in the sky.

I don't know when a few white clouds came and covered the sun. The light dimmed for a while, but the white clouds soon drifted away.

The light then returned to normal.

"ah!"

The huge smell of blood attracted many vultures to circle in the sky, chirping loudly, and occasionally a gray feather fell down.

Inside Bohu Valley.

The soldiers on both sides fell into madness. They knew that if they did not kill each other, they would die themselves.

"Kill!!!" A militiaman with red eyes was wearing no armor, not even a jacket. He only held a spear picked up from the ground in his hand.

Fortunately, he had been trained with wooden spears and knew how to use a spear to stab a person to death.

Very simple.

If the opponent is an armored soldier, stab the opponent in the neck. If the opponent is a coat soldier, you can stab him in any way. Or, you can also use the length of the spear to stab the opponent's leg to make the opponent lose his balance and provide support for his companions.

Create opportunities.

This militiaman was very brave. Together with his two companions, he fought head-on with a Mongolian and Yuan armored spearman.

"Pfft."

He watched helplessly as one of his companions fell to the ground with a big hole in his neck. The companion covered his neck with his right hand, but could not stop the bleeding. He could only lose his breath in despair.

But he did not retreat or be timid.

Meng Yuan people? Really cannot be killed?

Really can't be defeated?

Our general is Wu Gong, the general who assisted the Han Dynasty.

Our ancestors are Emperors Yan and Huang. If General Wu cannot lead us to victory, then who can?

If the ancestors don't protect their descendants, then why should the ancestors do it?

Spit out our sacrifices.

"Kill!!!" This Mongolian soldier was very fierce and stabbed another companion of the militiaman with a spear. This companion also fell.

But before his companion fell, an opportunity was created. The Meng Yuan warrior's right leg was hit hard and he lost his balance.

The militiaman's eyes were wide open as he recalled scenes from the training in his mind. He exerted force from his waist and abdomen, exerted force on his arms, locked his eyes on the target, and used all his strength.

With a "swish" sound, the spear whistled like an arrow.

"Go to hell." This spear, accompanied by the roar of an ordinary militiaman, was like a white rainbow penetrating the sun, overwhelming.

With a "poof" sound, the Mongolian soldier was hit in the neck by a spear. He raised his head and looked at the militiamen. There was not much emotion in his eyes. Being killed and killed seemed to be normal things to him.

But before he died, he tried to raise the spear in his hand, stab the militiaman to death in the opposite direction, and die together. But in the end, he lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"What a scary guy." The militiaman took a deep breath, his heart beat at an extremely abnormal speed, his blood surged, and his face turned red. He took a deep look at the Meng Yuan soldier who fell on the ground, and then bent down to pick him up.

He put on his helmet and quickly pounced on the next opponent.

"But he's also a guy who can be killed."

He thought secretly in his heart.

Dead people are normal, as easy as drinking water. Meng Yuan soldiers and Wu Nianjun are like two huge meat grinders. While killing each other, they are also killed by each other.

The blood shed by the soldiers on both sides dyed the ground red, with corpses resting on their pillows. Many people stared at the front with their eyes wide open.

Wu Nian's soldiers had more casualties. But they were more numerous, with six thousand households of soldiers. Moreover, there were many people in the rear. There were not many strong men among them, but there were also some strong and bold women, and some

A gray-haired old man.

They were like moths flying into the flame. They were stimulated by this battlefield, felt the call of "benevolence and righteousness" in their hearts, and shouted.

"The ancestors will protect us."

They swooped up, picked up knives, spears, and even wooden spears on the ground, and joined the battle like crazy.

The most terrible thing for a nation is not its demise.

It's that although he is alive, his spirit has perished.

Those generals in Liaodong, even generals like Wei Changqing, brought soldiers and horses that were actually castrated soldiers and horses.

General Wei Changqing did not dare to fight in the field with the Meng Yuan people, so he could only rely on the city to fight.

It's not that General Wei Changqing is timid, but countless examples since the rise of the Meng Yuan people have told him that fighting against the Meng Yuan people in the field will result in death.

The general thinks so, the people think so, and of course the soldiers think so too.

Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng thought so too.

Even the people of Meng Yuan thought so. The households of Meng Yuan thought that Wu Nian did not dare to fight in the field, so they unscrupulously dispersed their troops and used 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers to try to surround Wu Nian.

But Wu Nian had this idea from the beginning.

Guerrilla is only temporary.

Soldiers and horses who dare not fight head-on cannot talk about expelling the Tartars and regaining Liaodong. Guerrilla guerrillas and fightings have cultivated soldiers.

The ultimate goal is to fight in large groups to drive away the Meng Yuan people and annihilate them.

And as Wu Nian's soldiers, old men, and strong women, fearless of death, entered Bohu Valley like moths flying to the flame, to participate in this war.

The Mongolian people felt the pressure.

"Why can these guys still fight? Why?" A Meng Yuan soldier who killed four Wu Nianjun soldiers in a row felt like a drowning man. Pressure came from all directions. The spear in his hand was like a

I usually feel too heavy, my breathing is short, and my eyes are red.

He felt something was wrong and shouldn't be. Why didn't this Han army collapse? It would be easier to kill if it collapsed.

Wasn't it always like this before?

One thousand of us defeated 10,000 in a short period of time. Then we rushed up, chased the defeated army, and killed everyone.

But why, why didn't this Han army collapse?

Their eyes were as fierce as wolves, and their expressions were full of perseverance.

Why?!!!! This Mongolian soldier was stabbed to death by a spearman of Wu Nianjun. After his body shook for a while, like many of his companions, he fell forward and fell to the ground, with his neck

The wounds constantly flowed out blood, contributing dye to the red earth.

Zhuge Liang said.

Dare to kill thousands of people, and can run rampant in the world.

When an army has twice as many troops as the enemy, or even twice as many, no matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as you don't collapse.

As long as someone dares to come up.

If they have the courage to bite their opponents to death even if they don't have weapons, fists and feet, then they won't lose.

This is a Han soldier.

Wu Nian County.

Wu Nian gave them souls.

While the Meng Yuan people were still looking at the Han people in Liaodong with the old eyes, Wu Nian had already gathered a group of elite soldiers, truly elite soldiers.

This battle.

The battle of Bohu Valley.

Wu Nian came prepared.

I am invincible!

Meaning literally.

I'm here, I'm going to defeat you and kill you all.
Chapter completed!