The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Soon, Cha Yuanzhen's order was brought to the battlefield.

After several hours of fighting, the Hu Ma soldiers not only suffered heavy casualties, but were also exhausted at this moment.

Although this kind of high-intensity fighting will make the body full of strength at the beginning, the accumulated fatigue will become more and more serious as time goes by.

not to mention.....

They were no match at all and could not even launch an effective counterattack.

On the battlefield, a Huma soldier looked at the military horses in front of him. He wiped the blood from his eyes. His dim eyes were full of despair, and a deep feeling of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

His body was covered in blood, but the blood did not come from the enemy on the opposite side, but from his companions.

In the previous battle, he carefully avoided the heavy armored cavalry, but was overtaken by a group of light cavalry. A hundred steps away, his companions were hit by the crossbow arrows fired one after another.

These short crossbow arrows are like poisonous snakes in the dark. One can be shot from somewhere unexpectedly, making it impossible to guard against it.

Although the crossbow arrow is short, the arrow is still sharp. Once it hits the body, there is no way to take it out, and a large amount of blood will flow out. Of course, the most important thing is the heartbreaking pain.

The severe pain that penetrated their bones and marrow even made them unable to lift the knife in their hands.

But at this moment, when he heard the news of the withdrawal of troops from behind, his gray eyes finally glowed with a glimmer of light.

As a Huma warrior, the thought of retreat almost never occurred to him, but now, he was eager to escape the battlefield.

Countless corpses lay scattered in front of them, with broken heads, broken limbs, brains splattered everywhere, and blood flowing horizontally. Drops of blood seeped into the soil, giving off a black and red color.

The intestines flowed out from the broken abdominal cavity, glowing with a faint white air under the autumn sun.

The pool of blood that gathered into a pit was mixed with meat paste from an unknown part.

It was left by those who were trampled by that iron cavalry.

Headless corpses were lying on the ground in various weird postures, and many of them had their hands and feet turned upside down.

Sometimes the fallen head rolled on the ground, and the blood-stained face had eyes that had lost their vitality and were already a little gray.

The grass has lost its original color and is still crimson.

This place has become a purgatory, a Shura field.

Although it was late autumn, the wind was already cold enough. It brought the strong smell of blood, which was almost like substance, straight into his nose, destroying his will to fight and erasing his hope of survival bit by bit.

He raised his tired head and looked at the enemy opposite.

They seemed to have endless strength in their bodies, still wielding knives, still carrying guns, still shooting arrows, and still killing.

"Retreat quickly!!"

A shout from behind suddenly woke him up from his depressed mood. He took a deep breath, hurriedly pulled the reins, and galloped towards the rear.

At the same time, he shouted with his hoarse throat: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The joy of surviving the catastrophe made him extremely excited, and another strength seemed to emerge from his tired body.

He kicked the horse's belly vigorously, hoping that it could run faster and take him away from the battlefield quickly, escaping from this purgatory-like battlefield.

"Quick! Run! Horse!"

Whimpering words came out of his mouth, and his hands were shaking due to the lack of strength, and he almost couldn't hold the reins.

The war horse was bleeding profusely and had several crossbow arrows stuck in it, but it was running very fast at this moment.

At this time, a cold voice came from a distance.

"Fire arrows!"

His eyes narrowed and he turned his head with difficulty to look back.

Then his face gradually raised, and the last trace of look in his eyes disappeared.

In the sky, there are bows and arrows that cover the sky and the sunset...

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"Don't let them escape! Shoot the arrows!" Huo Qubing yelled.

The archers nocked their bows and nocked arrows, and shot out one after another. Each bow and arrow could make these Huma soldiers lose their fighting spirit and flee in a complete rout!

Bows and arrows roared down from the sky like a rainstorm, and arrows flew in the sky.

The fearless Hubao Cavalry and Beiwei Army soldiers had their faces stained with blood, their eyes showed the heroic spirit of a fight to the death, and they kept waving their bloody weapons in their hands.

A large number of Hu Ma soldiers fell to death in a pool of blood, and behind them there were people with swords raised. The sound of fighting and the sound of jingo resounded throughout the world, and everything you could see was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which made your hair and bones tremble.

The fighting continued and did not stop because of the Hu Ma soldiers' retreat.

They are chasing!

It was getting late, and the grassland had fallen into darkness.

A horn sounded then, and then it became quiet.

Qin Ze looked at Huo Qubing, Wei Qing, and Yue Fei riding towards them. After fighting for a long time, their bodies were covered in blood and their hair and beards were messy, but they still held weapons tightly in their hands.

When the three of them arrived beside Qin Ze, Yue Fei panted slightly and then said:

"Lord, Huma's remaining troops have fled back to the military camp."

Qin Ze nodded slightly, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's stop here today. They have already killed a lot of people. Let's fight again tomorrow!"

The three of them nodded, "Yes, Lord!"

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At night, a bonfire was lit in the Beihu military camp.

In the blazing firelight, Cha Yuanzhen's face was extremely pale, and the temperature of the flames could no longer cover his gradually cold heart.

A general with a bloody face was kneeling on the ground reporting the battle situation to Cha Yuanzhen.

His eyes were lowered and his voice was trembling:

"Your Majesty, according to incomplete statistics, in today's battle, all the 50,000 shield soldiers have been killed, no one survived, and there are not many archers left."

"Including other soldiers and horses, it would be... hundreds of thousands of people died..." At this point, his eyes began to turn red, his tone became more and more trembling, and his cold hands trembled slightly. stand up.

He couldn't tell whether it was due to the fight that caused him to lose strength, or whether it was the fear in his heart caused by the enemy's intimidation.

Cha Yuanzhen frowned tightly. After listening to the report, he lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows. His messy hair fell from his forehead, like an old lion.

Tu Shadong on the side clenched his hands into fists, his body was trembling, and his face was white. He bit the corner of his mouth so tightly that bloodshot eyes appeared.

In the big tent, the other generals also lowered their heads and fell into silence.

Previously, they had been drinking and having fun here happily, happily talking about their dream of annihilating Qin Ze and marching into Daqian. But now, after experiencing this great defeat, those previous words now seem so ridiculous. .

After a long time, Cha Yuanzhen raised his head. After looking around at everyone, he said:

"How many people did Qin Ze's troops lose?"

The general lowered his head and hesitated: "The pursuit was too fierce, and... I didn't have time to see."

"I think there are probably... thousands... thousands of people."

As soon as he said this, Cha Yuanzhen's face suddenly turned red. He stood up suddenly and shouted angrily:

"Thousands of people?"

"Thousands of people!!!"

"How could I only kill thousands of people when I lost half of my troops?"

The generals lowered their heads and remained silent.

Cha Yuanzhen's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he roared angrily:

"say something!"

"Obviously we have far more soldiers and horses than them, why can't we defeat them?"

"why why!"