Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 128 127. I won't ask if you're gone after the fight
A white line plowed into the black Wuhuan army formation.

"what"

"God"

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

There was a lot of noise.

But Hu Er, who was already covered in blood, smiled brightly.

"Hu Er! Hu Er!"

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

The indifference of the armored cavalry is terrifying, killing people is nothing but killing people.

The white line sank deeper and deeper into the blackness, and then the traces plowed by the white line were filled with black. Even so, Hu Er and the others still did not stop.

Arrow rain!

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

The flames of war are in an instant, just now after listening to King Wuhuan's order to let the army be reorganized, why the next second, the enemy has already been killed.

Many Wuhuan people inside didn't even have time to react.

As for those on the outside, the moment Zhang Qi's army pressed on, the tragic casualties had already made them feel timid.

"The sword and shield are in front!"

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

On the hormonal battlefield, the crisp female voice is like a winter lark.

It's just that this lark also brought death.

The wolf cubs, whose posture was completely different from that of the grassland battle formation outside, formed a dense battle group, like a boning knife began to remove the carrion from Wuhuan's thigh.

The general operation of a lawn mower kept mowing down the surrounding Wuhuan people.

However, they are small in number and the scope of influence is not large.

The two armies of Ying and Wang Li dominated the form of warfare.

Where is Zhang Qi?

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

The drummers and standard bearers were located outside the battlefield, and he found a high point with the standard bearers beside him, commanding the drummers to switch drum beats.

The two armies are like fishermen pulling nets in a dry pond. Driven by them, the Wuhuan people are like fish in a pond that have lost their direction and are constantly driving in one direction.

Wei Sanjue is always the best way to play.

No matter how many Wuhuan leaders reprimanded them, under the coercion of life and death, many Wuhuan people retreated in one direction.

"Close the net!"

Zhang Qi shouted loudly.

The drummers stopped immediately, and immediately, more dense drumbeats like raindrops spread from the skinned drum to the surroundings.

"kill!!!"

As soon as the drumbeat changed, the soldiers of Wang Li's troops, who had been kept in charge at the beginning, turned into bloody beasts in an instant, and the three or four months of uninterrupted slaughter on the grassland turned this group of people into full-fledged war machines.

Cooperate tacitly.

Block the gun and make up the knife.

The side horse is short in stature.

One after another, these guys are interlocking like the most precise parts in an instrument.

The battlefield began to surround one side, and the white line that entered the black army formation burst out from the end of the army formation, splashing blood exploded in mid-air, and Hu Er spat out a piece of minced meat in his mouth with a ferocious face.

"Hu Er! Hu Er!!!"

The armed cavalry rushed out of the army formation without stopping for a moment, and rushed straight for several kilometers before turning their horses around with the help of the distance.

"Ah! Hu Er!!"

Turning the horse around, Hu Er stepped on the stirrups that did not belong to this era, roaring and leading the cavalry into the army again.

It's people turning their backs on their backs again.

The Wuhuan man began to cry.

I really cried.

Some Wuhuan people who survived facing Hu Er had snot and tears all over their faces.

Are they recruits?
No, the prairie people have no recruits. They have been practicing war skills on horseback since they were young, but the objects of practice are cattle and sheep.

But now, it seems that they are the cattle and the sheep.

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

From the beginning of the war, there was no confrontation. Zhang Qi's people were not afraid of death, and even looked forward to death, while Wuhuan, they were afraid of death.

Once many people die, they will be afraid and panic.

The Wuhuan people on horseback are not the infantry of the Han Dynasty. Facing the scene of death, they can escape!
So messed up, everything messed up.

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

"Persuade!"

Zhang Qi roared again.

The flag bearers around quickly backed up to the drummer and trumpeter and waved the flag to persuade them to surrender.

The drums stopped.

Trumpets sounded everywhere.

The gunpowder smoke dispersed, and the armies of various ministries shouted that those who got off their horses and knelt down would not die while killing the enemy.

Nobody believed it at first.

But gradually more and more people believed in it.

The horse neighed and ran off into the distance.

The kneeling man trembled.

The breath of rust makes people breathless, but these killing gods are as sweet as honey.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk.

During the period, he moved to various places, extending the scope of the battlefield by more than ten kilometers.

They fled, we chased them, and they couldn't fly.

With cavalry in armor, no one can escape, and the time to wait for death is nothing more than length.

Hu Ling took in the prisoners.

A wise man wants to escape but will die, a foolish man is credulous but can live.

The blood is watering the earth, and the aquatic plants here will be more plump than other places next year.

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

Hu Er smiled like an innocent child being rubbed on the head by Hu Ling.

After Zhang Qi arrived, he crawled over again, licked his face and asked Zhang Qi innocently: "Hey, Your Majesty, Hu Erli is not very strong, just rush, hey."

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

"Hey, um, Hu Er likes cakes, sweet."

Zhang Qi smiled and looked at Hu Ling: "How about the casualties?"

Hu Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there was not much pressure on our side, and we cooperated tacitly, so there were no casualties."

"But Captain Wang's side"

Hu Ling heard the familiar corpses all over the floor when the prisoners were taken away, and frowned: "Anyway, it's not good. The medical team has all passed, and there must be a lot of casualties."

Zhang Qi sighed and nodded, Wang Li's casualties were inevitable, or if Ying's army 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.

"Where are the captives?"

Changing the subject, Zhang Qi asked again.

"More than 200 prisoners captured by our department have been handed over to Colonel Ying. It is roughly estimated that the number of prisoners captured this time will not be less than [-]."

"Captain Wang Li has already chased the deserters with the suits, and I think there may be more."

"That's right. Wuhuan is much bigger than Xianbei, but I don't know if the eight thousand are from the headquarters of the Wangting or a combination of various ministries. I hope it is a combination of various ministries, otherwise this war will not stop for a while, yes. Now, where is King Wuhuan?"

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

Hu Ling pointed to the direction where Zhang Qi had just come, and said a little embarrassedly: "That, Your Majesty, that piece of rotten meat over there is King Wuhuan."

Forehead.
(End of this chapter)