"Oh..." Qin Yong yelled, causing another riot. His face was filled with plasma, and it became more and more terrifying and ferocious. The big mouth dripping with blood was cracked. He shouted loudly: "Who came up to fight me."

Kuobaying was stunned and thought to himself that unless someone had a problem with his brain, who would dare to fight you? He thought of it and then he secretly complained. This person fought in person, but how would he deal with it? Not to mention that he was alone, even if he asked Master Heti and Master Lizhi to come together, I am afraid he would be unable to do anything.

If you fight alone, can anyone in the world beat him? If you compete in martial arts, you only need a second-grade good man to come forward, block your ears, and not have physical intimate contact with him, and you will probably be able to deal with him. But when the two armies confront each other, if you use such almost rogue means, it will be a fatal blow to morale, and it is far better to die in a vigorous battle.

He turned around and saw that everyone was angry, but no one dared to respond from beginning to end.

The warriors of the Huns were not afraid of death. Even if the masters of the Grandmaster were present, they dared to launch a fearless charge. However, at this time, once they faced the challenge, they no longer represented individuals, but the entire Huns nation.

He went to death with great pleasure and died calmly. There were many men on the grassland. But even though he knew he would lose, he would go up and let others humiliate him, and no one would want to.

"Oh..." Qin Yong's face became redder and redder, and his anger was thriving, and he suddenly let out a roar that was far more terrifying than the previous two.

He was extremely angry this time, and his voice was so loud that it was like a ghost crying and howling, which was shocking. For a moment, everyone's ears were buzzing. More than ten horses in the front row of the Huns fell to the ground in cooperation, and the other horses were also irritable and restless, and frequently retreated.

Not only that, even the red ocean cavalry behind Qin Yong were in a panic. Jiang Kongming frowned. Qin Yong's sound wave weapon could indeed achieve miraculous effects when unexpectedly, but the biggest flaw is that it does not distinguish between enemies and us. If it suddenly breaks out during the confrontation between the two armies, it may not be a blessing.

Kuobaying took a deep breath, and no matter what, he could no longer let him continue to attack his morale without restraint, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. He suddenly said loudly: "Military Jiang, do you think that just this rash man can resist my 30,000 army?"

Jiang Kongming smiled slightly and said, "General Kuoba, aren't there tens of thousands of troops behind the students?"

"So, Military Advisor Jiang is going to fight with me, 30,000 men?" Kuoba Ying asked with his head held high.

He kept biting his 30,000 troops, but he was just an understatement of Qin Yong's personal courage, which was obviously extremely afraid of him, so he didn't dare to mention a single sentence at all.

Jiang Kongming sneered in his heart, but he pretended not to know, because he didn't want to completely turn against the Huns at this time.

"War or not depends on the general's intention." Jiang Kongming shook his palm-leaf fan and said lightly.

His words caused a stir in the Red Ocean troops. They hated the Huns to the core. At this time, they all tense up and waited for Jiang Kongming to fight for his life. However, this great military advisor Jiang seemed to have no intention of fighting, which made people extremely disappointed.

However, the military regulations are strict, and no matter how unsatisfied they are, they dare not confront each other in person at this time. They have to stare at the front with an indignant gaze, hoping that Kuoba Ying would be tougher and have a refreshing decisive battle.

Kuobaying pondered for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard Jiang Kongming continue, "But from the students' opinion, the momentum of your army has declined today. If you insist on using troops with force, you may be wiped out. For your sake, it would be better to avoid fighting."

All the people among the Huns who could understand Chinese changed their faces. Jiang Kong clearly deceived people too much.

"What a bold dog thief, let me take your life."

With a loud shout, Kuobaying's confidant Awahan drove out his horse. He avoided Qin Yong from afar and ran towards the formation.

A hundred meters away, he took off the bow and arrow like lightning, and opened the strings with lightning speed. He almost let go of his hand in the blink of an eye. An arrow light flew towards Jiang Kongming like a meteor rushing to the moon.

Kuobaying felt a stern, but it was too late to stop him. If he called him back at this time, he would clearly admit Jiang Kongming's words, and the blow to morale would be even more than Qin Yong. At this moment, he really regretted that if Jiang Kongming died, today's battle would inevitably be inevitable. Under such circumstances, how likely would he win?

Fighting a tough battle with a high-powered, well-equipped and well-trained lion is far from chasing the enemy's back.

The 30,000 people he brought were all the elite of the Xiongnu. We must not lose too much here, otherwise it will have a fatal impact on the Xiongnu's plan to move south.

The elite troops of the Huns were the best in the world, but the biggest obstacle to them was their population. Although they were the most populous race on the grassland, they were no longer ranked compared to the Han people.

If you want to occupy the rich Han people, you must have a large number of soldiers. However, when facing the endless Han people, their backs are not stable, which makes the already short of troops even more difficult. If the losses are completely lost today, wouldn’t it be even worse?

Can we win? How many people will we lose? These two questions are like two mountains that make him almost breathless.

However, he was Kuobaying after all, after all, the number one general among the young Xiongnu generation. At this moment, he had left all his concerns behind. He raised his hand high, and just waited for Jiang Kongming to fall to the ground, he would immediately launch a general attack. He wanted to take the lead in attacking before the Han army could react.

Only by falling into a chaotic group battle can the fearful destructive power of Qin Yong, who was bare-handed and fisted, be suppressed to the smallest range. Of course, if Qin Yong still had the two copper lions in his hand at this time, Kuobaying would never have felt this way.

Seeing the sharp arrow as fast as a meteor towards him, Jiang Kongming smiled and didn't care.

Suddenly, a little starlight flashed behind him, and then flew out at a speed that was unseen by the naked eye. Awahan's arrow flew halfway through and was swept by the cold star, and it suddenly broke into two pieces, and it fell to pieces with all its strength.

Awa Han was shocked and was about to shoot the arrow. Suddenly a cold light appeared in his eyes. Before he could react, he felt a shock in his hand and noticed something strange. When he looked down, his face suddenly turned gray. The five stone bow in his hand had already broken.

"Zhebi." A person's name flashed in their hearts at the same time. Only this person's magical arrow could achieve such magical skills. It turned out that he was here too.

A big man slowly walked out from behind Jiang Kongming. He was covered with a scarf and could not see his appearance clearly, but a big bow in his hand clearly revealed his identity.

Archer - Zhebei.

He raised the Sky Bow and pulled the heart-wrenching bowstring again under the attention of everyone.

All the Hun generals held the handle of the steel shield in their hands at the same time. No one dared to take such a person lightly.

Zhebe's bow slowly opened, and sweat beads appeared on Kuobaying's face. He blocked Kanji behind him and must not let him have any accidents.

When he let go, a cold light flashed. No one could see where the arrow was going, but he had never heard the screams of exclamation and screams. Everyone was puzzled. Could it be that this person had failed? But with his archery skills, if he still failed, it would be hard to believe.

"Huh...bang..."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the golden wolf flag representing the Hun King, which broke from it, and slowly but unstoppable fell on the ground, making a soft sound. Although the sound was light, it was like a heavy vertebrae directly hitting their hearts, making people overwhelmed.

Jiang Kongming's eyes flashed with gleam. Looking at the low morale of the Huns at this moment, his heart moved.

Since Fang Lingchen has come, Xu Haifeng does not allow him to die in vain. The more than 20,000 red oceans are probably going to fall back into the hands of Shining Ming. Suddenly, he has received so much support from the army. Will the fire of ambition that he had already extinguished repeat again?

If a melee is a battle that will greatly damage their vitality and never recover from now on. At this time, the morale of the Huns is declining. Should we change our plans and take this opportunity to make them lose both?

He thought a lot in his mind. After the war, what changes will happen in the mainland situation and whether it will have a negative impact on his ultimate goal. Countless possibilities are calculated in his mind at a high speed of lightning.

However, before he could make up his mind, the storm broke out again on the field, and this unexpected change caught him off guard.

"Ding..." A crisp sound spread throughout the deadly Xiongnu army.

The man holding the flagsman dropped the flagpole and pulled out his waist knife. He turned over and got off the horse, ran to the big flag that fell to the ground, held the slightest saber into his mouth, picked up the flag from the ground, ran away, and under everyone's surprise eyes, he ran to a small hillside, and inserted the half-broken flagpole deeply into the soil.

He took off the sabre in his mouth and shouted with all his might: "Heman was appreciated by Shanyu and held the Golden Wolf Army flag for ten years, and never made any mistakes. Today, he was accidentally ridden by the thief, causing the military flag to be covered with dust. Only by washing it with blood can he redeem Heman's sins."

After saying that, he swung the knife and wiped the neck, and blood immediately splattered everywhere. He took a step back and stayed at the base with the knife. Although he was dead, he still couldn't fall down. His big eyes were even more full of glare, with indescribable indignation and excitement.

On the hillside, the flag of the Golden Wolf Army fluttered in the wind again, but there was a hint of blood in it.

Kuobaying closed his lips, clenched his fists, and his chest was surging, making it difficult for him to do so.

The morale of the Huns seemed to be revived at this moment, and the powerful murderous aura filled the entire battlefield again.

ps: I recommend the brothers in the same group, Shi Potian's shocking "Ultimate Transformation", which counts more than 100,000 words. Let's go and have a look.

In addition, there should be another chapter before 3:00 this afternoon. If you don’t come back, you will definitely post before 9:00.
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