Light gray clouds slowly gathered and accumulated in the sky, and layers of thick clouds quickly blocked the winter sunshine, and the chilled wind rushed on the battlefield with the flow of the clouds.

A Han cavalry had just pulled out his saber from the enemy's body. The blood on the blade had not even had time to drip into the dust. The next moment, a spear stabbed around him and pierced into the gap in his bamboo armor.

Blood instantly surged out along the gap between the spear and the **, but the spear in the hands of the Gaul light cavalry was locked by the Han soldiers and could no longer be moved.

The coalition soldier did not live long. Duanmu Taku, who was hit by high, cut off his neck with a knife. The blood that soared into the sky drifted away along the cold wind and merged into the already thick blood in the air.

And the warmth of the drops turned into coldness in a blink of an eye, and the head with a helmet was soon trampled on by the horse's hooves.

"The Forty-seventh." Duanmu Tuo secretly recorded the enemy who died under his long sword in his heart.

Forty-seven people, forty-seven swords were fired, and the enemy on the opposite side still has no one to join forces.

Moreover, these enemy troops have subconsciously avoided Duanmu Tuo's edge. For these enemies, Duanmu Tuo is like a killing god. They have tried to surround him, but Duanmu Tuo and the dozens of personal guards behind him have a sword in their hands like this fierce cold wind. They can always cut through their seemingly strong armor from an incredible angle and seize their limbs and lives.

A hundred enemy troops surrounded him, and a hundred bodies remained, either until the centurion or thousand-man in the center was killed by Duanmu Takura, and the rest of the men and horses dispersed in panic.

At this moment, Duanmu Tuo, who was in the center of the vortex and the long sword in his hand, were like a huge rock swaying water, shocking the enemy beside him, and also excited Lei Dongfeng and others on the top of the city.

The layers of blood mist, the endless shouts and roars, and the figures galloping back and forth among thousands of troops, each of them seemed to be a dazzling flash that could inspire people's hearts, inspiring the robes on the battlefield.

Any country, a battle always requires such a hero who sacrifices his life.

They are heroes, and even men, who can lead hundreds, thousands, and even the entire team of men who have their lives to the fullest.

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Bergman looked at the enemy entangled by his personal guards and the baggage soldiers in the camp, constantly slashing his subordinates, and the murderous aura seemed to be coming straight to him, making Bergman, a soldier who had been through many battles, feel a sense of fear.

The Gaul light cavalry who came from Jinshan Mansion could not defeat the Han army's spear formation. If he delayed for a moment, he would probably be surrendered.

At this moment, Guan Nubai, who was responsible for blocking the convergence of soldiers in the camp and Bergman, had completely killed the enemy troops in the camp and was leading two thousand Han cavalry under his command to rush straight to 10,000 heavy-armed cavalry in the distance.

Looking at all this in front of him, even Bergman couldn't help but sigh that this kid from the Han family was so crazy that he had to rely on this vine armor light cavalry to resist the Teutonic heavy cavalry.

Guan Nubai knew in his heart that it would be almost a life-and-death death to fight against ten thousand heavy infantry soldiers with his two thousand vine armored cavalry, but he was not afraid. Since Duanmu Tuo could do his best to do his life for the whole situation, the kid of the Guan family could do this too. Sacrifice is nothing, as long as he can win time for Chen Chong's surprise attack, as long as he can preserve the Jinshan Mansion behind him, he can also write himself into the history of the Han family.

When Bergman saw Duanmu Tuo in the Gaul cavalry formation, he was so brave that thousands of people could not intercept his hundreds of cavalry. He was even more amazed: "The Kuanglan Army under Lei Dongfeng is only a second-level legion of the Han Empire. It would be fine if there were great heroes like Jiang Zhuying and Li Yan. Such a good general was only comparable to Als and Rehager in the West 6. Now, three more killing gods came out. Judging from their appearance, they would not be worse than Stera. What kind of luck does Lei Dongfeng have? He can get so many talents."

As for the Han general holding a horse spear, he was obviously riding, but he was extremely stable in the lower plate. He clamped the war horse tightly, just like sitting on the chariot of the Sun God in the legend of Western 6. He swung his long spear like a windmill, wantonly taking the lives of the Western Alliance soldiers in front of him.

At the beginning, the young man holding a big sword killed and slashed hard, with a strong murderous aura among several people. Thousands of baggage soldiers completely collapsed in less than ten minutes under the impact of him and his cavalry, and they had the courage to directly attack the Teutonic heavy cavalry.

The appearance of these three people at the same time simply gave Bergman an urge to give up resisting.

But among the three, the one who made Bergman feel the most was the man holding a long sword and a calm face.

If Chen Chong and Guan Nubai are still normal now, then the man in front of him has obviously fallen into a state of madness, his eyes are cold, and he is silently slashing everything in front of him. This calmness that obviously goes against common sense is the reason why the hearts of the bystanders feel more trembling,

Normal people, at least when they kill, cannot maintain such an indifferent mentality. Even the madmen of the Third Legion of the Shenwei Army cannot do it. At least they have to shout trumpets, pray loudly or curse.

The martial arts of this Han general may be the most ordinary among these three Han generals, but his fighting spirit is obviously the highest, and it can even be said to be a kind of indifference that has forgotten life and death.

And the most terrifying thing about this Han general is that anyone can see that he has fallen into a crazy state, but he is still calm in charge by leading the army. He is not a fierce attack at all, but is patiently leading his cavalry to use the limited space on the battlefield to fight with the surrounding Gaul light cavalry.

Every time there are interspersed, at least more than a hundred Gaul cavalry will fall off their horses and die, while only a dozen or even a few will be lost to the Han soldiers.

This also shows that the Han general with the division commander's logo in front of him is the most tactical literate among the three.

At least in commanding cavalry operations, he surpassed too many opponents in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that the Han general had too few soldiers and had not left much time for him, Bergman had no doubt that the Han general could use a team of 10,000 people to exhaust five times his enemies.

However, the disadvantages in numbers cannot be calculated simply by decreasing. One hundred ordinary people may be able to defeat one thousand people under unparalleled tactics, but one ordinary person will definitely not defeat one hundred ordinary people.

This is a defect that cannot be overcome and compensated after the number decreases.

Duanmu Takumi in the formation also understood this. Seeing that Wang Jiantang had led his troops back to the original formation of the Qie-armored White-bar Spearmen and joined the defense of a larger number of enemy troops, he let down most of his heart. What he had to do now was to delay time as much as possible, and even give the enemy a fatal blow when he was unexpectedly struggling.

Now, there are less than two thousand Gaul light cavalry left in the three thousand Gaul light cavalry fighting him, but his body is already a little tired.

With five hundred cavalry against three thousand cavalry, he can kill more than a thousand opponents, and his own losses are less than two hundred. This is Duanmu Tuo's most brilliant record in memory.

Despite his fatigue, Duanmu Tuo became calmer and calmer. He seemed to be much closer to the goal of the Yue Meng War. Although such a goal was a bit crazy, it was something he really wanted to pursue.

It once again traveled through the entire enemy's siege, and the space left for Duanmu Tuo and the Han soldiers behind it seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

Duanmu Takuma looked at Bergman hundreds of meters away coldly, calculated the distance and time in his heart, and once again led the soldiers behind him to rush towards the enemy who had already fallen into panic.

Such tactics of biting and entanglement like a wolf and repeatedly interspersed it has made the Gaul light cavalry on the opposite side unbearable. The enemy screamed and poked it, Duanmu Tuo flashed through the opponent's throat, and the long sword slashed through the opponent's throat, and the sharp blade penetrated into the flesh, leaving again, without even a trace of blood, which was extremely smooth.

But at the same time, another enemy that was rushing towards him suddenly pounced, and Duanmu Tuo Long Sword raised, cutting him halfway through the halfway. However, the spear that the enemy had struggled to expose before his death penetrated through the gap in the armor and made a small blood hole on his shoulder.

This was the seventh wound on Duanmu Tuo's body, but Duanmu Tuo did not feel any pain. At this moment, he only saw the enemy's dying fear and the cold light on the blade in his hand.

The cold light drew arcs, shaving his throat, but also ruptured the rupture of his own wound.

Although the wounds are not big, the high Mercedes-Benz and the big-opening and close moves have already allowed the blood to slowly leach out of his armor.

The bloody armor sets off Duanmu Takura, which looks like Shura, but also arouses the courage of the enemy on the other side.

"Pagan, die!" A commander of a Gaul cavalry regiment rushed up with a long-handled flail in his hand. He was the leader of the three thousand men.

The hammer head covered with sharp iron spikes hit Duanmutuo's head. Duanmutuo knocked on the war horse and actually resisted the hammer with his back. Although he avoided the opponent's force point, the hammer head could only be regarded as falling from the back, Duanmutuo's body still trembled in pain. Then Duanmutuo's long sword slashed on the head of the leader as it passed by. This time, blood gushed, sprinkling Duanmutuo's body.

It is still just one round, and the enemy will give it to you.

The enemy's blood and Duanmu Tuo's blood were blended together. Duanmu Tuo picked up the head of the commander of the Gallic Cavalry Regiment, gritted his teeth and shouted at the enemy on the battlefield: "Come on if you are not afraid of death!"

The voice was shrill, like a night owl, but it made the hearts of more than a thousand Gaul light cavalry remaining on the opposite side tremble. The surprise and fear on the faces of the commander of the Gaul thousand-man who died with his eyes closed made these Gaul light cavalry feel a deep sense of loss.

"Who dares to be my enemy!"

No one answered, and in an instant, Duanmu Tuo burst into tears. He was a passionate man, and the thousands of troops were the life he wanted.

A man is bloody and is appointed as a marquis of the marquis; a thousand army wise, a phoenix nirvana will be reborn in the fire.
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