Chapter 325: Seducing the Enemy (I)

"Not good..." The ancient Taoist beard on the tower suddenly changed his expression, and he whispered: "Hero, order to attack."

"yes……"

With the loud sound, a tall red flag flew in the wind.

A general of the central army could see clearly. He silently put on his helmet, rode out, and whispered: "Brothers from our department, follow me."

His voice was extremely loud and spread from afar, with a rumbling sound.

Five thousand cavalry followed him and slowly rushed towards the famous Golden Wolf Army.

The Hami Tserb naturally would not show any weakness in the Han army's first provocation.

As the banner was revealed, Awahan sneered, waved his hand, and the same five thousand iron cavalry slowly walked upwards.

The speed of both sides gradually accelerated, and the frequency of horse hooves galloped faster.

The knights in the front row could clearly see the other party's crazy and ferocious face. They raised their saber in their hands and slashed them hard face to face.

The second team of cavalry collided hard in the middle of the battlefield. It was an unparalleled powerful momentum that no one could bear.

Due to the limitation of terrain, the Huns' guerrilla tactics that were best at cannot be fully utilized, but in this frontal confrontation, they were not as weak as ever.

The sound of jinglings of weapons intersecting, the wailing sound of horses falling down, and the pain of the pain before the moment came.

The Han generals had bright eyes, and he personally led a large army to fight bravely. The five thousand men under him were his most proud warriors. Facing the extremely powerful enemy, they launched a craze of attack without hesitation.

He is the number one warrior of the Cheng family's 100,000 private soldiers, and his name is Xu Xiongfei.

"bite……"

The loud sound of metal and iron fighting was deafening.

Xu Xiongfei raised his eyes, and his big hand holding the spear felt sore and numb. The other party had such strength, even if he could not help but tremble in his heart.

"Good arm strength."

A heroic voice came into his ears, and a Hun general was yelling at him with grinning.

Xu Xiongfei didn't say anything, so he took advantage of the two horses intertwined and shot him with a backhand, and he almost stabbed the opponent's chest and abdomen like lightning.

However, the gun was halfway through, and it happened to hit the opponent's turnaround.

The crisp sound came into the ears, and the two of them swayed slightly at the same time. The iron cavalry rushed, and their figures instantly disappeared into the endless sea of ​​people.

"Who is the Han general?" Awahan asked loudly.

"Xu Xiongfei."

With a loud shout, he picked up a silver spear in his hand, and a Hun was picked up by him and fell heavily to the ground.

Personal bravery is always small in large-scale wars. Whether Xu Xiongfei is willing to admit it or not, his troops are still far behind the same number of Golden Wolf Army, and it is not a little bit.

The Huns were born on horseback and were good at riding and shooting. They were indeed like commanding horses. Looking at the world, no one has the same level.

After a head-on confrontation, the warriors of the Cheng family occupied the majority.

The Huns' horse team suddenly scattered out, and the cavalry outside drew their bows and arrows, and shot a life-chasing arrow on the bumpy horse's back.

The soldiers of the Cheng family were obviously prepared, and they also used their colors. However, the same tactics showed different results.

The Cheng family's soldiers were far more likely to be caught than the Huns.

In this melee, the Huns had an absolute advantage without any dispute.

In the Huns' camp, Hami frowned, and he had no idea about Gu Daoyan's actions.

The two armies fought in a proper manner, and the commanders of both sides made no mistakes.

If this continues, the only one who can achieve the final victory is the better-skilled Huns.

Gu Daoyan cannot understand this principle, so where is his hand-to-hand?

If it cannot be found, then it is still unknown who will win the battle today.

"Strange." Maodun kept watching the situation in the field and suddenly frowned.

Hami Tsu was stunned and asked, "What's strange?"

Maodun shook his head and said, "It's okay that these southern barbarian archers are skilled, but why are their combat methods so familiar?"

Hami Thorns looked carefully and found that although their cloaks were different from those of the Golden Wolf Army, they were all light armor, sabers, and crossbows.

Their equipment was also very familiar. Hami Tsui looked dazed for a moment. Just now, he thought he had returned to more than 20 years ago.

At that time, he had just assisted Maodun ascended the position of Shanyu, and led his troops to defeat the Di hero Nan Yiliao. He then sent troops south and pointed directly to the Central Plains. It was the time when he was full of energy, hesitation and complacent, and arrogant.

However, at this moment, he met the old Tao beard of the Sky Eagle Legion, the biggest opponent in his life.

The two sides fought for several months, and he suffered the first defeat in his life. This battle made him completely awake and never dared to underestimate the people in the world again.

"Teacher, Sky Eagle Legion."

Ha Jie's voice rang behind him.

Turning his head, he heard him say in a deep voice: "At least 30% of them are all veterans of the Sky Eagle Legion."

With a bitter smile, Hami sighed: "Gu Daoyan has taken great pains to make the Cheng family."

Nearly 30% of the veterans of the retired Sky Eagle Legion were in the battle with the Golden Wolf Army.

For more than 20 years, Gu Daoyan has been constantly arranging soldiers to restore them. In fact, those who were not known did not return to their homes, but were directly recruited by the Cheng family.

If it weren't for this, Gu Daoyan wouldn't have put them in the central army with peace of mind.

The soldiers of the Huanglong Legion were angry. They made up their formation, unsheathed their swords and rolled their arrows.

They received the command of the commander - kill.

The Huns must be killed until they are left without leaving any armor.

However, at this time, Chi Duo raised his sword eyebrows. He waved his hand gently, as if he had waved an insignificant mosquito on his arm.

The soldiers around them understood it. They ran to the remaining hundreds of large cars, pulled off the curtains, and drove out a group of ragged civilians from the car.

The crying and scolding sounds mixed together, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Liu Zhengmin's tiny face suddenly turned pale. Not only him, but all the generals around him, the 50,000 soldiers of the Huanglong Legion, changed their faces.

The Huns waved their horse whips behind the people and beat them hard, driving them to the front of the army.

No one can guess who they are.

"Call it, call your relatives back. Chiduo is still the same old saying. Treat everyone equally and never pursue it."

There was a hint of coldness in Chi Duo's eyes. Zhang Zihua's knife did not take his life, but made him realize something.

After all, the Han Dynasty and the Huns are two completely different nations. Whatever they say is equal is simply a superficial article.

Between them, there is a bloody feud that has accumulated over hundreds of years. It is impossible to fill this trench.

The only option is the extinction of one side, or the assimilation of the conquered.

What he is going to do at this moment is the latter. This is the national policy set by Hami Tsai, and no one can violate it.

The warriors of the Yellow Dragon Legion hesitated, and their eyes were no longer firm.

Their hands holding the weapons trembled a little, and the open bowstrings silently took them back.

In front of them, they were not the fierce and cruel Huns, but their relatives, their relatives who remained in the capital of the Han Dynasty.

Most of the soldiers of the Huanglong Legion were drawn from near the capital and served in the army. Once they were promoted to a hundred people, their parents and relatives would be brought into the capital to resettlement.

In name, he is compassionate to the generals, but he has never had the role of threatening to be a hostage.

Among the 50,000 Yellow Dragon Legion here, there are 500,000 people, 50,000 people, and 50,000 people. In addition, all the soldiers and families who were originally from the capital were secretly escorted to Taiyuan by Hamishu, and the battle was today.

The Huns drove away these unarmed people and slowly moved towards the direction of the Huanglong Legion.

"Commander, what should we do?"

Although I was trying to calm down, the trembling voice could not hide the panic in my heart.

Liu Zhengmin turned his head and looked at a 1000-kira who was behind him, his face was also bloodless.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and a thin layer of water mist suddenly appeared in Liu Zhengmin's eyes. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and gently wiped away the tears that represented cowardly.

However, when he raised his head again, there was no hesitation in his eyes, just like the straight pine and cypress, his waist was straight.

"Transfer, the crossbowman prepares."

With a gentle movement, ten thousand people reached out to hold Liu Zhengmin and asked anxiously and sadly: "General, think twice..."

He looked at him coldly, and Liu Zhengmin's tone became colder: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety are hard to be both loyal and loyal to the country, or abandon his troops and surrender. You... choose for yourself."

Silently retracted the hand that was holding his boss, and the muscles on his face kept twitching.

"Bow and arrow, prepare..."

Almost gritted his teeth, the expressions of thousands of people suddenly became stern. He stared at the group of young and old who were gradually approaching, his eyes full of sadness.

From the bottom of him, all the generals' faces were extremely ugly. Their eyes were no longer persistent and firm, but confused.

The voices of thousands of people stopped in shock. The word "hai" seemed to have a power of tens of millions of pounds, which made him wander around his mouth, but he could never say it.

After moving, the four-tribe coalition forces finally moved.

They mobilized the horses and gradually approached following the stumbled people.

Wang Honghan's hands were covered in sweat. In such a situation, the Yellow Dragon Legion could no longer rely on him, so how would he choose?
Chapter completed!