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The ordinary pawns of Daqin were barely able to.

However, the discipline is a mess, and after encountering ambushes and assaults, it is easy to fall into a state of command confusion.

In the entire Yuzhi County, there are only 3,000 Qin soldiers, plus 7,000 young and strong, they are all peasants who cultivate the land in peacetime, train when they are idle in the farm, join the army when they fight, and even have to prepare their own weapons, horses and grain, and their combat effectiveness can be imagined.

If it were changed to 10,000 Great Qin pawns, the situation would be different.

Even if the entire army is destroyed, these 30,000 Xiongnu will be unable to conquer Yuzhi County.

"Drop the arrow! Drop the arrows! "

Reluctantly organized a defensive line, thousands of Xiongnu iron horses, bending bows and arrows, forming a sparse rain of arrows.

For this kind of weak attack, Yang Zaixing, who rushed to the front, didn't even bother to defend, allowing the arrow to hit the armor he was wearing, leaving only a faint mark.

As for the back army behind, at most, symbolically raised the round shield of his left hand to the front to cover his face.

"It's rude to come and go! The whole army obeyed the order and threw the spear of war! "

No!"

When he was only a hundred steps away, Yang Zaixing shouted.

Raising the war spear in his hand high, he aimed it in the direction of the enemy formation, and threw it sharply.

On every spear, the attached power is no joke.

Piercing the human body, even through two or three times will stop.

Almost instantly, the Huns' army lost nearly two thousand people.

Later, from behind, the army pulled out a second spare spear and then launched a charge.

"A bunch of miscellaneous pieces, let's all go together!"

Yang Zaixing took the lead and rushed directly into the enemy army.

The iron gun in his hand and the wielding tiger and tiger were killing more than twenty people in an instant.

No one can go through a round in Yang Zaixing's hands.

Every time you wave the weapon in your hand, you will bring a bloody storm.

"Kill!"

The three thousand backed army directly crashed into the army of the Xiongnu...

The powerful ace troops were only panicked and almost slaughtered on one side.

The more than five hundred Xiongnu iron horsemen who resisted in front were knocked out in an instant, and then under the iron horses, they were trampled into meat mud.

"Raise the spear! Stab! "

The war spear in the hands of the back-backed army is quickly and fiercely swung out, and quickly takes the enemy's life.

In just one breath, hundreds of Hun soldiers died under the raid of the Beacon Army.

Coupled with the previous kills, the enemy directly reduced by more than 3,000 people, and the current casualties are almost zero, as an army with the power of the legendary 'military soul', the most basic ability to resist death.

Minor injuries become no injuries.

Severe injuries become minor injuries.

Death becomes serious injury.

Always maintain the peak of morale.

With a maximum of 8,000 people, it can quickly grow the recruits who have just joined the Backbone Army.

Once the military soul power of the Backbone Army is launched, the strength is even more rapid growth!

At the very least.

In the case of the launch of the military soul.

At this time, no army can withstand their charge head-on.

The mere 27,000 Xiongnu iron horses are not worth the power of the army to launch the army soul, which is very energy-consuming.

"Weak! Too weak! A group of native chickens and dogs also dare to invade my Daqin frontier!

"The enemy will be rampant! I am a general of the Huns—" "

Noisy!"

Before the enemy general finished speaking, Yang Zaixing impatiently waved his iron gun.

Even if the spear in his hand is used for defense, the moment the two collide.

An unrivaled force, along the spear, reached the wrist of the Xiongnu general, directly cracked it, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken line.

"Hmph, vulnerable."

Ignoring the life and death of that guy, Yang Zaixing snorted coldly.

For him, there is no difference between the Xiongnu general and the ordinary Xiongnu pawn, anyway, they are all the goods of one move.

It is the strength of the shot, which has been upgraded from pinching an ant to pinching a mouse.

"This Qin General is too strong!"

"Unexpectedly, with one move, he defeated the strongest warrior of our tribe."

"Can't stop it!"

"No retreat! Those who disobey the order are chopped! "

........." Facing

Yang Zaixing, who had entered the mowing matchless mode, and the fierce and unusually brave backslaughter.

The morale of the Huns, so to speak, fell to the lowest point.

In ancient warfare, morale was a very important factor, even enough to affect the success or failure of a battle.

However, even if the Xiongnu generals killed five or six people in succession, there was no way to stop the speed of the rout.

While sweeping the surrounding miscellaneous soldiers, Yang Zaixing observed the direction of the Xiongnu army's handsome banner, and then issued an order: "Kill the enemy commander with this general!" "