On the flat ground, the two armies collided violently, like two huge waves crashing into each other, causing a bloody mess.

Although they are of the same species, the ferocious faces, high-pitched howls, bloody knives, swords, spears, and even simple bone weapons and even sticks all indicate that both sides want to kill each other.

Just like there is a sworn hatred, they will never stop until they kill each other.

This is a life-and-death battle, and there can be no hesitation or mercy.

The entire battlefield was enveloped and annihilated by the tragic atmosphere of this primitive fight...

On a hillside next to the battlefield, Feng Yong was sitting on a rock without any image, holding a bag of candied dried apricots in his hand, and putting them into his mouth one by one.

Occasionally there was a "click" sound, which was when he bit into the apricot kernel and looked for the almonds inside.

Then with a "plop" sound, the finely chopped apricot kernels were spit into the air.

The disappearance of life under the mountain didn't seem to affect his appetite.

"There, right there, the Han coach is right there, hurry up, rush over, rush forward!"

On the other side of the mountain, on the right wing of the battlefield, a group of cavalry suddenly appeared. The Qiang and Hu leaders were shouting loudly, leading the warriors of the tribe to rush toward the hillside that they wanted to tear into pieces.

"General, there is enemy situation!"

Huo Yi, the Qiang guard who was guarding Feng Yong, quickly pointed to the right and shouted.

"Yes, they also know how to attack in the east and attack in the west." Feng Yong took a look and smiled, "The Qiang Hu in Longyou are more powerful than the Yi people in Nanzhong."

Sima Jufu, who was guarding the Qiang Colonel, had already begun to adjust the soldiers on the mountain.

Feng Yong's attention turned to the front battlefield again.

Looking from here, you can clearly see that behind your side's military formation, there is a square formation with extremely reflective weapons. That is the Mo Dao team who became famous in the battle at Jieting.

Now they are sitting quietly in the back, watching the Qiang and Hu in front of them fighting each other.

At the front of the battle line, there is a horseman who is particularly eye-catching. Even in the diffuse smoke, you can see that man waving his long horse. Wherever he goes, the enemies will automatically retreat, forming a circle.

No one is around.

At this moment, Liu Hun felt that his blood was boiling, and he actually experienced a kind of crazy intoxication during the battle.

Everything was rising and flashing before his eyes, heads were flying, horses fell to the ground with a clatter, and people were killed when they met. He could no longer even hear the screams of the murdered people.

The long horse's thorns are extremely flexible to pick and stab...

This was a truly high-quality horse spear. When Liu Hun held it in his hand, he seemed to hear the horse's excitement, just like the excitement in his own body.

The front of the battlefield was being fiercely fought, and the Qiang and Hu cavalry on the right wing of the battlefield had begun to speed up. It seemed that they were preparing to charge up the hillside.

This hillside is not high, it can be said to be very gentle. Normally, it would be easy to climb up by horseback.

But today, there were five hundred Han soldiers guarding the hillside.

When the Qiang and Hu cavalry who were about to attack were still two hundred steps away, drums suddenly sounded on the slope, and Jufu shouted, "Let go!"

The crossbow arrows were flying like locusts, and they were shot from a high position, covering the sky and the ground. The Qiang and Hu cavalry rushing at the front fell off their horses one after another.

Even the war horses kept screaming and knelt on the ground. Affected by inertia, their huge bodies rubbed against the ground and rushed out for a distance.

"General, we can obviously defeat them directly, why does it take so long?"

Huo Yi looked at the tragic battle below and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Huo Zhengyi, you have grown up in the palace since you were a child. It is normal that you don't understand some things. In this world, no one will cherish anything that is obtained for free."

"If the Longyou Qiang and Hu want to get benefits from the Han and become the true subjects of the Han, they must prove their loyalty to the Han."

At this point, Feng Yong pointed down, "This is a way for them to show their loyalty. They are the people of the Han Dynasty, so they should fight bloody battles for the Han Dynasty."

"Things exchanged with life and blood will make people feel that this is the most precious thing in the world, and will make people fight to protect it. This is human nature."

To promote kindness and to fight against hatred is nothing more than this.

Being too nice to him and responding to his requests will only make him feel that it is natural.

As long as there is the slightest mistake, he will feel that he is being persecuted, and he will feel resentful and repay kindness with hatred. Feng Yong has seen this kind of thing too many times.

The Qiang and Hu who made a sneak attack charged three times in a row, but could not make it beyond the last fifty steps each time. After leaving behind a large number of wounded soldiers and horse corpses, they fled one after another.

Feng Yong spit out another apricot kernel and said contemptuously, "A bunch of trash!"

Then he turned to Huo Yi and said, "Go and tell General Zhang that I'm hungry and ready to pack up and go back to camp for dinner."

After a while, a golden sound sounded from below.

Liu Hun strode back to the rear camp. On the edge of his skirt, there were drops of blood condensing. "General Zhang, why do you call him gold?"

"You have been fighting for a long enough time. Feng Langjun sent an order to us to fight quickly." Zhang Ni said, put on his armor and picked up the Modao, "Leave the rest to us.

You guys take a rest and prepare to pursue."

The Qiang and Hu servants who had been fighting for a day began to disperse to both sides, revealing the middle position.

I saw a thicket of snow-white knives pushing forward in rhythm.

Although they were only moving forward slowly, their impressive momentum seemed to crush everything in their way.

After the Battle of Jieting, the Modao team suffered heavy casualties.

But thanks to the Nanxiang medical system, the mortality rate of the wounded has been greatly reduced compared to before.

Veterans who can return to the battlefield are the guarantee of the combat effectiveness of the army.

Today's Mo Dao team is no longer the team that was composed of mostly new recruits a few months ago.

Thanks to Feng Yong's emphasis on post-war summaries, the Modao team has become calmer and more unstoppable from top to bottom.

If the Battle of Jieting were to happen again, the commander might have become more stable and would no longer be impetuous, but he would still be a country bumpkin who only used a telescope to look at the scenery, and had no progress in commanding the military formation.
Chapter completed!