The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Suddenly, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and his thick, callused palm was already quietly holding the handle of the knife.

For a moment, those generals were stunned by those eyes, and quickly clasped their fists together, silently choosing to join forces. After all, they are not of the same blood as the Han people, they are not of our race, and their hearts are to be punished!

Rumbling steps stepped on the ground, there were miserable cries and screams everywhere, and endless figures on both sides fled frantically out of the county.

Gold, silver and jewels were scattered all over the ground. When the crazy soldiers saw it, they gasped with excitement, and crazy bloodshot eyes began to appear in their eyes.

Miserable wailing sounds continued to be heard throughout the city, and fear pervaded all parts of the county.

At this time, even the leader of Wuhuan and Xianbei could no longer stop the chaotic army.

To be able to ruin a county like this in one night is like a purgatory on earth, which simply confirms a sentence.

Bandits pass like a comb, soldiers pass like a grate!

The people in the county town have fully understood the meaning of this sentence, which made them terrified and made them dare not resist in the slightest when facing the blade.

The leader looked ferociously at the generals who had rushed back under his command, and there was a look of madness all over his body, his eyes as big as copper bells were bloodshot.

Now that it can't be stopped, let's make this chaos even crazier, the leader shouted with a fierce look on his face.

For a moment, all the generals under his command panted heavily, their eyes were reddened even more, the desire in their hearts had been completely seduced, and at this moment, following the leader's order, they shouted excitedly.

As the leader issued orders one by one, the soldiers in the county surged like an engine, and the wind swept across the entire county like fallen leaves.

The faces of these robbers did not fluctuate at all, and their eyes were even more cold and colorless.

His heart, which had been boiling hot, began to cool down. Regarding the tragedy he had personally committed before him, his heart was full of complexity, sympathy, and intolerance, which finally turned into crazy motivation.

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Thousands of troops exuding a murderous aura rushed out, following the scarlet figure and galloping across the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A mass of troops gleaming with murderous aura was waiting in front of them, and black smoke was already billowing from their former camp in the distance.

The bright sunshine pierced the eyes, but there was a chilling and dull look in the cold wind, which made people feel helpless.

It wasn't until they received news that there were Han cavalry not far away that they refrained from killing and gathered in one place again.

The Wuhuan and Xianbei generals also had their own thoughts in their eyes, and the leader looked even more hesitant, thinking about gains and losses.

If he was in the past, he would definitely do this immediately, but now his status is different, and his mentality is also different.

In troubled times, only food and soldiers are the foundation of standing.

Power has gradually corrupted his former ambitions, and he only wants to retain his current status at this time, and at the same time he doesn't want to lose his power.

To train a qualified cavalryman, it takes a mother on the prairie to spend 20 years of hard work, but a small cluster of arrows can make all of these disappear, so if it is not necessary, he will never Let the cavalry under him head-on to attack the city of the Han people, the price of doing that is too high!

How many Han people are there, and how many are there? I know very well in my heart that even if they exchange ten for one of themselves, they can easily wipe out their people.

Compared with killing, he pays more attention to personal authority!

Of course, they are now in a difficult position to ride a tiger. When encountering the forces of the Han people, they must take the initiative to attack and use a big victory to ensure the interests of everyone.

However, the leader will not easily consume the main force under his command, even if he sends out troops, he must pull everyone together!

"Now that things have happened, do any of you back down? If not, the city will be slaughtered first, and then the army will be transferred to the north to destroy the Han army and continue to invade!"

The leader with brutal pupils glared at the generals under his command with a ferocious look on his face.

The eyes were filled with a violent murderous look.

The generals froze in their hearts, and after looking at each other, there was a wry smile on the corner of their mouths, but their eyes were full of excitement.

If they had received this order in the past, they would definitely have looked excited, but the leader's tone filled them with fear. With a numb scalp, they directly shouted in a deep voice: "The last general dare not dare, but obey the general's orders!"

The familiar leader has changed, and the change has made people start to feel a sense of fear in their hearts. Although they still worship and respect as before, they have a little more fearful respect.

However, they are not kind people, and those who kill decisively without the slightest hesitation are the ones who achieve great things.

Of course, these irascible guys are decisive in killing. To the commander, they are like a knife hanging above their heads. If they are used well, they will be a great help. If they are not used well, they will be a knife to bleed.

Following the roar of the leader's evil face, all the generals under his command clasped their fists and shouted to send troops to crusade.

Looking at the high-spirited generals under his command, the leader's expression of feigned anger finally eased.

"Leader, don't worry, I'm willing to send troops to help the leader to wipe out the Han people!" Jia Xiongkuo, a strong general from Wuhuan, clad in a wrought copper armor, yelled angrily with a face full of fortitude.

Seeing that Jiaxiongkuo came out first, the brave general Qiu Damu stood up, not to be outdone, and shouted: "Boss, the last general is willing to be the vanguard!"

Seeing the aura of common hatred among the generals under his command, the corner of the leader's mouth curled up slightly, his face flushed, and he shouted: "Hahaha, a certain general under his command is like a cloud, so why worry about those gangsters like Hangou."

890 The Four Young Generals Encourage

"Kill!" The battle flags of the Xianbei and Wuhuan tribes fluttered in the wind, and tens of thousands of black troops advanced towards the city wall.

The monstrous murderous aura seemed to be condensed into substance, which was extremely terrifying. This was momentum, and it was formed by tens of thousands of people.

???? In battle, the comparison is not only personal strength, but also the morale of the army, that is, power.

If the enemy's fighting spirit is high, but your own army is sluggish, then the side with high fighting spirit will definitely win a big victory.

Where there is fighting, there is always death. The soldiers of Bingzhou in this unknown small city don't know what is waiting for them.

?? But they knew very well that after a big battle later on, many people would lie in this desolate open space and never have a chance to look at the blue sky.

Because the leader of the foreign tribe outside is leading the army of Xianbei and Wuhuan to move forward, and the goal is to attack the city.

They were not the first to be attacked, nor would they be the last in the eyes of these foreigners.

The battle has been going on for a while, and now, the opponent is coming again.

The leader of the opponent rode to a place only three or four hundred steps away from the small town, and he raised his arm.

The soldiers of Wuhuan and Xianbei stopped immediately.

Accompanied by a roar of war horses stomping their feet, a thick cloud of smoke and dust immediately filled the scene.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the figures of the Xianbei Wuhuan cavalry gradually became clear in the sight of the defenders at the top of the city.

These Hu cavalry were ready to fight one by one, the whole battlefield was armed with swords and guns, and the horses neighed.

"Again, attack!"

The leader let people blow the desolate horn. The sound of the horn, the sound of killing, the sound of cursing, and the sound of horses were mixed together, full of tragedy.The blood completely aroused the fierceness of the Xianbei and Wuhuan people, and they rushed towards the small Han city in all directions.

"Shoot the arrows!" the young general defending the city roared.