Country and Beauty

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.

At this time, the gathered Xianbei member felt the fear of death, and Duoze looked at all the surrounding Xianbei member, his heart as dead as ashes, without any will to fight. As long as there was enough time, it was inevitable that they, seventy to eighty thousand people, were all slaughtered to death by the Black Shirt Army. The despicable Chinese have used their strong crossbow to mercilessly kill us. If this goes on, our fate can be imagined, and it will be a dead end for us. The Great Fresh Meat Warriors, we can only have the hope to survive if we attack the Chinese and break through their encirclement.

"Kill, kill the Chinese." The beast nature of the Fresh Subordinate nomadic peoples suddenly erupted. They shouted the slogan of the Fresh Subordinate Tribe and started to counterattack the Black Shirt Army.

When they were close enough that they had to pay a large price, Xianbei member finally rushed to the front of the Black Shirt Army cavalry soldiers.

However, what welcomed them was a bright sword wall. Black Shirt Army's cavalry equipment, the horse-chopping knife Blade Master, was lifted up high in the sunlight. It was as if each mirror released a dazzling light, causing Xianbei member to be unable to open her eyes. The horse-chopping knife was invented by the late Ming Dynasty, and it was evolved from the most famous Mo Dao of the Tang Dynasty. First, it was heavy, and its weight was extremely heavy, reaching an astonishing 56 jin, the difference between the horse-chopping knife that Xie Fei produced and the one that was currently was smaller, the only big difference was that the Mo Dao's hands were the Heavy Infantry soldiers, while the Black Shirt Army's hands were all cavalry.

Facing the fresh air, the horse-chopping knife's blade wall hacked down. The blade's light was like a waterfall, its speed was as fast as the wind, and its strength was as strong as Mt. Tai. The current Xianbei member was no longer a corpse. It turned into mincemeat.

If it was hacked by a horse-chopping knife, it would be split into two; if it was hacked by two horse-chopping knife, it would be hacked into three pieces. If it was given to three or four, the horse-chopping knife would hack it into pieces when it was hit, turning it into minced meat.

horse-chopping knife s were extremely powerful. Even if their opponent was a heavy cavalry soldier from the European Empire, he would still slash them into two, let alone Xianbei member who only wore simple and crude armor piercing. This kind of crude defensive equipment could only defend against arrows from far away. It was useless against a horizontal blade, but against an even sharper horse-chopping knife, it was like a thin layer of gauze.

Pieces of meat scattered all over the floor, and his intestines and stomach were still there. If it wasn't cut into pieces, it was a piece. Even if it was the Xianbei member's heart, it was hard to find a perfect one, many of them had been cut into pieces.

These pieces of flesh still had life force left and could not be stopped. At first glance, they looked like the undead body of a devil; it was truly terrifying. The Xianbei member braved the rain of arrows and charged forward wave after wave until they were stopped by the horse-chopping knife. Duoze scanned the battlefield and couldn't help but frown. Although the Xianbei member was three times more powerful than the Black Shirt Army. However, if she continued to fight like this, his advantage in military strength would disappear. From the start of the morning until noon, over a hundred thousand Xianbei member s only carried less than forty thousand casualties, but those in Black Shirt Army s were extremely low. Hundreds of people had died, and over a thousand were wounded. Compared to the Xianbei member, the casualties were negligible.

However, he was too old and had no choice but to give up his position. He said to the surrounding Xianbei member, "The crossbow formations of the Black Shirt Army are too powerful, we cannot charge through it head-on. We have to scatter the troops and increase the distance between the soldiers. Another charge. It's not enough just with this, we can still score a few moves to disperse the crossbow formation in the Black Shirt Army. "

Duoze was an expert in military strategy, his calculations were correct. The Black Shirt Army's strong crossbow could only be split into three. It was time to split up. As a result, the density of the arrows decreased, while the Xianbei member still had the advantage of numbers. The number of people charging did not decrease, but instead increased.

When the battle strategy changed, it was indeed effective. The number of Xianbei member s that rushed to the Black Shirt Army was many more than before.

As long as they could reach the front of the Black Shirt Army's array, the crossbow array would not pose any threat to the soldiers. Although the majority of Xianbei member were frail and sick, there were still a lot of strong young warriors. They rushed to the front of the army, causing the morale of the warriors to rise.

But, Xie Fei saw all of this, it was abnormally calm, as if their rushing did not exist.

Under the sunlight, the wall of blades appeared again and again. One after another, the Xianbei member was chopped into pieces. As more and more minced meat accumulated on the ground, the blood didn't have enough time to soak into the ground and gathered into a pool of blood.

Under the sunlight, the blood lake could be seen everywhere with a red light flashing around it. Brilliant and gorgeous.

The horse-chopping knife, a weapon that only appeared in the Ming Dynasty, had actually already mercilessly devoured the life of the Xianbei member like a Blood Devouring Demon a thousand years ago.

At this time, the strong crossbow s and horse-chopping knife s in the Black Shirt Army formed a ruthless meat grinder, ruthlessly swallowing the Xianbei member's life. The corpses on the ground and the minced meat became more and more, layer after layer, as each of their feet landed on the ground. They would step on a corpse or a piece of minced meat. It was too late for the blood in the ground to fuse into more and more blood. The Xianbei member that was in the middle of charging continuously spurted blood, as if they were charging in blood.

By noon, according to the rules of the ancient war, the troops should be called back for a rest, eat, and prepare for another battle in the afternoon. This was an ancient war's iron law, the Xianbei member did not hesitate to continue attacking in order to survive, as though they were all automatons that did not need to eat or drink. After fighting to this point, the Black Shirt Army cavalry's horse-chopping knife hands were truly tired. They were tired, and many of them were drenched in sweat. They desperately needed to rest. However, the Xianbei member was like a surging tide, the horse-chopping knife's hands had no time to rest, they could only grit their teeth and continue to fight. Being unable to rest did not mean that one was unable to eat or drink. The Black Shirt Army had already prepared a meal for the battle. The horse-chopping knife s could only put the piece of jerky into their mouths. After chewing for a while, she waved the horse-chopping knife in the air to fight.

Blood sprayed out from the dead Xianbei member. Who knew how many Xianbei member s were killed by the Black Shirt Army's horse-chopping knife hands? Their bodies were covered with blood, making them look like people made of blood. The dried meat in their mouths was stained red with the blood dripping from their helmets. At this moment, there was no time to care about such things. He could only swallow it down with the fresh blood. The blood had yet to cool and the entrance was warm and hot. He could also quench his thirst, which saved Black Shirt Army a lot of time and energy. It would be killing two birds with one stone if he didn't go drink water.

This was a new generation of food for war! Eating his fill of the enemy's blood wasn't something that happened often in history, or maybe it was just this!

However, Beigong Chun, who loved his weapons like children, could not watch any longer. He begged Xie Fei: "Master, the brothers are too tired, they need to rest for a bit. It's better to let them leave."

Xie Fei asked in reply: "I can rest for a while, but why should I withdraw?"

Beigong Chun was stunned, he rolled his eyes in surprise, and asked puzzledly: "Then what do we do?"

The horse whip in Xie Fei's hands pointed towards the riders behind him. "The brothers of the First Cavalry Battalion are too idle, let them warm up." "Get ready to attack." Xie Fei's face turned solemn, he suddenly pulled out his blade and held it tightly in his hand.

"Clang!" "Clang."

The crisp sound of metal scraping against metal could be heard endlessly. Ran Zhan and the others pulled out their swords and held them tightly in their hands, waiting for Xie Fei's orders. "Attack!" Xie Fei waved the blade in his hand and shouted.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

The thundering sound of the war drums rang out, shaking the ground. This was the order to attack.

"Powerful man in black robes, restoring my river and mountains, never stopping to fight until my blood runs out!"

A war horn sounded as five thousand heavy cavalry soldiers of the Black Shirt Army pressed down on his back. After fighting for half a day, the Black Shirt Army's five Cavalry Battalion's and four other Cavalry Battalion's came up to kill their enemies. As the vanguard of the Black Shirt Army, the five thousand heavy cavalry soldiers only had a part to cover for their enemies. All of the heavy cavalry soldiers had been holding their breaths, their hands itching tightly. They were all waiting for this opportunity.

That scene was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. There was no one under his command, and he hacked down with his saber. If it were still going up, Xianbei member would definitely fall to the ground after being struck by the blade, it would only result in death or injury. However, not only did the heavy cavalry soldiers not dodge the Xianbei member's attack, they even went up to face it. The scimitars of the Xianbei member could only leave a trace on the armor of the heavy cavalry soldiers.

And the Black Shirt Army's heavy cavalry was like a bloodthirsty beast, ruthlessly devouring the Xianbei member's life. Wherever they passed, blood would flow. The floor was covered with layers of corpses. The blood did not soak into the soil, converging into a pool of blood. Where the horse's hooves were, a beautiful flower of blood would bloom. The heavy cavalry armour was no longer the armor of the Han Dynasty, but an imitation of a bright armor. The defensive capabilities of the bright armor were extremely good. For this armor. The freshness was not broken through yet, because it was the same as the Huns. There were no strong crossbow s, so it could not pierce through the armor. It wasn't impossible to break this kind of armor, it was just like these horse-chopping knife s that could be split apart in three cuts at most, or with Heaven Bombing grenade s, or something similar to strong crossbow s. Unfortunately, these few types of weapons were not available in Xianbei member.

The war was about equipment, and equipment came from advanced civilizations as well as from advanced technology. The Xianbei member had no civilization, and only accepted Chinese civilization. Although they were learning Chinese everywhere, they had never learned anything. They were far from the level of the Han Dynasty. Even if the Jin Dynasty was in ruins, the Xianbei member would never be able to learn it, let alone create such high-quality equipment.

The remaining thirty thousand Xianbei member s did not dare to attack the Black Shirt Army anymore. Then, the Black Shirt Army Cavalry Soldiers would attack from the back. Even the dignified array Xianbei member was not a match for the Black Shirt Army cavalry, let alone the fleeing Xianbei member, who had no way to fight back. Because Xie Fei had already given the order to not to leave anything behind, Black Shirt Army faithfully carried out Xie Fei's orders. After a few rounds of killing in the Black Shirt Army, the remaining tens of thousands of Xianbei member raised their hands in surrender.

At the start, even if it was Xianbei member who surrendered, Black Shirt Army would not hesitate to chop off their heads. Xie Fei's order of not leaving a single person alive was not completely carried out, because in the end, more than ten thousand Xianbei member were to survive. The reason they were able to survive was because the Black Shirt Army couldn't kill them. It was because there was no point in continuing to kill them.

One hundred and fifty thousand Xianbei member were crushed into pieces in a single day, this was enough to scare the strange Hu of Saibei away. If this matter were to spread, the strange Hu citizens would definitely be shocked by the might of the Jin Dynasty, and their courage would be shattered. The combination of kindness and authority had always been a way to rule the world. If Willie was enough, it was time to use grace. Leaving behind these remaining Xianbei member, Xie Fei spread the news of Jin Dynasty's kindness through their mouths.

On an inconspicuous valley at the edge of the battlefield, an old man and a young man were drinking together. They were sitting on a clean huge rock with the venison in front of them and the goat's milk that they two had brought from Xianbei member. "There is also fine wine. Master and disciple drinking together has a different taste to it." Master, Xie Fei is so powerful, his army is too good at fighting! It's only been a day, yet we've already wiped out a hundred and fifty thousand people. " The young daoist was slightly drunk as he grabbed a piece of venison and started to deal with it ruthlessly.

"He is indeed very powerful!" The old Daoist stroked his forehead and said with some apprehension, "I originally thought that this battle would take three to five days to finish. Unexpectedly, only a day had passed. Powerful! "Awesome!"

After a slight pause, he continued, "Such a violent battle technique could be said to be unprecedented. Even Bai Qi, Sun Wu Yu, and the others were only so so!"

"Yes, yes!" The young daoist was still a bit shocked: "At that time, when Xie Fei brought these tens of thousands of troops to the north, I thought he was being big. Unexpectedly. I was the one who underestimated the power of Black Shirt Army. This kind of fighting style is unprecedented, even the Great Qin Tiger Guards who train in Shang Ma are not her match. "

The young daoist asked without thinking: "Master, this Xie Fei is dressed in black armor, and these black armored warriors do not care about their lives when they fight, could it be that they too?"

The old Daoist said, "Such a violent fighting style. Such a fierce warrior has already disappeared for eight hundred years." At this time, the old Daoist's eyes were brimming with tears and he muttered, "Great Qin, Great Qin." Gradually, the sound became so low that it could not be heard.