And how many more Hun warriors? How long can you keep swinging the knife?

These chaotic thoughts made Bao Lou Qutang shudder for no reason.

He jerked his head up and saw a long knife slashing down from above, with a devilish howl.

The Hun warrior on his right stepped forward, and the horizontal knife held the knife, but the two knives intersected, and the Qin army's scimitar shook slightly and broke.

The Hun warrior lifted the war horse, and as the horse's hooves fell, he took advantage of his strength to cut it again, and split the head of the Qin army into two pieces from the center with one sword.

That man was one of the ten commanders.

But now he is indeed pale, and there are scars on many places on his body, and blood flows out of them.

It was already dark.

The moonlight is getting weaker and weaker, and the dawn is about to bloom.

The commander pulled up the Baht Lou Qutang and asked slightly anxiously, "Wang, why haven't our reinforcements arrived yet?" ”

But looking at the bitter face of Bao Lou Qutang in the moonlight, he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

But he was no longer allowed to think about anything.

The tidal Qin army had already pounced, and the commander of the thousand men stepped forward with a low roar, slashed at the base of the neck of a Qin soldier with a knife, and pressed it with all his strength with both hands holding the knife!

The beastly unwillingness and fury enveloped Bah Lou Qutang's heart, and he rushed forward against the blade of the Qin army.

The moment the knife slashed at his shoulder, he raised his hand and grabbed the wrist of the Qin army, locked the long knife, and then his broken scimitar cut through the arc of slaughter in the air, cutting off the hand holding the knife.

Bah Lou Qutang took another step and pierced the scimitar through the lower abdomen of the Qin army with all his might.

It seems that with death and blood, the bloodthirstiness and fighting spirit in the hearts of the Hun warriors have been completely activated.

There were thousands of them, and under the struggle to slash and kill, the Qin army formation, which was originally able to besiege them, was actually pulled out of a ravine by them at this moment!

And Han Chongyan's face really didn't have any panic.

Today, the Qin army has lost less than 1,000 people, and the Xiongnu have more than three times as many casualties!

The Hun army, which already had less than 9,000 people left, is now less than 5,000 people left!

However, at this moment, in one direction, the roar of horses suddenly sounded.

Many Hun warriors thought that reinforcements had arrived, and looked up in surprise.

But what greeted them was Senhan's long knife!

The trapped camp led by Wang Ben appeared on the battlefield like a ghost at this moment!

No one found out when they appeared, but by the time they did, the long knife had already swept through their necks.

"Trap the camp, kill!" Wang Ben roared angrily and rushed into the battlefield.

At this moment, Baht Lou Qutang's complexion changed instantly.

He never thought that it would be the Emperor of Great Qin who appeared here, trapped in the camp!

The emergence of the trapped camp is like the incarnation of divine power.

The Hun soldiers were already tired, and there was almost no resistance in front of the elite and no attrition trap camp!

Like the Grim Reaper, wherever he passes, the lives of the Huns will be ruthlessly harvested!

Wang Ben's long-suppressed fighting spirit was fully released at this moment.

The long knife in his hand ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Hun army!

"Kill!" Han Chongyan burst into tears.

The general who led the army should have sat in the camp and commanded from afar.

But he, for the glory of the empire, for his own glory, how could he want to be behind the army!

Han Chongyan had already made a good deployment, this battle was a battle that the Qin army expected, and it was also a battle that did his best!

The armor on his body was already stained with blood.

Now Bah Lou Qutang, he no longer feels tired, nor can he feel the pain of the wound on his shoulder, he can't tell whether the blood on his body is his own or the enemy's, he no longer thinks when the strength of this army will be exhausted, he thinks that this is the survival rule of their Hun warriors: as long as they live, continue to wield the knife!

As long as the last man is alive on the battlefield, this army is not dead!

I don't know how long it took.

The glimmer of dawn has sprinkled over the entire grassland.

And now, the roar of the Huns is extremely weak.

Baha Lou Qutang plunged the long knife that had been slashed to the point of blunt into the lawn, and fell to one knee weakly.

His eyes were surging with murderous intent, but now, there was no strength left to support him to continue fighting.

The Hun warriors were almost completely slaughtered.

And the Qin army, the fighting spirit is getting higher and higher, and the killing is becoming more and more decisive.

Bah Lou Qutang slowly raised his head, looking at the light that appeared in the distant sky, and a little smile slowly appeared on his chapped lips.

If they die like this, their honor will be trampled under the feet of the Qin army.

Watch as those Hun warriors fall one by one and be trampled. Those valiant warriors, their bones shattered and blood flowing, few people will remember their names, even if the Huns won the final victory in this war.

The huge anger was biting at Baht Lou Qutang's heart like snake venom, and the feeling he had never felt before surrounded him, and he couldn't help but roar, causing Qin Jun to turn to ashes in his roar.

Stompe!

The sound of horses' hooves, approaching.

Long knives are swung and blood is splattered!

Blood splashes brilliant colors in the air, just like a painter likes to splash danqing on white silk to paint, beautiful, empty, and sad.

The headless corpse fell, and the last Hun warrior was killed by Han Chongyan!

The sound of fighting has completely disappeared.

The exhausted Qin army collapsed on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.

Almost greedily breathing the air of life.

The corpses of the Huns were all over the ground.

The Huns did not flee, but all died before their glory.

And next, Daqin, will set foot in their glory!

The sun is rising.

"Trimming!"

An impassioned military order sounded.

Han Chongyan sat on the white horse, and his body was already stained with blood.

On his shoulders, there were two arrows.

The Huns' cavalry and archery are well deserved, and even he was hit by two arrows.

If it hadn't been for the dodge in time, maybe Han Chongyan would have been killed directly.

Han Chongyan looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at Juxu Mountain not far away, wanting to laugh, but as soon as the corners of his mouth pulled, a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from his body.

But this kind of pain does not bring pain, but pleasure!

A kind of depressed expression!

From today on, Han Chongyan's name will be engraved in the hearts of the Qin army and the Huns!

This figure like a god of war, in this war, with the ability of a god to take this war without suspense!

The ratio of casualties between the Qin army and the Xiongnu reached a terrifying one to four!

The Xiongnu were close to 9,000 troops, but in the end, the casualties of Great Qin were less than 2,000!

Han Chongyan will be a rising star in Great Qin!

……

Rumble!

At the foot of Juxu Mountain, the camp wall of the Xiongnu camp was knocked down with a bang.

A group of Qin troops marched side by side.

In their hands, the long knives and spears shimmered with a blinding cold light.

Han Xin walked out of the tent.

He looked at the vast grassland, and finally at this moment, he smiled.

Swish!

The Qin sword at his waist was pulled out and held high above his head.

A somewhat majestic voice resounded throughout the camp.

"From now on, I am the only one Daqin!"