The march of 100,000 people was no small matter. The last batch of people left the camp, and those who set off earlier were already dozens of miles away. The last ones were the local Qiang Hu from Youfufeng. They cursed that the people of Liangzhou were nothing.
, driving the cattle and sheep westward.
The faces of the chiefs were gloomy. In the first half of this year, the Xiliang rebels suddenly broke into their homes, unceremoniously confiscated their wealth accumulated over decades, and invited them to join. The chiefs nodded in agreement without thinking for long.
, on the one hand, the situation is stronger than others, so I dare not refuse, on the other hand, seeing that the people of Liangzhou are strong, they may be able to get some benefits from behind to make up for the losses.
However, the fact is that after more than half a year, they have not caught anything, and they have to leave their homeland where they have lived for decades or hundreds of years and move to their former hometown of Liangzhou. Although the rebel leaders have repeatedly made various guarantees, their future life in Liangzhou
The description is infinitely beautiful, but the chiefs only think that they are farting. Will you rebel in a good day? Damn you! Where are the liars?
More than ten scouts came on flying horses and shouted loudly: "The Han people are coming to kill, the Han people are coming to kill..."
"Hurry, retreat quickly..."
"Organize the clansmen to turn around and attack..."
"Run quickly..."
"Fight with the Han people..."
The chiefs were panicked and issued contradictory orders. The Qiang and Hus looked at their leaders blankly, not knowing who to listen to.
In the snow-white world, the rumble of horse hooves echoed across the sky from far to near, and an army of 15,000 horsemen broke through the snow and rolled in.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
As the trumpet gave the order to charge, the Han army split into three and suddenly accelerated, shouting to the sky and shouting to kill.
The Qiang Hu made a sharp hiss and became commotion.
Quick! Quick! Quick!
The Han army increased its speed to the extreme, and the distance of several miles was covered in the blink of an eye.
In the ice and snow, the chiefs were sweating like rain, trying hard to command the chaotic troops, trying to get them to return to fight. As a result, the two sides were about to engage in battle, and they suddenly realized that their efforts were in vain.
With his opponent so weak and a great victory expected, Gai Jun became excited and screamed: "Arrow..."
The knight's eyes were cold, and thousands of bows pointed at the sky uniformly. The faint arrow clusters exuded the unique cold light of metal, which was murderous.
"shoot……"
"Buzz..."
This sound that seemed to have existed for eternity suddenly became the main theme of the world. Thousands of long arrows turned into streams of light, falling like a meteor shower into the Qiang and Hu array. Hundreds of Qiang and Hu were hit by the arrows and screamed.
After falling to the ground, many war horses were hit by arrows. In panic, they bumped around, no matter they were the same kind or human beings, they were knocked away, knocked away... until they died.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
In a few seconds, the three cavalry of the Han army crashed into the Qiang and Hu like three sharp arrows. In an instant, just an instant, the lives of thousands of people were exhausted and their vitality was cut off.
The fierce battle, or rather the massacre, officially began.
"Kill..." Huang Zhong participated in the battle of tens of thousands of people for the first time. His blood was boiling and his eyes were red. He cleverly used the power of the galloping horse to hit one person with a big halberd. He picked up the general and knocked three or four people away, weighing dozens of kilograms.
He held the large iron halberd with one hand, and it seemed to be weightless. He slashed left and right. Every time he swung it, it would produce a sharp roar, cutting open the opponent's head and body.
Huang Zhong charged very quickly and met a man with exquisite armor. There were countless guards around this man. He must be a high-ranking official. Qiang and Hu worshiped bravery. It is said that high-ranking officials should have the courage to fight even if they are not strong in martial arts. However, his fierce expression
Failing to hide the panic in his eyes would only make people think that he was showing off.
Huang Zhong roared again, like thunder from the sky, and the sword tip dripping with the enemy's blood drew a bright red arc in the air and pierced the opponent's throat.
One hit to kill!
"Ah..." Seeing the general on the opposite side slaughtering the leader like a cow or a sheep, the guards were furious. Countless swords and spears fell on their heads and faces, and they wanted to take their lives to avenge the leader.
Huang Zhong's big iron halberd was swung out horizontally, and a series of golden and iron sounds exploded, swinging away all the weapons pointed at him.
Without exception, the Qiang and Hu people were shaken backward by the huge impact. The middle door was wide open, and their faces showed fear and horror. What kind of arm strength was this? Is the opponent possessed by a god?
Huang Zhong's eyes widened, he clenched the iron rod with one hand, paused suddenly in the air, and returned along the original path at an even faster speed.
Blood, blood all over the sky, forming a blood waterfall, charming and poignant.
Huang Zhong rode his horse over the dead bodies, his eyes shining brightly, looking for the next target.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Gai Jun hung a pot of arrows on each side of his legs and immediately opened his bow left and right. There were people in all directions. He didn't need to deliberately aim, he just cocked the string and shot. He even had time to check the battlefield situation. Huang Zhong was naturally the focus of his observation.
Dao is worthy of being the fierce general of the Three Kingdoms who killed the famous general Xia Houyuan. He is really strong and brave, and he is the bravest of the three armies. He looked at Guan Yu again, and Guan Yu was even more violent. He ran rampant on the battlefield, killing gods when God blocked him, and Buddha when he blocked Buddha. No one could stop him.
In a moment, he was killed and turned into a bloody man.
The Five Tigers of Shu have already collected two of them. Sometimes Gai Junting feels sad for Liu Bei. This guy comes from a low background and his life circumstances are so miserable. I wonder if he can still rise without these two people? He should be able? Liu Bei
There is a kind of ambition to climb up. A certain modern scholar said that this is called heroic spirit, which is the root of his repeated failures. Gai Jun has never deliberately looked for anyone in these years. Guan Yu and Huang Zhong just bumped into each other.
To be honest, he is not too superstitious about famous historical generals. In terms of force, Liangzhou is the place where the most powerful people in the world come from. It lacks everything but warriors. When it comes to generals, he always believes that the ability to lead troops is to fight.
They are born, not born. Of course, a very small number of monsters are not counted. Why did most of the famous generals in the late Eastern Han Dynasty come from Liangzhou? Because they were exposed to war. The same goes for the prime ministers from Kanto and the generals from Kansai.
Gai Jun murmured in his heart, and kept holding his hands, as every moment someone was killed by his arrows.
Deep into the hinterland, Gai Junbu suddenly split into countless small arrows, like sharp knives, cutting the seemingly huge giant Qiang Hu with scars.
Dong Zhuo's troops launched an attack from the other side. General Dong Zhuo entered the battle personally with a bow. Fan Chou, Zhang Ji, and Guo Si were the vanguard. Niu Fu, Wang Fang, and Li Meng formed the left wing, and Hu Zhen, Yang Ding, and Li Jue formed the front.
On the right wing, Dong Zhuo's troops were like a huge three-pointed two-edged sword, cutting open the Qiang Hu's wings as if cutting off an arm.
Dong Zhuo carries two bows and shoots left and right. His movements are smooth and stretched. The thick flesh on his body does not seem to be an obstacle, but a source of strength.
A streak of black light flew among the snowflakes, and a mournful howl reached his ears. A smile of enjoyment appeared on Dong Zhuo's face. He liked the bloody battlefield and the unscrupulous killing. When he was young, he worked for Zhang
Huan and Duan Jiao served together. The former died on his bed and the latter died in the court. Neither of these was what he wanted.