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Chapter 78
78. There is no cure for the dead
Seeing that his subordinates, who were originally good at fighting, were chopped into several pieces by the opponent who was chopping vegetables and melons, the mood of the barbarians was wow. What about the masters who agreed to kill the opponent? As for the generals, why were they all chopped down one by one by the opponent.

Murong Ke watched the generals in the hands of other leaders being cut down one by one by the Han people, not to mention how happy they were, the more they lost, the higher the chance of success of their plot.

Murong Ke looked at the demented leaders of various ethnic groups in front of him and said: "Everyone, the situation today is not right. The morale of the soldiers is low. Otherwise, I will withdraw the troops first."

When everyone heard Murong Ke's voice, they also responded one after another. Yes, yes, Murong Ke is right. It's too scary. This is still a Han Chinese. It's even scarier than the most ferocious warrior in my tribe. Run quickly, no? Get back now.

Everyone agreed with Murong Ke's opinion one after another, and they were about to retreat.

At this time, Hu Yanbo stood up, and saw his eyes were bloodshot: "Don't go, we and the grassland warriors are afraid of these four-legged sheep, I will kill them, kill these Han people."

Everyone looked at Huyan who had fallen into madness and cursed in their hearts.You are crazy and let us accompany you to be crazy. Didn’t you see that the soldiers under you are scared? Isn’t it courting death to attack now?

Hu Yanbo was dragged down by everyone, and everyone began to decide to withdraw.

Before the order was issued, the command flag was raised on the Sishuiguan tower, and the battle drums were beating loudly. What kind of moth is going to happen.The Hu people were puzzled.

I saw the gate of Sishuiguan was wide open, and countless soldiers of the Han army rushed to their side shouting to kill.

Seeing this, Murong Ke also hurriedly yelled: "Retreat, retreat quickly." This sound completely dispersed the Hu soldiers who were originally thinking about fighting back, and turned their horses around one after another and fled away.

Murong Ke had already arranged his soldiers to be in the last group of the formation, in the name of guarding the rear for the alliance. In fact, it was for the convenience of running and to preserve the maximum combat effectiveness. Murong Ke gave an order. Although the Xianbei soldiers were puzzled, But under the mandatory request of their own officers, they fled away one after another.

Yue Fei saw that the generals won one by one before the battle, which greatly affected the morale of the Hu people. He put down the binoculars in his hands and hurriedly ordered the whole army to attack. At this time, the soldiers of the coalition army who had been preparing for a long time also turned around and mounted their horses without hesitation. Raising their weapons to attack the enemy, they, who had been holding back for many days, poured their endless anger on the barbarian soldiers one by one.

After the order was issued, many martial arts practitioners also mounted their horses to keep up with the army.

"Master Yue, you are a scholar, you are well-informed, what is the reason for this, why do we attack directly out of nowhere, the barbarians are 60, and we are 30, but we are still chased away by us." Sha Tongtian When a group of martial artists also joined the battle formation, the curious Sha Tongtian couldn't help asking.

When the rest of the martial arts people saw Sha Tongtian asking, they all looked curiously at Yue Buqun, who had the highest level of culture. During this period of getting along, Jian Yue Buqun, the gentleman with the highest level of knowledge and eloquence, became this one. The leader of the crowd.

Yue Buqun was also happy to see a group of people looking at him with doubts, and said slowly: "Since ancient times, when two armies confront each other, the first is the general, that is, a general from each side fights, and the generals on both sides fight each other. The result of the battle will greatly affect the morale of the troops."

"In the army, morale is very important. Morale is equivalent to courage. In history, there are often battles where fewer people win more, which is the factor of morale. The side with high morale can crush the side with low morale. And the generals on our side are all famous generals of a generation, all of them are excellent in various abilities, and after beheading the barbarians on the other side, the generals came out, and their morale was greatly boosted."

"As for the Hu people on the opposite side, because their generals were beheaded, their morale was greatly reduced and they lost the courage to fight. Naturally, they were defeated by us."

After Yue Buqun finished speaking, he looked at the reverent eyes of the crowd with a look of enjoyment, and then continued to kill the enemy.

And the barbarian troops, whose morale was low, watched their leaders run away one by one, and without the courage to resist, they also fled away one after another.

"Get out of the way." A Xiongnu soldier saw the ghosts of the Han soldiers who came over aggressively, and directly slashed at the Hu soldiers who stood in front of him, and fled in hiding.

And the rest of the barbarian soldiers were not surprised, and they all pulled out their scimitars one after another, looking at their comrades beside them one by one, just to have a little more chance of survival.

"Ah, my hand,"

"what"

Finally, the Han coalition forces finally bumped into the Hu people's coalition forces that were stuck in a traffic jam. The wolf-like Han coalition forces raised their knives and fell, and every barbarian fell to the ground in response. The sound of metal clashes and screams became the scene The theme of the place.

"kill,"

There was no shortage of brave warriors in the Hu army, and many Hu soldiers and generals turned back to fight back, but this was only a small number of people, who were submerged in the sword light of the Han army in a short while.

"Bump" a loud noise attracted the attention of countless people,

Lu Bu was dressed in a red robe and was fighting a master with Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand.

Holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, Lu Bu felt the strength of the blow just now, and couldn't help saying: "You are very good."

And the person who fought with Lu Bu was Shi Xiong, a master of the Jie clan. Shi Xiong was the son of Shi Hu in the Later Zhao Kingdom. He loved learning martial arts since he was a child. Innate realm.But Shi Xiong had no intention of governing, so he became an enshrinement of Hou Zhao, protecting his own country all the time, and he also went out this time.

At this time, Shi Xiong felt his hands that were about to be unable to hold the weapon due to the bursting of the tiger's mouth, and his heart was full of shock. Since he was a child, he had supernatural powers, and others were far from his opponents. Today, he unexpectedly met an opponent, and the opponent was just a simple blow. He almost lost the weapon in his hand.

Moreover, that kind of strength is far beyond his own ability. Shi Xiong saw that wherever Lv Bu went, the halberd lights were shining and all the barbarian soldiers were killed, so he decided that this person was a master, and wanted to kill him with a sneak attack, but he didn't expect the opponent's attack. The reaction was so amazing that he was knocked into the air with just one blow he blocked.

Shi Xiong looked at the person in front of him, his expression was full of shock, but he still asked unwillingly, "Who are you?"

"I am Lu Fengxian, Marquis of Wen." Lu Bu's voice was flat, but the arrogance of his words shocked people's hearts.

Shi Xiong was shocked when he heard Lu Bu's answer, with a look of disbelief on his face: "You are Wen Hou Lu Bu, a family slave with three surnames?" As soon as he said it, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

And many martial arts people around also shook their heads secretly: "It's true that there is no cure for those who commit suicide."

Shi Xiong found that the atmosphere became more dignified, and Lu Bu's admiring expression became elusive.

Lu Bu had a gloomy expression on his face, "Hehe, the family slave of the three surnames, you have successfully provoked my anger."

Shi Xiong also regretted endlessly, he really owed it, he learned a lot of Han culture, he also knew the history of Lv Bu, and he saw the history of Lv Bu, what he remembered most clearly was not the battle between the three heroes and Lv Bu but Zhang Fei’s The family slave with three surnames couldn't help but say it as soon as possible.

Shi Xiong looked at Lu Bu who had turned into anger, and he also smashed his cans, "Hmph, even if you are really Lu Bu, you are just a slave with one or three surnames, I'm afraid you will fail."

"Ugh, feel my anger, and die." Lu Bu raised the Fangtian painting halberd in his hand, his eyes lost any human color, and his eyes became like black holes.

Shi Xiong also slowed down, clenched the long knife in his hand, saw Fang Tian's painted halberd swung in front of him, and finally realized what regret is.

(End of this chapter)