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

Seeing that all the Huns were about to flee, Yingchen couldn't control too much, and rushed into the crowd with the Qinglong Yanyue knife.

No matter what, these guys must be held back.

Even if it can't be delayed, more Huns must be killed, at least to avenge the soldiers who died in battle.

"what……"

Yingchen waved the Qinglong Yanyue Knife and kept sweeping in front of his eyes. At this moment, he was like a huge meat grinder, constantly stirring the animals in front of him.

Minced meat, blood...

Fly across the air.

He seemed to be insane, blood was all over his body, and he didn't know whose it was. From the corner of his eyes, bloodthirsty eyes could be faintly seen.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of headless corpses fell to the ground and twitched.

"devil……"

"This must be a devil who escaped from the shaman..."

The soldiers of the Huns looked at Yingchen who was covered in blood and kept trembling. They were really scared. They had never seen such a bloodthirsty person.

"what……"

Seeing that Yingchen was still killing wildly, the Huns behind hurriedly rode their horses to the grassland. They didn't want to lose their lives here, and they didn't want to fight the devil, because they couldn't win at all.

Some clever Hun soldiers escaped.

But those who were forced to stay by Yingchen were miserable. Before they could escape, their chests felt cold, and the Qinglong Yanyue knife slashed across their bodies, their bodies were torn apart, and the grass was stained red with blood.

The minced meat was spread all over the ground, with dead heads and minced meat everywhere.

No one survived.

No one survived under him.

Yingchen spit out the blood plasma in his mouth, wiped the blood on his face, put it in his hand and sniffed it, for some reason, he actually felt a little like this feeling.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task, reward for refining the stirrup technique..."

There was a mechanical sound.

The corners of Yingchen's mouth twitched, coupled with the eye-catching plasma, it was a demon, a demon released from hell.

"My lord..."

There was the sound of hoofs.

Cao Chun and others led the troops and rushed over.

"My lord, are you alright?" Gao Shun stepped forward to check Yingchen's body, and seeing that he was not injured, he asked, "Where are those beasts?"

Yingchen didn't speak, and pointed to the distance.

Everyone looked in the distance, but could only see blurred figures, and couldn't see anything else clearly.

"How do those beasts run so fast? My lord, are you still chasing them?" Cao Chun gritted his teeth in displeasure. Back then he often beat up alien races, and he had a kind of hatred for them.

"There's no need to chase. The Huns just lost their morale and retreated suddenly. Moreover, this time the Huns came only as vanguards. There are probably a large number of people behind. Even if they chase them, there is not much chance of winning."

Yingchen swept away the crowd, wiped the plasma on his face, and continued: "Notify everyone to be vigilant these few days, and clean the battlefield first."

After speaking, he stepped on the red rabbit and ran towards the tower, followed by Cao Chun and others.

Some soldiers of the Qin army stayed to clean the battlefield, because there was what they wanted most.

The left ear of the Huns.

........................

The cold wind howled.

The grassland seemed to be covered with hoarfrost overnight.

"Drive by..."

A team of tens of thousands of people roared past here.

In normal times, these Hun soldiers would have shouted twice.

But now, all these Hun soldiers lowered their heads and remained silent.

Almost all of them were wounded, and some of them were even mutilated, with crossbow bolts stuck in their bodies, and the plasma coagulated in the wounds, which was horrible.

"Hurry up, damn it, and pass the news back to the tribe..." The Xiongnu soldiers who walked in the front raised their eyebrows and shouted. He was Shangzha, the right leader of the Huns, and he was the subordinate of Captain Zuo who was killed today.

Among these people, he was the most seriously injured, with one arm broken and two Qin crossbow arrows stuck in his chest, but even so, he still hurried on with all his strength.

Prairie man, never say never.

This is the belief of the prairie people.

"Shaman bless..." He murmured in his heart, clamped his legs, and accelerated with all his strength.

The soldiers behind were shivering from the cold wind, but they didn't dare to hesitate, because they knew that if they stopped now, they would die.

"Drive by..."

The prairie men shouted loudly and accelerated crazily.

I don't know how long it took.

They vaguely saw hundreds of large tents.

"Ahead is the tent of the virtuous king... Hurry up..." The leading man turned his head and shouted, the joy in his words couldn't be concealed.

"Ouch..."

Everyone was overjoyed and rushed to the big tent with all their strength.

After a while.

Everyone came to the big tent.

"Call..."

"Call...

Reining in the horses, everyone dismounted and ran into the big tent.

"Shang Zha, are you back? How about the siege today?" A man stepped forward to say hello, but he saw Shang Zha's injuries, a broken arm, and the appearance of his subordinates.

His face changed slightly, and he said, "Shang Zha, what's going on?"

Shang Zha took a long breath and gritted his teeth: "Go and see the virtuous king first."

The person who came didn't say anything, seeing his disfigured face, he had vaguely guessed it.

Entering the big tent, there are bonfires all around. There are two people sitting on the upper seat, one on the left and the other on the right. They are the sage kings on the left and right. There are also a group of officers sitting on the bottom. On the table are all kinds of beef and mutton, as well as women from the Central Plains.

"Meet the two virtuous kings..."

Without saying a word, Shang Zha stepped forward and knelt down on the ground.

Originally, there were talking and laughing in the big tent, some were talking about the war ahead, and some were still reaching out to do some beastly deeds. When interrupted by this, everyone turned to look at Shangzha with curiosity on their faces.

"Shang Zha, what's going on?" Zuo Xianwang Chai Hou stood up suddenly, stared at Shang Zha and scolded.

"You two virtuous kings, today I was ordered to attack the city tower of Beidi County, but Yingchen killed Captain Zuo..."

"what……"

"The captain is dead?

Before the words were finished, there was a burst of exclamation, and the faces of the Xiongnu officials sitting around were full of surprise.

Zuo Xianwang Chai Lu strode forward, grabbed Shang Zha by the collar, and stared: "What did you say? 6 people didn't even capture a small county? And killed my captain?"

Although the official position of the captain is not very high, he can be regarded as a general. He commands thousands of people, and his skills are outstanding. Otherwise, how could he be in this position.

What's more, this person is still his subordinate.

In the future, he will become Shan Yu's man, how can he succeed without many subordinates?
And now, such an important person was actually killed?
How can Zuo Xianwang Chaihou not be angry?

Shang Zha didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and quickly told the whole situation: "Ying Chen is so powerful, no one can match him, and he even beheaded tens of thousands of our clansmen."

"Ah ah ah..."

Zuo Xianwang Chaihou's eyes were about to burst, and he roared wildly. He threw away Shang Zha, kicked on the table, and the veins on his forehead popped up: "Qin Dog... What a gutsy dog, how dare you kill my subordinates?"