Three Kingdoms: Jiuyuan Tiger

Chapter 2 Bingzhou Flying General
Guanghe five years, and the state border.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and the dust was flying.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes was getting closer, and the sound of killing and strange screams from a distance became more and more clear, and even the ground under their feet began to tremble uncomfortably.

One is nine feet tall, with a halberd drawn by Fang Tian in his palm, and a vermilion horse under his crotch, staring at the front with piercing eyes.

Looking from a distance, this will be a group of people and horses, like a group of scorching flames, with a terrifying momentum!

The sound of horseshoes became louder, and the soldiers behind this general could already see the menacing Huns cavalry.

"General, order to release arrows?"

"Wait!"

"General, order the attack?"

"wait!"

The iron cavalry of the foreign race swept in, and there were only a few hundred feet away from this general.

This will still look unchanged, staring at the enemy.

When they were more than a hundred feet away, the general waved his hands fiercely and ordered: "Let go!"

Following this order, the well-trained archers behind him quickly shot the arrows that had been prepared for a long time.

The sound of the arrow piercing through the air sounded, and the black arrow shot fiercely at the oncoming Hun cavalry.

The Huns cavalry were turned over by those who were shot by the arrows, and the screams and the wailing of the horses resounded in this world in an instant.

Many Hun cavalry were just shot off their horses, and there was no danger of their lives, but they were ruthlessly crushed into meat by the horseshoes of their compatriots.

After a few waves of arrows, the Huns cavalry continued to attack with strange screams.

The Xiongnu cavalry who came screaming, at this time, the distance from this general is only a few tens of feet.

"Get up and reject the horse!"

With an order, the soldiers behind the general lined up their carbine-rejecting guns in front of the army array at lightning speed according to the method they had practiced many times.

The cold light of the gun tip almost blinded the Hun cavalrymen.

They desperately wanted to stop the war horse, and if they hit it, they would die!
But at this time, there was no time to rein in the horse, and the Hun cavalry rushing to the front bumped into the carbine repelling gun with a look of despair!
In an instant, the Hun cavalry turned their backs, and the Hun soldiers who were overturned by the horses closed their eyes in despair.

Because behind them, there are countless iron hooves!
The Huns cavalry in the back grabbed their horses desperately, trying to slow down the speed of the front and stop their advance.

But this war horse moving at high speed is not something they can stop if they want to!

The Xiongnu cavalry who were overturned to the ground were killed by countless iron hooves in a blink of an eye, and not even a whole body fell.

The formation of the Huns cavalry was in disarray, and people were in a state of panic.

Seeing this, he waved his big hand: "Trapped into the camp!"

A general behind him shouted loudly: "Ambition to fall into battle!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "There is death, but there is no life!"

After all, three hundred elite soldiers, holding shields in one hand and knives in the other, blatantly killed the Huns cavalry.

It is a taboo for military strategists to fight infantry against cavalry, but the situation on the battlefield at this time is completely reversed.

The elite soldiers with swords and shields harvested the lives of the Hun cavalry like chopping melons and vegetables, and the battle situation showed an overwhelming situation.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke and dust rose from the flanks of the Huns cavalry, and the young general in charge stared wide-eyed, brandishing a big knife in his hand, and charged into the formation of the Huns.

As the young general and the cavalry behind him joined the battle group, the situation of the Huns became even worse.

There are three hundred camp soldiers in the front, and five hundred elite cavalry in the back. They can't escape even if they put their wings on!
At this moment, their most desperate thing happened.

The enemy general at the head slapped his horse with a halberd and charged straight into the chaotic Huns army formation.

I saw a painted halberd opening and closing like a dragon coming out of an abyss, as if it wanted to crush the enemy in front of it with the power of thunder.

It will collapse at the touch of a finger!This is the true portrayal of this Hun cavalry!

The joining of this general officially issued a death notice for this Hun cavalry.

"Mighty, will win!"

The soldiers behind this general saw the incomparably powerful figure of their own general, and they all raised their weapons and shouted loudly to cheer for him.

He swung Fang Tian's painted halberd, one halberd after another, and cut countless Hun cavalry in two.

He regarded the enemy in front of him as nothing, and a group of Xiongnu cavalry who beat him cried for their father and mother, and fled in all directions.

The leader of this Xiongnu cavalry knew that this could not go on like this, knowing that he was invincible, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, what's the use of shaking a tree?

The leader of the Xiongnu clamped the horse with his legs, and then waved a big knife to meet the enemy general who was holding a painting halberd to kill all directions.

The two horses met, and the general of the Xiongnu raised the big knife in his hand fiercely, and slashed at the general who used the halberd.

The general who painted the halberd didn't panic, and when the big sword arrived in front of him, he violently swung the painted halberd in his hand.

There was nothing subtle about this halberd, it was just a common chopping technique.

But when this halberd was used in his hands, it had a completely different effect.

The halberd whizzed out with an indomitable momentum, and slammed into the broadsword led by the Huns.

"clang!"

There was only a sound of clashing metal and iron weapons, and the broadsword in the hands of the Xiongnu leader was cut in two like paper.

The war horse under his crotch also retreated again and again, and then let out a long hiss, as if he had suffered great pain.

The leader of the Xiongnu felt as if his chest had been smashed with a sledgehammer, and he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, and even his breathing stopped.

The general who painted the halberd showed a hint of sarcasm again, and the halberd in his hand stabbed forward fiercely, piercing the heart of the leader of the Huns.

Blood was dripping from the heart and corners of the mouth of the Hun commander, and his face was full of disbelief.

As the painting halberd was pulled out, the leader of the Xiongnu slowly fell off his horse with an expression of unwillingness, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

Once the Hun leader died, the remaining Hun soldiers panicked and had no fighting spirit.

The Xiongnu's banner is already tattered and crumbling.

The battlefield was full of broken limbs, and the thick smell of blood wafted in the air, which was very unpleasant.

But the flames of war will not stop burning because of this.

The battle on the field was still going on, and the butcher's knives of the trapped camp and Bingzhou wolf riders were still slaughtering the Xiongnu soldiers.

Bloody knives and guns, ferocious faces, low cries of pain, and flying smoke and dust all cast a tragic picture of war.

The general who is like a flame has become the nightmare of these Huns.

Single-handedly, wanton massacre, simply enter the land of no one!
One man, one horse, one halberd crushed all the hopes of this Hun cavalry!

At the end of the battle, the whole Hun cavalry army was wiped out, and none survived, and all of them were enraged on this vast land.

The flame-like figure on the battlefield raised the painting halberd in his hand high, and the soldiers behind him all looked up at the stalwart figure like a god of war with fiery eyes.

I don't know who started it, but I heard a loud shout from the crowd: "Flying General!"

"Flying General!"

"Flying General!"

"Flying General!"

Three consecutive shouts resounded throughout the world, and all the soldiers looked at their God of War devoutly.

Seeing this, the flaming figure smiled slightly, and slowly put down the painting halberd held high in his hand.

"Clean the battlefield, withdraw troops and return to camp!"

"promise!"

Turning around, a smile almost self-deprecating appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Flying general?"

　The new book is testing the waters, and I hope that the brothers will take care of it, and I will hold my fists together!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)