Fantastical, started with Beiliang, signed with Zhao Gao

"Flash, flash away"

Looking at the fierce and murderous Zhao Bianqi, the face of the Hun general who was originally relieved instantly turned pale.

It's not that he doesn't want to organize people to fight forward, anyway, they are dead anyway, why not pull a few backs.

But when he saw Zhao Bianqi, who was galloping on horseback, uniform in appearance, indifferent and ruthless.

He couldn't muster up the courage to order the soldiers to charge.

"Out of the knife"

Niu Jian, who took the lead, shouted loudly to Zhao Bianqi who was behind him.

clang clang

A handful of scimitars that shone with silver light were drawn out of their sheaths in an instant.

"Beheading"

Niu Jian led Zhao Bianqi into the Huns army in an instant.

swish

Streams of blood gushed out among the Huns army.

Those blood-stained scimitars kept waving on the battlefield.

The Xiongnu army, which had been gathered with great difficulty, collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Bianqi, who had already killed his red eyes, launched charges again and again under the leadership of Niu Jian, and finally penetrated the broken Huns army when the elite Huns left the battlefield.

"charge"

Niu Jian charged at the Xiongnu elite who had not had time to retreat.

Like a killing machine, Zhao Bianqi rushed into the elite of the Huns and started killing.

……

When the ray of orange sunlight appeared in the sky, the killing finally came to an end.

On the battlefield like purgatory on earth, a Zhao Bianqi who had signed a horse and held a scimitar in his hand was spreading out in all directions, making up for the Huns who were still alive on the battlefield.

This is a habit they have developed all along.

It can not only save those who are seriously injured from suffering, but also save them a lot of trouble.

When the sun rose, Zhao Bianqi also regrouped.

"Walk"

Niu Jian gently turned the horse's head and walked slowly in the direction where the Huns were retreating.

After watching the fierce Zhao Bianqi leave, those soldiers who were sent to collect the corpses from Beibei City dared to show their heads.

"It's terrible. These are hundreds of thousands of Huns. If you say kill them, you will kill them."

A soldier who rejected the North City said with a look of fear.

You must know that because of Li Mu, they never gave Zhao Bianqi a good face.

Thinking about it now, they all felt chills in their backs, and felt that they were really walking around behind closed doors.

"What is this? A Zhao Bianqi glanced at me just now, and I felt my scalp go numb, as if he was the reincarnation of a murderous god."

"Thinking about doing things under this group of killing gods in the future, I feel my feet go weak."

"Why don't we run away, anyway, they have already left, the world is so big, I don't believe there is no place for us."

"If you want to die, don't kill us. These killing gods are gone, but don't forget that there are still a group of killing gods in Jubei City."

But the soldiers who were collecting the corpses didn't know that not far from them, a group of snare killers with cold eyes were watching their every move.

And what happened in Jubei City was spreading to the holy capitals of the three holy dynasties with lightning speed.

The speed of its spread made the spies, spies, and intelligence personnel of the three holy dynasties feel horrified, and their hairs stood on end.

There is no channel of transmission, no source of transmission, and no purpose of transmission.

Just overnight, the message spread and disseminated simultaneously in the three pilgrimages.

And the matter related to rejecting the North City has been extended to countless versions, there are lies in the truth, and the truth in the false, making people unable to distinguish what is true and what is false.

It was as if an invisible black hand was pushing everything forward, plotting something.