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Chapter 75 [Unparalleled Mowing]

puff~
The warhorse under him snorted loudly, and the armor on his body was unbearably hot. There were knights in armor and holding bows all around him. His nose was filled with the fishy smell of horse manure and men's sweat.

Originally a member of a powerful army, Huang Biao was forcibly conscripted into the Northern Expedition Army by the imperial teacher for three months. After traveling all the way to the grassland, he felt his heart beating like a drum.

Huang Biao was not a man who had never killed anyone. He had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had also followed his lord to suppress bandits.

But at this moment, the rumbling sound of thousands of horses galloping on the grassland made him feel that the earth was roaring and would swallow up his insignificant self at any time.

Snapped!
Someone slapped him on the head. Huang Biao turned around and saw that it was his sergeant.

"New boy, listen carefully to the command. Follow me closely when we charge. Don't fall behind."

"Sergeant, when we were breaking camp this morning, I heard some people around us gossiping about how the Imperial Master had used his magic to discover the Xiongnu Khan's main tent.

That's the camp of the Great Khan of the Xiongnu, with 30,000 cavalrymen. We only have less than 10,000 cavalrymen. Can we really charge in like this?"

Snapped!
The sergeant slapped Huang Biao on the head again.

"You are a young boy who has never seen the world. You know nothing about fighting!"

The sergeant roared amid the sound of horse hooves, and the flying saliva almost sprayed on Huang Biao's face.

"The Imperial Master is an immortal, does the immortal know?

I served as a frontier soldier in Yanshan for more than ten years, and fought back and forth with the Wuhuan and Xiongnu for more than ten years, but I never had a good fight.

It was not until last year that the Imperial Master led our 5,000 cavalrymen to charge the 20,000-strong Wuhuan army, and the thunderbolt from heaven struck the Chanyu in the center of the Wuhuan army and killed him.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the enemy army, the imperial prefect led his personal soldiers to attack the enemy army, braving the arrows and making seven trips back and forth among the thousands of soldiers.

In that battle, I didn't put in much effort, but I managed to kill eight Wuhuan people. As a reward, I sent three thousand coins back home.

Don't panic, kid. Only two of our team died in that battle, so the casualties weren't high."

"Two out of five people died, isn't that high?"

woo-

Huang Biao was terrified when he heard the dull sound of a horn in the distance.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Follow the Imperial Master. We defeated the Wuhuan last year, and we can defeat the Xiongnu this year as well!"

The sergeant cheered and adjusted his horse's speed slightly, forming a straight line side by side with the surrounding cavalry.

Huang Biao's horse climbed a gentle slope. His sight moved upwards little by little, and he saw the enemy troops lined up in neat formation two miles ahead.

There were over ten thousand people, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The dense military formation composed of men and horses stretched to the end of his sight.

Every Hun was riding a tall horse, none of them wore armor, their hair was shaved into strange shapes, and they were all holding bows and arrows, pointing them at the sky diagonally upwards.

Buzz!

Tens of thousands of arrows were shot into the sky, making strange noises, and then fell like raindrops under the influence of gravity.

Compared to direct shooting, the power of projectiles is generally smaller.

But at this time, the dense rain of arrows still caused countless people in their own camp to be shot and fall off their horses, clearing out a large area in an instant.

There was also a rain of arrows rising from our own camp, falling on the dark crowd on the opposite side, and countless people fell down like grass being mowed down.

Something warm splashed onto Huang Biao's face. It was the blood of his comrades.

The owner of the blood had just been hit in the forehead by an arrow and fell off his horse without a sound.

"It was just a little off, the arrow could have landed on my head.

On a battlefield like this, does personal bravery really have any meaning?"

Huang Biao's breathing quickened, his body trembling slightly, but his hands instinctively tightened around his weapons. Charge! Charge!
On the emerald grassland, the ocean of black and red finally collided, emitting roars and screams that shook the heavens.

This is a collision of flesh and blood and weapons!
Spears pierced through, blood splattered everywhere, angry roars, desperate screams...

There are people everywhere, and dead bodies are everywhere under the horses' hooves. The comrades behind you are pushing you forward to die, and the Huns in front of you are waving swords to kill you.

Tens of thousands of people were crowded together, making it impossible to move freely.

The battlefield is like a huge millstone. The person who enters between the two millstones first should be the first to be crushed to death.

Huang Biao stabbed a stupid Hun man who was holding a knife on the battlefield to death with a spear, and said to himself.

"This isn't a solution. We have so few people that we'll be the first to collapse."

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The ground suddenly shook more violently, and Huang Biao noticed a dull drum sound coming from the right side behind him.

Glancing back out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his own cavalry had voluntarily made way for a tall horse with a shoulder height of eight feet and fully armored to rush out.

Sitting on the horse was a knight also wearing heavy armor, holding an exaggerated 10-foot-long lance in one hand.

boom!
A man and his horse sped up and rushed into the middle of the Huns holding spears and lances. He swung the lance and swept across. With just one blow, dozens of people and horses in front of him were forced to retreat.

The true energy, wrapped in the strong wind, turned into a raging wave, tearing the fragile human body into pieces, crushing the flesh and blood of the people and horses into broken warm limbs and meat mist, which flew and scattered in the green grass that had been crushed into mud under the feet.

The scattered arrows that flew near him could not even get within three feet before being blown everywhere by the strong wind.

"Is this...is this still a human being?"

It was the first time that Huang Biao saw the national master take action.

Under the attack of his lance, the bodies of ordinary people were so fragile that they were even weaker than grass.

Tweet~
The war horses neighed as they continued to charge towards the Huns, slashing left and right with their spears, thus carving out a wide passage of flesh and blood in the dense sea of ​​people.

"The Imperial Master is mighty!"

"We must win! Yanhan must win!"

"Kill the Huns!"

At the rear of their own camp, the soldiers who had not yet formally engaged the Huns shouted loudly, their voices shaking the sky and boosting their morale.

"Han people, stop being so arrogant."

A roar filled with true energy sounded, clearly audible in the noisy battlefield.

In the dense Hun army formation several hundred feet away from the national teacher, a general was seen on horseback holding an exaggerated giant bow taller than an ordinary person. On the bow was an arrow thicker than a crossbow, and he was aiming at the national teacher.

The moment the roar sounded, the arrow was shot out, instantly crossing a distance of several hundred feet and flying in front of the national teacher.

Bang!
The arrow was pierced by the sharp blade of the lance, exploded into pieces, and stirred up a gust of wind and waves.

Before the opponent shot the second arrow, the imperial teacher had already galloped his horse towards the target.

Run all the way.

Invincible.

He carved out a long road of corpses in the sea of ​​people, killed his way through numerous obstacles, and after detonating the six arrows shot by the generals, he arrived in front of the enemy.

bass!
The moment the two men engaged in close combat, he cut off the general's sword with one move.

The second move was to thrust the horse spear into the general's chest, lifting him high up...

(End of this chapter)