fanaticism.

This is human nature.

Wu Nian is now walking between calmness and fanaticism. On the one hand, as a coach, he needs to stay calm at all times and make the right decision when the battlefield changes.

With just one thought, he could risk the lives of hundreds of thousands of troops.

The fate of nearly ten million soldiers and civilians in the next hundred or even hundreds of years.

on the other hand.

More than ten years of struggle are finally coming to an end.

today.

Just today.

Say it the other way around.

The same is true for the Mongolian people. Chunyuan led ten thousand households southward and fell in five prefectures and thirty-two cities in an instant. Seeing that Liaodong was pacified, the Central Plains could be expected.

However, a Liaodong Tiger appeared out of nowhere, started with 300 elite soldiers, and swept the entire Liaodong in more than ten years.

Twenty thousand households of Meng Yuan were beheaded, causing Meng Yuan to lose his troops and generals.

He also invaded the mainland of Mongolia and Yuan Dynasty and captured Vladivostok.

Destroy Goguryeo.

Chunyuan and the ten thousand households under his command also felt aggrieved. It was like a huge dragon, but it could only be crowded in the quagmire and could not stretch its body.

A battle today.

I will use the steel knife in my hand to cut through the dark sky and create a bright universe with bright sun and moon.

Meng Yuan will win.

Gradually turning the situation around, Chunyuan and his ten thousand households, who were about to win a complete victory, fought hard to kill.

The morale and combat effectiveness of the Mongolian soldiers were amplified to the maximum, and the whole army fell into a frenzy.

"Kill!!! Kill all the Han troops and rush into the Han city. Women, wealth, everything."

"That's right. Invade Liaodong and take everything for yourself."

"The prince has an order, as long as we win, let us slaughter the city for ten days. Come to Liaodong for ten days."

The Meng Yuan soldiers howled crazily, their eyes were blood red, wishing they had nine lives, and rushed forward to chop the Han army in front to pieces.

Originally, Chunyuan and others were relatively mild, but this time in order to win, Chunyuan couldn't care less. He took out the Mongolian and Yuan traditions and promised to massacre the city for ten days after conquering Liaodong.

Send troops and plunder.

Meng Yuan is the master of tigers and wolves, and only with corresponding indulgence can they exert their greatest fighting power.

Chunyuan's previous strategy of appeasing the Han people actually restricted his own hands and feet.

Today's Meng Yuan warriors have shown their true form.

They also think they have the upper hand and victory is in sight. They are not humans, but tigers and wolves, pure beasts.

Killing and sexual desire are brewing in their minds and dominate their actions.

There is a Mongolian language in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

The Han soldiers didn't know what they were chanting, but they felt it.

"Brothers, stop them. So what if we lose one ten thousand households? Your Majesty said that we are a war nation. We are a level above the fighting nation. Defeat them."

"That's right, brothers. In war, a nation wins with less. I remember when Wei Qing and Huo Qubing took the Han cavalry and swept through the Xiongnu, sealing the wolf as a slave. They made the powerful and overwhelming the grassland. Now it's our turn. Follow.

Your Majesty, follow the generals and kill them."

"Brothers, look at these monkeys. They are not humans, they are Tartars, they are wild beasts. Recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars today."

There is a mountain higher than a mountain.

When the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were extremely fanatical and exploded with extremely powerful combat effectiveness, the Han army's resilience was even more amazing. They accepted the instructions of [Dayi] and went straight to the place of benevolence and righteousness.

What is God.

What is Buddha.

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately?

Stop fighting with force?

That doesn't exist.

Only by holding a steel knife and killing all the enemies in front of you will the war be over and the world will be at peace.

Putting down the butcher's knife is just raising tigers and causing trouble.

To stop fighting and use force is to let the tiger return to the mountain.

kill!

kill!

kill!!!!

Fight to bring peace to the world, and Yan and Huang will be respected.

Countless Mongolian and Yuan warriors marched forward bravely under the instructions of the banner.

Countless Han soldiers, under the guidance of righteousness, flew into the flames.

By this time, the Huanglong decisive battle had entered its climax. It was difficult for both sides to decide the winner for a while. The battlefield was just a meat grinder, constantly devouring human lives and releasing corpses and blood.

The head and stumps were severed.

in the sky.

The thick clouds showed no sign of dispersing, but the rain gradually decreased. The vultures, who had been waiting for a long time, were trembling with excitement, but still did not dare to fall.

As long as the war is over, they will enjoy this feast of flesh and blood.

"Kill!!! Kill!!!!!"

Wei Polu kept waving the horse spear in his hand and charged at the front. The armor on his body had been hit by countless arrows and suffered countless injuries, and it became dilapidated. The horse spear in his hand was stained with blood and was sharp.

The spear's edge has become dull.

His body gradually became weaker, but only his spirit was still at its most excited stage. His eyes were red, and people turned upside down wherever he passed.

Even the most fanatical Meng Yuan warriors calmed down and showed awe when they looked at the young general.

Strong.

Be respected by everyone, even your enemies.

"Come together and kill him!!!!"

A Meng Yuan captain looked extremely sad. He called out his soldiers and swarmed up to attack Wei Polu.

"Come on!!!!" Wei Polu raised his face stained red with blood and showed a devilish smile. The horse spear in his hand came first and stabbed Captain Meng Yuan.

"He has been fighting for a long time, but he still has this kind of strength?!!!!!!" Captain Meng Yuan blocked the horse with his hand, but he could hardly hold the horse. His expression changed drastically and showed an incredible expression.

"Kill!!!!!" Wei Polu didn't know why he had such strong power, and he couldn't think. He could only kill, kill, kill.

Kill everyone in sight.

He roared violently, and with only three moves, he killed the Meng Yuan Thousand Commander. Just as he was about to charge forward and continue killing, his horse suddenly stumbled and he fell to the ground.

"Little General!!!!" The guardsmen on the left and right were shocked and shouted hurriedly.

"Hahahaha." After Wei Polu rolled off his horse, he stood up like a donkey. Without his horse, he pulled out the steel knife from his waist, laughed wildly, and rushed towards the person in front of him on foot.

Meng Yuan heavy armored soldiers with spears killed five more people.

Then, one of Wei Ru's soldiers picked up Wei Polu's horse-stem and presented the war horse. Wei Polu put the curled-edged steel sword back into its scabbard, took the horse-stem, turned over and continued the fierce battle.

This is a battlefield.

No matter high or low, wise or foolish.

All lives are equal, equally noble and equally humble.

Until the two sides decide the winner.

Become a king, lose and become a bandit.

Never take a step back.

Cannot withdraw.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded, which seemed uniform and yet extremely chaotic. As the sound of horse hooves sounded, the ground gradually began to tremble.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With the melodious sound of trumpets, ten thousand Slavic cavalry arrived on the battlefield.

Success or failure.
Chapter completed!