Chapter 193: Passion of blood

The fierce battle continues-.

The blood on the ground can no longer distinguish them.

Luan Bu waved his iron sword and slashed hard. With barbarian soldiers around him, slashing was undoubtedly more lethal than assassination and was more adaptable to the needs of actual combat. This is the eleventh, Luan Bu no longer had time to think about it carefully, kill and kill. He only had this idea in his mind, killing all the barbarian soldiers approaching.

The barbarian heads are endless, and the blood on the battlefield is endless.

On the battlefield, the Qin army's resistance was quite tenacious. Luan Bu is worthy of being a rare general. He can still be convinced that soldiers will fight to the death when the casualties are close to one-third. With this, he is enough to laugh. If he can still laugh, Luan Bu will definitely do this, but now, he doesn't even have time to laugh.

"Go to die, barbarian thief!" As the blood rain flew, Luan Bu kept hissing and shouting. He swung his sword hard to cut down the arm of a barbarian general holding a bow. Suddenly, his feet became soft, and it turned out that he had used all his strength just now.

Seeing the opponent who had the upper hand falling to the ground, the barbarian general who was bleeding and broken his arms was smirking and chopped off the bamboo sword. Although the barbarians only held a bamboo sword, the sharpness was not much worse than that of the bronze sword. This kind of bamboo is a black bamboo produced in Qiannan. It has extremely elasticity and toughness. If used for fighting on the battlefield, the softness of the bamboo sword can make up for the lack of bamboo hardness.

Just when Luan Bu fell to the ground, a wounded Qin soldier who was lying on the ground helped him in his dying situation. The soldier used his last little strength to hug the barbarian general's legs, which made the barbarian general who could not move could only watch Luan Bu roll and escape in a hurry.

"Damn Qin Gou! Let go." The barbarian general roared angrily, and sneered and stabbed two sharp bamboo knives on them fiercely.

"Kill!" Luan Bu, who had been lucky enough to escape the disaster, jumped up and slashed his iron sword with the winner's smile, and his opponent's head rose into the sky in the bloody rain.

The fierce battle continued, and the Qin army gradually lost its support, but the number of disadvantages could not be equalized by courage alone, especially when the rebels of the Ba people also threw their private soldiers into the offensive formation, the Qin army's final resistance became meaningless.

"Kill them all, don't leave one!" From time to time, the barbarian generals shouted proudly.

The sky was getting darker, as if even the sun could not bear to appreciate this bloody killing. The Qin army had abandoned the siege, and the remaining soldiers could only rely on a few low salt houses to defend. However, as more and more barbarian soldiers joined the camp of clearing, I believe that the resistance in the salt house would not last long.

Although the process was a little difficult, everything was under control. The Fan family leader of the Fan family, who followed the Yelang general, also showed a relaxed expression on his face. As long as he occupied the Yanjing, he would have the wealth of victory. Then, he sent troops to guard the passes along the road and the assistance of Yelang State reinforcements. The Qin army had no choice but to take revenge. It was not that easy to attack Ba County. After all, the Qin State is no longer the powerful empire that attacked Ba Shu more than a hundred years ago. At that time, Qin State spent more than 30 years to capture Ba Shu, and the army dispatched reached more than 200,000.

As time goes by, the Qin State, which has created thousands of holes, has no 200,000 troops at all. In addition, there are enemies oppression in Hangu Pass, Guanzhong and the north. The Qin State can use no more than 10,000 troops. What can 10,000 people do? In the mountains surrounded by Bajun, the Qin army that is unfamiliar with the terrain and lacks support is like a blind man, and can only wait to be eliminated.

What made the rebel heads even more confident was that the army of Yelang Kingdom was also supported by the army. The Yelang Kingdom was more than a thousand miles in a radius, and it was said that there were 50,000 soldiers in armor. Even the southern Qin army in the South Vietnam area was not their opponent. The commander of the Qin army Tu Sui was caught in the poisonous arrow of the Yelang barbarians and lost his life.

"Kill the barbarian!"

Suddenly, a roar woke the heads of the family from their dreams. When they opened their eyes and looked at them again, the already calm battlefield suddenly changed. Behind their own military formation, a powerful assault legion composed of Bayanzi's private soldiers and Qin reinforcements emerged from the depths of the dense forest like a ghost.

"General, there is Qin Gou behind it-!" The heads of the family were panicked and turned their gazes to the powerful man beside them - the Yelang general.

At this moment, when the barbarian generals noticed the chaos in the back formation, the fight had turned into a melee.

The first thing I came into contact with was Bayanzi's private soldiers and Yelang barbarians. The confrontation between the Ba people and the barbarians was fierce. The feather arrows on both sides were painted with poison. As long as the armor was shot through, the combat effectiveness of a soldier was basically over.

Immediately afterwards, under the command of Peng Yue, more than 4,000 Qin troops shouted and broke into the enemy group. The army, which had always been dominated by guerrilla tactics, finally showed their bloodiness at this moment. They had to prove with repeated attacks that they were also brave soldiers in the Qin army.

"You trash, don't escape, let me take it!" The shouts of the heads of the family were filled with despair and unwillingness. The private soldiers rushed up and fell down in an instant. They were replaced by barbarians and then fell down again.

Amid the shouts, warriors fighting for their respective beliefs were buried in the field of killing.

Life is full of joy, death is drunk.

In such a fierce battle, the Ba tribe's private soldiers who lack practical experience could not stand up first and fell into panic. Then, the retreat turned into a fleeing. The Yelang barbarians who were turning back and rushing halfway were also fleeing with the brigade. In this case of collapse, even the Yelang general killed several people in a row, and it was not stopped.

Run away, everyone is thinking so.

Including the rebel heads who were confident in victory just now.

In fact, when they found Bayanzi in the Qin army in the back formation, they already understood that there was no chance of winning this battle.

But escape, how could it be so easy?

On the chaotic battlefield, the barbarians who had the opportunity to find out the opportunity to run into the surrounding dense forests. Others who had no time to retreat were surrounded by the private forces of the Qin army and Bayanzi, becoming the souls of the dead under the chaos.

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"Brother Luan Bu, where is General Luan?" Peng Yue searched anxiously on the battlefield filled with corpses, but there was no answer. The Qin army guarding the salt well seemed to have all died in battle, and none of them survived.

"Brother Luan! I've been hurting you." Finally, in the face of the huge blow, Peng Yue cried bitterly. The brave general who was just fighting with the barbarians was now choking and sobbing like a child who was lost and separated from the adults.

A man's tears are worth a thousand gold.

Luan Bu is Peng Yue's brother who shares life and death. They were good friends who were very close friends when Juyeze was a thief. A year ago, Luan Bu left Guandong and came to join the country thousands of miles. The two brothers were originally hoping to show their talents and make achievements in the army, but now, the two brothers are separated by life and death. How can Peng Yue, a five-foot-high man, resist it?

"General Peng, Captain Luan is in front!" Suddenly, an extremely weak voice came into Peng Yue's ears intermittently, and it came from the underground.

Peng Yue, who was extremely ecstatic, struggled to open the layers of corpses on the ground, but saw a Qin army soldier with both legs entrusted to the bottom, smiling at him. There was a river of blood under him, and his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood.

"General, have we won?" the young master asked with difficulty.

"Win, our Qin army won a great victory, and the barbarians were driven away!" Peng Yue wiped the tears in his eyes and replied. It was really a pity for a soldier to see his unbearable appearance, but he no longer cared about this. He was eager to know where Luan Bu was and whether he was still alive.

"Really, it's great. General Luan is in the dirt house in front. General, go and find him!" After saying this, the young master closed his eyes with a happy smile, so that he could stick to his current belief finally came to an end - the Qin army won.

In the earthen house, the thrilling scene made Peng Yue, a general who had experienced many battles and had already looked down on his death, pounding violently. Dozens of wounded Qin soldiers blocked layer by layer in front of a "blood man" holding an iron sword. In front of them, the bodies of barbarian soldiers were lying.

"Military doctor, military doctor, come and save people!" Peng Yue shouted and walked forward, picked up the bloody man, and rushed out of the door.

"Luan Bu, brother, please hold on, and Shuai Fu is here to see you!" Peng Yue cried and staggered, his steps were a little staggering, and the friendship between men on the battlefield was extremely precious.

"General Luan, Luan Bu--!" Because he wanted to coordinate the overall situation, Fu Ge, who arrived at the battlefield later, was shocked by the tragic phenomena on the battlefield. Although the scale of this fierce battle is no less than that of those battles that often take thousands of battles, the tragic level of fighting on local battlefields is even more serious.

Luan Bu is a good example, and the five hundred Qin soldiers under his command are also a good example.

"Ship Fu, I have a special golden elixir here. It can be used to apply it to General Luan and apply it to the wound, which can have a very good effect!" Bai Yanzi, who was following Fu Ge, came over with a flattering look on his face.
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