At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 62 Xiao Han Becomes the Target
Five thousand heavily armored cavalry charged into the cavalry of Xue Yan's tribe.

You don't even need to make any movements, just maintain the formation and hold the Qian Dao horizontally.

Wherever it goes, it destroys everything in its path.

The bows and crossbows of the grassland people could not penetrate the heavy armor at all.

The scimitar hit the armor, and sparks flew.

"charge."

The five thousand heavily armored cavalry were like a sharp awl, piercing fiercely into the body of the Xueyan tribe.

Han Qinghu had a pointed head, black armor and a black spear, and was invincible.

Almost pierced through the entire Xueyan tribe cavalry.

"Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, Palace Troops, outflanking from the left and right wings."

Xiao Han gave orders in an orderly manner.

"Boom."

The three o'clock drum sounds.

Eight thousand Tiger and Leopard Cavalry rushed out from the Xiliang camp, each holding a dry sword.

Huluxu was the most courageous. He charged into the enemy camp with his sword and killed anyone who stood in his way.

"kill."

Zhao Mule was no less terrible, a ferocious beast in human form, one man on one horse, charging recklessly, wielding a dry sword, with broken arms and pieces flying everywhere.

The Shen Ce Army was in the middle, dividing the Xue Yan tribe army into two.

The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the Palace Soldiers took the left and right positions to complete the cutting and encirclement.

"Black Armor Army, press forward."

Xiao Han spoke.

"Boom."

The four o'clock drum sounded.

The big banner is flying.

"Brothers, it's our turn."

Lu Ju jumped onto his horse and spat on the ground.

Black Armor Army.

Those on horseback are called cavalrymen, and those on dismount are called brave soldiers.

"kill."

"Destroy the Xueyan tribe."

Lu Ju and Liao Huan led the Black Armor Army to attack the Xue Yan tribe army head-on.

After opening the gap.

The troops were divided into two groups to support the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and the Palace Troops respectively.

The cavalry of the Xueyan tribe, who were surrounded, had no chance to take advantage of the light cavalry and could only circle in place.

The dry knives ruthlessly harvested the lives of these grassland people.

The armor was stained red with blood.

How could the barbarians, who had no mobility and only leather armor and scimitars, be a match for the Xiliang Iron Cavalry who were armed to the teeth?

"Won."

Although the battle has not yet ended, Xiao Han has already felt it is over in his heart.

The cavalry of Xue Yan's tribe were constantly cut into pieces and then wiped out.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The wolf smoke rose into the sky, circling like a dragon.

The battle lasted for two hours.

The casualties of Xue Yan's tribe's army became increasingly severe, and they began to flee.

When two armies clash, whichever army is defeated first basically means complete defeat.

at the moment.

The morale of the Xiliang soldiers was high, their bodies were covered in blood, and they looked like evil spirits.

Lu Ju, Liao Huan, Zhuge Shou, Zhao Muli, Huluxu, and Han Qinghu were all capable of fighting ten thousand enemies. They charged into battle as if they were chopping melons and vegetables.

among them.

The fastest was the heavy cavalry led by Han Qinghu, which was only a few hundred steps away from the royal tent of Xue Yan's tribe.

"Brothers, let's kill the generals, seize the flags, and establish our cause. Now is the time."

Han Qinghu stabbed Xue Yanren who was coming to kill him with a gun, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw his body away.

Right now there are tens of thousands of people surrounding us, and the heavily armored cavalry has no charging speed, so it won't have much power.

Han Qinghu simply dismounted and turned from a cavalryman into a heavily armored infantryman.

The soldiers behind him followed suit, holding seven-foot-long swords, and charged towards the king's tent fearlessly.

"We can't let that kid get there first."

Huluxu became anxious and killed the Xue Yan cavalryman who was blocking his way with one sword. There was blood foam on his body. He swung the sword in a circle and killed anyone who blocked his way.

"Quite smart."

Under the general's tent, Xiao Han nodded slightly.

When he was in the North, he was always at the forefront.

Kill the general and seize the flag, and take the enemy's head in the midst of thousands of troops as easily as taking something from a bag.

Unexpectedly, after arriving in Xiliang, he became a hands-off boss.

A leader should not compete for credit with his subordinates.

In the North, he wanted military merit, but now, it was his brothers who wanted military merit.

As for the killing points gained from charging into battle, Xiao Han no longer cared about them.

It seemed that the king's tent of Xue Yan's tribe was about to be captured.

Suddenly, several powerful auras emerged and four figures rushed out.

Three of them blocked the surrounding Xiliang cavalry, and the rest of the Xue Yan tribe covered the retreat of the king's tent.

And the remaining person actually fought his way out from the vast army.

He soared into the air, and after a few rises and falls, he crossed a hundred feet and pounced towards Xiao Han.

A terrifying aura rose into the sky, and internal energy surged.

The visitor was a man in his forties, dressed in a white robe and dressed like a scholar.

A pair of bare hands can crush anything with ease.

With just a casual palm strike, he knocked down more than a dozen heavily armored cavalrymen who were rushing towards him.

"Good skills."

"Protect your lord."

"Stop him."

Hu Luxu opened his eyes wide, threw the dry knife in his hand, and stabbed it towards the man's back.

"roll."

The man in white robe turned his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he mobilized his true energy to knock the dry sword away.

The powerful true energy swept over him, and Huluxu was also knocked back several steps.

"Stay."

Lu Ju rode over and swung his sword, but it only cut the air. The man appeared ten feet away and avoided the sword.

Liao Huan and Zhuge Shou also rushed towards the man, but were repelled by the palm force.

All he could do was watch the man getting closer and closer to the general's tent.

"Die to me."

Han Qinghu's face flushed, and he threw the iron spear in his hand, but it was still deflected by the man's protective qi.

In a moment.

The man in white robe came within ten feet of Xiao Han, but he did not see any fear on the face of the Xiliang Governor.

Quite the opposite.

Xiao Han's eyes were full of teasing.

He never expected that one day he would become the target of others' desire to kill the general and seize the flag.

"laugh."

The cold sword light burst out, tearing the air.

The autumn wind cut through the man, and his whole body was shivering with cold.

The sword energy was coming towards him, and he had to stop. If he continued forward, he would be cut in half by the sword.

"boom."

The sword and palm collided, and the sword energy shattered.

But the next moment.

Two figures rushed out from behind Xiao Han.

Dayue'er held a Qingshuang sword in her hand and raised her hand, two colorful ribbons rushed out, wrapped in true energy and as sharp as swords.

Blood Shadow held an ancient sword in his hand, the blade fell down, and he pounced forward to kill.

Three figures collided and exchanged several moves. Dayue'er and Xueying joined forces and forced the strong man from the Xueyan tribe to retreat.

The man in white robe landed ten feet away with a serious expression. Dayueer and Xueying also landed on Xiao Han's left and right.

"Go back."

Xiao Han stood up, waved his hand, and the two of them retreated together.

"What's your name?"

He looked at the man in white robe.

"The dead don't deserve to know my name."

The man in white robe spoke.

Xiao Han narrowed his eyes.

"laugh."

The blood-red sword at his waist was unsheathed, emitting a cold light. The man in white robe opened his eyes wide, his hair stood on end, and he felt the crisis of death.

The cold murderous aura made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave. At the critical moment of life and death, he stretched out his hands, and his true energy surged.

But the next moment.

A chill passed through the throat of the man in white robe, and his expression was horrified.

everything is over.

The internal force dissipated.

The palm force has not been released.

His hands dropped, and the light in his pupils quickly faded.

"boom."

After a few breaths, the man fell down, and a red line was particularly conspicuous at his throat.

"He may not be very capable, but he has a big mouth."

Xiao Han performed a few knife tricks and put the Blood-Red Sword back into the scabbard.

(End of this chapter)