When Wu Nian first killed through the south and then through the east.

Of the more than 9,000 Mongolian and Yuan soldiers in the camp, 3,000 have been killed and wounded. The remaining Mongolian and Yuan soldiers are now squeezed in the northwest.

Their numbers still hold an advantage, being twice as many as Wu Nian's army.

But their courage was broken, their souls were like old age in the wind, they were frightened, and they lost their will to fight.

"It's really strong, it's really strong. Wu Nian can compete with ten thousand households of ours, it's not just a boast." Li Guanyun trembled all over, looking at the man in front of him who looked like a god and demon in fear, his words were trembling.

"Damn Wu Nian. Why does he appear here? Where are our ten thousand households? We four ten thousand households surround Yingqing Mansion, why does he appear here?"

Liu Fuguang's face was very ugly. He could not suppress the fear in his heart and complained about his ten thousand households.

"There is nothing we can do. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and nothing is surprising." Liu Shanyang was a little calmer than them, but he was only calm on the surface. He looked at the man in front of him who was stained red with blood, and couldn't help but crawl on the ground with fear.

The urge to prostrate.

There are levels of warriors.

Although the Meng Yuan Thousand Captain belongs to the order of Meng Yuan generals, he is nothing against tens of thousands of households.

If he goes up there, he may only be able to accept Wu Nian's three moves at most.

but.

"The matter has come to this. It's useless to think of anything else. We can't escape in this military camp. Let's fight them."

Liu Shanyang mustered up all the courage in his heart, raised the horse in his hand, and shouted: "Kill!!!!!"

"kill!!!!"

The remaining Mongolian and Yuan soldiers rushed to the battlefield and let out a slightly lack of confidence. The soldiers approaching the north camp gate and the west camp gate had already begun to flee.

In one of the three carriages protected in the middle of the team, Lu Yanxun opened the door and looked up at the god-like figure in front of him.

Looking at the piles of corpses on the battlefield, I smelled the pungent smell mixed with the smell of corpses.

His face was full of shock.

He has lived in Meng Yuan since he was a child. All he heard was how powerful the Meng Yuan people were, and all he saw was the Meng Yuan masters at the top and the Han slaves at the bottom.

If his mother hadn't told him that he was Han, he would have gone back to the south and encouraged him in every way.

He was probably already lost in the power of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and could not extricate himself. Then, like many Han people, he lost his backbone and knelt before the Mongolian Yuan people.

But he didn't.

Now.

In front of you.

He saw how powerful the Han people were. The figure who looked like a god and demon was simply invincible.

Not only Lu Yanxun, but also his beggar friends, all looked at Wu Nian and his soldiers with their mouths open.

In front of Wu Nian and his soldiers, the powerful Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were like grass on the roadside, being harvested one after another.

Lu Yanxun's heart was racing, he clenched his fists, and blurted out: "A real man should be like General Wu."

He understood.

I understood what Wu Nian said.

As a true man, death is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather. If you choke to death while eating, fall to death while walking, or die while sleeping, it would be better to die on the road to charge.

A general will inevitably die in battle.

But no regrets!!!

"Kill!!!!!" Lu Yanxun clenched his fists, his face turned red, and he roared loudly, losing his usual composure.

"Kill!!!" His beggar friends were all confused, but when they saw their boss shouting, they also waved their fists and shouted.

In this battlefield, no one is innocent and no one can be spared.

Lu Yanxun is making a difference in his own way.

Shouting and cheering is also useful.

Wu Nian heard this, looked back at the carriage, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a warm smile.

The front is gray.

But behind me is color.

"Kill!!!!" Wu Nian turned his head forward, held a horse spear in his hand, roared angrily, and once again broke into the Mongolian and Yuan army formation.

"Kill!!!!" Wang Qianhu led the heavy armored and heavy ax soldiers in front, with heavy axes like a forest, and the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers fell in pieces. The ordinary soldiers in the rear followed closely, harvesting

The lives of Mongolian soldiers.

"Hold on. Hold on. There are so many of us. If we are defeated, we will trample each other to death."

"If we fight them, we still have a chance."

Liu Shanyang desperately commanded the soldiers, trying to gain a foothold and stop him in the violent wind and rain!!!!

"kill!!!!"

"kill!!!"

Liu Fuguang, Li Guanyun and other thousand commanders also played their role, desperately urging the soldiers to stabilize the position.

but.

The mantis is like a chariot!

When Wu Nian launches a charge and is followed by heavily armored and heavy ax soldiers, they are invincible here.

The strong wind blew and the Meng Yuan formation collapsed.

"Run away. Run away. I can't hold on anymore."

"Escape for your life."

"Get out of the way, bastard."

The soldiers in the front row of the Mongolian soldiers fell one by one. They were cut down first, and then trampled to death. The soldiers with heavy armor and heavy axes ruthlessly trampled each body.

past.

The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers in the back row frantically turned around and headed towards the north and west camp gate.

The camp gate is small.

Very few people could rush out. Those behind could not see any hope, so they took up weapons and killed those in front.

They trample each other and kill each other.

This scene happened again.

But in this wave, Liu Shanyang, Liu Fuguang, Li Guanyun and other Mongolian captains could not stand alone.

Their flag-bearers even threw away their flags and let them fall to the ground and be trampled by the rebels.

Then, these commanders were surrounded by random soldiers, and they were in a mess, with nowhere to exert their strength.

"kill!"

"kill!!!!"

Wu Nian was killing and killing. He didn't know how many people he killed, but he didn't know how many people he slaughtered. His eyes were filled with blood, and the blood was splattered on his face.

Killing, killing. The front of Wu Nian suddenly became clear, because there was no one standing anymore.

The Mongolian soldiers either fell to the ground or ran out from the camp gate.

Corpses and wounded soldiers covered the entire military camp, and the wailing sounds from the wounded soldiers were so sad.

Wu Nian's body was very heavy, as if he had not slept for three days and three nights. His arms were so weak that he could hardly hold the horse in his hand.

He erected the horse's shaft and planted it on the ground. He raised his head, glanced at the soldiers on the scene, took a breath, and said loudly: "Brothers, we won."

"And... we will keep winning."

"Long live Yanhan!!!!"

"Long live Yanhan!!!!"
Chapter completed!