.

The black wind blew away the clouds, extinguished the thunder, and rained countless blades into the Terran camp.

Before the blade fell, a faint cyan enchantment flashed in the Terran lineup, and after blocking the blade, the enchantment disappeared.

……

These, at all, did not affect Wushan, which had already entered the battle.

Bang!

Wushan rode into the dust, and the sudden attack came, the spear was wrapped in gangqi, and Wushan smashed the head of a barbarian who fell off the mount of a strange beast and had two horns on his head.

After such a violent blow, Wushan's momentum was greatly reduced, and he quickly turned his horse's head and launched another charge horizontally towards the next target.

A moment later, the two armies handed over and were strangled in one place, and the scene was chaotic.

On Wushan's side, the deputy general Wei Xuan, plus ten small flag officers, formed a cavalry squad, rushing back and forth to kill the lone barbarians, and at the same time protect their own 1,000 infantry.

Wu Shan was brave, with a spear and a straight shot, with eleven horsemen, he rushed to kill the barbarians who entered our camp.

There were many barbarians who fell into our camp, and some of them even rode strange beasts, rampage among the infantry, and when the giant axe in their hands waved, the soldiers fell one after another.

Wu Shan saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

"Go!"

With a whoosh, Wushan's chest Chinese qi trembled, and [Soul Lock Silk] flew out in response.

The soul locking silk tied the front hooves of a wild bull beast, and the wild bull beast lost its ability to move, and immediately threw out the barbarian on its back.

After the barbarian was thrown away, he fell into the formation of soldiers and was immediately stabbed to death.

Seeing this, Wu Shan's eyes lit up, and he looked in all directions, specifically looking for those barbarians who rode on their mounts and caused great damage to the infantry.

"Wei Xuan, Tie Huai, Jiang Qing, Xue Erwa, protect me from front to back!"

"Yes, General!"

The four of them replied in unison, Wu Shan, holding the reins of the war horse in one hand and carrying the spear upside down in the other, and under the control of Wu Shan, the soul lock silk flew towards another barbarian riding a strange beast and a bull.

Boom!

Another barbarian was thrown away and died in the indiscriminate shooting, and as for the alien beast and the wild bull, he was also stabbed to death by indiscriminate shooting.

……

Because they are not at the forefront, they have not encountered many fish that have slipped through the net in Wushan, and they have not reached the point of being embattled.

Moreover, there is Wushan, a scholar, and the barbarians who entered the camp were quickly killed by everyone.

From the initial panic, to the last Wushan shot, everyone stabbed and killed indiscriminately, and gradually formed a tacit understanding.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Wushan's prestige is getting higher and higher, and everyone's eyes are full of trust and yearning.

Whining...... Whining...... Whining......

At this moment, the horn sounded again through the clouds and the moon.

Bang!

Wu Shan stabbed a male barbarian in the head with a single shot, and looked up in the direction where the horn sound came, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

This was the sound of the horn of retreat, Wu Shan didn't think much about it, turned his horse's head, shouted 'retreat', and then led a group of subordinates to trot back and retreat.

The phalanx of 1,000 people also reacted quickly, turning their heads and tails at extremely fast speeds, following behind Wushan and other eleven horsemen, and retreating in an orderly manner.

Just after Wushan and the others retreated, the corpses of the barbarians and wild beasts that were killed disappeared one by one, and in some places there was not even a trace of blood.

Looking back at Wushan from time to time on the battlefield, countless doubts rose in my heart.