"What about the captives, how many captives have been caught!"

Alexander the Great glared at his eyes, his eyeballs bloodshot red with rage.

The expression looked extremely hideous.

He now only wanted to torture the captives himself.

Who the hell gave them so much audacity?

Dare to come to his camp!

The subordinate next to him looked extremely strange, and stammered back, "No...... No. "

"What ?!!"

Alexander the Great strode up, grabbed him by the collar and asked, "What do you mean?"

The subordinate said in fear: "The other party came too fast and went too fast, and by the time we reacted, they had already withdrawn, so there was no ...... No prisoners were caught. "

Alexander the Great's teeth creaked.

The corners of his mouth twitched as if they were cramping. "Three-seven-three" heavy gasps hit the subordinate's face like an ear scraper.

After snorting for a long time, he gradually calmed down.

Slowly let go of his men who were trembling with fear.

Walked back in.

While picking up the chair that he had just kicked over, he asked, "How many people did we kill each other?" and hang up the corpses to cheer up the army. "

Inflicting such a great loss tonight, the morale of the army will surely be shaken.

Ways must now be found to minimize the impact.

Hanging the corpses of the enemy on spears is the simplest and most brutal, but also the most effective.

This can not only play a role in inspiring the morale of the army, but also can deter the enemy.

Alexander the Great fought all the way here, and on the way he relied on this trick to scare the courage of many enemies.

An army without courage and morale is a plate of loose sand to be kneaded.

Now, Alexander the Great is going to use this way to raise the morale of their expeditionary force again.

Let the anger in their hearts be ignited!

"Nope. "

Alexander the Great: "?"

As soon as he propped himself up in his chair, he heard someone behind him say something like this.

He turned around stiffly, the expression on his face still a little confused.

"You...... Again...... Say...... Again. "

He slowly narrowed his eyes and said word for word.

The subordinate was frightened by his hideous appearance and took a few steps back.

swallowed and foamed: "The other party ...... Counterpart...... No one was killed. "

"Uhh

Alexander the Great was instantly like a keg of dynamite that had been ignited.

With a burst of applause, he kicked and smashed the seat he had just held!

He lost 1,200 warriors killed and 3,400 wounded.

The other party didn't even die!

From the time of succession, from the launch of expeditions to the present.

He had never suffered such a big loss!

How could he accept such an answer?

"Attack, attack, attack!"

Alexander the Great roared like an angry lion: "Give me orders, prepare your army to attack the East!"

The blood debt must be paid with blood!

Today's shame, he vows to get it back tenfold and hundredfold!

When the day we break through the Eastern Pass, it will be the time to wash the land in blood!

Dawn breaks.

The morning sun is like a sword tearing through the night.

It's like a cold blade slicing through the throat of an enemy at night.

A cavalry detachment runs across the moor.

Han Xin looked up at the rising sun.

He turned back to check the movement behind him.

Seeing that there were no pursuers coming after him, he stopped his horse behind a hillside.

"Phew~"

The 800 cavalry that followed him all stopped their horses.

"General, I have not seen the pursuers. "

The cavalry at the rear shouted and carried the news.

It was only at this time that everyone's solemn expressions eased slightly.

Han Xin nodded quietly and said, "Rest in place, left and right, you count the number of people." "

From the evacuation to the present, they have not stopped.

It's just that I'm worried that the other party will react and chase after him. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It wasn't until now that he had reached this open area, and there were no pursuers in the distance, that Han Xin dared to relax his vigilance a little.

Last night, he took advantage of the night to raid, and the blow to the other party was unexpected by Han Xin.

But for their own losses, I haven't had time to count them.

After counting the number of people.

The adjutant climbed the mound and came to Han Shin's side.

Han Xin heard the footsteps behind him and involuntarily clenched his fists.

These 800 people were given to him by Li Mo.......

If the loss is too much, he says that it is impossible not to feel distressed.

"How?"

He didn't look back, but gently squirmed his dry throat and spat two words out of his mouth.

As a leader, he must not let his subordinates see his apprehension at the moment.

"Back to the general, eight hundred horsemen, one person is not many!"

The adjutant's voice of surprise came from behind him.

Han Xin's gaze in front of him was stunned for a moment.

The pupils suddenly shrank. []

But he asked lightly: "You mean, there are a lot?"

Another lieutenant replied affirmatively, "One is not less! We have counted it three times!"

Even they were shocked.

Eight hundred cavalry charged the enemy camp.

After some burning, there was no one killed!

Only now did they understand why Han Xin had divided their eight hundred men into four teams to raid.

Under the cover of night, the enemy could not distinguish the situation at all, and it was impossible to know how many men and horses they had.

And after they rushed in, they set fire everywhere according to Han Shin's request.

Some of the expeditionary forces ran out of their tents without even having their pants put on.

When I came out, I found that there was a mess outside.

There was fire on all sides, and there were enemies everywhere.

The morale of the army has long been broken!

In this chaotic environment, the 800 cavalry simply created the illusion of a siege by tens of thousands of troops!

The other party first loses the fighting spirit, and how can 3.2 resist?

By the time they reacted, their eight hundred cavalry had already disappeared.

To fantasize about relying on 800 people to annihilate the opponent's 40,000 people in one fell swoop is tantamount to a fantasy.

Han Shin knows this.

So he's not greedy.

How many can be killed!

How many tents can be burned is a few tents!

Once you find out that the other party has the power to resist, you will withdraw!

The iron hooves of the cavalry of the Qin State were famous during the period of the Seven Kingdoms.

Meng Tian relied on the powerful cavalry to defeat the Xiongnu in the north.

They wanted to go, and it was impossible for the expeditionary force to stop them in a hurry.

That horse's hooves with iron palms can kick people's heads to pieces as long as they are raised!

"Good!"

Han Xin's eyes flashed, and he asked again, "How many brothers have we hurt?"

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