"Command all the ministries to kill, kill them at all costs, kill them all......"

Murong Han was hoarse, holding a bloody sword, galloping on his horse, roaring like thunder. The pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army forgot their lives and fought bloodily.

The Qiang people, under the command of the Scattered Gang, struggled to break through.

"Surround it...... Surround it......" The war horse neighed, and its vigorous body rose into the air. Murong Han dragged the reins of the horse in one hand and waved the spear in the other, his blood-red eyes widened, and he roared hoarsely. The spear is like lightning, flying up and down, and the blocker is invincible.

Zero and his men were disoriented, they rushed left and right, they cut down one enemy after another, but they couldn't see the way to break through.

"To the west, to the .........west," the Zero Gang shouted helplessly at the gray sky, praying that the gods of the West Sea would bless themselves and protect these struggling Qiang warriors.

Ji Ling led the infantry of the Northern Xinjiang Army to fight head-on, and the Qiang people were like a group of hungry wolves, fiercely counterattacking and desperately biting and devouring.

Ji Ling was red-eyed, and resolutely ordered to withdraw from the formation, let the Qiang people in, and shoot wildly with a crossbow cart.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield were mixed together, and the ballista was shooting intensively, which would definitely kill their own people by mistake, and the military Sima of the ballista battalion hurriedly dissuaded him. But Ji Ling lost his mind, grabbed the military Sima and threw it out, and roared angrily: "Get out of the way of Lao Tzu...... Shoot, shoot, shoot me ......"

"Boom...... Boom ......" The ballista carts of the Ballista Battalion roared angrily, and the piercing roar tore through the howling wind in an instant.

The Qiang people fell all over the place, and the galloping horses, the soldiers who called out, the fresh life, in the blink of an eye, turned into piles of bones.

The roar of the crossbow cart sounded, and the soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang who sacrificed their lives to chase and kill flew out of the sky and fled in all directions. The soldiers who chased and killed at the forefront performed their own tricks and did their best to avoid the catastrophe.

The Qiang people were heartbroken, turned around and fled in the direction of Xihai Lake. Murong Han commanded the cavalry to surround and intercept them, trapping them to death.

The Zero Gang was surrounded, the Northern Xinjiang Army fought bravely, and the Qiang people were outnumbered and killed one after another.

Murong Han met the zero gang head-on, laughed and greeted him, the zero gang had no way to hide, and after fighting Murong Han for two rounds, he was captured alive.

The Qiang lost their leader, and the remaining 1,000-odd horsemen collapsed instantly.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet......" Murong Han raised his arms and shouted, "Reorganize the queue, reorganize the queue ......"

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As long as the northern army on the middle battlefield is broken through, and the main army on the right flank battlefield is joined by the large group of men and horses, the Qiang people control the entire battlefield, so the victory is in hand, and the battle is decided.

Under the command of Ban and Sima Ju, the Chinese army stubbornly resisted, did not retreat a single step, and would rather die in battle than retreat.

Zhang Liao and Hua Xiong each led 5,000 cavalry, surrounded and killed on all sides, like sharp blades, cutting off the flesh and blood of the Qiang people layer by layer.

The Qiang people suffered heavy casualties, and the tenacity of the people in northern Xinjiang made them smell death in the blood.

"Kill, kill......" the prison fox shouted, like a lone wolf howling in the sky on the top of the mountain, "brothers, protect the West Sea, protect our homeland, protect each of our tents......"

The prison fox galloped wildly in front of the battle, and the passionate cry broke through the howling north wind and spread all over the battlefield: "Take out your courage, take out your lives, protect our home, protect our relatives......"

"...... of the West Sea," the prison fox shouted hoarsely with his spear raised, "...... the West Sea"

"Xihai ......" Thousands of Qiang people raised their weapons and let out a thunderous roar in the bitter cold wind, "Xihai ......"

"Kill, kill......" The Qiang people's blood boiled, and they moved forward, and the roar of the war horse shook the vast snowfield.

However, under the command of Yu Ban, the infantry of the Northern Xinjiang Army stood proudly in the stormy seas.

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Zhang Liao categorically decided to divide the Qiang cavalry, and now only by cutting off the waist of the Qiang cavalry can the Qiang people be severely damaged, in order to reduce the casualties of the infantry of the Northern Xinjiang Army that are blocking the frontal attack, and in order to block the meeting of the two Qiang cavalry.

"Go, go, go......" Zhang Liao kicked the war horse violently, pointed in front of the halberd, and said loudly like thunder, "Kill, kill......"

The 4,000 cavalry that survived the bloody battle followed, like a shocking hurricane, rolling up the snow and mist to the sky, roaring all the way, killing the flank of the Qiang cavalry.

"......Boom" There was a loud bang, and the cone of the northern cavalry shot into the middle of the Qiang cavalry with a devastating momentum.

The Qiang cavalry was hit by this heavy blow, and the battle formation immediately let out a violent tremble. The sound of the horn sounded rapidly, one after another. The prison fox changed color in shock, and ordered repeatedly: "Block them, block ...... Cut off the enemy's formation, cut off their ......"

Hua Xiong attacked fiercely, pinned down the Qiang cavalry, and cooperated with Zhang Liao's cone-shaped assault battle array to divide the enemy army.

If Zhang Liao's cone-shaped battle formation was cut off by the Qiang people, not only would it not be able to divide and encircle the Qiang people, but it would divide and encircle the Qiang people.

The war horses galloped with all their strength on the snow, and the soldiers on both sides sacrificed their lives to fight in the high-speed running, and the roar and fighting sound were entangled and mixed together, thrilling.

Zhang Liao gasped violently, he took the lead and kept rushing to the forefront. The halberd was already stained with the flesh and blood of the enemy, and his physical strength was at its limit, and he felt like he could barely lift it. But the enemy in front of him was still swarming up, still fighting back, and arrows, spears, knives and axes were like rain, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming.

The guards who were guarding the front fell one and another.

"Kill......" Zhang Liao used all his strength to stab the halberd in his hand into the abdomen of the enemy horseman.

At this moment, a long arrow roared in, Zhang Liao couldn't dodge, and watched as the arrow was nailed into his chest.

The severe pain made Zhang Liao cry miserably, his strength dissipated instantly, the halberd could no longer hold it, it flew out of his hand, and disappeared under the dense iron hooves with the corpse of the enemy horseman.

When the guards found that Zhang Liao had been hit by an arrow, they all shouted loudly, beat their horses like flying, and protected him.

Blood gushed out, quickly staining Zhang Liao's robes red. Zhang Liaoqiang supported his body, waved his hand at the guards, and shouted with all his might: "Blow the trumpet, speed up...... Accelerated Attack ......"

In front of you is a dense Qiang horse, if you want to complete the division, you need tenacious fighting, perseverance, and time.

The bumps of the war horse made the blood flow faster, and Zhang Liao began to feel dizzy and couldn't hold on. He wanted to lie on horseback, but this would shake the morale of the army and make the soldiers feel frightened and uneasy.

Zhang Liao trembled and stretched out his hand to hold the long arrow. I have been fighting horses all my life, and today I died on the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud can be regarded as what I wanted.

Zhang Liao slowly turned his head and looked at the Lizi battle flag dancing wildly in the wind and snow, with a faint smile on his face.

"Kill ......" Zhang Liao raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Kill ......"

He pulled out his long arrow and plunged it into his horse. The war horse was in pain, soared into the air, and its four hooves flew like flying, rushing forward at the limit speed, rushing to the forefront of the iron cone battle array.

Zhang Liao is the battle array, Zhang Liao is the blade, and Zhang Liao is the invincible edge.

Behind him, the officers and men of the Northern Xinjiang Army held high the battle flag of the Han Dynasty, setting off shocking waves like a roaring tide, devouring the scattered and fleeing enemies.

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On the battlefield on the right flank, the battle was fierce.

The 40,000 Qiang riders are like a wild bull surrounded by lions, and the blood and death have inspired its most primitive wildness. It roared and roared, and it surged left and right across the vast snowy fields, its hooves roaring like a roar, its massive body and sharp horns making it difficult for the lions besieging it.

The battlefield was too big, the wind and snow were filled, and the fierce lions around them were galloping and roaring, and their sturdy bodies rose into the air from time to time, and their claws and fangs fell like raindrops, vowing to devour the long-pursued prey.

The wild bull has no way out, it can't escape, it only fights, it can only use the fight to defend its homeland, defend its survival, and defend its life.

Pang De commanded the soldiers of his headquarters to block the frontal attack, and their ferocious fighting slowed down the speed of the Qiang cavalry. The slower the Qiang's speed, the less impact they had, and the more frantic the killings became.

Ma Chao, Ma Dai and Han De each led the cavalry, attacked from both flanks, broke through with a cone-shaped battle formation, tried to tear apart the battle formation of the Qiang cavalry, and scattered the 40,000 Qiang cavalry, divided and surrounded and annihilated.

This majestic wild bull was bitten and bruised and in pain. It ran as hard as it could, it slammed into it with its huge body, it tried to use the roundabout rush to broaden the battlefield, to win more space for itself to fight, to kill the enemy to the greatest extent.

There were too many Qiang riders, and they hugged each other tightly, unbreakable. When the Qiang people attacked the right side violently, Ma Chao and Ma Dai on the left flank of the battlefield could not resist and retreated again and again. When the Qiang people killed to the left with thunder, Zhang Fei and Han De on the right flank of the battlefield were like fierce lions that were hit by wild bulls and flew up in the air, rolling and crawling, avoiding them.

"Reinforcements, we need reinforcements......" Ma Chao looked at the "wild bull" galloping and roaring in front of him, at a loss, and shouted repeatedly, "Ask for help from the lord, ask for help from the lord......"

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet...... Ma Chao, who didn't get a response, shook his head, raised his spear sharply, and shouted loudly, "Left and right...... Left and right flanking ...... Tear open the enemy's ranks, tear it apart......"

The horn of "Woo Woo ......" shook the sky and resounded through the snowfield.

Ma Chao and Ma Dai led the army to pounce from the left flank, and Zhang Fei and Han De led the army to pounce from the right flank. The four armies are like four fierce lions with red eyes, and then regardless of their own safety, they kill Qiang in the middle of the abdomen.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew.

The two flanks of the Northern Xinjiang Army, completely disregarding life and death, and the onslaught at all costs, quickly reversed the situation, and the speed of the Qiang people became slower and slower.

On the battlefield, whoever loses speed first means death, Mi Hong categorically ordered: "Attack forward, keep moving forward, kill ...... Kill ......"

The horn of the Qiang people sounded in the terrible cold wind, with fearlessness in the desolation, resoluteness in the majesty, and indomitable fighting spirit in the excitement, "killing ......"

Qiang riding is like an avalanche in the mountains, roaring all the way, roaring all the way, "booming and rumbling ......" momentum is like a rainbow, rolling up the sky full of snow and mist, pouring mountains and seas, and draining down.