With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

His gaze, like an eagle hunting, scans Wenwu.

The blood of the generals has already begun to burn.

"Zhao Yun listened to the order and led the wolf cavalry guards to serve as the Chinese army. He will go out with this general."

"Guo Huai, Wang Ling led the army on the left and right wings, and followed behind."

"Tian Feng, Xu Chu guards Mayi."

"This battle must be won."

Yuan Mai waved his fist and hammered heavily on his chest.

This is their unique way of fighting.

Ao Xiao Lingyun's roar resounded through the big tent.

"This battle must be won."

……

The silver moon was like a knife, and a burst of dust rolled on the ancient earth.

In the endless wilderness, the cavalry in black armor exudes endless evil spirits, violently attacking.

The cold night wind, like a knife, kept whistling against the armor.

He was instantly wiped out in the ferocious black tide.

They were galloping furiously, roaring, and opened their bloody mouths.

Swallow the endless wilderness.

They are wolves, fierce wolves of men.

Those cruel and bloodthirsty Huns and wolves must be swallowed and smashed to pieces.

In the cold wind, they finally saw a faint fire.

That's where the Ghost Fang Department's camp is in the south of Yang Ce.

The Xiongnu is the pain in the hearts of many Han people. It has been glorious for hundreds of years in Han history, and it has the eternal reputation of being the only one who perishes by strength.

Who knows, as strong as a big man, he didn't kill these vicious aliens.

Completely buried in the dust of history.

Guifang, this one was called Xuanyun in ancient times, the main tribe of the Xiongnu.

Even now, it is making a comeback.

Holding blood-stained ring knives in their hands, they ruthlessly chopped off the heads of the Han people.

Wantonly plundered the wealth of Han people and bullied Han women.

There is no need for Yuan Mai to talk about the engraved hatred.

The moment he raised the instrument knife, the war had already begun.

In the last five miles, they began to charge!

The wolves in front of them.

They are all in a warm tent at the moment.

The sound of explosions from the burning brazier could not be covered up, and they wailed one after another.

"Haha, Hangou's woman is really soft."

"Like silk."

"Compared with our women, it's like the gap between a low-grade horse and a high-grade horse."

"Hahaha--"

Wanton laughter resounded in the big tent.

They are greedy in their nature, they are ferocious beasts by nature.

The plunder of the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty gave everyone a taste of the sweetness.

Even in this desolate land, the bitter cold place of the big man.

It is still unimaginably prosperous for them.

They don't do production, they just want to completely destroy this bustling area.

Take everything in it for yourself!

The wealth outside the Wang family in the Northland, women.

At this moment, it is just something in their hands.

"The women on the periphery are just peasant women."

"I heard that the noble women in the city are truly glamorous and unparalleled."

"The Han dogs in the city don't have much combat power anymore. We will break through the city tomorrow."

A ferocious speech accompanied by wailing.

Make all the Huns even crazier.

They enjoy themselves, their spoils.

"These bastards..."

Above the castle, Wang Chen indifferently clenched his fists, his figure trembling uncontrollably.

too close.

Guifang Xiongnu has attacked the small fortress, which is riddled with holes.

They were stationed unscrupulously within a hundred feet of the city wall.

The wailing and screaming made every soldier look red.

"General, let's strike."

"Kill these beasts."

"Fight them."

The soldiers were as angry as a dragon.

The hatred between Bingzhou people and the Huns has been too long.

The Huns who made a comeback have brought their ferocity to the extreme.

Those are their clansmen...

Wang Chen clenched his fist, then let it go gently, and clenched the city wall tightly.

"Big Han, Great Qin, hahaha..."

"General."

The Marquis next to him looked at Wang Chen in fright.

The cold wind blew, and the fear all over his body made him tremble.

"We are all descendants of Montessori, so we are afraid of shit!"

"The Huns have occupied this place for more than ten years, and no reinforcements have been seen so far."

"This Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty that destroyed the Great Qin, has also come to an end."

"Maybe, it will be a new era soon."

"Take out the battle flag of Daqin."

"Today...the final battle."

"Da Qin, Da Qin, hahaha..."

Wang Chen laughed crazily.

The moment the Xuanniao battle flag was raised.

All the soldiers and civilians on the city wall looked at the battle flag under the moonlight.

It seems to have seen the glorious years of the gold and iron horses.

The 30 Meng family army swept the Xiongnu northward and expanded the land for thousands of miles.

Everyone clenched their fists, their blood burning.

They knew from childhood that they were nominally branches of the Taiyuan Wang family.

But they have another identity.

Montessori descendants.

After Mengtian committed suicide, Wang Jian took over the Meng family army and changed his name to Wang's as a descendant of the Baomeng family.

They are natural warriors, loyal to the king and patriotic.

It's just that after the second generation, the king is not the king, the country is not the country, and the Great Qin is dead...

From then on, what they loved was the ancient land behind them.

Deep love!

Rooted in the North, resisted Hungary for 300 years.

"Is it going to end..."

Wang Chen looked at the battle flag seriously, which symbolized glory and war.

Once upon a time, countless old Qin people used their blood to lift it to the highest level step by step!

That is the glory of Montessori.

Forged in the blood of the ancestors.

"Let's fight back."

Wang Chen slowly raised his weapon.

Turning his head, he looked at the camp of the Huns.

His eyes are as sharp as a tiger.

Ghost Fang, who suddenly went south, and the Wang family of the north, who were isolated and helpless.

Wang Chen uttered an extremely furious roar that shook the sky.

"Blood is not shed, death is not a truce."

"Kaicheng, kill..."

The hundreds of tigers and wolves rushing out of the darkness must use their last blood, under the witness of the black bird battle flag.

Scatter all over this ancient land.

Meng family ancestral training.

Even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.

"Blood does not dry, death does not truce..."

The moment he rushed towards the Xiongnu barracks with a soaring fighting spirit.

Forget about yourself in battle, until you die.

"what--"

In the camp of the Huns, there was a series of screams and wailing.

The miserable and painful voice pierced the night sky.

Each of these voices made the soldiers in the city deeply hate and never forget.

Their eyes widened.

Just started charging, the Huns screamed in fright?