Zhu Youliang looked at Wu Nian, who was wearing armor and holding a steel knife, with half of his face dyed blood red. After trembling for a while, he asked in a questioning voice: "Wu Nian, you claim to be a descendant of the Yan Han Dynasty and wear the clothes of the Han people. But you have betrayed your faith. Confucius and Mencius Is this how you were taught?”

"It's a pity. I haven't read the books of Confucius and Mencius. When dealing with barbarians, I only know benefits."

Wu Nian's expression did not change at all, he was confident and confident, and his words were loud and clear.

"You bastard!!" Zhu Youliang's lungs were about to burst with anger. His fists were clenched, his body was shaking, and his eyes were fierce. He wanted to tear Wu Nian into pieces on the spot.

Wu Nian just returned his sneer.

It is really stupid to talk about loyalty with the barbarians. And do the Han people only have benevolence and righteousness? The Han people's art of war is deceitful, and they use any means to achieve their goals.

Zhu Erha glanced disdainfully at the trembling Zhu Youliang, then turned to look at Wu Nian, raised his head, and said with a ferocious smile: "Do you think you will win?"

Wu Nian raised his eyebrows, his expression became much more serious, he took a deep look at Zhu Erha and said, "Do you think you still have a chance of winning?"

"Of course. I, the Meng Yuan people, are not useless. Do you know about the Battle of Shen Chun?" Zhu Erha became more and more proud and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Tieniu, Liu Wu and others stood separately and led elite soldiers to surround Zhuerha, but their expressions became solemn.

The Battle of Shen Chun.

Han general Liu Guiyou led two guards with a force of about 10,000 people. He besieged a Mongolian captain of a thousand men with a force of about 1,000 people.

The two sides had a field battle in a wilderness called Chenchun. As a result, Liu Guiyou was killed. Ten thousand Han soldiers, like ten thousand pigs, were chased and killed by a thousand Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.

That was many years ago, when the Mongolian people had just established their country. From the beginning of this war, a [god] was formed in the hearts of the Han people.

Even if they have ten times more troops than the Mongolians, they may not be a match for the Mongolians in field battles.

The Mongolian people are a fighting nation.

The elite soldiers under Wu Nian's command were only three hundred households. Including him, Liu Wu, Zhang Jin, and Tieniu, there were only three hundred and forty men.

There were some casualties among the rebels just now. There should be about 320 people left now. The other party had 400 or 50 people.

Their military strength was less than ten times that of the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.

Of course Wu Nian and the four men are not afraid, but the elite soldiers under their command, although they are said to be elite soldiers, have actually not fought many battles and are the new recruits who have faced off against the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers for the first time.

It’s just that he trains rigorously and is physically strong.

The soldiers under their command all took a breath of cold air.

Although Zhu Erha and other Meng Yuan people were surrounded, they seemed to be surrounded by Wu Nian and others. They were all so powerful and tyrannical.

This is God.

It is easy to make clay sculptures in a ruined temple.

Heartbroken and troubled.

It is better to pray to God and Buddha than to pray to yourself.

My destiny is up to me, not to God.

We must break the myth of the Meng Yuan people being invincible.

"Brothers, kill them." Wu Nian shouted in all directions, and rushed forward with both feet. The steel knife in his hand bloomed with a bright white light under the firelight.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu did not hesitate and rushed forward with steel knives in hand.

The general is brave and not afraid of death, and the army is inspired by it.

If someone takes the lead, morale will naturally be boosted.

The three hundred elite soldiers temporarily put aside their fear of the Mongolian soldiers, roared and waved the steel swords in their hands, and rushed forward.

"Follow me, sir."

"Isn't it just death? There is nothing to be afraid of. I will still be a good man after eighteen years."

"Don't Meng Yuan people have one pair of eyes and one nose? Kill him."

Zhuerha was also unfazed. He raised the steel knife in his hand and shouted: "Warriors. Over the years, too many people have tried to defeat us, but they have all been defeated by us."

"Because we are the strongest."

"Kill them all." Zhu Erha just said, brandishing the steel knife in his hand, and rushed towards Wu Nian. Before leaving, Jin Huanshan told him to be careful of Wu Nian's martial arts.

But at this time, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

If Wu Nian can be killed, it will turn the tide.

If not, it's almost over.

In a fight to the death, only the brave can win.

Wu Nian had already expected this and was looking forward to this result.

As long as Zhu Erha is killed, the morale of the Mongolian and Yuan warriors will collapse. Nowadays, there are really as many Mongolian warriors as there are, and they have also established Han generals.

There are too many enemies he has to face, and one of his soldiers is dead. The best strategy is to protect his troops as much as possible and eliminate the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers.

It's really good to be a general.

"bite!!"

People who both wanted to kill each other met, and the steel knives clashed in the air. Sparks flew and a gap was cut in each one.

Wu Nian and Zhu Erha both clenched the steel knives in their hands, and their arms swelled a little as if they had taken powerful pills, with veins popping out.

In terms of strength, they are evenly matched.

Working out the body is like lifting weights in the gym, it is a long-term process. It has not been long since Wu Nian killed the captain of thousands last time, and his strength has not increased much.

Wu Nian was not surprised by this result.

Zhu Erha was not surprised either. This Han man was very strong and very different from the generals he had encountered before.

Zhu Erha once personally beheaded a commander, a real Han general.

So weak.

But the Han people in front of me are different, they are really powerful.

In terms of strength, Wu Nian is not surprised. The same goes for sword skills. In his previous life, he was good at cold weapons, daggers, and knives, and he was very good at them.

Ma Shu is a beginner.

He is an expert in knife skills.

"Ding ding ding." Wu Nian's arms shook, forcing Zhu Erha to take a step back. Then he waved the steel knife in his hand expressionlessly and walked forward.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Nian swung out seven swords.

It is not as magical as the seven swords in one martial arts novel. But each sword is as fast as lightning, powerful and heavy, with unparalleled power and endless duration.

The angle of each knife is also different, which is very tricky.

Zhu Erha's eyes widened, which was beyond his expectation. This sword technique was beyond the capabilities of a captain like him.

What a Zhuerha, even when he was shocked, his instinctive reaction was extremely strong. He actually resisted all seven attacks by Wu Nian.

But after seven sword strikes, Wu Nian still had some strength left. But Zhu Erha's arms were already sore and weak, and his moves were old.

"Puff". Wu Nian first lowered his waist, moved the knife forward, and struck Zhu Erha's inner thigh from between Zhu Erha's feet with a clever move, causing blood to fly.

This knife is a sure kill.

The aorta was severed, and given the medical conditions of this era, he was dead.

But Wu Nian was very generous and did not watch Zhu Erha bleed to death. Zhu Erha did not lose his will to fight. Taking advantage of this moment, he used both arms to give Wu Nian a knife in front of him.

Wu Nian blocked Zhu Erha's attack with a backhand knife, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

My strength has obviously weakened.

"Pfft." Wu Nian turned his wrist, and the sword light drew a perfect half-moon, and then Zhu Erha's head rose into the sky and rolled to the ground.

His helmet came off, his eyes were wide open, there was no fear, no anxiety, only anger.

A scary guy, a beast that is not afraid of death.

But that’s where it ends.
Chapter completed!