Wu Nian killed Li Dazui, but that's all.

The Mongols are not the kind, just shout.

"Your general was killed by me, please dismount and surrender quickly." The people who would surrender obediently. The Mongols had a terrible ability to bear it.

Wu Nian looked up and saw more than a dozen Li Dazui's personal soldiers around him.

"Kill!!!" The dozen or so personal soldiers looked at each other and actually rushed towards Wu Nian.

The courage is commendable, but of course they are not Wu Nian's opponents. They were killed by Wu Nian and quickly killed them. The horse spear in Wu Nian's hand turned blood, and the thick blood dripped down, emitting unsolvable

The smell of blood.

The flames in Wu Nian's heart are still burning and have not yet calmed down.

He wants.

Kill it happily.

"Go!" Wu Nian drove the war horse and rushed straight to the camp gate. When he entered the camp of the Mongols, Zhang Jin, Liu Wu and Tie Niu had the upper hand, and the three generals were unbearable.

However, the Mongols also adjusted and resisted tenaciously.

The ordinary army had long collapsed when it reached this point. However, the resistance of the Mongols made Wu Nian feel a sense of courage.

"We will definitely turn defeat into victory."

This is the belief of the Mongolian Yuan warriors.

"Old routine. Set fire!!! drive them away, disperse them, and kill them all." Wu Nian shouted and said.

"Barriers, listen obediently to the words of the noble descendants of the Yan man. Your commander has been killed by me. I am tactful and quick to kneel down and surrender. I can consider spare your life."

While ordering the deathly soldiers to set fire, Wu Nian stepped forward, waving the horse spear in his hand, and blood rose into the sky.

He yelled while doing his best.

The Mongols and Yuan soldiers will not surrender obediently, but some people will definitely be shaken. As long as someone shakes, they will run away.

Nothing is more enjoyable than a pursuit battle.

Nothing is more painful than hand-to-hand combat.

Sure enough, as Wu Nian finished speaking, some of the Meng Yuan soldiers were looking for Li Dazui in the crowd, but of course they couldn't find it, and some people's eyes began to flash.

No one ran away, but it was a little shaken.

"Kill!!!!" Wu Nian roared repeatedly, without a single enemy under his command. Wherever he passed, people were leaning on his horse, and the corpse and blood paved the way, and forward, forward, and forward again.

"Wow wow wow wow." Today the wind was very strong, and the death-deaths lit the tents. For a moment, the smoke rolled, making this battlefield feel like a dream.

One by one, the Mongolian Yuan soldiers fell down and were trampled to death by their companions.

Unless you have the willpower of steel, every army has a line.

When the casualties crossed that line, after a brief confusion, the soldiers and horses would be defeated. Now thick smoke rolled, and screams were heard one after another.

The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty fell down one by one. Li Dazui was nowhere to be seen. Centurions, they were dead, they could not find them.

It seems that everything is irreversible.

There was a devil who began to appear in the hearts of the shaken Mengyuan soldiers. Their eyes began to flash and someone began to defeat.

Once the defeat begins, it will not stop.

The soldiers and horses of Beishan Fort followed behind the four generals to kill, while holding wooden sticks or something as igniting objects to burn the tents of the Mongols. In the thick smoke, they seemed to be evil ghosts and demons.

.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!

I don’t know how long it took to kill, but Wu Nian had already changed two war horses under him. The armor on his body could no longer be found, only red and bloody red were left.

His face was red, and his eyes were red.

He has fallen into madness.

When Wu Nian woke up, his eyes lit up. It turned out that he had already broken out of the Mongols' camp from the north, and behind him was a fire filled with smoke.

What hit me was a foul smell. The body was burned, the leather was burned, the war horse was burned, and the blood was burned.

There were many Mongolian Yuan warriors ahead, but the invincible Mongolian Yuan warriors escaped without even being able to do anything.

Wu Nian didn't catch up with him, he was tired.

They can't catch up. These people will soon leave the Beishan Fort and enter the mountains.

Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the sky, took a few deep breaths, calming down his mood. Before he knew it, the alive soldiers gathered behind him.

Wu Nian looked back and saw Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tie Niu, with a gratified smile on his face.

"Put out the fire quickly, rescue supplies, and wounded soldiers."

Wu Nian raised the horse spear that was still dripping blood in his hand and shouted loudly. Then he said, "Send someone to tell Li Yong. Let the people cheer. We won."

"I won."

The soldiers of the death were still staring at Wu Nian blankly, and their eyes seemed to be looking at a god.

They actually won, they really won.

Before setting off, they only gathered with their simple trust in Wu Nian. At that time, they still couldn't imagine that they would win.

The other party is a Mongol Yuan man, an invincible existence in the field.

They had only two hundred people, so they went out of the city to fight.

The Mongols had at least a thousand uninjured warriors, and the power difference was too great. It was not until this moment that they knew what had happened.

Win, really win.

Gods will not respond to their prayers.

But the person in front of him would. In the hearts of the death-death soldiers in Beishan Fort, Wu Nian had become a god.

"Mars!"

"Yes!!!!" A young death-killing soldier used all his strength to roar, then rushed into the smoke-filled Mongol camp and began to put out the fire.

As for the camp, the distance between the tent is still very wide. Although the smoke is rolling, it is not that scary to burn.

Not the entire camp was ignited.

There were also many wounded soldiers in the camp, including the Mongols and Yuanmen, the Beishan Fort wounded soldiers, and some supplies.

The difference is very slick.

The wounded soldiers of the Mongols and Yuan slaughtered them without any nonsense.

The wounded soldiers of Beishan Fort carried them and ran towards Beishan Fort.

City gate.

Li Yong watched Wu Nian and others fight out, and pressed the hilt of the knife without moving. He saw Wu Nian and others rush into the Mongolian Yuan camp, and saw flames burning in the camp.

But he dared not relax his guard.

The Mongols have strong combat power and tenacious fighting will, so they should not underestimate the enemy. Even if they attack the camp or set fire, they may be counterattacked by the Mongols and soldiers, resulting in heavy losses.

Until a young Beishan Fort suicide soldier rushed over and said breathlessly: "Li Sima. I won, we won. The general personally killed the other side's commander, and we successfully killed most of them.

The Mongol Warrior.”

"General, let us cheer."

"Boom" sounded like thunder passing by, and a loud roar came from Li Yong's mind, and then Li Yong felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. After calming down and standing firmly, Li Yong raised his arms to the sky and shouted

road.

"General."
Chapter completed!