The shouts of killing in the wilderness were already deafening, the swords and spears were clashing, the arrows were flying indiscriminately, and the barefoot barbarians were forced to enter hand-to-hand combat with the heavily armed Wuping army, and the decline was already showing but there was no intention of defeat.

When Luo Erhu led the soldiers to kill in the middle of the battle, when he was in chaos, he saw several barbarian generals in the distance waving their hands, and the barbarians immediately made a surprising move, and out of nowhere, they each found a pack of something similar to medicinal powder.

In front of the soldiers of the Wuping Army, he poured the medicinal powder into his mouth and swallowed it raw, and then took out a cloth bag from his waist again, with a gloomy look on his face, and cut the cloth bag with the sword in his hand.

In an instant, thick cyan smoke began to emerge from these small purses, and with the whistling of the north wind in the wilderness, it spread out and quickly enveloped the entire battlefield.

The soldiers of the Wuping Army only continued to fight at this time, where had they seen such a scene?

Just when he was confused, he was caught off guard, and these thick cyan smoke had been mixed with random blood mist that spread everywhere, making the surrounding air filthy and smelling strange and indescribable.

Being in the smoke, Luo Erhu and the soldiers around him quickly reacted, their bodies were faintly uncontrollable, their limbs began to fall into a state of numbness and stiffness, their eyes actually burned violently, and their nostrils seemed to be unable to breathe, so they could only subconsciously open their mouths and gasp for breath.

Although the wind in the morning was not strong, it was still deadly, the barbarians released a poisonous miasma close to their bodies, and there was no forest around them, and the thick cyan miasma was only shrouded for a short time, and many Wuping soldiers were difficult to support, and began to fall down one by one with blue faces, and they all burst into blood, their bodies stiffened, their eyes gradually hollowed, and the blood foam sprayed out involuntarily, and at the same time, the heart was like a thousand insects biting, obviously extremely painful but unable to make any sound.

Such a chilling scene appeared in front of him, the soldiers beside him fell one after another, Luo Erhu found that his casualties were getting bigger and bigger, and hurriedly shouted the order to retreat, but when he turned back, he saw an even more desperate scene.

Now it's not just the surrounding battlefield, the arrows shot by the barbarians earlier are also carrying poison sacs, those arrows flew over a distance of more than 100 steps, hitting the flesh, armor, and grass, one by one the poison sacs burst, and the smoke has dispersed, so that the infantry formation of the Wuping Army that fell behind was also surrounded by a thick cyan poisonous miasma, and when the light cavalry broke through the barbarian array, most of them had already lost their combat effectiveness, bleeding from their mouths and noses and struggling, and almost none of them survived.

Seeing the heavy casualties of the soldiers of the Wuping Army, the situation suddenly reversed, and the barbarians showed a frightened look when they were in sight of victory, after all, almost all of them had never seen a poisonous miasma attack before, so tragic was really unimaginable, and they couldn't help but feel secretly glad in their hearts, if they didn't take the antidote in advance, they were afraid that they would hurt themselves, and their deaths would be as cruel as these Tang Army.

I don't know if it was difficult to recover from the shock, or if the poisonous miasma was uncontrollable, Luo Erhu opened his mouth and scolded angrily a few times, and after struggling to cut down a barrage of brutes, he stood straight in place like a wood wither, his five fingers were already stiff, but he struggled to clasp the spear to the ground, trying to support it.

And seeing that Wuping's soldiers and horses had collapsed, how could the barbarians let go of such an excellent opportunity?

All the barbarians began to move, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands as if they were about to charge, and several barbarian generals also stomped at everything around them, but when they looked at the few soldiers of the Wuping Army left around the battlefield, their faces instantly became gloomy.

Although the corpses of the robes were already lying at their feet, the soldiers of the Wuping Army always gritted their teeth, and like the main general Luo Erhu, they struggled to stand with their blades against the ground, they were already covered with blood and delirium, and they were clearly unable to continue fighting, but there was still unyielding hatred in their cloudy eyes.

In the eyes of the barbarian generals, although they secretly admired this scene, there were still broken battle flags with the word "Tang" standing behind them, which were still gently fluttering in the thick cyan miasma, which was simply a silent mockery.

After a while, as several barbarian generals shouted orders, the barbarians began to shout and charge forward, these naked and barefoot swarming figures, together with the faces tattooed with strange pictures, in the thick cyan smoke as if a ghost, towards the Wuping soldiers who had lost their combat power, the straight blades that did not fall to the ground swept by, and those who had fallen to the ground made up a few more knives, this scene was very terrifying, and the places where the barbarians passed were all covered with blood.

Finally, several barbarian soldiers quickly approached cautiously with their knives, and at a glance they saw Luo Erhu in the general's attire, with a look of surprise and smugness on his face, his eyes full of blood and red muscles, and he cursed endlessly in brute language.

The danger has come, Luo Erhu, who still has a trace of consciousness, although he endures all kinds of pain at the moment, but the corners of his mouth show a desperate smile like self-deprecation, this man who has always been upright and stubborn has the idea of killing himself for the first time, and the saddest thing is that he found that his arms have long lost their strength, and at this time he can't even move the spear in his hand, not to mention pulling a few pads before he dies, and even self-cutting is helpless.

Damn, how did I die so badly! Big brother, it's all me who hurt my brothers...... You will avenge me......

Seeing that the brute soldier in front of him had raised his blade with a fierce face, Luo Erhu had one last thought in his mind, and then closed his eyes weakly. A few muddy tears were mixed with blood, slowly flowing over the black man's face, and his heart was not afraid of death, but infinite remorse and despair, and at the same time, scenes of the past began to flash inexplicably in his mind, and people who were worried about him in his heart......

The main general Luo Erhu was about to be killed by the neck, and more than a dozen Wuping soldiers behind him were full of blood and tears and compassion in their hearts, but they were powerless to step forward to stop them, so they could only struggle and shout in their mouths: "Luo, Luo Du envoy...... Let's go, let's go......"

Hearing that these soldiers of the Wuping Army could still make a sound, the barbarians suddenly shifted their targets, hurriedly crossed Luo Erhu, and after a few muttering brute curses, they ran a few steps and waved a few cold rays, and slashed at the necks of the soldiers, instantly spurting more than ten blood injections, and after cutting off their heads, they still seemed to be unrelieved of their hatred, and wantonly scratched a few knives on the corpse, until the flesh and blood mold lake was kicked down.

Luo Erhu no longer had the strength to turn around at this time, but when he heard the sound of "poof" flesh and blood breaking behind him, he knew in his heart that these soldiers had sacrificed their lives for the country, and he was full of grief in his heart, but only his eyes could barely control it, and then he struggled to stare at the blood-red eyes, waiting for the last moment to come.

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