I personally created the dragon chant of the great nation

A day later, Liu Shan and Mangfu appeared two hundred miles north of Dingyang.

This time the battalion was equipped with two horses per person, and its mobility and speed were more than doubled.

In the early morning, Liu Shan took the Mangfu battalion to rest in a mountain nest, and they had been marching all night.

The soldiers were a little tired, silently chewing on the jerky and drinking the water in the leather bags.

At this time, the scout came to report.

"Lord Qiqi, ten miles ahead, I found a Hun tribe, with thousands of tents and a population of nearly 10,000!"

"A tribe of 10,000 men?"

Hearing the scout's answer, the corners of Liu Shan's mouth rose and showed a stern smile.

Every time a foreign invasion occurs, it is the people of the Han family who suffer, and the people who are slaughtered are the people of the Han family.

The people of the Han family can rest assured, with me Liu Shan here, there will be no chaos in Wuhua after more than a hundred years.

Thinking of this, Liu Shan stood up, turned over and jumped on the dragon horse and ran out of the mountain nest.

Behind him, Dian Wei, a battalion of three hundred reckless men followed.

The horses galloped, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, pointing straight at the Hun tribe in front.

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In the grassland in August, the grass has been a little withered and yellow, and even the sheep are a little disgusted, occasionally looking up and humming a few words weakly, as if telling that the grass tastes bad.

Lekubu, a very small tribe of the Huns, with only 10,000 people.

Because of the limited strength and the lack of warriors, only a few hundred men went out with Floro this time.

However, just these hundreds of people were all killed in this attack on Dingyang City.

Before dawn, it was not time for the Hun women to get up and milk the cows, and only a few Hun men were left to seize the morning light, and the whole camp was full of gasps.

The Leku, who were still asleep and still "busy", did not know that ten miles away, death was beckoning to them.

The calm Leku tribe was shattered in an instant.

Suddenly, there was a tremor on the ground, thump, as if it was about to be shaken.

The men of Lekubu rolled over one after another, threw down the woman in their arms, grabbed their bows and arrows, and rushed out of the tent.

Having grown up on horseback, they knew that the tremors were brought about by the rapid running of a large number of war horses.

And at this time, such a number of war horses, needless to say, must be enemies.

Just as they turned on their horses and prepared to meet the enemy, a black line appeared three miles away.

"What is this?" exclaimed a Leku man.

He had been herding sheep since he was a child, and his eyesight was very good, and at a distance of three miles, he could even see the face of the leading rider.

A white-robed young man, holding two huge hammers in his hands, and a black horse that was extremely ugly in his crotch.

"This is the Han Chinese!" he shouted out the full words.

You must know that in the depths of the Xiongnu here, how can there be Han people?

It would take at least 500 miles to get here!

Do they have wings, and what are the Han Chinese doing with us?

No wonder they were frightened, the Huns and the Han had not been at war for hundreds of years, how could there be a Han army attacking the Hun tribe at this time.

In an instant, the Leku people stopped their panic, as they found that there were only a few hundred people on the other side.

The patriarch of Leku even laughed and said, "Thank you to Changshengtian for sending so many slaves, and there are many more grazing slaves this winter!"

The rest of the Leku men laughed too.

They thought that hundreds of years ago, countless Han people were captured by the Huns, became slaves, became their subordinates, and herded sheep and horses for them.

"Kill me!"

The patriarch shouted, and rode his horse towards the camp of the mangfu.

Behind him, two thousand Leku cavalry also shouted: "Catch alive! The tribe needs slaves!"

Two thousand Dolku cavalry rushed forward at a gallop.

Seeing that the Huns on the opposite side actually launched an attack, Liu Shanle was happy, and there was really someone who was not afraid of death.

The next moment, the smile disappeared, and he coldly ordered: "Pass on my military order, the tribe ahead, regardless of men, women, old and young, no one will be left!"

In this battle, he wanted to make the Huns understand a truth, the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was unhappy.

The entire Xiongnu tribe, regardless of men and women, were killed, which was to avenge the people of the Han family more than a hundred years later.

More than 100 years later, countless "two-legged sheep" were ravaged by them and lived an inhuman life.

"Dian Wei Zun Order!"

Dian Wei shouted.

"Rush with me! Kill all the Hun cavalry in front, kill all the tribes in front, and leave no chickens and dogs!"

Liu Shan shouted, and the dragon horse rushed towards the two thousand cavalry in front, and the two armies gathered less than a mile in an instant.

The Huns lived in the grasslands, and they were naturally skilled in arching and horses, and if they opened their bows and arrows at this time, they would also create an obstacle for the reckless man.

But in order to catch them alive, the last glimmer of hope was lost.

They didn't know that the three hundred cavalry on the opposite side were the purest professional soldiers, and their only skill was to kill, and they kept killing.

There was no fierce fighting, and after a charge, less than 500 of the 2,000 Huns were left on horseback, and the rest of the 1,500 people died under the swords of the Mangfu battalion.

Looking at the trembling Leku cavalry not far away, Liu Shan said to Dian Wei: "You take fifty Mangfu battalions to annihilate the remaining Huns!"

Dian Wei nodded, raised the double halberd in his hand, and shouted at the reckless battalion behind him: "The first squad, kill with me, no one will be left!"

As he spoke, the red horses under him rushed forward, followed by the Fifty Mangfu Battalion.

Immediately afterward, a massacre began, and the cavalry of five hundred Leku was completely powerless.

After a while, Dian Wei returned to the team covered in blood and said to Liu Shan: "Lord, kill them all, and come to restore your life!"

Liu Shan continued to order: "Take all the reckless battalions, clean up the tribes in front, after a quarter of an hour, I don't want to see any living mouths!"

"Order!" Dian Wei exclaimed excitedly.

The 300 Mangfu Battalion was even more joyful, and in their eyes, it was not human life at all, but golden money.

The battalion of three hundred reckless men rushed towards Leku with boundless murderous aura.

After a while, the cries and scoldings resounded throughout the grassland, like purgatory on earth.

Killing the Huns, every reckless battalion has no burden in their hearts, they don't have the slightest bit of patience, no hesitation.

In their eyes, the Huns were the lowest people, no different from animals.

Moreover, the number of Han people whose ancestors died tragically was in the millions.

From the pre-Qin to the Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu caused more than a hundred disasters to the Han people.

From the bottom of their hearts, Liu Shan's annihilation won their hearts.

The slaughter lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and the entire Leku tribe, men, women, and children, were wiped out.

Corpses spread all over Leku's territory, a thick smell of blood, wafting over the meadows, and countless eagles hovered in the air, looking down and waiting for an opportunity to feast.