Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 338 The knife that ends everything
"The Chanyu is dead, so why not descend quickly?"

Xu Huang killed a Northern Xiongnu captain with an axe. When he saw the hung body of the Xiongnu Chanyu, he immediately roared excitedly.

With this sound, countless Northern Huns looked up and saw the body of the Xiongnu Chanyu hanging on the flagpole. At this moment, the Northern Huns soldiers who were still fighting did not even know what to do at this moment.

"Revenge for Shan Yu!"

I don't know which of the Northern Huns soldiers suddenly let out a roar, and then the Northern Huns soldiers, who were unconscious of the sword, roared when they heard the words, and then began to launch a desperate charge in the direction of the body of the Xiongnu Chanyu.

When they began their desperate charge, the golden eagle, which represented the will of the Northern Huns Empire, reappeared on the battlefield. Only where there are people can there be the will of the empire. But now, probably only these soldiers of the Northern Huns on the battlefield can attract the will of the empire.

The emergence of the empire's will made these Northern Huns become more fanatical, but they did not notice at all that the Golden Eagle's body had become extremely illusory and could no longer provide them with a large amount of blessings as before.

"Have you completely lost your mind? It seems it's time to end it."

"Get out of the way, use the sword and shield hand's wings to pressurize, rain of arrows washes the ground, and the cavalry begins to strangle!"

Han Xin immediately ordered the drummers to beat the drums to convey the order. This could be regarded as the last counterattack of the Northern Huns. If adjustments were not made in time, there would be a lot of casualties.

The Changshui camp, which had been silent all this time, began to exert force. They all drew their bows and fired arrows towards the encirclement.

The Northern Huns soldiers who originally roared to avenge Hu Yanchu fell down in pieces like wheat in an instant, and the explosive arrows exuded an even better effect in Changshuiying's hands.

The power of the explosive arrow itself resonated with the essence of heaven and earth induced by Changshuiying's talent, increasing the power by more than [-]%.

The organizational bonus had been shattered by Han Xin, and the cloud bonus itself had been greatly weakened by the Northern Huns soldiers who had been cut apart by Han Xin. Now they were rushing towards them like a swarm of swarms, making them a good target.

At this moment, whether the Northern Huns soldiers used weapons to block or defend with large shields, it was meaningless. Under such a dense rain of explosive arrows, there would be no way for people to survive.

When the roar stopped, no one from the fastest charging Northern Huns could continue to stand. The densely packed corpses were spread out on the ground, looking bloody and heroic.

The soldiers of the Northern Huns, who were still ambitious and fierce, were awakened by the cruel reality, and the blood above them also cooled down at this moment. Their steps became hesitant, and just when they hesitated, Han Xin took action again.

The original encirclement surrounding the Northern Huns began to loosen, and several gaps appeared, allowing many Northern Huns and Zahu legions to break out of the encirclement.

Just like opening a floodgate to release floods, the departure of tens of thousands of Northern Xiongnu and Zahu made the Han army's originally precarious front instantly become indestructible.

The quietly closed flaws allowed the Han soldiers to better surround and kill those soldiers who had not yet broken out of the encirclement.

And rushing out does not mean a good thing. Before the Northern Huns generals had time to be happy, a white wave had already appeared in front of them.

Zhao Yun looked at the tens of thousands of Zahu and Northern Huns in front of him, with a hint of horror on his face. In his previous opinion, Baima Yicong was not suitable to participate in a large army battle.

At least they are not suitable for joining the battlefield during a melee. Even if they can control their own speed, they cannot cooperate with friendly forces. Just like tanks, if they join the battlefield during a melee, it is easy to accidentally injure friendly forces.

With their hands and feet tied, they can even easily be caught by the enemy.

Most of the tasks they can undertake are reconnaissance and blockade before the war begins, or closing pursuit after the war ends.

However, Han Xin's art of command told him that as long as a stage suitable for Baima was created, Baima could still exert its full power. Not only would it not affect friendly forces, it could even help friendly forces.

When there were still fifty steps left between the two sides, Baima Yicong's speed suddenly surged to the extreme.

At this moment, all the Baima Yi Cong clearly felt the power of the wind. At this moment, the wind completely became a sharp blade in their hands.

The rational Northern Huns general hurriedly ordered the bows and arrows to be fired, hoping to repel the fragile light cavalry in front of them, but before their arrows could be fired, the white horse Yi Cong crossed the distance between them and arrived. in front of them.

For a white horse that enters this speed, there is no need to even swing a sword. As long as it keeps speed and rushes over, the howling wind will form a wind blade that is enough to cut the enemy into pieces under the influence of high speed.

As for the enemy's counterattack, there are very few who can counterattack at a speed that even White Horse cannot fully react to, and the howling wind will also become White Horse's best barrier.

What's more, Han Xin's order was just right. The Northern Huns and Zahu who rushed out from various gaps were completely loose at the moment and could not even form effective resistance.

When they were most scattered, Baima arrived just in time, and everything happened naturally, as if it was destined.

And this is just the epitome of Han Xin's ability to control the battle situation and command. He perfectly predicted what would happen at this moment and then took advantage of it.

When Bei Xiongnu and Zahu broke out of the siege, they thought they saw hope of survival, but little did they know that it was a ride to the underworld.

The extreme attack brought by the terrifying speed was enough to cut the shield into pieces in an instant. When the terrifying wind passed by with the light of the sword, it brought death.

The white horse rushed over like a wave, and the sword light was like water, swallowing up all the lives in front of it, leaving only the stumps and broken arms flying away.

In just a few breaths, tens of thousands of Northern Huns and Zahu were all dead. In the dense overlapping sword light and wind blades, there were no accidents.

Even the general of the Northern Huns, who had reached the point where his inner energy was strong, was slashed into pieces by Bai Mayi from hundreds of swords.

"You continue to circle around and harvest, and I'll go kill people!" Zhao Yun dropped a sentence and then rode out from the row of white horses.

Baima Yi followed Han Xin's previous arrangement and began a boring and cruel harvest parade around the encirclement.

Every once in a while, loopholes deliberately created by Han Xin would appear, and the white horse could easily take away the Zahu and Northern Huns that poured out of the loopholes like a hot knife cutting through grease.

Zhao Yun rushed into the encirclement. The existence of those gods was a bit tricky after all. Although ordinary soldiers could surround and kill them, the price they had to pay was too heavy.

It would be best if someone as ruthless as Zhao Yun were to take him down in the past.

What appeared in front of Zhao Yun was an unknown god, cooperating with the surrounding Northern Huns soldiers, continuously resisting the Han army's attacks.

After all, the gods produced by the guest corpse feast were monsters in human skin in the beginning. Even though they were disguised or inherited the memory of the original owner, they would still act according to the behavior pattern of the original host.

This is also the way the Northern Huns use the gods. These gods will indeed lose control in the future, and may even begin to show their true nature within a year or two, but now they are the most loyal comrades of the Northern Huns.

Zhao Yun appeared opposite the god almost instantly. At that moment, the god could not even see clearly Zhao Yun's movement trajectory.

"What's your name?" Zhao Yun stared at the opponent without any hesitation. He didn't even have the strength to be as high as the sky. It looked like it was a semi-finished product, or simply a failure.

"Cang Yue God!" Cang Yun God stared at Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun exuded a death threat that made his heart palpitate. It could not even relax the body's automatic alert. "It's a pity that you are too weak and I can't remember you!" Zhao Yun said calmly.

"You bastard, how dare you insult..."

Before Cang Yue Shen's roar ended, his thinking stagnated.

"Sure enough, it's just a semi-finished product!" Zhao Yun wiped the gentian gun in his hand flatly.

Originally, death was the beginning of the birth of a god, but when it found the so-called Cang Yue God in front of it, the will born after death could not even be manifested. It just stirred the spear slightly and completely escaped.

"Win!" Han Xin glanced at Mu Yi.

"Let Huang Tian's army attack and smash that thing in the sky. The meaning of war has been completely lost. At this time, any loss that can be reduced is a gain!"

Mu Yi nodded. Even people who didn't understand war could see that the Northern Huns had completely lost the chance of victory, and all of this was based on Han Xin's formidable command.

Just by looking at the eyes of Chen Gong and others, it is clear that Han Xin has established absolute prestige at this moment, and there is no need for any avoidance during the remaining time of cleaning the battlefield. He can just concentrate all his efforts on dealing with it.

"Go, I will watch over you!" Mu Yi calmly gave the order to the First Yellow Sky Legion.

"Crush it and bring it back!"

After receiving the order, the First Yellow Sky Army strode towards the illusive Golden Eagle.

"How can I allow you to pass!"

The roaring leader of the Hun Army Soul Army, Chong Hun, led a part of the Hun Army Guards to block the front of Huang Tian's army. After all, most of Gao Shun's trapped camp were newly promoted recruits, so he was almost completely at a disadvantage.

Taking advantage of the Xiongnu guards to take away some people, they instantly launched a counterattack. Originally, they were waiting for Zhang Liao to finish, but they didn't expect that Zhang Liao didn't wait and Huang Tian's army arrived.

"Let you see the power inherited by the descendants of Kunlun God for hundreds of years!" Chonghun roared and waved his spear.

The golden eagle representing the Northern Huns screamed, countless dark golden stars bloomed, and shadows appeared on the bodies of the Northern Huns guards.

Chuhun didn't know that Bei Xiongnu had been kicked off the cliff and was sitting in mid-air, free falling. He only knew that he must not let Huang Tian's army pass.

He faithfully carried out the tasks assigned to him by the Xiongnu Chanyu, biting all the top legions who appeared in front of the Xiongnu guards.

His heroic death affected the Golden Eagle of the Northern Xiongnu, and he deserved the blessing of the will of the Northern Xiongnu Empire. However, this blessing has already faded away.

"Huang Tian is above!" Ma Er roared loudly, unleashing his legion talent. The blazing flames began to burn, and the bright golden light began to rise and hover, tearing apart a beam of light from under the clouds that penetrated the sky and the earth.

"So strong?" Han Xin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He had studied the miraculous thing and had an estimate of Huang Tian's army's combat effectiveness, but it was still beyond his estimate.

He originally wanted to see the collision between the will of the empire and miraculous transformation to explore the nature of miraculous transformation. He always felt that miraculous transformation was a very weird state.

In addition, it was recorded that Huo Qubing shattered the imperial will of the Xiongnu Empire during its heyday. He wanted to see how the imperial will was shattered.

You know, among the records of the Han Dynasty, only two people achieved this, one was Huo Qubing and the other was Zhang Jiao.

After that, Dou Xian was unable to do this. Han Xin wanted to delve deeper into what was behind this, but the moment Huang Tian's army exploded with power, he understood.

The Xiongnu's imperial will was too rubbish, and Huang Tian's army was too strong, and it was impossible to produce the kind of collision effect he wanted.

"I didn't expect that without your blessing, the First Yellow Sky Army would be able to reach this level?" Han Xin's mouth twitched.

Seeing the flames rising, most of the soldiers reaching the peak of inner Qi Chenggang, and the smaller half of the soldiers entering the realm of inner Qi leaving the body, Han Xin felt that it was a bit nonsense.

The army that Han Xin organized with his own hands understood the meaning of inner Qi becoming a gang, which was fully capable of serving as a general. But now every soldier of the First Yellow Sky Army has reached this level, which is simply terrifying.

The current First Yellow Sky Legion has the ability to violently disrupt his command and mobilization. If he encounters such an opponent on the battlefield, he must pay attention to it, otherwise he may be beheaded directly.

But he wasn't particularly worried. Anyway, he wasn't afraid of the military situation. Even if the First Yellow Sky Army attacked him hard, he would be able to do it with ease. However, if it was paired with a large army command that specialized in the military situation, even he would have to be in awe.

"kill!"

Bai He roared angrily, and the Xiongnu guards in front of him were split open in an instant. Even after unleashing all the power of their military souls, the Xiongnu guards had thousands of inner energy at this moment.

But it's not enough to stop the First Yellow Sky Legion.

Chohun roared angrily, one against a hundred. Even though he was stronger, facing nearly a hundred internal energy leaving his body and attacking together, he was unable to save his life, and his head was shattered by a single move.

"No one can stop us! The Emperor is watching us!"

Ma Er strode across the thick headless corpses, the sword in his hand blooming with a bright miraculous light.

Ma Er concentrated the energy and spirit of all Huang Tian's soldiers on the sword in his hand, and then swung the sword against the illusory will of the empire.

"Break me!"

The sword that condensed the spirit of the Huangtian Army spanned a long distance and accurately struck the golden eagle that represented the will of the Northern Huns Empire.

At that moment, brilliance suddenly appeared, and a dazzling light burst out from the position where the two collided.

The golden eagle, which represented the will of the Northern Huns Empire, let out a shrill cry.

Along with the wail, a crisp sound appeared in the sky, and all the Northern Huns soldiers naturally felt a kind of sadness, an indescribable sadness.

Whether it was the Northern Huns generals or the Northern Huns soldiers who were fighting hard, they all clearly felt what they had lost at this moment.

The Northern Huns were completely reduced to history.

(End of this chapter)