in the military of Northeast Asia.

The two most powerful armies.

Mongolian and Yuan armies, Han armies.

Among them, the elite of the elite, the heavily armored cavalry, launched a desperate struggle in this open and open place. Although the Han army had the belief that it would win, there were also reasons for winning.

Expelled the Tartars and recovered Liaodong.

They want to bring this war to defend Liaodong to an end.

More than ten years.

More than ten years.

Ten thousand Mongolian and Yuan households invaded Liaodong, and the entire Liaodong army fell in the blink of an eye. After more than ten years of hard work, they recaptured 26 cities, leaving only six cities in Huanglong Prefecture.

The time has come for closure.

"kill!!!!!!!"

Every Han cavalryman's blood boils in his body, and his eyes are full of desire. He longs to take back the mountains and rivers.

This spirit turned into the most powerful motivation, driving their strong bodies to charge towards the Meng Yuan Iron Cavalry without fear of death.

The Mongolian soldiers also had the belief that they would win.

The pride of the fighting nation, the rich reward after victory.

Wanhu Jinxuanyun was also present.

"Kill!!!!" Every Meng Yuan soldier rushed forward to kill without fear of the white blades and spears in front of them.

The center of the tragic battlefield.

Feng Chong faced off against Jin Xuanyun.

Both sides knew each other well, but had never fought each other. However, they did not choose to test, and they killed each other as soon as they came up.

"kill!"

Veins suddenly popped out in Feng Chong's arms under the armor, and he let out a roar like a tiger. The Zhangba sword in his hand was swung round, and then it struck Jin Xuanyun's neck like a crescent moon.

Jin Xuanyun did not dare to be careless. After accumulating strength for a moment, the horse in his hand intercepted Feng Chong's eight-foot-long sword.

There was a "boom". The weapons collided in the air, but made a thunderous roar. Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun's expressions changed slightly, they were so powerful.

"Kill!" Jin Xuanyun took the lead in taking back the horse spear, and then stabbed Feng Chong in the chest. Although he was wearing a protective goggle, if he was stabbed by this spear, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Feng Chong did not dare to be negligent, but he did not force the attack. He turned his body to the left, and the sharp spear tip rubbed against the iron plates of his armor, sending out dazzling sparks.

After dodging this blow, Feng Chong's Zhangba sword was not idle and slashed at Jin Xuanyun's neck again.

Behead!!!

Jin Xuanyun was already prepared. With a movement of his waist, he lay back on the horse and watched helplessly as the sword passed in front of him. Then he quickly sat up without even looking, but the horse gun in his hand was precise.

Stabbed Feng Chong's armpit.

Both sides are enemies of tens of thousands of people. Regardless of physical strength, martial arts, riding skills, and psychological quality, they are all on par. The fight feels like a match between talented people. It doesn't take a hundred rounds, but there is no winner.

Even after a hundred rounds, it is extremely difficult to kill the opponent.

The two of them clashed in the center of the battlefield. But the only people who really paid attention to them were the soldiers beside them.

The remaining soldiers from both sides were risking their lives to fight with their opponents. There was no time to watch the battle between Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun.

True gold is not afraid of fire.

This battlefield is a raging fire.

The troops on the battlefield are the testers.

Whoever is strong and who is weak will also try it out.

Although Feng Chong had no choice but to capture Jin Xuanyun, his army gradually gained the upper hand.

The soul and spirit of Yanhan are unparalleled.

The soldiers know why they are fighting and why they are going to die. It is far more tyrannical than rewards, far more than the self-esteem of the fighting nation.

"Come on." A Han soldier had killed three people in a row, lost his horse, and cut off his left hand. However, he was holding a steel knife with his only remaining right hand and staring straight ahead.

The Meng Yuan warriors on war horses issued a terrifying invitation.

The Han soldier's wound was wrapped in a rag, and blood was flowing out. His face was pale, his body was covered in blood, and there was an arrow stuck in his chest.

But his momentum seemed to be that of the King of Heaven.

On the other hand, his opponent, the Meng Yuan warrior, fell off his horse, but was not injured. With his healthy body, he looked at the Han soldier in front of him who had lost one of his hands, but he felt fearful.

"Damn. It's too difficult. Although we are not afraid of death, we know more that we can only survive if we defeat the enemy. But these Han soldiers are really not afraid of death. They don't care whether they can win. No

.They firmly believe that they can win. Then they first abandon their lives and willingly become a stepping stone to victory."

This Mongolian warrior was sweating like rain and was deeply frightened. But he was an elite soldier after all. After adjusting his mood, a sharp light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and he rushed forward with a lunge.

“Ding ding ding!!!!”

The Mongolian soldiers held steel knives in both hands and fought with the Han soldier with a severed hand. In just three rounds, he chopped off the head of the Han soldier with a severed hand.

This is a natural result and there is nothing to be proud of.

but.

The Meng Yuan warrior lowered his head and looked at his left arm. There was a small wound in the place that was not protected by armor.

This Han soldier with a severed hand, who was bound to die, made the greatest effort to win. He cut a healthy Mongolian and Yuan soldier into a wounded soldier.

No matter how big or small the injury is, mobility will be affected.

If you cut off the robe of a Han soldier, you will have a chance.

"Damn bastard." The Mongolian soldier spat thick phlegm at the dead Han soldier with severed hands, cursed loudly, and then did not dare to delay and attacked other opponents.

Only by killing all the enemies and winning can you survive.

On this battlefield, no one can escape.

This Han soldier with a severed hand is not an exception.

Although the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers were equally elite.

Although the Meng Yuan people could also absorb the essence of the Han army and evolve themselves. Not to mention the heavy armor and heavy ax soldiers, the divine arm bow, were all stolen by them.

When the Meng Yuan people first started their army, where did they have armor?

Who can make a horse?

All they have is a strong body and a tenacious spirit tempered in harsh mountains and rivers.

But Yanhan stands at a higher level.

The battle between Jin Xuanyun and Feng Chong did not determine the winner. However, the Qianhu heavy armored cavalry under their command gradually determined the winner.

"kill!!!!!!!"

The situation started with both sides refusing to give in. After reducing their numbers by 20 to 30%, the Han army launched an offensive. One by one, the Han army officers and soldiers seemed to be tireless machines and fearless beasts, howling.

Rushed towards the Meng Yuan army.

A wake-up call.

A wake-up call.

Jin Xuanyun paid some attention to the battlefield. Seeing the situation between the enemy and ourselves, he watched the heavy armored cavalry under his command gradually fall into a disadvantage.

It's like drinking a stick in the head, and the whole person feels cold.

how so?
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