Country and Beauty

Jin Huidi is a typical impotent emperor in Chinese history. Ever since he was young, he had never liked reading. SShe only knew how to eat, drink, and play. He didn't have any proper work to do. In AD 307, Wang Sima from the East Sea poisoned Hui Tai Si Yi more and more. Sima Yue helped Sima Chi to ascend to the throne, and Sima Chi became a puppet emperor. The same year, he changed his roots to Yongjia. Sima Yue was the Imperial Tutor, and the political situation was controlled by Sima Yue.

's third conquest of the Luoyang, which was supposed to occur in June 311 A.D., actually happened in November 309, a full year earlier than the start of history. Liu Yuan Army was in a food crisis, he had no choice but to attack Luoyang in advance. He had seen the prosperity of the Luoyang before, and he only needed half of the wealth of the Luoyang to eat for three years.

The Luoyang only had around thirty thousand people defending the city, the situation was obviously good or bad. Fortunately, the walls of the Luoyang City were thick, and as long as one's will was firm, defending the city was not impossible.

However, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in front of them, and a gap of four to five meters wide and three meters deep appeared in front of the Huns. More than a hundred cavalrymen had already seen the King of Hell, and the bottom of the ditch was covered with sharpened wooden sticks.

Jin Zhun's cavalrymen behind stopped in their tracks in shock, and looked at the appalling corpse and took a deep breath.

Due to the inertia of the cavalry, even if the ones in front stopped, no one knew what happened to the cavalry soldiers behind. The ferocious Huns' cavalry surged forward, forcefully pushing the ones in front of them into the trap s.

Amidst the wails of the Hunters, the soldiers running in front of them also stopped, and the javelins in their hands twisted, forming a four-meter-long spear. The soldiers quickly turned into the frontlines and rushed towards the Huns.

What made things worse was that the seven to eight hundred cavalrymen led by Du Ceng also rode their horses to counterattack.

Jin Zhun looked at the battlefield and quickly understood the situation. There were only six hundred people around him, and even if the cavalry soldiers had an innate advantage in terms of speed, they would still be able to get points. The three thousand over held onto their eight meter long pikes, and formed a gigantic hedgehog formation, charging towards them. There was a saying that 'an inch is an inch, and a meter is an inch.' What kind of concept was that? The cavalry's sabers were still unable to strike at him, so he was the first to be pierced into a bloody hole.

Jin Zhun saw that the situation was bad and quickly retracted his troops, ready to break out of the encirclement.

Right at this time, the infantry at the entrance of the mountain path was the first to fight with the Huns, the clanging sounds of weapons colliding unceasingly, and endless miserable screams and curses could be heard one after another. The first to come into contact with them were the soldiers holding their shields, as well as the flying arrows that gave off cold glints.

The crowded space was filled with soldiers. The soldiers in front of them could not even use their fists or legs. They could only desperately slash, stab, and stab at their targets. Occasionally, they could see the weapons coming at them, but all they could do was watch as the sharp weapons struck their targets, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Unlike today's high-tech battles, the pilots could easily fly to the sky above the enemy, easily pressing down on the projectile, and with a rumbling sound, tens of thousands of lives were destroyed. They didn't even have a chance to watch the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere. Perhaps once the missile was released, the final battle would take place thousands of miles away. Even if they had to face it head on with infantry charge, it would be different from the ancient times. As long as they had good weapons and strong firepower, a single machine gun would be able to kill countless people.

Only in a naked white blade battle would one need courage. With the flashing of the blade, blood and flesh would fly everywhere. The enemy's blood could be thrown onto their own face, and their own blood would also flow onto the enemy's body.

's was in a critical situation, just at this time, Du Ceng's cavalry suddenly rushed over, the pressure on Jin Zhun's side suddenly multiplied.

The Qu Yang Army that had appeared around the Huns were glaring at them with a fierce look in their eyes, as if they wanted to choose who to eat. If the army was large enough, it would give a strong sense of shock to the people and make them stand up with sharp weapons that reflected the white light.

The Huns were known for their fierce killing. As the saying goes, those who are soft fear the hard, those who are hard fear the hard, and those who are horizontal fear the stupid, and those who don't care about their lives. Especially the more than one thousand new recruits, they had personally witnessed their loved ones being slaughtered by the Huns, and their eyes would turn red from enmity.

A strong murderous intent filled the air, making the ferocious Huns feel numb, and a strong sense of powerlessness rose up from the bottom of their hearts.

"Let's fight our way out from the west!" Jin Zhun looked regretfully at his subordinates who were immersed in blood. Although the Qu Yang Army was not the best, and their skill in battle was not very good, it would not be difficult to defeat the enemy under the condition of equal strength. However, it was precisely that fearless aura that caused Jin Zhun to feel a deep sense of defeat.

Perhaps he knew that he was going to die, so he no longer had any fear in his eyes. Instead, he rushed up to the soldier, and used his remaining hand to tightly hold onto the soldier's neck. The soldier slashed at the soldier's body in a panic, and as if he could not feel pain, he would not let go. At this time, another Qu Yang soldier chopped off the head of the Huns, but before he could even get excited, he was shot and turned into a hedgehog in the blink of an eye.

Arrows flew in the air, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The blades on the ground struck each other like a huge crowd of people. The deeper they went, the more chaotic it became. Shouts and curses turned into a mess. Hundreds of people lost their lives every second. Shouts and curses turned into a mess. Hundreds of people were losing their lives at every second.

As the encirclement around the Qu Yang Army gradually shrank, the road and ground were no longer visible as they were covered with corpses. Everyone was stepping on the corpses desperately, maybe you are stepping on your former brothers, the comrades who were just chatting with you a moment ago. However, at this time, no one paid attention to them anymore. They all had the same thought in their hearts: kill, kill, kill!

Perhaps life and death was no longer a sacred matter. The battlefield was like a giant meat grinder. It reaped the lives of the soldiers on both sides.

The fierce battle continued, every time the Qu Yang army died, there would be two to three people fighting to make up for it. Jin Zhun wanted to break out of the encirclement, but the advantages of the cavalry was gone.

However, as Jin Zhun was the chief commander of an army that had been marching to the north for many years, no matter how bad the situation was, he could not afford to lose the will to survive. Although the biggest reason for this situation was the head commander's continuous failures, now was not the time to blame himself.

Jin Zhun commanded his troops to break through the siege to the west, and the break through only lasted for fifteen minutes. The Huns at the front advanced for a few hundred meters, but in the end, they only advanced a few dozen meters, which included the Huns that would always stay behind, so it was fine to say that they did not have to break through. It was like a ball of dough that had previously been oval in shape, but now it was merely lengthening towards the front.

Jin Zhun had also become a man of blood, but all of the blood were the enemy's blood. He did not seem to be injured, and he began to feel that the light saber in his hand became heavy and unbearably weak, to the point that he could not even move it as he pleased. He did not know when he would be able to break out of the encirclement. Even if he did manage to get out of the encirclement, the surrounding riders would only need to use a hasty charge to take care of their fallen troops.

Jin Zhun realized that unless they had wings now, there was no hope of breaking out. He started to think about this problem indistinctly, and helplessness and despair started to rise in his heart.

At the beginning, the Huns and the Qu Yang Army were quickly harvesting each other's lives at a ratio of one to three to four. But as time passed, the ratio gradually changed. Right now, the ratio of troops on the battlefield was slowly changing to three to one. Jin Zhun no longer had the ability to break out of this encirclement, so it was just a matter of time before his entire army was destroyed.

Xie Fei did not join the battle, he only watched calmly as the battle continued. He knew that a commander in chief of an army's command was more effective than killing the enemy on the battlefield. Even if these two thousand people stood still and let him kill them, he would still die from exhaustion.

The battlefield was in a state of chaos, and the thick smell of blood made many people with weak consciousness attack the people around them frantically. Either I live, or you die, there is no other choice.

A hellish, deathly atmosphere pressed down on the hearts of everyone on the battlefield, and the oppressive atmosphere caused everyone on the ground to breathe heavily. The soldiers of the Huns looked at the terrified and furious enemy army and felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. The hundreds of Huns who had been baptized in the battlefield for a long time began to waver in resistance. Why were these people in front of their eyes so crazy?

In fact, how could those people understand? Humanity was like a spring, it would rebound once it had been suppressed to a certain degree. When they were reckless in killing the innocent, they never thought that they would be angered one day by those silent lambs.

Dogs are anxious to jump over walls, rabbits are anxious to bite people. People would change craziness if they were anxious. Everything had its reasons, and this was retribution!

When a soldier brandished a spear, perhaps you wouldn't think much of it, but when a large group of soldiers simultaneously brandished a spear, that scene was truly spectacular. The sky was filled with radiant blade lights, and it was definitely not an exaggeration to say that it shot out in all directions. The ear-piercing sound of a weapon slicing through flesh and scraping bones deeply stimulated one's auditory nerve.

Amidst the thick and bloody atmosphere, a large number of soldiers continued to fall down. "Dingdang …" The sound of weapons clashing against each other overwhelmed the sounds of miserable groans.

Xie Fei looked at the Huns on the battlefield who were desperately fighting back, and said indifferently: "In at most ten minutes, the battle will be settled."

Qi Yu was extremely confused by Xie Fei's words, and asked: "General, what is ten minutes?"

Xie Fei suddenly understood that every minute was the number used to measure the time in the future. The ancient people used to count every single day into twelve hours, every hour into two hours, every moment into fifteen minutes, every hour into eighty five hours. Xie Fei quickly explained to Qi Yu.

At this moment, a scout camp soldier reported, "The enemy's reinforcements, over three thousand riders are rapidly rushing over!"