The big guns swept away, and several Jurchen armor soldiers fell to the ground screaming and died. Chen Fangming rushed straight into this battle circle. Behind him, a large number of personal guards accompanied him!

Wanyan Wenhu also saw him! Such a brave and fierce general immediately aroused Wanyan Wenhu's strong fighting spirit. With a wave of the heavy mace in his hand, he greeted Chen Fangming, who was galloping.

Chen Fangming has put his life's learning to the extreme! The big gun in his hand waved and flew away, like a nimble poisonous snake spitting out letters. Between the lightning and flint, the Jurchen armor soldiers who were blocking him fell to the ground screaming one after another.

In the midst of the rain of blood, Chen Fangming had already met the Wanyan Wenhu, and the two sides were facing each other!

Wanyan Wen Huyuan stared at his cloudy eyes, roared, and swept towards Chen Fangming with the heavy mace in his hand.

The big gun in Chen Fangming's hand was already pierced between the chest and abdomen of the last Jurchen armorer who was blocking between the two. The war knife on his side has also been swung, and the whole person is already open at this moment. And Wanyan Wenhu looked very strong and strong, but his movements were extremely fast, and he took this good opportunity to rush in immediately!

Chen Fangming instantly threw away the big gun and knife in his hand. While the war horse was galloping, he dodged and let go of Yan Wenhu's powerful heavy blow. When the two of them staggered, they reached out and twisted Wanyan Wenhu's arm holding the mace.

Chen Fangming's other hand also twisted the wrist that Yan Wenhu pulled out and swung the knife at the same time. The two of them roared almost at the same time, but both of Wenhu's arms were twisted by Chen Fangming. The arm that twisted his knife flipped and twisted, and the war knife flew and fell into Chen Fangming's hand.

A dazzling cold light flashed in an instant, and Wanyan Wenhu roared loudly in disbelief, watching the extremely sharp war knife sweep across his thick neck. After that, it's all bright red!

How sharp this war knife is, Wanyan Wenhu knows best. That's his saber! He didn't know how many enemy soldiers he had killed with this sharp sword. I don't remember how many slaves and maidservants I cut off with this sword!

Wanyan Wenhu never thought that he would be hacked to death by his own saber! It's a bit of black humor. It's in vain that he cares so hard to maintain this sharp knife on weekdays!

With a face full of horror and unwillingness, Wanyan Wenhu's huge head broke away from his body. Eyes full of despair fell to the ground. Watch as the rickety headless corpse slowly smashes to the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust!

Finish the face of the warm tiger. Jurchen warriors, die in battle!

His death meant that the Mongol cavalry had completely lost its commander. This battle, they lost.

Wanyan Wenhu looks very brave and strong, and his physical condition is very good. However, after all, he was only a hunter, and all his martial arts were fought on the battlefield. Opening and closing is what he is good at.

However, I met Chen Fangming, who has been practicing martial arts from a famous teacher since he was a child. In a very short period of time, in a very narrow range, it is a life-and-death battle similar to grappling fighting, which is very small compared to war fighting. It is not unusual for that death in the hands of Chen Fangming.

Chen Fangming didn't even look at Yan Wenhu again, and the snatched war knife in his hand kept slashing. Everywhere the sword flashed, several Jurchen armor soldiers who surrounded him had been cut down to the ground.

The morale of the victorious army who followed behind Chen Fangming was greatly boosted, and they rushed forward with their horses and spears, and almost slaughtered the surrounding Jurchen armor soldiers in an instant.

Jurchen military regulations, the main general died in battle, if the guards can't make war exploits, or snatch back the corpse of the main general, then they will all be beheaded!

After Yan Wenhu was beheaded by Chen Fangming, the surrounding Jurchen guards were all completely desperate. Under the pressure of boundless terror. All the Jurchen armor warriors who were still alive opened their big eyes with red and bloodshot copper bells, and their mouths let out a terrible scream like a ghost crying wolf, and they frantically fought back to the death.

Why is it the final comeback? That's because the charge of the cavalry group of the victorious army was like spring and snow, and the Mongol cavalry who had no formation, poor equipment, no training at all, and whose morale had begun to fall in a hurry after the confrontation was blinded.

The Mongol cavalrymen, who were originally eager to pick up the bargains, were all frightened by this bloody battlefield. The fierce and fierce cavalry group of the victorious army gave them a vivid practical lesson! Tuition fees are countless ignorant and passing away lives!

The Mongol cavalry was already showing signs of rout. The cavalry that had charged ahead of time had been devoured, and there was not even a scum left. Those guards who were all over the world were surrounded by the cavalry of the victorious army at the moment. Don't say anything about snatching back Yan Wenhu's corpse, none of them can escape!

In despair, no one can control their emotions anymore. The still alive cavalrymen all went crazy and began a desperate counterattack, trying to drag one or several pads on their backs as they died!

And what awaits them is an invincible army with countless sharp weapons and military morale that has climbed to the pinnacle!

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Chen Fangming stretched out his hand and laboriously took off his helmet that had been soaked in sweat, and his hands were covered with sticky red blood. One hand propped up on the saddle, gasping for air. Raising his head and looking around, there were endless corpses as far as he could see. Blood gushed out from many of the corpses, staining the entire land red.

A tattered flag. Wounded and wailing horses and wounded soldiers, damaged weapons. And the corpses that are everywhere! This is a huge garbage dump, a garbage dump that has been piled up with countless lives and a huge amount of various materials!

The battle is nearing its end. The Mongol cavalrymen, who had lost their fighting spirit, frantically whipped their horses under their crotches and galloped wildly, they were all frightened, such a cruel and tragic battle was a terrible thing they had never experienced before.

The war between the tribes of the prairie for water, for pasture, for women, for anything could not be so terrible as here!

There is nothing lacking in the grassland, but what is most lacking is people! Man!! Adult Male !!

As long as the battle on the grassland is won or lost, it will definitely not continue to kill people senselessly. After all, talent is the most important thing. For them, as long as there are people, there is everything. Because they can go and grab it!

The battles of these Mongol cavalry were more like engagements during the Warring States period of Japan, or large group fights.

When these Mongol cavalrymen, who thought they were fierce enough and cruel enough, stepped onto the real battlefield. They were terrified to realize that this world was too terrifying!

The Mongol cavalry that was still alive fled, and those who could not escape turned over and dismounted and fell to the ground, prostrate themselves in surrender. It is their tradition to show their obedience to the strong. Because in the steppe, any leader needs herdsmen who are willing to submit to him.

It's just that Gao Yang doesn't need it, he has people!

Of course, Gao Yang wouldn't do anything too much to kill prisoners. Pumping a few kills is his usual method.

The relatively large-scale killing of prisoners was mainly due to the fact that the sergeants who were still on the battlefield often slaughtered prisoners in order to vent their anger. In this regard, Gao Yang generally does not care. And the generals below are even more unlikely to poke out this kind of thing. This is something that everyone knows.

Are you going to punish the soldiers who fight to the death for the sake of the aliens who fight with their lives? Don't talk about other people's eyes and discussions, if you really go to the battlefield and be shot with black arrows, that's a must!

There are familiar robes who are killed in battle and disabled. has a killing temperament and hasn't eased up for a short time. Some of them are simply not pleasing to the eye. And so on and so forth, for all sorts of strange reasons. Kill and kill. Benevolence, righteousness and morality are not said on the battlefield.

There are only swords and swords on the battlefield, and only the robes and life and death enemies that you can entrust to your back! This is not the place for readers.

The sergeants who walked around began to clean the battlefield with sharp swords in their hands and the smile of a victor. When encountering the wounded and seriously wounded horses of the Mongol cavalry, they would be given a ride after they were not salvageable.

Chen Fangming turned over and dismounted, and slowly walked with some difficulty. He's a little out of strength. When fighting to the death on the battlefield, no one cares about anything else, only killing the enemy and staying alive in their eyes! Naturally, how much power and how much effort there is!

But what about when it's over? The consequences of overexertion will occur, and detachment is the most common thing.

After walking a few steps slowly, the guards on the side hurriedly rushed up and helped Chen Fangming remove his armor.

A guard handed Chen Fangming an aluminum alloy kettle. Chen Fangming, who was wiping his face, immediately opened the kettle after taking it, leaned in front of his nose and sniffed it, with a satisfied smile on his face. It's his favorite spirit! And it was also the liquor that King Yan personally rewarded him!

Chen Fangming had never seen such a strong wine, and he got drunk directly when he was with him for the first time. It took a whole day to lie in bed to recover. This is also because of his very good physical fitness, like Fang Mingjing's body, he has to lie down for two days to do it!

"Goo~Goo~~~" Chen Fangming raised his head and began to pour wine into his mouth. After taking a few sips in one go, he breathed a long sigh of relief with great satisfaction, and said with a loud laugh, "Good wine, good wine!" ”

"Your Excellency!" A herald with a red feather on his helmet rode to Chen Fangming's side, turned over and dismounted, and then bowed his knees and half-knelt to Chen Fangming, saying, "King Yan's army has arrived, summon the generals to discuss military affairs." ”

"Hmm." Chen Fangming handed the kettle in his hand to the guards on the side, nodded, and said, "I know, I'll go now." ”

Chen Fangming prevented the guards from continuing to unload their armor. Turning around, he looked out behind him. A gray wavy line in the distance had appeared in his eyes.

The corners of Chen Fangming's mouth involuntarily curved slightly, and his eyes gradually became brighter.

King Yan has arrived! Their backbone has arrived! (To be continued)