Three Kingdoms Of The Myth Of Online Games

In the dark night, more and more people died, including the Xianbei Hu people, the soldiers guarding the city, and the Northern Huns who were pushed to the limit.

Originally, Xiahou Dun had hoped that the number of North Huns guards was so small that even if they could not be wiped out, they could be blocked.

I don’t want the difference in strength to be the difference in strength. For a soldier who has reached a certain peak in strength, small calculations are meaningless. In the end, the battle is compared to the combat power. However, the combat power of more than a thousand pseudo army soul legions is heaven-defying, so he has nothing to say. Say.

"Damn it, let me signal for help!" Xiahou Dun finally couldn't stand it any longer, and the Northern Huns were all dead when this went on, but all these hundreds of thousands of hooters ran away.

Even if Xia Houyuan raised his hand, it was a sword light that went up to the sky, and a firework for distress was exploded in the air. This was a special distress signal that Guo Hao had finalized, and it could only be released when it was most urgent.

Xiahoudun mobilized his subordinates as much as possible, and Juyongguan was completely messed up, and the reserve team that had been prepared had to pull on the wall for bloody battles.

With the death of the Huben Camp and the Northern Huns, gaps began to appear in other places one after another, and the miscellaneous beards of Xianbei and Wuwan also flooded in. The already difficult situation became even more erosive.

Some Xianbei and Hu people have already crossed the Juyong Pass defense line and began to flee northward.

Thanks to these fleeing Husbands, Juyongguan's defense line can be more stable.

After seeing the way of life, these miscellaneous people had no intention of smashing with the Han army, and directly ignored the Han army and ran away.

The soldiers in the Zhonglei Camp gritted their teeth at the end, and directly abandoned the general city wall, surging towards the area of ​​the Northern Huns.

Juyongguan can be thrown away, and Hu people can be let go. These Northern Huns must die here today.

In the fiercest place of the battle, Xiahou Dun led the Huben camp to support the North Huns. Every minute someone fell, but no one was shaken, and no one chose to leave.

After the two parties have identified their identities, it is a life and death, a very simple truth.

"Where are the guards? Follow me up and kill them!" Hu Yanlin made a fierce move, beheading the tiger camp soldiers who rushed towards him with one move, and stood in place and began to gather people.

He already understands the key. The guy on the opposite side of the co-author has dual talents. The spiritual talent and the legion talent can cooperate with each other. No wonder the more difficult the fight, the original opponent’s legion talent is a double-edged sword. The more you lose, the more combat power you get. .

The Han army was about to die thousands of people, isn't the remaining soldiers getting more and more able to fight.

Hu Yanlin took the lead, regardless of blocking Own Tigers and soldiers, led the Northern Huns guards to rush towards Xiahou Dun. The previous battle showed that Xiahou Dun could not beat him. If it were not for Xiahou Dun's personal guards desperate protection, Xiahou Dun would not be able to run away.

On the other side, Hua Xiong's expression changed drastically as he watched the fireworks exploding in the sky. He didn't expect that the Xiahou brothers could not stand it anymore. If Juyongguan was lost, all the responsibility would lie with him.

"Zijian, don't worry about us, go and support as soon as possible!" Ju Yi shouted at Hua Xiong immediately.

Hua Xiong did not hesitate, and ran out with the flying bear. He was afraid that he would encounter a large number of wandering Huren cavalry on the grassland before climbing, so the two sides marched together. Whoever wanted to wander did not meet the Huren cavalry. Juyongguan had an accident first.

"Not good!" Gongsun Zan, who was resting on the other side, also had a bad heart, and Juyongguan actually only lasted for less than a day.

He had met Brother Xiahou. It was definitely not a wine bag or rice bag, but he started calling for help in just one day, indicating that something has definitely changed.

"Master Gongsun, shouldn't we go to Juyongguan to start persuading you to surrender?" Yan Gang asked cautiously. If Gongsun Zan had previously accepted a group of Huren prisoners, he would not have made this suggestion.

"Stupid...just do it!" Gongsun Zan was furious when he heard the words, but he hesitated after thinking of something, and agreed to Yan Gang's suggestion.

Gongsun Zan is also not a pedantic person. He used to have these miscellaneous hustle and return to the north, and he would settle the account after the Beibei attack on Goryeo. Now Yan Gang's suggestion of persuading surrender has hit his heart.

Baima has reached the extreme from that unscientific speed in an instant, spanning a not-so-short distance, and hastily arrived near Juyongguan.

"General White Horse is here, those who descend will not kill, those who descend will not kill!" Gongsun Xu worked hard to bloom the brilliance of his army's talent, in order to allow the Hu people to see the white horse in the dark.

"Those who descend don't kill! Those who descend don't kill!" The voice of Bai Mayi from the mountain whizzed the tsunami, causing the miscellaneous people to kneel and surrender. They had no hope of alive before, and they slammed with the defenders on Juyongguan with a sigh of relief.

But now that the most feared existence in their hearts was willing to accept it, they saw the hope of being alive again, and they lost their breath, and naturally they lost the thought of continuing to fight.

Gongsun Zan didn't expect that the effect of his willingness to pay would be so good. Even if the hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous beards were scattered, it would take a day or two for the white horse to kill.

"Hu people are afraid of power but not moral, but blindly prestige seems undesirable, maybe I should cooperate with Zhou Mu?" Gongsun Zan couldn't help thinking in his mind.

He is not a fool. If he can drive Hu Ren to fight Hu Ren, he is naturally unwilling to damage Han Jia Erlang's name.

Above Juyong Pass, Hu Yanlin frantically looked at Xiahoudun in front of him. He was already severely injured and was crumbling, but his fighting power rose from the great perfection of the internal Qi to the extreme.

Originally he had the upper hand in the battle, but now he has begun to be at a disadvantage.

The bigger Xiahou Dun became, the more crazy he was. The injuries on his body continued to recover and new injuries were constantly added. Relying on the extremely powerful resilience of the internal energy, he struggled to lock the blood and fight Hu Yanlin to death.

Hu Yanlin was very mad. He felt that Xiahou Dun in front of him was a candle in the wind, but Xiahou Dun could not stand still, and even left more wounds on his body.

"Go!" Hu Yanlin almost broke his teeth, he couldn't even look directly into the eyes of his corporal soldiers. This choice did not suit their Northern Huns.

"King!" a guard yelled, and the words were full of inconceivability.

"Go! Wait for you to come back later!" Hu Yanlin's clenched fist and nails were almost inserted into the palm of his hand. It is precisely because he is the king of the Huns that he can be more aware of the importance of the Northern Huns.

After more than two thousand Northern Huns fought until now, there are less than one thousand left, and although the opponent has died more than four thousand, it is not worthwhile at all.

Their Northern Huns are no longer the Huns Empire, and the tactics of Duizi are completely inapplicable to them. The size of the Han Dynasty and the Northern Huns is now a huge gap.

The Northern Huns must cherish every member of their tribe, and cherish every strength, and prepare for the big plan in the future. They can't die now.

More importantly, Hu Yanlin realized that they had wasted too much time in this place. The white horse persuading him to surrender and the domino-like errands made him realize that the general situation was gone.

He hadn't forgotten the cavalry who could only fly. When the cavalry arrived, they would not be able to leave. It was a genuine army soul.

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