Daqin: The Imperial Human Slaughter, the beginning of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu

But at the moment of throwing it down, thousands of Huns wearing the armor of the Great Qin soldiers came out of those Huns somehow. Don't think about it, these armors must have been snatched back then, because the grassland people don't know how to make them.

There are also some shields. These Huns held up the shields, and they were not afraid of the stones and rolling logs of the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty.

"Young Master, the Xiongnu's attack is too fierce..."

"Even stones are useless..."

"What should we do now?"

While dodging the attack, the soldiers looked to Yingchen for help. Now, for them, Yingchen is the sky.

"Fire the bow and arrow for me." Yingchen swept away the soldiers.

These Huns have furs on their bodies, and furs are afraid of fire. Once burned, it is impossible to extinguish it.

The soldiers didn't dare to hesitate, turned around, lit their bows and arrows, and shot down.

Sure enough, this approach worked.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Shoot down with the bow and arrow.

Those Huns instantly caught fire.

"Ah ah ah..."

They kept rolling on the ground, screaming again and again.

But the Huns are not stupid. There is yellow sand everywhere outside the city, and a nest in the sand can quickly extinguish the flames.

Seeing the situation, Yingchen gritted his teeth: "Beat the drums and gather troops, and follow me out of the city to meet the enemy."

Since long-distance attacks can't be effective, they can only fight at close range. In this regard, the Qin people are the ancestors.

"Dong dong dong..."

A burst of war drums sounded.

Countless Great Qin soldiers gathered under the city gate.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was steady and powerful, rattling the city gate.

In less than a moment, rows of armored soldiers gathered under the city gate, some holding heavy crossbows or long spears, tens of thousands of people, neatly.

This is the tiger and leopard cavalry, which belongs to the fine cavalry, uses knives, swords, and guns, and is restrained against all types of arms.

The camp belongs to the heavy infantry, and uses weapons such as spears, large square blunts, and crossbows to restrain cavalry.

The dead soldiers who climbed first belonged to the heavy crossbowmen. They used large shields and heavy crossbows to restrain the cavalry.

On one side, there are tens of thousands of people also wearing armor, but what is unified is that all of them are riding tendon horses. This is the existence of the Great Qin Iron Cavalry, which once swept the six kingdoms.

There were four other men standing in front of these soldiers, Di Hang, who commanded the Qin Army, Cao Chun, who commanded the Tiger and Leopard Riders, Gao Shun, who commanded the trapped camp, and Ju Yi, who commanded the dead soldiers.

"Meet the young master..."

Thousands of people knelt down and shouted in unison.

The sound was long and loud, so spectacular.

Yingchen took a glance: "Get up."

Everyone got up.

"The Xiongnu invaded our Great Qin border, what do you think should be done?" Ying Chen swept across the crowd, raised his knife and shouted.

"Kill kill kill..."

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Okay..." Yingchen was very satisfied with everyone's performance, pointed his sword at the gate of the city: "All soldiers, follow me to the battle."

"Kill..."

With the gates opened, the drawbridge was lowered.

The blood-red tendon horse raised its hooves, and the man who looked like a god held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

Behind him, countless soldiers rushed out, holding their weapons high, with hideous faces.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a burst of war drums on the tower.

Listening to the sound, the soldiers kept tapping on the armor in front of them, and they were excited.

"Heavy crossbow preparation..." Ying Chen swept the front, although Huang Sha squinted his eyes, but still couldn't resist the fierceness in his eyes.

"Drink, drink..."

The trapped camp and the first dead soldier took a step forward, half-kneeling on the strongest side of the team, cocking their heavy crossbows, and aimed straight at the Huns cavalry.

"put……"

With a loud shout.

The heavy crossbow is like a locust crossing the border, heading straight for the horse.

As the saying goes, when you shoot a man, you shoot the horse first.

The Huns tendon horses are famous all over the world, which also makes the Huns superb riding skills, even if they fight on horseback, they can walk on flat ground.

But the crossbow is the weapon to restrain the cavalry.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Arm-thick crossbow arrows shot at the Huns like raindrops.

As soon as it touched his body, he heard screams.

"Ah ah ah..."

The man and the war horse were shot by the crossbow arrows, and they were directly torn in two. Blood spurted out, staining the red and yellow sand, and the minced meat twitched and struggled on the ground.

"Kill, kill this group of Qin dogs." A big man wearing a fur fur head waved a scimitar in his hand, and the totem on his ferocious face was clearly visible.

"Ouch..."

"Ouch..."

Countless Huns shouted and responded.

Holding the scimitars in their hands, they rushed towards Qin Jun.

The chaotic sound of horseshoes raises waves of yellow sand, captivating the sight.

In a trance, the whole earth seemed to be trembling.

"Fire arrows..."

There were bursts of bursts of shouting.

The heavy crossbow soldiers in the front row were replaced, and the heavy crossbow soldiers in the back stepped forward and repeated the action just now, and they all fired arrows together.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Heavy crossbows pass by overwhelmingly.

Those Hun soldiers who were riding tendon horses were directly torn apart, and some of them didn't even have time to scream, and turned into headless corpses.

The yellow sand was slowly being dyed red, and pieces of meat were everywhere.

"Shoot an arrow and kill Qin Gou..." Hun Zuo Dawei held up his scimitar. He was the vanguard in this battle. He wanted to be safe, but was blocked by Qin Gou.

"Shoot the arrow, turn left and right..."

"Ouch..."

The Xiongnu soldiers responded with swords.

Pulling the reins, the prairie tendon horse immediately turned its head around and outflanked the phalanx.

The generals of the Great Qin Dynasty can shoot arrows, so they can shoot arrows naturally, and they can shoot arrows even better.

As soon as the scimitar was retracted, the Xiongnu soldiers drew their bows and arrows from their horses, and shot directly at the heads of the Daqin soldiers.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Arrow rain gallops.

In an instant, dozens of people fell to the ground and convulsed.

You come and go with each other, it's so tragic.

The Xiongnu soldiers and horses belonged to light cavalry, and their bows and arrows were also relatively light. The effect of shooting on the armor of the Qin army was not very good.

To deal with scattered light cavalry, it is naturally easy to use light cavalry.

"Cao Chun, lead the tiger and leopard riders and me." Yingchen shouted, holding the green dragon knife high, and charged out first.

Under the yellow sand, black shadows suddenly moved.

Qinglong Yanyue knife came out like a pillar, and stabbed the Huns soldiers in the front row.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the armor in front of the Xiongnu soldier was torn open, the whole body was pierced, and blood flowed.

"drink……"

With a loud shout, the corpses of the Hun soldiers were lifted up in the air.

The blood flowed down the Qinglong Yanyue Knife until it stayed on Yingchen's arm, and he showed his white teeth: "Follow me to kill..."

"kill……"

"Kill..."

Cao Chun led the tiger and leopard riders to leap into the yellow sand.

Holding the spear high, he sprinted forward.

With the huge impact, the tiger cavalry officers shouted and rushed directly to the Huns cavalry.

"kill……"

The soldiers of the Qin army shouted loudly.

Aim at the Huns with the bow and crossbow in your hand, and you will surely hit them with one blow.

"This head is mine." One of Qin Jun's commanders raised his sword and laughed wildly. He leaned over and swung the long sword forward fiercely.