Chapter 43 Poor Bones by the Wuding River

The two armies charged again and collided with each other.

Sheng Huaian led the way and rushed into the enemy camp. The long spear in his hand became a killing machine, constantly beheading the Xiongnu cavalry.

He alone was worth thousands of cavalry.

After several battles, all the Xiongnu cavalry died. Behind Sheng Huaian, there were only about 500 cavalry, almost all of them were injured. If they had not seized a large number of healing pills, I am afraid that more people would have died.

The battle was extremely brutal. Sheng Huaian was not a god, although he was desperately killing the Xiongnu cavalry.

But the Xiongnu cavalry had more people than them, and death was inevitable.

On the ground, broken spears and long spears were tilted east and west, and the Yinma River was stained red with blood.

"Rumble!"

Before Sheng Huaian's troops could take a breath, the sound of cavalry charging came from the grassland in the distance.

Looking at the Xiongnu cavalry rushing over, everyone could only hold their swords and long spears tightly.

Fortunately, they fought hard to deal with the previous 3,000 cavalrymen, otherwise, if this team of cavalrymen joined the battle, they would be in danger of being destroyed.

"Brothers, let's kill him today." Sheng Huaian shouted with great momentum.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Sheng Huaian added points without hesitation, consuming 500 killing points, and raised his cultivation to the limit of a post-natal warrior.

Raised his strength to 35,000 jin, and raised his strength again by a large margin.

Only if he became stronger and killed more Hun cavalrymen, could he ensure that more soldiers under his command survived.

"Kill!"

Sheng Huaian led his troops to charge, and the remaining 500 people had fierce eyes.

They were all strong men who had fought out of death. Those who could survive were all strong men, and those who were weak had been killed.

The other Hun army was another 2,000 iron cavalry.

Seeing Sheng Huaian's troops, they still charged without retreat.

It was the mission of many Xiongnu cavalrymen to keep Sheng Huaian's troops on the grassland, even if they died in battle.

No one had ever dared to slaughter their Xiongnu grassland tribe wantonly and then return safely.

Five hundred cavalrymen, following Sheng Huaian, rushed to the Xiongnu cavalry camp that was four times their size with fear of death.

The general of this 2,000-man Xiongnu cavalry was also a martial artist who had reached the great perfection of the acquired realm.

He waved his sword and slashed at Sheng Huaian, extremely brave.

"Boom!"

Sheng Huaian chopped out with a spear, and the huge force of more than 40,000 pounds directly blasted him away, killing a large number of Xiongnu cavalrymen.

The other general died and could not understand why Sheng Huaian's spear had such a terrifying and powerful force.

That pure force of 40,000 to 50,000 pounds destroyed everything and was irresistible.

Sheng Huaian was unmatched at this moment, killing the enemy general with a spear.

Then he rushed into the Xiongnu cavalry camp like a fierce dragon, and in a moment, he killed dozens of Xiongnu cavalry.

With such a powerful force, no one could stop Sheng Huaian. He rushed into the enemy formation alone and disrupted the Xiongnu cavalry charge formation.

Guo Xiaoping, Hu Bing, Wang Wu and others followed Sheng Huaian, rushing and slashing fiercely, killing countless enemies.

The enemy's acquired generals were killed, and there was no high-end combat power. Guo Xiaoping and Hu Bing's acquired early cultivation also killed a lot of people in the enemy.

Sheng Huaian, Guo Xiaoping and Hu Bing killed most of the Xiongnu enemy troops, greatly reducing the death rate of ordinary soldiers.

After the battle, only about 300 cavalrymen were still standing behind Sheng Huaian.

Even if he killed 600 to 700 Xiongnu troops alone, the large number of people on the opposite side was an advantage.

One for one can replace a lot of people.

That was two thousand fully-armored elite Hun cavalry. They were proud enough to achieve such an impressive record.

"Brothers, we won." Sheng Huaian shouted loudly, and his voice shook the grassland.

In this battle, they faced five thousand Hun cavalry with less than nine hundred cavalrymen and wiped out the opponent. This record was a great victory not only in Anning Pass, but also in the entire northern battlefield.

"Ten thousand wins!"

"Ten thousand wins!"

The surviving soldiers shouted one after another, venting the boiling blood in their hearts.

After a brutal battle, only one-third of them were left, and two-thirds of the soldiers remained on this grassland forever.

The Yinma River was full of corpses, and the blood soaked the soil and penetrated into the river, turning the river red.

Sheng Huaian looked at the corpses on the ground and remembered the poem.

The poor bones by the Wuding River are still the people in the spring boudoir's dream!

Nearly six hundred of his subordinates were buried here forever.

They are all passionate young men, and there is still a long way to go in the future. There may be wives waiting for them to return home.

The woman in the boudoir will never wait for the man who returns triumphantly.

"Huaian, we have to leave quickly. We are still surrounded by the Xiongnu cavalry. The remaining brothers can't leave."

Seeing Sheng Huaian looking at the bodies of his dead comrades in silence, Wang Wu said with a bloody knife and a wounded arm.

Their whereabouts have been exposed. The Xiongnu cavalry discovered their intention to go back. The longer they stay on the grassland, the more danger they will face.

There is no time to collect the bodies of the dead comrades.

Sheng Huaian can only give orders to continue on the road.

Take 3,000 war horses and leave Yinma River.

They are too few, and there are still 4,000 to 5,000 unowned war horses on the grassland. If there are more people, they will definitely not abandon them.

But now they only have more than 300 people. Taking too many war horses will become a burden.

They had just walked for less than two quarters of an hour when another group of Xiongnu cavalry arrived.

Seeing the corpses all over the ground and the wandering horses, Helan Ziyang's face was gloomy. They were too late.

"Captain!"

"Captain Tuoba, Captain Hu and Captain Yi were all killed in the battle. Five thousand warriors, none of them survived and died heroically."

"How many enemies died in the battle?" Helan Ziyang's face was so cold that water could drip.

"Five hundred and seventy corpses, less than six hundred."

"With such casualties, how strong is the enemy? How many troops are there!" Helan Ziyang was a little confused at this moment.

These were five thousand elite Xiongnu cavalry. Facing the thirty thousand infantry of the Wei Dynasty, they dared to charge directly, but now they all died by the Yinma River.

The casualties of ten to one were very terrifying numbers. He began to wonder about the strength of the enemy.

Maybe the information obtained by the spies was false. This was not an ordinary Wei army at all.

"Could it be that there are innate masters in this team? Otherwise, how could the three captains, all of whom are post-natal great perfections, die in battle?" A captain said.

Helan Ziyang was silent. The only one who could kill three post-natal great perfections could be an innate warrior.

This undoubtedly shows that there are innate masters among the enemy.

"Should we chase them?" another captain asked.

If they chase, there are suspected innate masters in the enemy army. If they chase them, they will die.

If they don't chase, they will face the blame of Zuo Xianwang.

"Chase!"

Helan Ziyang finally decided to chase, but the speed of the pursuit slowed down.

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They galloped all the way without resting. If the horses couldn't bear it, they would change horses. Only by running out of the grassland could they survive.

When they entered the territory of the Great Wei, there were no pursuers behind them, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Huaian glanced at his soldiers. Before leaving the pass, there were 1,050 to 1,000 people, but now there are only more than 300 people left.

More than 700 people died in the battle on the seventh floor, and they stayed on the grassland forever. Sheng Huaian felt very heavy in his heart.

Most of the remaining 300 people were warriors.

Only those with strong strength could survive in such a cruel battlefield.

Although they were the remnants of the army at the moment, their momentum was incomparable.

Fighting out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses had a great impact on their transformation.

The remaining people were the elite!

With the survivors, they continued to head towards Anning Pass.

At night, they rested at the foot of a mountain.

Near the border, there were few people, and the Huns’ army knocked on the pass, and there were no people to be seen.

"Don't blame yourself too much. For us soldiers, dying on the battlefield is our destiny and fate."

"Besides, our achievements are enough to amaze the entire Wei Dynasty, and they deserve the honors they deserve." Wang Wu saw that Sheng Huaian was very silent, so he comforted him.

"I could have brought them all back." Sheng Huaian said slowly.

"When you are poor, you are not a master, not a great master." Wang Wu patted Sheng Huaian on the shoulder and said.

Sheng Huaian was silent. Originally, their order was to attack the Xiongnu's food and grass troops. After failing to attack the Xiongnu's food and grass troops, he should have taken the troops back to Anning Pass, so that so many people would not die.

"War is so cruel. From the day we joined the army, we have been prepared to die. You don't have to blame yourself. Remember this grudge and make the Xiongnu pay with blood in the future."

Sheng Huaian nodded silently...