Daqin: The golden list came to the world, Zulong begged me to supervise the country

How many Hun warriors are there?How long can you keep swinging the knife?

These disorganized thoughts made Zhulou Qutang tremble for no reason.

He raised his head abruptly, and saw a long knife slashing straight down from above, with a whistling sound like a devil's cry.

The Hun soldier on his right took a step forward, and the horizontal knife held the knife, but when the two swords intersected, Qin Jun's scimitar shook slightly and broke.

The Xiongnu soldier raised the horse, and as the horse's hooves fell, he used his strength to chop again, splitting the Qin army's head from the center into two pieces.

That man was one of the ten commanders.

But the current him is indeed pale, and there are many scars on his body, from which blood flows out.

It was pitch black to the extreme.

The moonlight is getting weaker and weaker, and the dawn is about to bloom.

The commander pulled Zhulou Qutang up, and slightly anxiously asked, "My lord, why haven't our reinforcements arrived yet?"

But looking at the bitter face of Zhulou Qutang under the moonlight, he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

But he was no longer allowed to think about it.

The tidal wave of Qin Jun had already rushed forward, the commander roared and took a step forward, slashed at the neck of a Qin Jun with a knife, and pressed down with all his strength while holding the knife in both hands!
Beast-like unwillingness and rage enveloped Zhulou Qutang's heart, and he rushed forward to face Qin Jun's blade.

The moment the knife hit his shoulder, he raised his hand and grabbed the Qin Jun's wrist, locked the long knife, and then his broken scimitar drew a chilling arc in the air, and the one holding the knife hand cut off.

Zhulou Qutang took another step, and pierced the Qin Jun's lower abdomen with all his strength.

It seems that with the death and blood, the bloodthirsty and fighting spirit in the hearts of the Hun soldiers has been completely activated.

Thousands of them were struggling to kill, and the Qin army formation that could have surrounded them was pulled out of a ditch by them at this moment!
And there was no panic on Han Zhongyan's face.

Now, the loss of the Qin army is less than a thousand people, and the casualties of the Huns are more than three times that of theirs!
The Xiongnu army, which already had less than 9000 people left, now has less than 5000 people left!
However, at this moment, in one direction, the roar of a steed suddenly sounded.

Many Hun soldiers thought it was the arrival of reinforcements, and looked up in surprise.

But what greeted them was Sen Han's long knife!

The trapped camp led by Wang Ben appeared on the battlefield like a ghost at this moment!
No one found out when they appeared, but when they found out, the long knife had already passed the neck.

"Trap into the camp, kill!" Wang Ben roared and rushed into the battlefield.

At this moment, Zhulou Qutang's complexion changed instantly.

He never thought that the person who appeared here would be Daqin's emperor's teacher, trapped in the camp!
The emergence of the trapping camp is like a divine power descending into the world.

The Xiongnu soldiers were already tired, and they had almost no power to resist in front of the elite camp without any attrition!

Like a god of death, wherever they pass, the lives of the Huns will be ruthlessly harvested!

Wang Ben's suppressed fighting spirit was fully released at this moment.

The long knife in his hand ruthlessly harvested the lives of the Huns army!
"Kill!" Han Zhongyan shouted violently.

The leading general should have been sitting in the tent and commanding from afar.

But for the glory of the empire, for his own glory, how could he be willing to stay behind the army!

Han Chongyan had already made the deployment. This battle was expected by Qin Jun, and it was also a battle with all his strength!
The armor on his body has been stained with blood.

Today's Zhulou Qutang can no longer feel tired, nor can he feel the pain from the wound on his shoulder. He can't tell whether the blood on his body is his own or the enemy's. He no longer thinks when the strength of this army will be exhausted. He thinks this is the survival rule of their Hun warriors: as long as they are alive, keep swinging their swords!

As long as the last man is alive on the battlefield, the army is not dead!
I do not know how long it has been.

The twilight of dawn has spread over the entire grassland.

But now, the roar of the Huns is extremely weak.

Zhulou Qutang stuck the blunt long knife into the lawn, and knelt down on one knee weakly.

There was killing intent in his eyes, but now, he didn't have any strength to support him to continue fighting.

The Huns warriors were almost killed.

As for the Qin army, the fighting spirit became more and more high, and the killing became more decisive.

Zhulou Qutang slowly raised his head, looking at the light that appeared in the distant sky, a smile slowly appeared on his chapped lips.

If they die like this, their honor will be trampled underfoot by Qin Jun.

Watching those Hun soldiers fall one by one and be trampled.Those brave warriors, whose bones were broken and blood flowed, few people would remember their names, even if the Huns won the final victory in this war.

Huge anger was biting Lou Qutang's heart like a snake's venom, and surrounded him with a feeling he had never felt before. He couldn't help but roar, and Qin Jun was reduced to ashes in his roar.

Tread!

The sound of horseshoes keeps approaching.

The long knife was brandished, blood spattered!

The blood splashed brilliant colors in the air, just like a painter likes to splash paint on white silk to paint, beautiful, empty, and sad.

The headless corpse fell, and the last Hun warrior was beheaded by Han Zhongyan!

The sound of fighting has completely disappeared.

The exhausted Qin Jun collapsed on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.

Breathing the living air almost greedily.

The corpses of the Huns were all over the ground.

The Xiongnu army did not flee, but all died in battle before their glory.

And next, Daqin will set foot on their glory!

The sun is rising.

"Fix!"

A passionate military order sounded.

Han Zhongyan got off the white horse, his body already covered with blood.

On his shoulders, there are two arrows.

The Huns are well-deserved of their reputation in cavalry and archery. Even he was hit by two arrows.

If he hadn't dodged in time, Han Zhongyan might have been killed directly.

Han Zhongyan looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at Juxu Mountain not far away, wanting to laugh, but when the corner of his mouth pulled, a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from his body.

But this kind of pain does not bring pain, but pleasure!

A joy to express depression!

From today onwards, Han Zhongyan's name will be engraved in the hearts of the Qin army and the Huns!

This figure who looks like a god of war, in this war, used his ability to predict things like a god, and won this war without any suspense!
The death-injury ratio between the Qin army and the Huns reached a terrifying one to four!

The Xiongnu had nearly [-] troops, but in the end Daqin's casualties were less than [-]!
Han Zhongyan, will be a rising star of Daqin!
……

boom!
At the foot of Juxu Mountain, the camp wall of the Huns camp was knocked down.

A group of Qin troops walked side by side.

In their hands, the long knives and spears shone with a dazzling cold light.

Han Xin walked out of the tent.

Looking at the vast grassland, he finally smiled at this moment.

Swish!
He pulled out the Qin sword from his waist and held it high above his head.

A somewhat majestic voice resounded throughout the camp.

"From now on, only I, Da Qin!"