Chapter 888 Fusu defeated the middle-aged Huns

Under the blowing of the wind, the air is not only hot, but also has a strong smell of blood.

In the blink of an eye, there were countless casualties on both sides.

The Huns rushed down in formation, and most of the ranks were ordinary soldiers.

On the Qin army's side, those who rushed to the front were the guards and generals around Meng Tian.

These people are all strong men in the Qin army, and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

So! After the two sides encountered, the Qin army won a great victory.

The soldiers who followed behind these generals were also top soldiers selected from the barracks. These people are all future centurions, thousands, generals and other reserve talents.

Although the Xiongnu themselves were strong, they were much weaker after encountering the top soldiers in the Qin army.

Nature! The intensity of this encounter can be imagined.

After a hard-fought battle, the Huns' crushing plan was basically nullified.

The line stopped, and people huddled together.

The deputy commander and the others rushed to kill in this situation that was close to a human wall, but as a result, they fought their way out and killed from one side.

The original team of more than 2,000 people was able to kill only about half of them.

Fusu at this time! A big battle with the middle-aged Huns is underway.

They had already escaped from the gap between the two armies, and the battle was in the vast desert.

Same as before! Their battlefield is in a fog of sand.

From a distance, it looks like a sandstorm.

In fact, it was not the sandstorm coming, but the two of them fighting fiercely.

Under the running of the two sweaty and bloody horses, the fine yellow sand on the ground was rolled up. Under the action of the wind, it becomes "sand fog".

Both of them were red-eyed, almost losing their minds.

There is only one thought in my heart: how to defeat and kill the other party.

And even more! How to break each other apart.

Killing the other party will not solve the hatred, and breaking the other party will solve the hatred.

Especially the middle-aged Huns, who have this idea.

Nima Di! Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the Huns for a lifetime, no matter what he compares, he has no opponent.

Outcome! but lost to Meng Tian. Right now! He was defeated by a teenager from the Qin State again.

Losing to Meng Tian Lao Tzu can balance his heart, after all! He is the general of the Qin State and the general who guards the northwest border. If he didn't have that ability, how could he guard the northwest border and block the development of their Huns?

The Qin State is so big, and it is understandable to pick out one Meng Tian from so many people.

But? The young man in front of him, Lao Tzu is not convinced!

Nima Di! He is only an adult and looks like a baby, he is so awesome!

Lao Tzu is not convinced! Defy! Defy!

10,000, 100 million, countless dissatisfied!

My mind is full of dissatisfaction.

After a long and fierce battle, the sky gradually darkened, and the situation of the battle changed slightly.

Everyone is still energetic, and they still want to continue fighting, but they don't do it.

It is also their horse that is sweaty and bloody, and if it is replaced by an ordinary war horse, it will already be tired.

If the horses don't cooperate, the battlefield will be even more dangerous.

So! Gradually, the two of them didn't want to fight anymore.

That's at this time! Fusu found a perfect opportunity and slashed at the middle-aged Huns with a knife.

This time! He didn't use the back of the knife. But! I chose to use a knife edge.

With the back of a knife! It's to smash harder.

With a blade! It's to hurt the opponent to a greater extent.

With the back of the knife, that's called smashing! With the blade of a knife, that is called chopping, cutting.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Huns hurriedly raised their spears with both hands to parry.

"Cut! Chop! Chop! ……”

Fusu succeeded in one move, and he continued to slash like a madman.

In this confrontation of strength, no one can change the pattern.

Even though it's a blade, the power to cut it down is still quite large.

So! The middle-aged Huns had to go up and fight.

The first opportunity was robbed by Fusu, and he had no chance to change his moves, so he could only make a hard bar.

Outcome! Under Fusu's desperate chopping, the wooden stick of the middle-aged Huns' spear was notched.

"Smash! Smash! Smash! ……”

Fusu suddenly changed his move and smashed it down with the back of his knife.

The first back slash was not strong enough to cause no damage.

When he smashed the back of the first knife, he had to change his method. So! The power does not come into play.

When the second knife is smashed on the back, the power is much greater.

The third, fourth, and fifth slashes down on the back, and the effect comes out.

When the sixth knife fell on the back, a miracle occurred.

"Click!" With a bang, the spear and wooden stick of the middle-aged Huns were broken.

"Ahh

Seeing this, the middle-aged Huns couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and instinctively wailed.

Just as Fusu's blade slashed down, he instinctively threw a piece of wooden handle towards Fusu.

The two are so close that they can hit each other with a casual flick.

"Whew!"

The black sweaty BMW seemed to be relieved, and ran away with a scream.

Before the time! When the two sides competed with each other, every time Fusu slashed down, the black sweat and blood BMW felt unbearable.

If it's usual? It doesn't care at all.

This is not? After a tired day and a hungry day, where can I continue?

"Don't run!" Seeing this, Fusu pushed over.

Seeing that the black sweaty BMW was running too fast, he chased it for a while and gave up when he couldn't catch up.

It's a pity! Didn't be able to kill this powerful middle-aged Huns!

If this middle-aged Hun man does not die, he will be the next Hun king.

Or rather! After the death of the young Xiongnu king, he became the new Xiongnu king.

Who else was his opponent among these Huns?

Furthermore! The young Xiongnu king was still his beloved disciple. Among the Huns, he already had prestige and prestige. So! Succeeding the new Xiongnu king is worthy of the name and deserved.

It was getting dark, and it was cool in the wind.

In the air! It smelled of blood. Other than that! And the smell of dust.

The stomach is full of dust.

The saliva that came out of it was a thick smell of sand.

"Prince Fusu!"

"Prince Fusu!"

"Prince Fusu!"

From the southeast, the light of torches and the shouts of the crowd were heard.

Fu Soda Ma ran over, and when he saw that it was the deputy general and others, he answered!

"I'm here! What's going on over there? ”

"Prince Fusu! You? You're still alive! ”

It was the voice of the great general Meng Tian in surprise.

"Hehehe!" Fusu said with a smile while beating his horse: "I'm here to experience life!" How can you just die! ”

"But I'm dying! Your two horses are running too fast! We can't catch it at all! ”

"Really? How far have we run? ”

"At least five hundred miles!" Meng Tian replied.

"Five hundred miles?"

"Just kidding! It's probably more than a hundred miles! Alas! We all thought you were dead! Let's go! Go back to drinking! ”

"How many of us are left?" Fusu asked.

"Alas!" The deputy commander sighed and said, "We are more than 2,000 people here, and now there are about 200 people left!" ”

"That?" Fusu asked: "How many Huns died?" ”