Qin Country, Yong City.
More than 600,000 Qin soldiers were slaughtering the Xirong army.
The sound of killing had already reached the heavens and the earth.
Some of the old Qin people had begun to take off their battle armor.
He was bare-chested and held a sword in his hand. He chopped off the heads of the Xirong soldiers and tied a few heads with his hair around his waist.
Continue to kill!
He did not care about the enemy's blood on his body. He wiped his face and continued to slash!
The soldiers of the Qin army were not afraid of death.
Because of Shang Yang's war glory policy, they died in battle in time, and their families benefited.
Therefore, they developed a military style that was not afraid of battle and death.
Their brains were all battle credits! This war.
From noon to dusk.
The shouts gradually disappeared.
Hundreds of thousands of Xirong soldiers were scattered.
Only 100,000 escaped.
300,000 died, and the remaining 100,000 were captured.
The Qin army won.
There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere!
However, as the Qin army accepted the joy of victory, they could not help but look to the other side.
They looked into the distance in disbelief.
There were seven thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry there.
Along the way, there were many broken limbs that piled up into small mountains. Blood had already flowed like a river. The sticky blood had covered the land outside Yong City.
Every single one of them was covered in blood. The purple-red blood stained the seven thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry, making them look like ghosts.
However, at the front of the Snow Dragon Cavalry, there was a young lady holding a sword.
His body was very clean, without a trace of blood. Even the warhorse he sat on was spotless.
If he didn't know that she was powerful and was the most dazzling existence in this battle, he wouldn't have been able to defeat her.
He really thought that they were out for an outing.
"How many did each of them kill?”
Wang Ben, the deputy general of Yong City, was covered in blood, and his halberd was stained with sticky blood.
He looked at the seven thousand Snow Dragon Cavalry as if he had seen a ghost. Because there were too many people, they could not care about the others during the battle. Only now did they have the opportunity to care about the others.
Each corpse mountain was at least two stories tall!
He had killed at least 100,000!
Such a battle record was too tyrannical.
Where did Lord Lang Mountain find this young girl?
He was simply a Rakshasa.
"General Li Han Yi."
Wang Ben took a deep breath and walked over.
Hearing this.
Li Han Yi suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with killing intent.
This killing intent was extremely sharp, even if it only revealed a trace.
Wang Ben felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he was going to die under the sword in the next moment.
In an instant, the killing intent formed from killing him dissipated.
At this moment.
Li Han Yi realized something.
This was the rhythm of a bloodbath.
The Qin soldiers present were all filled with killing intent. They stared at everyone like Xirong soldiers.
Wang Ben was the same.
However, Wang Ben wasn't as murderous as her.
This was a demon that belonged to the battlefield.
He took a deep breath.
The true essence of the << Six Months Flying Snow Sword Technique >> flowed through his body. Only then did the killing intent in her eyes slowly disappear.
"General Li Han Yi!"
Wang Ben calmed himself down and rode his horse forward. He asked the girl who was only a few years older than his son, Wang Li,""Old General Wei Liao sent me here to ask if the Snow Dragon Cavalry should continue their pursuit?”
Li Han Yi shook his head and said,""No need, there will be people waiting for them in front!”
There was someone else?
The troops of Lang Mountain?
Wang Ben's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to ask.
Suddenly, the image of his father, Wang Jian, flashed in his mind, as well as the conversation before he left Xianyang and headed to Yong City.
She swallowed her words.
Sometimes, curiosity didn't last long.
Since Lord Lang Shan had made arrangements.
It was none of Wang Ben's business.
Although he was the deputy general of Wei Liao, the Lang Mountain soldiers were not under his control.
He had already obtained the battle merits this time.
At this moment.
" General Qingluan and the Snow Dragon Cavalry were the ones who managed to tear the Xirong Army apart," Wang Ben said." You guys contributed the most."”
"General, why don't you return to Yong City to rest first and leave the cleaning of the battlefield to me?”
The seven thousand Snow Dragon Cavalry were extremely powerful.
Up until now, he had not harmed a single person.
Moreover, this Li Hanyi was extremely powerful. He was only eighteen years old, but he was already at the seventh level of the Connate Golden Core realm.
It made him, a 36-year-old person who was only at the sixth level of the Connate True Core realm, feel ashamed.
Li Han Yi waved his hand.
Then, he cupped his hands and said," General, please help me report to Old General Wei Liao. After this matter is over, we will return to Mount Lang!"”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The snow-white sword spun.
He kicked the horse's belly and headed in the direction of Mount Lang.
The seven thousand Snow Dragon Cavalry behind him turned into a surging flood and galloped away.
She was mainly here to help Yong City.
The overall situation had been decided, there was no need to stay. Moreover, Ying Tian had already sent a letter.
In a few days, they would arrive at Lang Mountain.
She naturally had to return to Mount Lang.
He had stayed in Yong City long enough.
"Just like that?"
A lieutenant at the side looked at the back of the 7,000 Snow Dragon Cavalry and was stunned." How do we calculate the battle merits? Aren't you afraid that we'll take the battle credits?"
Wang Ben glanced at the lieutenant and said,""If you can still eat the lamb leg tomorrow, you can take the battle points.”
Who would dare to take the merits of Lang Mountain?
He had never seen a Connate Golden Core wiped out with a single sword strike!
And that Guan Yunzhang, I heard that he killed the number one general of the Wu Clan with one strike. Lord Lang Shan himself was even more unfathomable.
Right now, Lord Lang Shan's momentum was flourishing, who would dare to be greedy?
Wasn't this courting death?
The battle had come to an end.
Even the Yin-Yang School, who had been observing the battle, had sent out their Warlocks to help.
This was the general trend.
After this battle.
Lord Lang Shan would probably become famous in the seven countries.
However…
Lord Lang Shan had slaughtered so many people.
The Confucians and Mohists, who valued benevolence and righteousness, would not let this matter rest.
They would definitely denounce him!
……
The north wind howled.
The cold wind blew against the flag, causing it to flutter loudly.
The grass that was half the height of a person was also stuck to the ground in the cold wind.
The dust was so high that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Rongrong King brought the remnants of Gunrong and rushed north!
Ever since the Yiqu King died in battle, the Yiqu Tribe was wiped out, and the news of the Wu Royal House and Mianzhu Royal House being massacred spread.
He did not want to fight.
He had no idea what was going on in the northern lands north of the Qinchang Wall.
He hoped that his Gunrong Clan hadn't been slaughtered.
At the thought of being slaughtered.
He couldn't help but think of Lang Mountain Lord Ying Tian.
This person was too ruthless!
Everywhere he went, there were hundreds of thousands of people under the butcher's knife.
"Forget it, let's escape first!"
Fortunately, there were no pursuers.
Otherwise, there would really be no way out.
They had also lost their rations and plundered everywhere when they came.
Now that he was returning to the north, he was like a stray dog. He was deeply afraid of the Qin army's pursuit and was in a state of panic!
"Wait!"
"No!"
Lord Gunrong's expression changed. Because…
He saw a dense horde of cavalrymen on a hill not far away.
A large flag suddenly stood up and fluttered in the wind, with the words "Lang Mountain" written on it.
Clearly, they had been waiting for a long time!
……
On the hill.
The ten thousand heavy cavalry were silent.
The horses and knights were all clad in black armor.
Chief Zhao Xin's handsome face was filled with steel-like determination, and his entire body emitted a sharp aura.
"Charge!"
Suddenly, a huge golden spear was raised. The blue tassel fluttered in the wind.
Immediately after, rolling thunder.
The ten thousand heavy cavalry raised a cloud of dust as they charged towards the remnants of Gunrong.
There was no nonsense.
He directly charged forward.
The black torrent overlapped with the setting sun, and an explosive killing intent swept across.
The remnants of Gunrong, who had long been killed, were at a loss!
……
"Yin!"
The battle spear roared.
A cold light suddenly appeared!
Then, the blue spear light turned into a flood dragon and flashed past. The heavy cavalry behind him flowed through the remnants of Gunrong.
It raised many waves.
Then, the waves disappeared one by one!
They turned into broken limbs and minced meat!
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Ten thousand heavy cavalry whistled past and disappeared into the horizon.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Lord Gunrong straightened his body, his eyes wide open as a hole appeared in his chest.
He died with grievances!
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