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Five thousand cavalrymen rushed down the slope, accelerating continuously, like wind and clouds, while Nikan's two thousand horses also pushed the speed of their horses to the limit, rushing forward with a roar. Nikan had already risked everything, and only by killing Qin Mu quickly could he turn the tide.
The two armies collided with each other like raging waves in the sea, getting closer and closer. The Tartars' howling like beasts, their sharp sabers, their sharp white teeth, their defiant eyes, and their bulging blue veins were all in sight.
Just when the two armies were within an arrow's reach, Nikan stood up with a roar, pulled the longbow with all his strength, and shot three arrows in a row. The target was not Qin Mu, but Niu Wanshan who was holding the flag.
Great job Niu Wanshan! He roared and the flagpole made of fine steel moved like flying in his hand. The huge flag rolled down and knocked away all the three arrows shot by Nikan.
The Qin army suddenly burst into thunderous cheers. Even though the Tartar arrows rained down and whistled in the sky, their morale remained undiminished.
Boom! The two rushing iron streams collided like comets, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split. The attack was so swift and fierce, like thunder and lightning, and the blood flowers flew like a curtain. The sound of fighting shook the heaven and earth.
Meng Ke swung his long sword with the power to create the world, and Nikan swung his sword to block it. There was a "clang" and sparks flew. The two horses passed each other, and a ferocious smile appeared on Nikan's fierce face. He spun his sword and slashed at Qin Mu with lightning speed.
"Looking for death!" Qin Mu let out a long roar, and the Juque sword swept out quickly. On the other side, Niu Wanshan also roared like thunder, and the fine steel flagpole swept over with a whistling sound.
Nikan was shocked. With a clang, the heavy Juque sword slashed past, and Nikan's sword was cut into two pieces and thrown into the air. His huge body slid to the side of the horse's back, faster than the monkey, avoiding the sweeping power of Niu Wanshan.
Nikanwan had not expected Qin Mu's sword to be so sharp, and instead of hitting him, his weapon was destroyed. He could only draw out his iron bow to block the swords and spears of the Qin army that kept coming at him, looking extremely embarrassed.
At this time, the two armies kept cutting into each other, and during the collision, people from both sides kept falling off their horses. The sound of golden swords and iron horses was like thunder, the flashing of swords and sabers was dancing like snow, the sand flew into the ground, the sharp arrowheads pierced bones, and there was blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Meng Ke was unstoppable, wielding his long sword and slashing wildly. Enemies were cut in half one by one, bloody intestines flying everywhere. Guo Yunlong's two huge hammers blasted the heads of enemies, and the heads of enemies exploded and scattered like watermelons, which was thrilling.
The Qin army was also falling off their horses one after another. The fierce Tartars stirred up a bloody storm, and the broken limbs flew into the sky. The screams were heart-wrenching.
Regardless of life or death, the people who fell off the horses would be trampled into pieces by the violent iron hooves in an instant. The war drums on the slope sounded again, and countless war horses were neighing. Blades clashed, precious swords were broken, and everyone was fighting in blood. The sky was dark. The bloody wind was solemn, and the defeated horses cried sadly to the sky.
On the battlefield filled with bloodshed, the Qin army's infinitely tragic song rang out once again:
The old Qin is so brave. Recover our land.
The war will not stop until the blood is shed and the people die.
How can there be peace when the world is in turmoil
Qin has sharp warriors and their swords are sharp.
The energy blows up the moon, and the force shoots at the wolf in the sky.
Clothed in black and wearing dark armor, sweeping across the world!
On the day of his triumphant return, I will congratulate my king again.
Mandated by Heaven, may you live long and prosper forever.
The rough singing sounded like the roar of gods and the neighing of beasts. The black royal flag was flying high on the battlefield, flying like lightning. All the blood of the Qin army was aroused. They were as brave as tigers, rushing to kill, and the black wave continued to advance.
After Qin Mu became king, he listened to the advice of his ministers and never went to the battlefield again. Perhaps he knew that his chances of going to the battlefield were getting fewer and fewer, or the bloody killings activated the coldness in his body. He kept urging his warhorse, with four hooves flying, and gradually escaped from the protection of Meng Ke and others;
A Tartar with a full beard thought that there was an opportunity, so he rushed over ferociously, slashing at him with his flashing saber, which carried a strong smell of blood.
"King Qin, be careful!" Li Shi shouted.
Qin Mu did not evade or give way. He raised the heavy Juque sword and slashed forward with a roar. Clang! The sword smashed the enemy's blade directly, and the remaining power was not reduced. It violently slashed into the enemy's face.
"Ah!" With a short and shrill scream, the enemy's whiskered face was split in half, his bones were exposed, blood spurted out, his tall body fell off the horse, and the remaining half of his head was instantly crushed by the violent iron hoof, and his brains flew everywhere.
"Qin has sharp warriors and their swords are sharp! Clothed in black and armored, they sweep across the world, kill!" Qin Mu relied on the sharp edge of the Juque sword to chop off another arm of the enemy in front of him. The enemy's blood sprayed all over him, making him look like a bloody man.
Niu Wanshan waved the iron flagpole, the flag rolled like clouds, and swept and chopped like a madman, "The King of Qin is mighty!" As he roared like a tiger, thousands of soldiers also roared like thunder, their blood boiling.
The sunlight in the sky was dim, the wind was whistling in my ears, the drums of war were urging people, the sound of hooves was like rain, the sound of killing was like tides, Ma'anshan was shaking, and the Yangtze River was rolling up red waves. Flying swords, arrows flying in the sky, fallen horses, and desperate wails;
Bang! A soldier on the left was pierced by the enemy's long lance. The soldier let out a wolf-like roar, threw away his weapon, and grabbed the enemy's lance;
His comrades behind him rushed forward, slashing their swords into the enemy's neck with endless anger, chopping off the enemy's head and sending it flying into the sky. As he exhaled and howled, a powerful arrow shot out and sank into his mouth. As he fell off his horse, he was unwilling to give up and with endless hatred, he thrust his sword into the enemy's horse's neck, causing the enemy to fall to the ground with a bang, creating a large cloud of dust.
On the ten-mile wide battlefield, yellow dust rolled and gunpowder smoke filled the air. Countless people fell to the ground every moment, and pieces of blood dyed the battle flags and armor red. The martyrs wrote the most magnificent epic with their lives.
The mountains are covered with clouds, thousands of horses are neighing, ghosts and gods are howling, and the sky is stained with blood.
The urging war drums are still echoing fiercely, and the ruthless killing is still going on;
In this battlefield of blood and fire, it is either you die or I die. Only by moving forward, forward, stepping on the corpses of the enemies and destroying all enemy lines, can you win the hope of survival.
Qin Mu's royal flag was faintly visible in the smoke and dust, inspiring tens of thousands of Qin soldiers to continue to fight bravely. The old Qin army will recover our land. The battle will not end until the blood is dried and the people die.
When Qin Mu's 5,000 cavalrymen and Nikan's 2,000 troops charged through, they had suffered huge casualties, leaving piles of corpses on the ground. At least 1,000 of the 5,000 cavalrymen were killed or wounded, and the bodies of the dead were basically not intact, which seemed extremely tragic.
But Nikan failed to achieve his original goal. Qin Mu's royal flag was still fluttering, and the five-clawed golden dragon was still shaking as if it was about to fly.
Qin Mu did not give Nikan another chance. He did not turn around to fight with Nikan, but took advantage of the situation to speed up and led the remaining 4,000 cavalrymen to sweep towards the enemy's infantry like a bursting mountain torrent.
The overwhelming force of the force was so overwhelming that the Green Camp soldiers were so frightened that they turned and fled. However, how could two legs outrun four legs? Qin Mu led more than 4,000 cavalrymen and rushed violently from the enemy's left wing.
The enemy's left wing was defeated, and countless enemy soldiers fled crying, but eventually turned into bloody mud under the galloping iron hooves. The defeat of the left wing immediately triggered the total collapse of the Qing army. Tens of thousands of enemy soldiers were defeated, and the rout was out of control.
The Qin army, both infantry and cavalry, were running at full speed and pursuing bravely. Nikan turned around with a look of sadness on his face. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he fled eastward with the remaining 1,000 cavalrymen.
Qin Mu was unwilling to let him go, so he only left behind 300 personal guards and ordered Meng Ke to lead thousands of cavalry to pursue him until his death.
The two or three thousand enemy cavalrymen who were fighting with Hu Shouliang also began to flee all over the mountains and plains. Hu Shouliang also refused to let go and chased them all over the mountains and plains.
Seeing that they could not escape, tens of thousands of defeated enemy soldiers knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, with their weapons and armor thrown all over the ground. Qin Mu led hundreds of his personal soldiers and rushed across the battlefield like lightning, killing any resistance. The golden Dragon King flag with a black background was flying back and forth, and all the Qin soldiers saw it and cheered.
"Long live the King of Qin!"
"Long live the King of Qin!"
"Long live the King of Qin!"
In this battle, Nikan wanted to take a gamble from the beginning, but unfortunately he only had one chance. After one round of attack, he failed to knock Qin Mu off his horse. Qin Mu never gave him a second chance and rushed into the infantry formation. It seemed like he was using Nikan to catch the enemy's infantry off guard and defeat them in one fell swoop.
Meng Ke pursued the enemy until their death, but there would be no reward for the time being. However, the victory in the Battle of Ma'anshan forced the 20,000 Qing troops on Caishiji to lose their courage to resist and they all laid down their arms and surrendered.
The battle flags of the Qin Dynasty were soon planted on Ma'anshan and Caishiji, fluttering in the wind amid the smoke, expressing the joy of victory to the fullest extent... ... ...
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ps: Today I suddenly saw someone in the book review section saying that I was just making up the word count, and asked me to stop and stop cheating on the word count!
Judging from the number of subscriptions, this may not be the opinion of a certain person. The subscription number of this book is really not that good. An average of 1,000 subscriptions is required to have a chance to be on the "Like List". This book does not even have a chance to be on the list now, and I feel very helpless.
As for whether I was cheating on the word count, I am too lazy to argue. But even if I was cheating on the word count, I didn't make much. To be honest, if I went to work, I would earn more than I do now by cheating on the word count day and night. After a few years, I ended up with a lot of illnesses and wasted a lot of time. I was once full of vigor and vitality at the other end of time. Let me shout... ... ...
.(To be continued..)
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