The wolf cavalry led by Song Yan was like a huge awl, piercing the military formations of Yan and Zhao.
As fast as lightning!
Unstoppable!
Wherever the "awl" flies, it means death is coming.
In just one minute, this huge awl had already entered the center of the military formations of the two countries, and the number of Yan and Zhao coalition troops who died under their weapons had reached a terrifying five thousand.
Especially Song Yan, who was rushing at the front, was as if he was possessed by the unparalleled demon king. His white robe and long sword could often take away the lives of dozens of soldiers easily.
Although the wolf cavalry following him didn't kill as fast as he did, killing soldiers from both countries was like chopping vegetables and melons.
The soldiers of the two countries had no resistance at all.
When Qi Mu, who had led a group of generals to hide in the formation, saw this scene, his expression on his old face became extremely horrified. It turned out that this general of Qi State was not only good at making money, he was also unstoppable on the battlefield.
As for the other generals, they were completely dumbfounded. Who could stop such a fierce man? For a moment, fear and uneasiness arose in most people's hearts.
Seeing that the huge "awl" was still advancing at an extremely fast speed, causing waves of killings, Qi Mu finally came to his senses: "Quick, stop them!"
He knew that if Song Yan was allowed to penetrate the military formations of the two countries, it would inevitably have a great impact on the morale of the soldiers.
After hearing Qi Mu's order, a group of senior generals led their troops to surround and kill the Wolf Cavalry camp from several different directions.
It's a pity that the Wolf Cavalry Battalion comes and goes like the wind, and after the Wolf Cavalry Battalion's charge and killing, the military formation of the two coalition forces has a tendency to collapse, which greatly hinders their actions.
"Old Qi Mu, just accept your fate! You will lose this battle!"
At this moment, Song Yan, who was leading the wolf cavalry battalion to charge, suddenly looked in the direction of Qi Mu.
Before the war started, Qi Mu would have dismissed Song Yan's words. After all, the two countries' coalition forces had 200,000 people. But now, when he entered the army through the Wolf Cavalry Camp, no one could stop him. His confidence couldn't help but waver: "Am I, Qi Mu, really going to lose this battle?"
"kill!"
After shouting something to Qi Mu, Song Yan returned his attention to the battlefield.
The long sword in his hand suddenly produced a circle of transparent ripples.
The transparent ripples spread quickly, and all the Yan and Zhao soldiers who were affected fell down. In an instant, more than two hundred coalition soldiers died under his sword. At the same time, a vacancy appeared in the front military formation.
"Boom!"
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the speed of the wolf cavalry increased by several points again.
The soldiers of Yan and Zhao who were standing in front of them turned pale with fear when they saw the wolf cavalry battalion rushing toward them.
Finally, one soldier couldn't bear the pressure, screamed and threw away his weapon, and fled in panic.
With the first person taking the lead, a second fleeing soldier who threw away his weapon soon appeared.
The third…
the fifth…
The fiftieth…
Finally, as the Wolf Cavalry Battalion approached, the soldiers from both countries who were blocking their front collapsed, all threw away their weapons and fled around.
Song Yan, who originally planned to fight the two countries' coalition forces against each other, saw this scene and couldn't help but have a contemptuous smile on his lips. He thought too highly of the soldiers of the two countries, and he didn't expect to collapse so quickly.
In this case, there is no need to break through the military formation.
so…
He controlled his horse and charged to the right.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Hundreds of tiny sword lights shot out from the sword in Song Yan's hand.
The sword light passed by, and the lives of more than 300 people were also harvested.
"Run away, that murderous devil is coming towards us!"
Three hundred people were killed with one sword. Seeing this scene, the allied forces of the two countries wished that their parents had given them two legs. They also collapsed and threw down their weapons and ran away.
The already unstable military formation collapsed completely due to the collision of these fleeing soldiers.
So more and more soldiers threw away their weapons and began to flee.
"Haha, vulnerable!"
Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but laugh proudly.
When Qi Mu, who was standing on the chariot, saw this scene, he couldn't help but have a sad look on his face: "The coalition forces are gone!"
Next, Song Yan kept changing the direction of the attack.
After several attacks, the massive military formations of the two countries completely collapsed. On the other side, Gu Min and Zhao Yan led 20,000 troops respectively and rushed up from the left and right flanks, while the remaining 10,000 troops sat in place.
There are wolf cavalry battalions charging and killing inside, and 40,000 Qi troops outside covering them up.
In less than two hours, the coalition forces numbering 200,000 were completely defeated.
After controlling his horse, Song Yan raised his eyes and looked at the entire battlefield, and found that this place had become a place of Shura, and the smell of blood filled the sky and earth, which was disgusting.
Qi Mu, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces of the two countries, was surrounded by troops led by Gu Min.
Qi Mu, who was surrounded by a circle, looked miserable. His helmet had fallen off, and his gray hair was flying in the wind. He felt indescribably desolate. The tattered armor on his body was stained with blood. From time to time, he let out a heavy breath like a bellows. Beside him, there were four soldiers covered in wounds, staring at the surroundings with vigilance.
at this time.
The encirclement loosened, and Song Yan, wearing a white robe, stepped in.
What is strange is that after charging in the military formation for nearly two hours, the white robe on his body is still as white as snow, without any trace of blood.
As soon as he saw Song Yan, Qi Mu's old eyes suddenly shrank, and two extremely strong murderous intentions burst out from his eyes. But soon, the murderous intentions in his eyes disappeared, and what was left was endless loneliness.
Stepping on the blood-stained ground, Song Yan came to Qi Mu step by step and stared at him with a calm expression:
"Old general, my previous proposal is still valid. How about surrendering to our country, Qi?"
"There is only Qi Mu who died in battle, not Qi Mu who surrendered! If the general can be defeated by you, I will die without regrets!"
As soon as Qi Mu finished speaking, he grabbed the copper sword stuck beside him and wiped it on his neck. Suddenly, a large amount of blood shot out from his neck...
"General, I, Tian Qin, am here to accompany you!" A soldier cried out sadly when he saw Qi Mu's fallen body and wiped his neck with his sword.
"General, I, Kuiming, am here to accompany you!"
… …
The four soldiers followed Qi Mu's steps, and each raised their swords and wiped their necks, ending their lives.
Seeing this, Song Yan did not stop him, but the expression on his face was a little complicated.
"Have a good burial!"
He glanced at Qi Mu's body again and turned away.
A few days later, the news that Song Yan led an army of 50,000 to defeat the 200,000 coalition troops of Yan and Zhao spread back to Yan and Zhao, and the world was shocked.
These 200,000 troops can be said to be the elite of Yan and Zhao countries.
To be defeated like that, and even by 50,000 people, is really unbelievable!
Ten days later, envoys from Yan and Zhao were sent, expressing their willingness to return the land of Qi that they had taken away. There was only one condition, and that was that they hoped to turn their war with Qi into friendship and not to use weapons rashly again.
Song Yan agreed, but there was a condition. Each country of Yan and Zhao had to compensate Qi for one billion in war expenses.
One billion dollars is absolutely an astronomical figure.
The annual tax revenue of Yan and Zhao is less than 200 million yuan.
Song Yan actually asked for one billion yuan. Wouldn't it mean that the taxes in the next five years would have to be compensated
Therefore, upon hearing the news, both King Yan and King Zhao refused.
Without saying a word, Song Yan directly ordered Gu Min and Zhao Yan to each lead 20,000 people to attack Yan and Zhao.
Author's digression: Thanks to Shangguan Yi and td87115199 for their generous reward. (To be continued)