The Young Emperor of Great Qin/the Strongest Young Emperor of Qin

In front of the chariot, there were Korean chariots who wanted to resist, but in the blink of an eye, those chariots were instantly smashed to pieces!

Blood-robed Hou Bai was not afraid to face the invincible momentum of the chariot led by Ying Zheng, so he could not help but give way to the side.

But at this moment, Ying Zheng had torn Zhao Jun's hole, and the chariot roared straight into the Han army.

The red rabbit roared, the chariot rammed and crushed it, leaving countless corpses and blood behind him, and even many weapons in South Korea were cut off by the chariot.

The black chariot was already stained with scarlet blood, as if coming from hell, mercilessly harvesting the lives of Han Jun.

Perhaps a spear stabbed, feather arrows shot, but could not leave any traces on the chariot.

Some soldiers wanted to hug the wheel of the chariot, but the next moment, they were mercilessly crushed by the chariot.

The power of man simply cannot stop the charge of this chariot!

At the rear of the chariot, five thousand black armored iron cavalrymen turned into the sharpest slaughtering knives.

This is simply a massacre!

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The blood-robed Bai Yifei watched Ying Zheng's chariot rampage, unstoppable, and his legs couldn't help but fight slightly.

"how is this possible!"

"No matter how strong the chariot is, it is not so powerful!"

"Why is it even my Korean chariot that shatters when it hits!"

"And their troops, all mounted on horses, are completely composed of cavalry."

"Why are their cavalry so powerful!"

"Why does my weapon slash at them without causing any damage."

"How amazing is their armor!"

"And the crossbow arrows in their hands are even more powerful than Han Nuo!"

"When they entered the Korean army, it was a massacre."

Bai Yifei looked at everything on the battlefield and felt like he was dreaming.

He could never imagine why Ying Zheng's troops were so powerful.

In his eyes, the armor of the soldiers of the Qin army was better than his.

But even if he is strong, at this moment, he does not want to face this black armored iron cavalry at all.

Because once he is submerged by these black armored cavalry, no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually die!

No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot resist an army on the battlefield with the strength of one person.

What's more, this is Da Qin's army.

Five thousand people, like tigers into the flock, swept away the Han army's camp in the blink of an eye.

What followed was a slaughter at all.

The smell of blood filled the battlefield.

Many South Korean soldiers had been so frightened that they lost their weapons and knelt on the ground with trembling legs, begging for forgiveness from the Qin army.

Some soldiers also began to flee.

Collapse!

With just one contact, the battle didn't even last for half an hour, and the Han army began to rout.

"Da Qin's army is simply a demon that came out of hell!"

"The spear can't hurt them at all, it can't kill them, it can't beat them at all!"

"It's easy for them to kill us."

"Let's go! We are no match for the Daqin army at all."

"South Korea is about to be destroyed by Daqin."

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Even if the Qin army has only [-] people, we can't beat it."

"You can't kill any of the opponent's soldiers at all, how can you fight!"

Han Jun's mentality has long since collapsed.

Collapse, naturally unavoidable.

Bai Yifei never imagined that worship would die so quickly.

"How is this possible! This is all the elites in South Korea, and [-] is no match for [-]!"

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"How is this possible! This is all the elites in South Korea, and [-] is no match for [-]!"

"Why exactly!"

Bai Yifei's eyes were red, staring at Ying Zheng's chariot.