Country and Beauty

"Leader, can we beat him? "Hurry up and run!" Doze wanted to fight, but the troops didn't have that much confidence.

"Flee?" Where can we escape to? " Duo Luo snorted and said: "If we run, the formation is as bad as a dog. We allow the Black Shirt Army to kill us as she pleases. If you want to survive, you need to work hard to kill them and open up a path of blood! "

What he said made sense, as they were fleeing, they would fight on their own and not be able to create a battle formation. With the appearance of the Black Shirt Army Cavalry on all four sides, with four legs against four, the possibility of the Xianbei member escaping was close to zero. If they were to fight to the death, they might have a chance.

Although the members of the Barbarian Cow Tribe were unwilling, they had no choice but to ride on horses and draw their bows and arrows, aiming at the incoming Black Shirt Army.

"How reckless!" Riding on the horse, Ba Teer sized up the Barbarian Cow Tribe members who were in a hurry and could not help but sneer disdainfully.

With the powerful fighting strength of the Black Shirt Army, not to mention the weak one, even the freshest and most elite, Murong Gui and the rest were not a match for the Black Shirt Army. Doze ordered his troops to meet the enemy, which was tantamount to throwing their lives away.

Although Ba Teer did not put the Barbarian Cow Clan in his eyes, he was not dizzy and was very calm. His bright eyes shone with a bright light as he sized up the people of the Huns.

If they were heavy cavalry at Black Shirt Army, they could face the bows and arrows of Xianbei member. Black Shirt Army could ignore them, so there was no need to consider it. However, Black Shirt Army's Ba Teer Clan was also a light cavalry. Only their chests were protected by iron armor, and their arms, thighs, and even their lower abdomen were exposed outside of the armor. Although they had protection from the leather armor, there would still be quite a few deaths and injuries, so trading a life for a dog's life is foolish and Ba Teer obviously would not do such a thing. "Brave warriors, let these lowly bastards see who is the true ancestor of this godly archer!"

The Black Shirt Army's cavalry, Ba Teer, was a small portion of the's soldiers who surrendered. They were also nomadic peoples, and naturally born cavalry, all of them were good at archery, the shooting level of the Ba Teer Battalion, was even slightly better than the strong Western Lion Cavalry soldiers, they were not inferior to the army of the Xianbei member, and did not even fear the battle of archery. However, that would result in unnecessary casualties. Not for a while.

Ba Teer then decided to attack first. As soon as Ba Teer gave the order, the Barbarian Warrior held onto his strong arch tightly and shot countless arrows at the Barbarian Cow Tribe. Countless arrows flew across the sky towards the people of the Barbarian Cow Tribe.

The dense rain of arrows weaved together to form a net that covered the fresh air.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Screams could be heard as one after another, arrows rained down on them. Countless casualties.

This Duoze originally wanted to rely on his inferior mount to open a path of blood. However, before the Barbarian Cow Clan even had the chance to shoot, he had already suffered countless casualties. His face suddenly turned pale. Just when Duoze was in shock, "Formidable and mighty black clothes, restoring my rivers and mountains, blood will not flow, and there will never be a truce." Black Shirt Army's war horn rang. Black Shirt Army waved her blade and rushed forward like a ferocious god.

The light of the saber was as bright as snow, dazzling the eye. Blood flowed wherever the horse's hooves galloped, the saber danced, and the head rolled.

"Kill!" Ba Teer took the lead, and before anyone could claim it, Black Shirt Army's loud and clear might spread across the battlefield, causing the morale of the Black Shirt Army troops to immediately increase, raising speed with both legs. The troops suddenly rushed towards the Xianbei member, with tens of thousands of horses galloping, the sound of their hooves shaking the skies, like thunder, both sides's vast army clashed together.

Hundreds of thousands of people were engaged in an intense battle, and every minute or second, more than a few hundred people would perish. The battlefield was cruel, especially the huge battles, where lives were like grass and people were like ants, both sides were like two giant rivers that collided, causing countless splashes, splashing water everywhere, countless troops fell into a pool of blood, and then shattering into pieces as countless cavalry soldiers were crushed and turned into mincemeat.

Ba Teer led five thousand Black Shirt Army cavalrymen and charged into the group of enemies like swords, sweeping through everything in sight, like a hot knife piercing through bamboo, the rain of arrows filled the sky, wantonly plundering Xianbei member's life, her broadsword glinting with light, her steel-like hooves stepping on the ground, fiercely slashing at the ground, Ba Teer was worthy of being the number one warrior of the Baloo, after just being in contact with him, he relied on his powerful force of impact and inertia to instantly charge into the enemy's battle formation. However, a hundred thousand of Xianbei member were not just grass plants, just the army alone was not even more than a few kilometers, and Ba Teer's army was only a giant shark in the sea.

Who would dare to pinch the Black Shirt Army's edge? Duoze hurriedly turned his horse around and roared, "Run! Flee! "

Just a moment ago, he had been delusional enough to think of fighting against the Black Shirt Army, but now, he knew just how ridiculous this idea was.

"Kill!"

Ba Teer roared, he was like a ferocious tiger charging down the mountain, waving his signature weapon, the Giant Wolf Fanged Mace.

With his eyesight, Ba Teer could tell that Duoze was the leader of the Barbarian Cow Tribe with one glance. After all, since the Black Shirt Army had set off, he had not been able to understand much about the situation. At the moment, he needed information on the situation, and capturing a lot of them and asking for more information was the best thing that he could do.

At this time, Ba Teer's entire body was covered with blood, his hair, clothes, and leather robes were all red, with not a single spot remaining red. The fresh blood solidified into a bloody flail that emitted a demonic red light. It was unspeakably strange as it rushed forward, as if it were a demon flying about. He had fought a lot of battles in his life, killed a lot of people, and rolled around in the midst of the dead. Having bathed in blood, he had never been so close to death.

A chill rose up from the bottom of his heart as he spurred his horse forward. As he shouted, "Stop the Chinese! Stop the Chinese! "

He had fifty to sixty thousand troops, and although the young men were recruited to become the Xianbei army, more than twenty thousand people were still gathering around Duoze. Right now, the members of the Barbarian Cow Clan were fighting each other over who could care about him, and since no one responded, Duoze couldn't help but become angry and start cursing loudly, "Are you still warriors of the Great Yue Clan? Even I don't care! "

"Fresh and inferior warriors have always been victorious in their charge, but they've always been defeated and dispersed. Who cares about you now?" When the Barbarian Cow Clan members nearby heard this, they silently cursed in their hearts. All the nomadic peoples had one thing in common, which was that they couldn't fight a long war. Once the war failed, the morale would drop very quickly. The valiant nomadic peoples had a big drawback, and that was that his tenacity was not high enough. In the intense fighting, in a fight to the death, seeing that the opponent was even fiercer than him, the Xianbei member's morale dropped very quickly. All the Xianbei member, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but shiver in their hearts. They could not help but think: With such a terrifying army, how could the Xianbei member possibly go down to the south to farm horses?!

What herdsmen? Whether they could survive or not was one thing. Dozer's riding skills were quite good. He galloped straight towards the north. Ba Teer chased him urgently the whole way, and from time to time, he would run into members of the Barbarian Cow Tribe standing right in front. Not to mention the hundred thousand people in Xianbei member, even if one hundred thousand pigs stood still, they would not be able to kill all of them in a short while.

If they fled to the north, they would have a chance at survival. Doze was overjoyed. He heaved a long sigh of relief. However, before he could even catch his breath, a Black Shirt Army from the north had rushed over, kicking up a large cloud of dust. It was an extremely spectacular sight, truly a sight to behold.

Normally, Doze would have cheered, but now that he was in a life or death situation, how could he have the heart to enjoy such a magnificent sight? He turned the horse around and headed south.

"Where do you think you're going!" Just as Duoze turned his horse around, he saw Ba Teer charging towards him like a god, his scalp tingling as he gloomily cursed, "He's really lingering like a ghost!" He turned the horse around and headed west.

He actually jumped in between Duo Luo and Ba Teer. If Ba Teer did not kill them all, they would not be able to catch up to Duo Ze. Ba Teer could only roar and lead the Black Shirt Army to kill him.

This was a great opportunity that could not be missed. Duoze was overjoyed.

"Run!" "Quick, run!"

Dozer, flustered and exasperated, rushed west. They didn't get far before they saw a large flag with the word "Ran" waving in the wind. A fierce general under his banner, with a length of eight feet, a sword at his waist, and an iron sword in his hand, was waiting to be shot. He was none other than the fierce general Ran Zhan. Ran Zhan shouted, "Go!". Three arrows flew at the same time, and three of them immediately dismounted, their might unstoppable.

When Duoze saw Ran Zhan being as brave as Ba Teer, he was extremely afraid. He did not dare to rush over to die. The horse started galloping towards the east. He hadn't even traveled a mile. A large banner with the words "Northern Palace" appeared. It was the Black Shirt Army Warrior, Beigong Chun. Even the Western Lion Cavalry Soldiers could only flee in fear of the elites of the Headquarters, let alone these frail elderly Xianbei member s. At this time, Beigong Chun brandished her iron spear and commanded the Western Lion cavalry to rush forward. Under Beigong Chun's command, the Black Shirt Army was like a captive amongst the flock of sheep, unstoppable and humble like straw. They were harvested in minutes.

Beigong Chun was in the east, Qi Yu was in the south, Qi Yu was in the north, and Ran Zhan was in the west.

Looking at the Black Shirt Army that was like a surging tide, Duoze couldn't help but feel despair.

He had fought with the Chinese for his entire life, but in the end, he was surrounded by the Black Shirt Army until even water could not escape.

"Damn Han people!" Duoze cursed fiercely, "You actually forced me into a corner!" Despair, despair, unwillingness, and humiliation gushed through his mind in an instant. He had no idea how many Chinese he had killed in his life, but at that time he was so angry and so happy that when bad luck came to him, he realized that death frightened him so much.

At this time, the Black Shirt Army had gathered all seventy to eighty thousand Xianbei member s together, just like how they usually did when they were raising sheep. At this moment, the Black Shirt Army Generals all released their crossbows one by one.

The strong sounds of the crossbow shook the eardrums of those who heard it.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

Countless crossbow bolts swept through the air, breaking the air's barrier like locusts, and pounced towards Xianbei member. Although cavalry liked to kill, Black Shirt Army could not kill wantonly, because of the uncertain factors that could appear at any time on the battlefield. Although the sword was sharp and powerful, the effect of its killing was far less than that of the strong crossbow. As Xianbei member no longer had the will to resist, she started to use her crossbow to attack without restraint. Right now, the arrows of the Black Shirt Army were even more concentrated, like a huge net made of arrows. The sky and the earth became dark, and even the sun lost its color.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Ahhh!"

Miserable screams filled the air. Countless Xianbei member s were pierced by the arrows, blood spewing everywhere. Under the sunlight, a canopy of bright blood blossomed. It was exceptionally beautiful, attracting one's attention. Since the distance was too close, the arrow pierced through the body. The power of the attack did not weaken, causing the Xianbei member to fly in the air. These herdsmen did not stop breathing. They danced in the air, and at first glance, they bared their fangs and brandished their claws. Miserable screams constantly rang out, sharp and resounding like the howls of ghosts, making one's hair stand on end.

The crossbow arrows that had shot out from his body were now covered in dark red blood. From time to time, blood dripped down. Drops of blood formed into a rain of blood. Countless blood spots appeared on the ground, turning the ground into a dazzling red color. The arrow flew through the air like a leaf being blown away by a gale.

After over ten rounds of shooting, they quickly formed a mountain of corpses in front of Xianbei member. These Xianbei member were stacked with body parts, layered with layers of cause, it was definitely a mountain of corpses. The sudden appearance of a mountain of corpses was already frightening enough. However, what was even more frightening was that these mountains of corpses could still move. They couldn't stop trembling. This was a sign that his life force was still fresh. The final struggle was still in progress.

Many of them didn't hit their vital points, but they were seriously injured and didn't die. Under the pressure of the Corpse Mountain, he couldn't help but scream out loud, his screams sounding like the wailing of evil ghosts in the night.

Losing on the battlefield wasn't something to be afraid of. It was losing morale, no matter how low the casualties were. Morale had already dropped and there was no chance of victory. If there was a strong leader within the hundred of thousands of Xianbei member, Xie Fei believed that killing all of these hundred thousand soldiers would be very difficult, even if he managed to win with difficulty, he would definitely suffer heavy losses. If the Xianbei member's morale was not low, if they could fight to the death, perhaps only the old genius would know the outcome, but there were not that many ifs, so of course the outcome could be predicted.