The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

This style of play is too tragic. Human lives are harvested without money, blood is cheaply spewed and splashed, and bloody and primitive fighting is shown here.

However, in comparison, the death rate of the Xianbei Wuhuan Army is still much higher than the attrition of the Gao Zhi Army!

Looking down from a high altitude, the front troops of the two armies have merged together and started fighting each other. Some Han cavalrymen had their heads chopped off by the Xianbei army, some Xianbei Wuhuan people had their chests pierced by the Han army, and some were knocked into the air. Half of the heads of the Xianbei and Wuhuan people were cut off, and the red and white brains were left on the ground. More than a dozen soldiers were trampled into meat, regardless of the Xianbei Wuhuan army or the Han army.

It can be said that just this morning, some of these people had breakfast, talked and laughed, and some even planned to marry a wife and have a baby after the war, but now they stayed here forever.

The situation did not stalemate for too long because of the tragic efforts of both sides.

The powerful and heavy charge of Gao Zhi's elite cavalry seemed to be like the torrent of tanks in later generations. When they ran, the ground trembled.

The momentum was majestic, like thunder from the sky, they formed a square formation, their movements were uniform, and they roared at the same time.

After paying the lives of the first few hundred cavalrymen, they completely opened the rear line of defense of the Xianbei Wuhuan army. What awaited them next was no longer a threatening resistance.

Those Xianbei Wuhuan soldiers who didn't have time to react at all have already been reduced to grass that is about to be harvested by them!

Now, it's time for a harvest of slaughter!

The price has been paid in front, to make the other party double, no!Repay tenfold!

"Kill!!!" Qiqi roared, their voices seemed to shake the whole world, and the ground trembled under their feet.

charge!charge!charge!

The following things became more and more simple.

assault!assault!assault!

Behind the Wuhuan people of Xianbei, it was like pieces of circular paper being torn apart. The cavalry led by Gao Zhi seemed to have entered the land of no one, and wherever they went, they would be crushed!

That kind of scene, when the cavalry raged on the plain, that kind of shocking scene was far incomparable to the siege battle.

At this time, the cavalry led by Gao Zhi looked like ghosts galloping in the world of death, coming and going like the wind, galloping across the battlefield.

The iron cavalry rushing in like a torrent in front of them had already made the Xianbei Wuhuan soldiers despair.

And when they looked further away, their despair escalated, and they saw that after the Han man killed, the Han Qingqi of the brigade was still pouring out continuously, and I don't know how many there are.

These Xianbei soldiers didn't have much strength to fight, and the Bingzhou Wolf Riders and Baima Yicong led by Gao Zhi didn't give them time to form an formation to resist, so in an instant, these soldiers of Xianbei and Wuhuan, psychologically, also could not fight. was devastated.

The cold wind blew up, and after the blood dance quickly floated on the plain, it began to float in the air, showing scarlet powder, and the whole battlefield was like Shura's hell.

What made the Xianbei Wuhuan people even more desperate was that they clearly noticed that some of these Han Qingqi were spreading their wings and accelerating forward, controlling the speed, clearly waiting for them to collapse, and then spread their wings Outflank and pursue.

The experienced generals in Xianbei and Wuhuan could clearly see that the Han soldiers wanted to smash them all here!

There is no way to recover from it!

In the chaotic Xianbei formation, all the will to resist has collapsed in an instant, and many people have turned around and ran away, but their horsepower has been used up to the point of exhaustion, how can they speed up in an instant.

Gao Zhi's personal combat prowess made the Xianbei and Wuhuan armies frightened when they heard the news. He had the murderous aura of a strong man, and ordinary soldiers couldn't even hold a knife steadily in front of him.

Now these Xianbei and Wuhuan formations don't care about it anymore, they just want to escape from this battlefield, return to their homeland, and take their families far away from this place of death.

There are also Wuhuan soldiers who are rushing forward desperately. When all hope is given up, people either lose their souls and just want to escape, or they give up on themselves and prepare to die with what they defend.

The actions of two people with different thoughts made Xianbei and Wuhuan's already chaotic army formation even more chaotic into a big knot. Only scattered cavalry could get out of this chaotic trend, flogging their mounts desperately in any direction run away.

Of course, at this time, some Xianbei and Wuhuan people simply abandoned their horses and rushed towards the woods while stripping off their armor.

These belonged to those who were more clear-headed, knowing that horsepower could not outrun the Han cavalry, and the forest terrain was complex, and there might be a chance of escape.

Miaoshuwu

Nine hundred and nine resisters will eventually fall

The battle broke out very quickly, and the extent of the spread was even more rapid and violent.

In a short while, the massacre has spread and affected every soldier on both sides.

The fight between the two armies became intense in an instant, with images of knives cutting into flesh and bones everywhere, and people died every moment, and blood pooled into streams on the ground.

"Defeat the enemy!" Gao Zhi shook his spear, his voice sonorous and powerful, and white mist spewed out from the nose of the steed under his crotch.

In the next moment, he turned into a white shooting star, overcoming thorns and thorns, as if he was cutting the sea and mountains, and forced his way through the already chaotic army of Xianbei Wuhuan.

In fact, at this time, the resistance mentality of these Xianbei and Wuhuan soldiers had already fought to the end.

At this time, they were at the end of their ropes, no matter how they could fight, they could only flee for their lives. At this moment, their loyalty to the leader was the last of their strength.

When the soldiers are swept by the iron hoofs and see only blood flying in the air, people falling in front of them, and people under the horseshoes being trampled into meat, the so-called morale is a joke.

At this moment, their minds went blank, their blood vessels sprang open, and only the sound of roaring and slashing remained in their ears, as if they had rushed into Shura Hell.

What is the real battlefield?

It is a duel of powerful force, a collective duel of well-trained soldiers, and it is by no means as artistic and sentimental as those scholars who stand on the high hall or the keyboard warriors of later generations think.

Human life is worth nothing in a war. Every fresh life has a complete family behind it. Maybe the child is still in the arms of his wife waiting to be fed, or the old mother wakes up late at night after knitting and opens the door, her eyes are attached. Looking at the northern sky, I hope to come back soon.

But now they are not even as good as vegetables and radishes. One by one their heads are chopped off, one by one their bones are cut off, they lose their legs and feet, or they just watch their comrades who are still bragging together during the day being trampled into a pulp.

This is war!Destroy everything!

I won't give you any chance to discuss, and I won't care whether you have promised your wife to go back, let alone whether you have agreed to the woods and grasslands that will appear in front of the village or tribe in the spring of the next year!

Although the war is cruel, but!Only by ending war with war can peace be gained!Only by bleeding can we stop bleeding!

Haruli, the Xianbei general, was a butcher who believed in killing as king!

His movements were very swift, his body tilted slightly, and the blade directly lifted five Han soldiers into the air, tearing a hole in his right side.

Fighting all the way, full of resentment and depression, as he swung the weapon in his hand, only two words of joy were enough to describe his current state of mind!

In his eyes, the Han infantry in front of him could be called vulnerable.In a blink of an eye, he took the lead, and under the cover of his personal guards, he was about to kill the former army.

The defenders of the small city were like waves splitting in front of him, completely unable to resist.Just turn around and run.

The Xianbei soldiers around them, like Haruli, fought heartily. In their view, the Xianbei warriors were never something these weak southerners could resist. Haruli, whom they had the honor to follow, came here.The most dazzling feat since the establishment of Nanxia!

Not long after, Haruli, relying on all his bravery, fought back and forth for seven or eight rounds in the chaotic crowd. He had already become a blood man, but the more he killed, the more courageous he became.

Others also kept slashing long knives. The long knives cut into people's bones and made a creaking sound. If they moved slowly, they might be pierced through the head by the enemy with a spear.

Along the way, there were corpses everywhere, and the corpses of many soldiers were in terrible condition.

Some were decapitated, some were severed at the waist, and their internal organs flowed all over the floor, and some were stabbed in the face by weapons, leaving half of their faces gone.