Wu Nian killed Li Dazui, but that was all.

Meng Yuan people are not like that, just shout.

"Your general has been killed by me, quickly dismount and surrender." People who will be captured obediently. The Meng Yuan people have terrible endurance.

Wu Nian looked up and saw a dozen of Li Dazui's soldiers surrounding him.

"Kill!!!" These dozen soldiers looked at each other and pounced towards Wu Nian.

Their courage was commendable, but of course they were no match for Wu Nian. Wu Nian rushed from left to right and killed them all quickly. The horse in Wu Nian's hand turned into blood, and the thick blood dripped down, exuding an insoluble poison.

The smell of blood.

The fire in Wu Nian's heart is still burning and has not calmed down yet.

He wants.

Kill as fast as you can.

"Drive!" Wu Nian drove the war horse and rushed straight to the camp gate. When he entered the Mongolian camp, Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu had the upper hand, and the three battle generals were unstoppable.

However, the Mongolian people also adjusted and resisted tenaciously.

An ordinary army would have collapsed long ago when it reached this point. But the resistance of the Meng Yuan people made Wu Nian feel a sense of courage.

"We will definitely turn defeat into victory."

This is the belief of the Mongolian soldiers.

"The old trick: set fire!!!! Drive them away, disperse them, and then kill them all." Wu Nian yelled and said.

"Barbarians, listen obediently to the words of this noble descendant of Yan Han. Your captain has been killed by me. If you have the sense, kneel down and surrender. I may consider sparing your lives."

While Wu Nian ordered the soldiers who dared to die to set fire, he rode his horse forward, waving the horse spear in his hand repeatedly, and blood rose into the sky.

He was yelling as hard as he could.

The Mongolian soldiers will not surrender obediently, but some of them will definitely waver. As long as someone wavers, they will run away.

There is nothing more exciting than a pursuit battle.

There is nothing more painful than hand-to-hand combat.

Sure enough, as Wu Nian finished speaking, there were soldiers from the Meng Yuan Dynasty looking for Li Dazui in the crowd, but of course they couldn't find him, and some people's eyes began to flicker.

No one ran away, but they were a little shaken.

"Kill!!!!!" Wu Nian roared angrily, and there was no enemy among his men. Wherever he passed, people fell on their backs, and corpses and blood paved the way, moving forward, forward, and forward again.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The wind was very strong today, and those who dared to die lit their tents on fire. For a moment, thick smoke billowed, making the battlefield look like a dream.

One by one, the Mongolian soldiers fell and were trampled to death by their companions.

Unless you have an iron willpower, every army has a line.

When the casualties cross that line, after a brief period of confusion, the troops and horses will be defeated. Now smoke is billowing, and screams are coming one after another.

The Mongolian soldiers fell one by one. Li Dazui was nowhere to be seen. The centurions were dead, and those who could not be found could not be found.

It seemed like everything was irreversible.

A devil began to appear in the hearts of the shaken Meng Yuan soldiers. Their eyes began to flicker, and some began to be defeated.

Once the rout starts, it won't stop.

The soldiers and horses of Beishan Fort followed behind the four generals to kill, while holding wooden sticks or something as ignition materials, burning the tents of the Meng Yuan people. In the thick smoke, they seemed to be evil spirits and demons.

.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!

I don't know how long he has been killing, but the horses under Wu Nian have been replaced by two, and the armor on his body can no longer find its original color, only red, bloody red.

Half of his face was red, and his eyes were also red.

He has fallen into madness.

When Wu Nian woke up, his eyes lit up. It turned out that he had already fought his way out of the Mongolian camp from the north, and behind him was a fire scene with thick smoke.

What hit you was the stench. The corpse was burnt, the leather was burnt, the horse was burnt, and the blood was dried.

There were many Mongolian and Yuan warriors ahead. The invincible Mongolian warriors fled without knowing how to move.

Wu Nian didn't catch up because he was tired.

There is no way to catch up. These people will soon leave the Beishan Fort range and enter the mountains.

Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the sky, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down his mood. Unknowingly, the soldiers who were still alive and willing to die gathered behind him.

Wu Nian looked back and saw Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tieniu, with a happy smile on his face.

"Quickly put out the fire, rescue supplies and injured soldiers."

Wu Nian raised the bloody horse in his hand and gave a loud shout. Then he said: "Send someone to tell Li Yong. Let the people cheer. We won."

"I won."

However, the soldiers who dared to die still looked at Wu Nian blankly, their eyes seemed to be looking at a god.

They actually won, really won.

Before setting off, they simply trusted Wu Nian and came together. At that time, they still couldn't imagine that they would win.

The opponent is a Mongolian, invincible in a field battle.

There were only two hundred of them, and they went out to fight in the city.

The Mongolian people had at least a thousand uninjured soldiers, and the difference in strength was huge. It was not until this moment that they knew what had happened.

Won, really won.

The gods will not answer their prayers.

But the man in front of him would. In the hearts of the soldiers who dared to die in Beishan Fort, Wu Nian had become a god.

"Mars!"

"Yes!!!!" A young soldier who dared to die roared with all his strength, then rushed into the smoke-filled Meng Yuan camp and began to put out the fire.

It's a big camp. The distance between tents is still very wide. Although the smoke is billowing, it's not that scary when it burns.

Not the whole camp was set on fire.

There are still many wounded soldiers in the camp, including wounded Mongolian soldiers, wounded soldiers from Beishan Fort, and some supplies.

It's silly to treat them differently.

The Mongols wounded and killed their soldiers without any nonsense.

The wounded soldiers from Beishan Fort picked up the wounded soldiers and ran towards Beishan Fort.

City gate.

Li Yong watched Wu Nian and others fight out, holding the handle of the knife motionless. He saw Wu Nian and others charging into the Mengyuan camp, and saw flames burning in the camp.

But he didn't dare to let down his guard.

The Mongolian people have strong fighting power and tenacious fighting will, so they cannot be underestimated. Even if they attack the camp or set fire to it, they may be counterattacked by the Mongolian soldiers, resulting in heavy losses.

Until a young soldier who dared to die in Beishan Fort rushed over and said breathlessly: "Li Sima won, we won. The general personally killed the opponent's commander, and we successfully killed most of them.

Mongolian warriors."

"General, let us cheer."

"Boom". Like thunder passing by, there was a loud roar in Li Yong's head. Then Li Yong felt that the world was spinning and he almost fell to the ground. After regaining his composure and standing firm, Li Yong raised his arms to the sky and shouted

road.

"General."
Chapter completed!