When the flames in the trenches burned, people became so small, and one life after another danced in the flames, and wails rose and fell in the fire, and there was a vague illusion that all kinds of twisted souls were constantly changing shapes in the flames.

Shen Leng who was standing in the car looked at the scene in front of him but did not cheer like the soldiers under him, but he didn't feel guilty either, he was no longer the boy who would still be precious, war, it has always been like this.

He had no cheers and no mercy, and he knew very well what the cost of compassion for the enemy would be.

He's just calm.

The smell of burnt smell began to disperse, and the temperature of the flame forced Ning Jun to retreat a little, the smell of getting into people's noses made people unable to get used to it, this smell may exist in many people's noses for a long, long time, every time I think about it, this smell will come out involuntarily, like the last curse of those who are burned to death.

It is also the most powerless curse.

Only the weak pin their hopes of revenge on the curse.

Ning Jun stood in the distance and watched the fire burning, the smell of scorching smell was always emitting, through the heavy fire curtains, he could vaguely see the fear and despair on the faces of the people who rested in the distance, maybe it was just an illusion.

Sitting on horseback and looking at the raging fire, he didn't notice that his body was trembling, he couldn't help but tremble, and it was the most elite warriors who were burned to death in the fire, they had slaughtered countless places, and now they were being slaughtered.

The people of the Western Regions believe in Zen Buddhism, and he has also heard of such a thing as retribution, and he disagrees, but at this moment he thought of this word.

The fire continued to burn for a long time, and when the fire gradually went out, black smoke continued to rise from the trench, and the smoke enveloped a large area of the area, but there was certainly no one in the smoke who ascended to the soul of heaven.

"Blow the horn!"

At this moment, Shen Leng's military order sounded.

Woo!

The sound of trumpets wafted out of him.

"Daning Soldiers!"

"Kill!"

Luo Kedi, the general of the Wuzi battalion, gave an order, he had been waiting for a long time, and with his roar, the Daning soldiers pressed forward neatly, and the footsteps were like muffled thunder, and the ground trembled in front of this thunder.

The Daning soldiers in black sè armor passed through the black sè smoke, they were like demons transformed by the black sè smoke, and the moment they roared out, the despair and fear on the faces of the resting people were heavier.

With a pop, Luo Kedi slashed the resting man in front of him to death, the knife slashed diagonally through the neck, and the resting head fell to the ground with half of his shoulder and one arm, and the blood gushed out at that moment and was still exuding temperature, so that it seemed that the space was slightly distorted.

This is the first large-scale head-to-head confrontation between the Daning soldiers and the Anning people, in order to meet the inevitable battle Shen Leng has been preparing for several years, he understands the Anning people, even if this battle does not take place in Tubo, it will inevitably happen in Daning in the future, rather than let the war implicate the people of Daning, it is better to keep the war away from the people.

In order to deal with the fighting style of the rest people, Shen Leng thought of almost all possibilities, in this world, the people who can fight hard with the Daning soldiers are also rest people except for Hei Wu, so how could Shen Leng take it lightly.

Luo Kedi still made good use of his horizontal knife, but the Daning soldiers he brought did not use long knives, but used spears that were cheap but more effective against the scimitars in the hands of the resting people, and the spears with ash rods were simply a nightmare for short weapons, compared to the heavy lance, the spears were simple to make

There is not a tenth of a long lance, it is extremely easy to equip an army on a large scale, and this ash is very capricious and not easy to break.

The hand-to-hand combat skills of the rest people are very fierce, and they have summed up the fighting style in one battle after another, but Shen Leng did not intend to let the Daning soldiers and them use knives to exchange their lives for their lives.

The spear kept stabbing forward, but it was just stabbing forward, and the scimitar of the Sabbath man slashed down and cut not all the people were guns, but dense guns.

That scene made people's scalp tingle, the spear kept poking forward, and the machine-like action, no matter where it stabbed into the enemy's body, stabbed, receiving, stabbing, receiving, stabbing again, retracting.

Such an action seemed to be brutal to the extreme, but it completely shattered the last shred of courage of the resting people.

A young soldier with red eyes slashed, and then felt that his heart was cold, it was cold rather than pain, he subconsciously lowered his head, and then saw something leave his heart, followed by blood gushing out of the hole, his brain buzzed, and the sky and the earth seemed to instantly become a single white sè, even the armor on those Ning soldiers became white sè, the sky was white, the earth was white, and the blood was white.

When Sè Cai returned to his mind, his body had been pierced by a second wound, this shot pierced his lower abdomen, the tip of the spear was still carrying something when it was pulled out of his lower abdomen, I don't know if it was a piece of intestine or something, slimy blood dripped down the barrel of the gun, and the red tassel had been stuck together with blood.

The battlefield is full of sounds, the sound of iron piercing leather armor, the sound of piercing human flesh, the sound of piercing life.

A resting man fell to the ground after being stabbed, and waved the scimitar in his hand like crazy, but his scimitar could not touch the enemy at all, and then he saw a gun smash down, and smashed it in his face, the gun was a stick, and he was immediately stunned when he smashed it, and the Daning soldiers who pressed forward forced the rest man step by step, and the wounded lying on the ground were poked several times in a row by three spears before they could stand up.

"Retreat!"

Abandon Nie Di's eyes were blood-red, and he knew that he had been defeated again.

As the horn of the retreating soldiers sounded, the rest of the rear team went first, and the people in front wanted to retreat but it was too late, the Ning people stuck behind them like demons, they did not turn around and retreated, they died, and they turned around and died faster.

"Change the knife!"

Luo Kedi gave an order.

Daning soldiers threw the spear in their hands forward, a dense spear fell in the team of the resting people, looking down from above, the falling spears were like raindrops falling on the lake, and the people who fell down were the ripples on the lake that were smashed by the raindrops, circle by circle, circle by circle, after the spear was thrown, the Daning soldier pulled out the black line knife hanging obliquely behind his back, held the knife with both hands, and closely followed the ass of the resting man to chop.

None of the face-to-face battles of the Sabbatarians have been beaten, and the fate of handing over the back to the enemy is all too clear.

The Daning soldiers continued to squeeze forward like this, driving the defeated soldiers of the Sabbatarians to impact their rear team, so the array of the Sabbatarians became more and more chaotic, and the more chaotic the more beneficial it was to the Ning army, and the generals of the Anxib people could be heard frantically issuing military orders, and the roars came and went in the ranks of the Sabbatarians, but the team was squeezed into such a way that it was impossible to quickly restore the system, and the more they ran, the more they scattered, the more they ran, the more panicked they became.

This is the coolest way to play for Daning soldiers.

The sinister smile on the corner of Luo Kedi's mouth was bloody.

Bead blinds.

Daning's army is fine

Like the hands that rolled up the beaded curtains, and the resting man was the beaded curtains.

The Daning soldiers who chased out were already red-eyed, and in front of them were the backs of the enemy, and their horizontal knives only needed to keep falling to cut people down, and the ground on the battlefield began to become muddy, and there was no real rain falling, it was blood.

When the boots hit the ground, the blood-soaked dirt squeezed aside, releasing the smell of life dying.

knives, which make up the knife curtain.

blood, turned into a waterfall.

The resting people retreated frantically, and the Daning soldiers pursued and killed frantically.

The battlefield began to spread to the west, the Sabbatarians in front of him ran faster and faster, and the Sabbatarians in the back kept falling, and a Sabbatarian looked back while running, he had the illusion that what he saw was not people, but a group of demons wearing battle armor and green fangs slaughtering, what he didn't know was that the expression on his face at this moment was exactly the same as the expressions on the faces of those who were hunted down when their Sabbatarians chased and killed soldiers from other countries before.

Luo Kedi led the soldiers of the Wuzi battalion to chase and kill for ten miles in one go, and blood was everywhere within these ten miles, and the corpses in the place he had just touched were the densest and had covered the earth, and the more west he went, the more scattered the corpses became.

Qi Nie's shoulders were trembling, and he sat on horseback and looked back at the battlefield, those Daning soldiers were cutting people's heads like bloodthirsty devils.

At that moment, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave that had not melted for thousands of years, and his whole body was cold.

This is a big victory, at least more than 30,000 people who have been killed, and the losses on the side of the Daning soldiers are not much, so the big victory after careful preparation seems to have come without any surprises, this is one of the fairest laws of nature, people who are better prepared will always succeed more easily than those who are not prepared.

The Sabbatarians retreated, and the corpses left behind outside the Daning camp were a pride they could never pick up again.

The Tibetan royal court.

Galocchio looked at the trembling Wai Nie who was kneeling in front of him, his face was very white, and he was angry.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault."

Galaccolio stretched out his hand to help him up: "I shouldn't have sent you, I knew that you were not Shen Leng's opponent and still let you go, so the biggest responsibility for the defeat of this battle lies with me, I just think that you are not so stupid." ”

He helped Wai Nie Di up and looked into Wai Nie Di's eyes: "Your incompetence has buried more than 30,000 elite soldiers of mine, you walked in step by step along Shen Leng's arrangement like an idiot, I have forgiven you many times, but there are some mistakes that I can't forgive." ”

Galok waved his hand: "I am wrong, you are wrong." ”

With a wave of his hand, the two guards strode over and dragged him out.

"No one can punish my mistakes, and I must punish your mistakes."

The wails of the abandonment exploded outside the main hall, and then came to an abrupt end.

After a while, the guards walked in with the head of the abandoned Nie Mi and bowed down.

"Send it to King Zuoxian, and tell him that I asked him to fight the Ning people, and his son I took care of him, and if he also disappoints me, I will also cut off his head."

"Yes!"

The guards turned around and went out with their heads in their hands, and soon disappeared from sight.

Resta is one of the most valued generals under Galokliu, and he has made great achievements in all previous battles against Leta, so Galocleo will reuse his son, but Galoculio didn't expect to lose so badly if he abandoned Nie Di.

With 80,000 Left Guards under his command, Galoculi hoped that Reta would wash away his shame.