"Kill !!!!"

Wu Nian has changed a horse, the original jujube red horse, which injured his front leg. Now the horse was a black war horse, but the blood almost stained it red.

A war horse is a war horse, even in such a battlefield, it is still docilely controlled by Wu Nian.

The blood on Wu Nian's body is only more than it, not less than it. Five arrows stuck in his chest swayed as he moved.

He was stimulated by this battlefield, and his eyes were red. The horse lance in his hand waved out passionately but numbly and took it back.

Every time he wielded his horse lance, he would inevitably kill a Mengyuan soldier. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, just kill, kill, kill again.

His arm was numb, completely numb. But it doesn't matter, as long as you can survive today, you can win this war.

It doesn't matter if it's swollen after the war.

"Kill !!!" Wu Nian sprayed bloody spittle, roared hard, and the horse lance in his hand swung out, and the sharp spear blade directly slashed and killed the two Mengyuan soldiers, and the two heads rose to the sky, and then rolled down, as if they were watermelons.

"Knock knock!" There was a thumping sound.

The corpse that had lost its head was spurting blood, and then fell to the ground, convulsed for a moment before being silent.

"Kill !!" Wu Nian roared again and rode his horse forward. A lance stabbed a Mengyuan soldier in the chest. The corpse flew backwards, hitting another Mengyuan soldier with a bang.

Wu Nian, who was wearing heavy armor and holding a horse lance, finally lived as he imagined. On the horse and holding the lance, between the vertical and horizontal formations, invincible.

While fighting, Wu Nian also raised his head and looked around, gradually showing a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are fewer and fewer Meng Yuan soldiers.

And of these three or four thousand men and horses, the Han soldiers may have accounted for one-third. These soldiers and horses of the Han people are just an auxiliary role.

In the face of such a fight, some people are frightened, and the soles of their feet are greased.

Although it is the same ancestor, there are always crooked melons and cracked dates.

"I will win this war." The corners of Wu Nian's mouth hooked up a smile, a cold smile. Then he turned his head to look at Jin Huan Mountain.

This Mengyuan Wanhu general, after a battle with him, won or lost. Both sides were scattered by their own men. There was no further fighting.

Jin Huan Mountain killed very fiercely, with a long-handled broadsword, invincible, and there was no enemy under him. But no matter how brave the general is, it will be difficult to change the declining situation.

Jin Huanshan did not lose, but his army lost, only because of insufficient troops.

"Brothers!!!!!!!!!!!" Wu Nian raised the horse lance in his hand, stabbed straight into the sky, and shouted: "Kill Jinhuan Mountain, kill the general of Mengyuan Wanhu." ”

"These undefeated generals of Wanhu, it's time to shed the first drop of blood."

"This glory is ours."

"Kill !!!"

There was a roar, and the sound shook the sky. For a while, the sound of the battle on the battlefield was obscured, and it rumbled into the ears of all the soldiers on both sides of the war.

After a moment of silence, the reactions of both sides were very different.

Already stimulated by the murderous aura, the soldiers of Wu Nianjun were suddenly like beasts, full of beastly desire. Their eyes stared at the front, and the murderous aura leaked out, as if they had turned into something substantial.

That's right.

Meng Yuan and the state of Chu have been competing for many years. The command of the Chu State caused countless casualties, but the generals of Mengyuan Wanhu only had old generals, and there were no generals who were damaged in battle.

Now and now, it's time for Meng Yuan's ten thousand generals to shed the first drop of blood.

"Kill !!!" All the Wu Nian soldiers searched for the only remaining physical strength in their bodies, and Huo Ran burst out with a powerful explosive force, killing the Mengyuan soldiers who were still fighting.

And the Mengyuan soldiers were terrified.

They want to kill our general?

Has it come to this?

"Kill !!!" With the temporary distraction of the Mengyuan soldiers, the morale of the soldiers of Wu Nian was greatly boosted. Wu Nianjun made great strides forward, and with it came the fallen Mengyuan soldiers in pieces.

It's not that the Mengyuan soldiers have weakened, but that their numbers have decreased.

There are not many soldiers, but the phrase elite, sometimes it is not necessarily accurate.

The situation on the battlefield has been reversed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!! "Jin Huan Mountain is indeed brave and good at fighting, worthy of the name of the general of ten thousand households, holding a long-handled broadsword, fighting frantically.

But killing, killing, but killing.

There is a Wu Nian soldier who died, and there are two more to make up, and three to make up. All the soldiers of Wu Nian wanted to stab this Meng Yuan Wanhu to death.

"General, let's go. If you don't leave, it's too late. ”

"yes. Checkmate. If we don't leave, we'll be surrounded. ”

"Time is running out, General."

The personal soldiers around Jin Huanshan were the most elite and loyal, and when they saw that the situation was wrong, they hurriedly persuaded Jin Huanshan.

But Jin Huanshan was already crazy, and the pride in his heart did not allow him to retreat. He had a pair of red eyes and roared angrily: "In this world, there is no defeated General Meng Yuan. ”

"Wu Nian used tricks to kill my soldiers, and I still have a reason to prevaricate."

"Now in this situation, I have been defeated head-on. I might as well die here if I fled in such a hurry. ”

Jin Huanshan's will is very resolute.

If you are doomed to defeat, it is better to flee than to die.

But his pro-soldiers didn't give him a chance to die here, and after dozens of pro-soldiers looked at each other, they actually rushed up, hugged Jin Huan Mountain, and dragged him off the horse.

"Let go, let go of my !!" Jin Huanshan has been fighting for a long time, and his strength is weak, and his personal soldiers are strong one by one. No matter how hard he struggled, he really couldn't break free, and he was dragged away quickly.

And with the departure of Jin Huanshan, the final word was made, and the overall situation was decided.

The flag bearer did not retreat, because if he lost the banner, he would definitely be beheaded when he returned.

"Kill !!!" A hundred households excitedly stabbed the rider to death with a spear, and then bent down to pick up the "gold" flag, and laughed: "Hahahaha." The flag is mine. ”

With the fall of Jinhuan Mountain, with the fall of the banner. The Mengyuan people collapsed further and fled in all directions.

The original Han soldiers of 10,000 households ran almost away. For a time, the Mengyuan people were defeated.

"Kill it. Try to kill as many Mengyuan people as you can see!! Wu Nian wanted to pursue, but found that his arm was sore and swollen, and he barely held the horse lance without making a fool of himself.

Damn, how many times did I swing the lance and how many people did I kill?

But it's all worth it.

A smile appeared on Wu Nian's face, and then he shouted, "Wang Gui." ”

"General." Wang Gui, who was covered in blood, touched the blood stains on his face, and limped in front of Wu Nian.

"Hurt?" Wu Nian frowned and asked with concern.

"There was a bit of a problem with the leg, but it was fine." Wang Gui raised his head and said with a smile on his face.

"Okay." Wu Nian put his mind at ease, and then ordered: "Immediately organize the people in the rear, rescue the wounded, and peel off the armor and weapons of the dead." ”

"Yes." Wang Gui said yes loudly, turned around and went down.

Wu Nian took a deep breath, reluctantly handed over the horse lance to his own soldiers, turned over and dismounted, and almost fell down after a stumble. He shook his head at the soldier who wanted to come and support him, sat on the corpse of a Mengyuan soldier, and let out a long breath.

"Win!"

"This is my soldier."

"Soldiers of Fort Northhill."

"It's not a worthy Mengyuan soldier."