A white line plowed into the black-pressed Wuhuan army array.

"Ahh

"O Gods"

"Fight back! Counterattack! ”

The sound was noisy.

But Hu Er, who was already covered with plasma, smiled brightly.

"Hu Er! Hu Er! ”

The nobleman's spear in his hand swept left and right, and there was no enemy in front of him.

The armored cavalry is indifferent and terrible, except to kill is to kill.

The white line fell deeper and deeper in the black press, and then the traces of the white line were filled with black, even so, Hu Er and they still did not stop.

Rain of arrows!

Boom!

On both sides of Wuhuan, countless arrows rained down like waterfalls.

The battle was in an instant, and he had just listened to King Wuhuan's order to reorganize the army, but why in the next second, the enemy had already been killed.

Many of the Wuhuan people didn't have time to react at all.

And those on the outside, at the moment when Zhang Qi's army pressed on them, the tragic casualties had already made them cowardly.

"Sword and shield hand ahead!"

"Javelins, spears, bows and arrows harvest the enemy!"

On the battlefield where hormones are bursting, the crisp female voice is like a lark in winter.

It's just that this lark also brings death.

The wolf cubs, which were completely different from the posture of the grassland battle formation in the outside world, formed a dense battle group, like a boning knife, and began to remove the carrion outside the thigh of Wu Huan.

The general operation of the lawn mower constantly cuts down the Wuhuan people on the periphery.

However, they are few and have little influence.

The two armies that dominated the form of warfare were the Eagle and the Wang Li.

Where is Zhang Qi?

He was not in the battle formation, and the moment the flames of war were ignited, he was the brain of the entire army.

The drummer flag bearer was outside the battlefield, and he found a high point flag bearer beside him, directing the drummers to switch drums.

The two armies are like fishermen pulling nets in a dry pond, and under their drive, the Wuhuan people are like disoriented pond fish that are constantly rushing in one direction.

Circumference is always the best way to play.

No matter how the Wuhuan is reprimanded, under the coercion of life and death, many Wuhuan people retreat in one direction.

"Collect the net!"

Zhang Qi shouted.

The drummers immediately stopped, and then more dense drums rained down from the skin drums.

"Kill !!"

As soon as the drum beat changed, the soldiers of Wang Li's department, who were still in it at the beginning, instantly turned into a bloody sea beast, and three or four months of uninterrupted grassland slaughter raised this group of people into a full war machine.

Cooperate tacitly.

Block the gun and make up the knife.

Short side-pony.

Arm after arm, these guys are intertwined like the most delicate parts of an instrument.

The battlefield began to surround to one side, and the white line that entered the black pressure army formation at the beginning burst out from the end of the military formation, and the splashed blood exploded in mid-air, Hu Er's face was hideous, and he spit out a piece of minced meat in his mouth.

"Hu Er! Hu Er!! ”

The mounted cavalry rushed out of the formation without a moment's pause, and rushed straight out of thousands of meters before turning their horses around with the help of distance.

"Ahh Hu Er!! ”

Turning the horse's body, Hu Er's feet stepped on the stirrups that did not belong to this era, and roared angrily, leading the armored cavalry to rush into the military formation again.

It's another man turning over on his back.

The Wuhuan people began to cry.

It's really crying.

Some Wuhuan people who faced Hu Er and were lucky to survive had snot and tears on their faces.

Are they recruits?

No, the steppe people did not have a new recruit, and since childhood, they have practiced the skills of war on horseback, but the object of practice is cattle and sheep.

But now, it's like they're the cows and the sheep.

No one cares if Zhang Qi's army falls one or two, but one or two of their people fall and dozens or hundreds of people are implicated.

From the very beginning, the war was not antagonistic, Zhang Qi's people were not afraid of death, and even expected death, while Wu Huan, they were afraid of death.

As soon as people die, they are afraid and panic.

The Wuhuan people on horseback were not the infantry of the Han Dynasty, and in the face of the scene of death, they could escape!

So it's messed up, everything is messed up.

No one listens to the orders of hundreds of thousands of people anymore, and every Wuhuan person is working hard for a living.

"Surrender!"

Zhang Qi yelled again.

The flag-bearer around him quickly retreated, and waved the flag to the drummer and trumpeter to persuade him to surrender.

The drums stopped.

The trumpets sounded.

The smoke of gunpowder dispersed, and the armies of the various armies shouted that those who dismounted and knelt on the ground would not die.

No one believed it at first.

But gradually, more and more people believed.

The horses neighed and ran into the distance.

The kneeling man trembled.

The smell of rust is breathless, but these killing gods are like honey.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk.

During this period, he fought in various places, and the scope of the battlefield was stretched by more than ten kilometers.

They fled, we chased, and they could not fly.

There are mounted cavalry, no one can escape, and the time to wait for death is nothing more than the length of time.

Hu Ling collected the captives.

A wise man wants to escape but dies, and a foolish man is credulous but can live.

Blood watered the earth, and the next year the water and grass here will be fatter than elsewhere.

Zhang Qi stepped on the sticky ground and came to the center of the battlefield.

Hu Er smiled like an innocent child who was being touched by Hu Ling's head.

After Zhang Qi arrived, he crawled over again, licked his face and asked Zhang Qi innocently: "Hehe, Junshang, Hu Erli is not powerful, chong chong, hehe." ”

Amused by his appearance, Zhang Qi also touched his head and praised: "Amazing!" I'll make a cake for you when I get home. ”

"Hey, hey, well, Hu Er likes cakes, sweet."

Zhang Qi smiled and looked at Hu Ling: "What are the casualties of the cubs?" ”

Hu Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is not much pressure on our side, and we cooperate tacitly, so there are no casualties." ”

"But Captain Wang's side"

Hu Ling frowned when she heard the familiar clothes and corpses that were all over the ground when she collected the prisoners just now: "Anyway, it's not good, the medical team has all passed, and there must be a lot of casualties." ”

Zhang Qi sighed and nodded, it was inevitable that Wang Li's casualties would be large, or if the eagle's army had also swept the grassland with Zhang Qi, then his casualties would not be small.

Faith is a double-edged sword, it can make people fearless, and another meaning of fearlessness is to embrace death.

"What about the captives?"

Diverting the topic, Zhang Qi asked again.

"More than 1,200 prisoners collected by our department have been handed over to Captain Eagle, and it is roughly estimated that the number of prisoners of war will not be less than 4,000."

"Captain Wang Li has already gone after the deserters with the equipment, and I think there may be more."

"yes. The volume of Wuhuan is much larger than Xianbei, but I don't know if these eight thousand are the headquarters of the royal court or the union of various ministries, I hope it is the union of all departments, otherwise this war will not stop for a while and a half, by the way, what about King Wuhuan? ”

Zhang Qi was very puzzled, why didn't he see King Wuhuan in the deserters, could it be that he was also the same as King Xianbei, so sad?

Hu Ling pointed to the direction Zhang Qi had just walked from, and said with some embarrassment: "That. Your Majesty, that piece of rotten meat over there is King Wuhuan."

Forehead.

(End of chapter)