"kill!!!!!"

Wu Nian had already changed a horse. The original jujube horse injured his front leg. Now the horse is a black war horse, but the blood almost dyed it red.

A war horse is a war horse. Even in such a battlefield, it is still docilely under Wu Nian's control.

Wu Nian had only more blood than it, not less than it. Five arrows were inserted in front of his chest, shaking with his movements.

He was stimulated by the battlefield, his eyes were red. The horse spear in his hand waved out excitedly but numbly and took it back.

Every time he waved his horse spear, he would definitely kill a Mengyuan warrior. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, but just killed, killed, and then killed.

His arms were already numb, completely numb. But it doesn't matter. As long as he can survive today, he can win this war.

Even if it's swollen after the war, it doesn't matter.

"Kill!!!!" Wu Nian roared with bloody saliva and roared hard. The horse spear in his hand swung out, and the sharp spear tip directly killed two Mengyuan soldiers. The two heads soared into the sky and then rolled down, as if they were watermelons.

"Dongdong!" made a dongdong sound.

The corpse that lost its head was constantly spraying blood, then fell to the ground, twitching for a moment and then disappeared.

"Kill!!!" Wu Nian roared and rushed forward with a horse. He stabbed a spear in the chest of a Mengyuan warrior. The body flew backward and hit another Mengyuan warrior with a touch.

Wu Nian, wearing heavy armor and holding a horse spear, finally lived as he imagined. He rode a horse and held a spear, and was invincible between two formations.

While fighting, Wu Nian also raised his head and looked around, gradually a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There are fewer and fewer Mongolian Yuan soldiers.

Among these three or four thousand people, the Han soldiers may account for one-third. These Han soldiers and horses from thousands of households are just auxiliary functions.

Faced with such a fight, some people were full of courage and had oil on their feet.

Although they are the same ancestor, there are always people who are crooked.

"I will definitely win this war." Wu Nian smiled and smiled coldly. Then he turned to look at Jin Huanshan.

After the Mongol Yuan Ten Thousand Houses general was invincible in a battle with him, both sides were dispersed by their respective troops and no longer fought against him.

Jin Huanshan killed very fiercely, with a long-handed sword invincible and had no enemy under his command. However, no matter how brave the general was, it would be difficult to change his decline.

Jin Huanshan did not lose, but his army lost because of insufficient troops.

"Brothers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wu Nian raised the horse spear in his hand, stabbed straight into the sky, and shouted: "Kill Jin Huanshan, kill the generals of Mengyuan Wanhu."

"It's time for these ten thousand generals who have not lost their results to shed their first blood."

"This glory belongs to us."

"kill!!!!"

A roar shook the sky. For a moment, the sound of fighting on the battlefield was covered, and the rumbling sound came into the ears of all the soldiers on both sides of the war.

After a moment of silence, the reactions of both sides were completely different.

Already stimulated by murderous aura, the soldiers of Wu Nian's army were suddenly filled with animal desires like wild animals. Their eyes stared at the front, and the murderous aura leaked out, as if they had turned into something substantial.

That's right.

The Mongol Yuan competed with the Chu State for many years. The commanders of the Chu State were countless casualties, but the generals of the 10,000 households in the Mongol Yuan had only old generals, but no generals who were injured in the war.

And now, it is time for the first drop of blood from the ten thousand generals of the Mongol Yuan.

"Kill!!!!" All the Wu Nian soldiers plundered the remaining physical strength in their bodies and suddenly burst out with powerful explosive power, killing the Meng Yuan soldiers who were still fighting.

The soldiers of the Mongol Yuan were in a terrifying mood.

They want to kill our Wanhu General?

Has things reached this point?

"Kill!!!" As the Meng Yuan warriors lost their minds for a moment, as the morale of Wu Nian's soldiers increased greatly, Wu Nian's army advanced forward with great strides, and what followed was the fallen Meng Yuan warriors.

It was not that the Mongol War had weakened, but that their number had decreased.

There are not many soldiers, but the words of elite soldiers are sometimes not necessarily accurate.

The situation on the battlefield has reversed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!" Jin Huanshan is indeed brave and good at fighting, worthy of the name of a general of Wanhu. He holds a long-handled sword and fights wildly.

But killing, killing, but not being able to kill.

One Wu Nian army soldier died, two more were supplemented, and three more were supplemented. All Wu Nian army soldiers wanted to stab the Meng Yuan Wanhu to death.

"General, go quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Yes. General. If we don't leave, we will be surrounded."

"I'm not waiting for time, General."

The personal soldiers around Jin Huanshan were the most elite and loyal. When they saw that something was wrong, they hurriedly persuaded Jin Huanshan.

But Jin Huanshan had already killed crazy, and the pride in his heart did not allow him to retreat. He had a pair of red eyes and roared angrily: "There is no defeated Mongol General in this world."

"Wu Nian used tricks to kill my soldiers, and I still have reasons to make excuses."

"In this situation, I was defeated head-on. If I run away in a hurry, I might as well die here."

Jin Huanshan's will is very firm.

If you are destined to be defeated, it is better to die than to escape.

But his personal soldiers did not give him a chance to die here. After dozens of personal soldiers looked at each other, they rushed up, hugged Jin Huanshan, and dragged them down.

"Let go, let me go!!!" Jin Huanshan fought for a long time, and his personal soldiers were all strong. He couldn't break free and was dragged away quickly.

And with Jin Huanshan's departure, the overall situation was decided.

The flag-holding soldier did not retreat because if he lost the flag, he would definitely be beheaded after he returned.

"Kill!!!" A hundred household excitedly stabbed the clan rider to death with a spear, then bent down and picked up the "gold" flag, laughing and said, "Hahahaha. The flag is mine."

With the fall of Jin Huan Mountain and the fall of flags, the Mongols collapsed further and fled in a scattered manner.

The original Han soldiers with thousands of Han families ran almost the same. For a moment, the Mongols and Yuan people were defeated like mountains of collapse.

"Kill me. Try to kill the Mongol people you can see!!!" Wu Nian wanted to chase, but found that his arms were sore and swollen, and barely held the horse spear and did not make a fool of himself.

Damn, how many times did I swing the horse spear and how many people did I kill?

But it's all worth it.

Wu Nian smiled on his face, and then shouted: "Wang Gui."

"General." Wang Gui, covered in blood, touched the blood on his face and limped to Wu Nian.

"Injured?" Wu Nian frowned and asked with concern.

"The legs are a little problem, but it's not a big deal." Wang Gui raised his head and said with a smile.

"Okay." Wu Nian felt relieved and ordered: "Immediately organize the people in the rear to rescue the wounded, and strip off the armor and weapons of the dead."

"Yes." Wang Gui replied loudly and turned around.

Wu Nian took a deep breath, reluctantly handed the horse spear to the personal soldiers, turned over and dismounted, and almost fell. He shook his head at the personal soldiers who wanted to support him, sat on the body of a Mengyuan warrior, and let out a long breath.

"Win!"

"This is my soldier."

"The soldiers of Beishan Fort."
Chapter completed!