Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

"Fengxian, you lead three thousand flying bears to clear out the Huns around Mayi City."

Lu Bu had already been filled with murderous intent. He clenched his fists, took the general's order, turned the red rabbit around and left.

"The rest of you, follow me to attack the Huns' tent!!"

With the Overlord's gun swiping left and right, Zhang Wu took the lead in charging forward on horseback, throwing the army some distance away.

After many calculations by Zhang Wu, a distance of fifty to eighty meters away from the army was the most reasonable.

At this distance, not only the soldiers behind him could see his direction and charge with him.

He can even rush into enemy formations and kill enemies wantonly. At this distance, Breaking the Army can be triggered!

Three or two cavalrymen followed up with their spears drawn, and then four or five cavalrymen came out of the formation. When they reached the rear position, the more cavalrymen lined up, the more people there were.

Narrow in front and wide in back, like an open awl.

Cone array.

This is the cavalry charge formation that Fei Xiong is best at.

No complicated changes are required, no redundant communication is required.

As long as the cone head is brave enough and rushes fast enough, as long as the soldiers are strong and not afraid of death!

drink! ! ~~

Zhang Wu shouted loudly, and Chi Ji's hooves flew. When he started running, he could only see a fiery red shadow.

"Hahaha, these Han people don't want to live anymore. Such a small number of people dare to attack the camp of my great Huns."

"Oh!~"

"Oh!~"

"Oh!~"

The Xiongnu at the outermost edge of the camp did not panic at all, and rushed forward with a ghostly cry and shaking the scimitar in their hands.

They want to cut off the heads of these Han people as their own medals and as bargaining chips in exchange for war horses, wealth, and women.

Even if times have changed, even if the Han Dynasty was defeated and defeated, they can only complain about the injustice of Changsheng, even if their power is no longer what it used to be.

But no Huns would think that the Han cavalry would be stronger than them who were born and grew up on horses.

Two miles, one mile, one hundred meters!

The Huns who rushed forward only felt a fiery afterimage flying above their heads.

One second ago, a man dressed like a leader of the Xiongnu tribe was laughing and mocking the Han people for their ignorance of life and death.

The next second, people and horses mysteriously disappeared in front of the generals, leaving a handful of blood mist in the air.

How fierce was Zhang Wu when he was furious?

Breaking the army, fighting for the lead, and using the gun spirit at full capacity, the force of force soared to 140. Even if there were gods from the sky, he would dare to compete with them, let alone some Huns who were even worse than ants in his eyes.

The Overlord's Spear, which is one foot long, is like a giant sickle. Every time it rotates, the Hun cavalry within one foot and one foot around it will be divided into two sections.

The frightened Hun cavalry around them wanted to escape, but flying bears followed behind to complete the harvest.

Will be the courage of the soldiers.

Zhang Wu was originally the bravest general in the world, and Fei Xiong also lived in Xiliang for a long time and fought fiercely with the Qiang people.

When the two merged, they became the most terrifying murder weapon in the world.

Fierce, good at fighting, and not afraid of death!

The Huns' tent was soon torn open.

Any Huns who dared to resist even a little bit and dared to step forward would not be finished even if they were dead, and their corpses would be trampled into pulp by the hoofs of the horses behind them.

For a time, the Huns, who had an absolute numerical advantage, were retreating steadily.

Of course, it was not easy for Fei Xiong.

The originally compact and dense cone-shaped formation had become extremely loose as the cavalry on the periphery fell one after another.

Fei Xiong's 7,000 men rushed into the camp. When they reached the middle camp of the Xiongnu, there were already less than 5,000.

The only difference was that no one among them retreated, and no one fell behind. Even when his closest friend, Pao Ze, died tragically in front of him, he only had a few breaths of silence in his heart before continuing to charge.

Hatred and hatred have become the most powerful driving force for them to move forward.

Until the dead.

'Dear brother Paoze, if the battle is over and I am still alive, I will definitely come back to collect your body. Even if I return to Xuchang, your parents will be my parents! ’

"Da Chanyu, Da Chanyu! The Han army has rushed to the camp!"

Humphrey originally stayed up until midnight, but before he could sleep well, he was woken up by his bodyguard.

Yufro opened his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes in a daze, and shouted impatiently at his guards: "What are you shouting for! Could it be that Mayi City has been destroyed?"

"Great Chanyu! The Han army coming from the south is charging into the camp!"

"Fart! The Han people are weak sheep. How dare they rush into the wolf pack? There is also our great Huns warrior Xiluo on the outside. Do you think Xiluo is a dead man?" How could they come from the south.

In Yuvluo's impression, in the north of the Han Dynasty, only Gongsun Zan's white-horse Yi Cong and Yuan Shao's Xiandenshishi were capable of competing with the Huns' cavalry.

But Yuan Shao clearly showed no sign of mobilizing his army!

Yufuluo was so angry that his guards were so frightened that they knelt on their knees: "The great Chanyu, the leader of Xiluo was shot to death by the leading Han general. Not even a corpse was left in the capital! Now the Han cavalry troops are occupying the city. The military tent is only a mile away."

Xiluo is dead?

Just let someone shoot him to death?

Xiongluo Xiongnu was considered to have some courage, but Dafuluo didn't take it seriously.

He stationed no less than 100,000 Xiongnu cavalry here, and there was no possibility of losing in a frontal mounted battle.

Humphrey slowly put on his sheepskin coat, hung up his machete and went out of the tent to take a look.

The Han cavalry had already arrived in front of the Xiongnu camp. The leader was a man with red horse and black armor. He had a big gun as thick as a baby's arm. He slaughtered them like a tiger entering a flock of sheep in the Xiongnu camp.

The elite warriors of the Great Huns were lining up to die in front of him, with no room for even fighting back.

The Han cavalry behind them were even more brave. The cavalry on the outside of the Awl Formation charged with guns, while those in the middle lit torches and threw them around at will.

The Huns' tents were made of livestock furs and could easily catch fire. When the fire spread, their troops lost all will to fight and fled in all directions.

Who is the sheep? Who is the wolf?

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Line up and surround them!"

Hufro's shouts were thrown into the chaotic camp, not even a drop of water splashing.

After his personal guards spread his orders with steel swords and killed anyone who disobeyed, the surrounding Huns soldiers reluctantly lined up to meet the enemy.

The Xiongnu were a collection of tribes.

They are good at fighting with the wind and robbing money, food and women.

Fighting against the wind, Xiao Jiujiu in the hearts of the tribal leaders will begin to make plans. Is it worthwhile for them to devote their efforts to fighting life and death for Humphreys?

Under this plan, the disintegration speed was much faster than that of a normal battle.

Once the war became intense, Yuvluo, who lost the support of the tribal leaders, was just a Huns leader with less than 30,000 people.

The most frightening thing is that Yuvrou himself is also thinking: if all the people in his tribe are wiped out, he will definitely lose his dominance when he returns to the grassland, and there will be no possibility of making a comeback.