Zhao Ponu took action as an order. As soon as he took action, the Han army took action and waved the Han sword in his hand to slash hard.

At this time, the Huns finally understood that they had gone wrong. They underestimated the Han people. This was a real Han army! Moreover, it was a bold Han army that dared to rush into their camp!

This is a move that the Han army has never had in decades!

"It's a Han person!"

"kill!"

"Kill all the Han people!"

Although he was surrounded by the Han army, even though he was not wearing armor and not carrying a knife on his waist, the arrogance accumulated over decades was still revealed in the Huns and was still daydreaming.

However, when Jianzhang Jun cut off their heads one by one, they realized that the Han army in front of them was far beyond their imagination, and they were skilled in martial arts. A Han sword was used like the wind. Every time it rose and fell, a head would inevitably fall to the ground.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of heads rolled on the ground, their eyes widened. They never believed it until death. The Han army would have such a bold move to raid their camp.

Their mouths were not stopped, and they wanted to ask, "Where are you so brave?", but they could never ask any more, so they could only ask their Kunlun God with this question!

The Huns came with the wish of daily necessities such as tea, silk, and porcelain. Unexpectedly, they bumped into the god of death. In a hurry, there was no way to resist! More than 200 people, none of them were wearing armor, only a few people carrying scimitars. The Huns with swords drew their swords to greet them, but they were no match for Jianzhang Camp. The elite soldiers of Jianzhang Army, even the troops of the Shanyu headquarters, could not take advantage, let alone the private soldiers of a small tribe, who could only give them a chopping and slaughter.

"Bang bang!"

The heads rolled down to the ground one by one.

The Huns who were killed at first looked surprised and incredible. Later, the Huns who were killed were very disdainful. They woke up but still looked down on the Han army. The ones who were killed were shocked, which was that they saw the terrible part of Jianzhang Camp and scared them out of their courage!

The enemy's fear is the best encouragement, Jianzhangying's morale has increased greatly, and it is more courageous to kill.

Zhou Yang waved the Han sword in his hand, a human head flew up, and a tent of blood spurted out, splashing all over his body.

The Han sword drew a beautiful arc and passed through a Hun's neck. A blood mark appeared in the throat of the Hun. Zhou Yang's finger fell to the ground, and blood poured out from the wound and dyed the ground red.

The Han sword raised high and slashed heavily. A complete head seemed to be a scattered gourd, divided into two. The white brain in the skull was particularly conspicuous, and it was instantly stained with blood, red and white, flowing everywhere.

The Han sword rose again and pierced the throat of a Hun. The Han sword was pulled out and a transparent hole appeared, filling the blood instantly.

A Han sword flew up and down in Zhou Yang's hand, hitting, stabbing, washing, and changing in many ways. The Huns either stabbed to death, chopped to death, or cut off their heads.

As heads fell to the ground, Zhou Yang became more and more easy to kill, and the more he killed, the more he became more and more boiling. In the end, his eyes were bloody, his tongue stretched out, licked the blood on his lips, and roared to the sky: "Kill!"

The Huns had no power of resistance at all, just like straw in the field, letting Jianzhang Army harvest it. The entire battle ended in less than a cup of tea.

Sometimes, some Huns wanted to escape, but they shot Jianzhangjun, who was skilled in riding and shooting, on the spot.

When the battle stopped, there was no living Huns in the entire camp, and there was no complete corpse. The Huns' heads and bodies were separated, and heads were scattered on the ground in a mess. At first glance, it looked like a slaughterhouse.

The blood did not have time to soak in the soil and gathered into small blood lakes. In the sunlight, it shone with red light, which was particularly beautiful and extremely charming.

“Hohuh!”

Zhou Yang took a long time to calm down and let the boiling blood cool down. It was really not easy!

After a moment of looking at myself, I felt like a bloody person. I used my hand to touch my face and I bought a warm and hot red liquid, and the blood had not cooled down.

Look at the people around you, they are all like him, blood-red people, blood-red horses, and blood-red swords dripping blood!

Although the battle was over, everyone was excited. This was a rare battle in decades. With just forty people fighting more than 200 people, this has never been seen in the history of the Han-Hungarian War!

"It's the Han army!"

"We are saved!"

More than twenty people rushed out, including men and women, all of them were torn clothes, but they were filled with great surprises on their faces, as if a long time ago was happy to see their relatives.

He knelt down at Zhou Yang and the others, and kept kowtowing: "Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

After asking, I realized that they were the Han people who were plundered by the Huns. The Huns plundered the Han people for slaves. After these people were plundered by the Huns, they lived an inhuman life. They were all thin and thin, which caused Zhou Yang and the others to curse. It took a long time to comfort their broken hearts.

"Brothers: We won one victory, one victory!" Zhao Ponu waved his right hand hard in the air, with endless enthusiasm: "If the Huns kill our fellow villagers, they will hang their heads around their waists. I, order you to hang the Huns' heads on their waists and go back to receive the merits!"

"promise!"

The soldiers jumped off their horses and began to pick up the heads of the Huns. Each time they picked up one, they hung it around their waists.

Pick up one and hang one. After a while, Zhou Yang tied eight heads around his waist. He shook his body slightly. The eight heads swayed left and right, and blood from the wound splattered everywhere.

When Zhou Yang and the others picked up the heads, the rescued people helped clean the battlefield and pulled the war horses.

The last count was that a total of 226 Huns were killed in this battle, and none of the Han army was killed, only three of them suffered minor injuries. This minor injury was less than the injuries suffered during training and could be ignored.

A beautiful zero to two hundred and twenty six casualties!

This is the first time in the decades of the founding of the Han Dynasty!

With such a strong counterattack, the Han Dynasty began a war against foreign races!

The scale of this battle is not large, but it is of great significance. The wheel of history has changed from this! The person who changed the wheel of history is Zhou Yang!

Hanging his head and riding a war horse, the victorious warriors began their journey of return!

At this time, Jianzhang's soldiers were like dragons, horses were like tigers, and their heroic spirit was everywhere!

Zhou Yang rode his horse south, and his passion could not be calmed down for a long time. The battle scene was vivid in my mind. Blood splattered, his head rolled, and his limbs flew. The screams of the Huns seemed to be in front of him. He couldn't help but feel proud and sang loudly: "There are many heroes in the Yanhuang land, and he will not be afraid of one hundred people. People are not afraid of being afraid, and enemies will be snowed. Look at the blood of Chinese men! Men's blood are heroic, and their hearts are as strong as iron! Carrying a golden knife in his hand and wearing a white jade pendant, eating the enemy's head at hunger, drinking the enemy's blood thirsty!"

This song "The Man Walk" is so loud and passionate that makes people feel passionate. The more Zhou Yang sang, the more passionate Zhou Yang sang, the more heroic he became!

Su Jian and the others were greatly infected, and sang in unison with Zhou Yang's rhythm: "The love between children and daughters is abandoned, and the ambition of the vast sea is only here to decide! A man walks thousands of miles with his sword, kills Hu Jie all the way! The battle songs fly in the vast sea, and the songs congratulate me on China! The Shanyu Wangting dances with steel swords, and the swords and swords stain the blood of the Huns! Set ambitions and keep a strange feud..."
Chapter completed!