Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

However, the plan is not as fast as the change, his eyes are full of disbelief, his mouth is open, but he can't make a sound of amazement. From his body, the only place where the sound comes out is only his chest, where blood is rushing, and the sound is coming out. "Zizi" blood spurting sound!

All the war horses were constantly trampling the ground, and the poor Roman general was trampled into flesh by the horses as soon as his upper body fell to the ground!

Zhao Yu didn't rush to chase, he took stock of the battlefield, because it was hard to tell the difference because it was all minced meat, so he could only make statistics through weapons and equipment, the soldier reported after a while and said: "|| The Romans had more than four thousand helmets!"

"Report to the commander, our army killed 912 people!"

"The loss of one to four is okay!" Zhao Yu thought silently in his heart. He deliberately compared the ratio of casualties in all wars with the Xiongnu, Donghu, etc. The loss is not very big, but don't forget that it is not only yourself that is growing, the soldiers of the entire Qin Empire are all growing. If this wave of people now go back to fight the Huns, it must be very simple.

Zhao Yu also pressed his right hand on the handle of his Damascus steel knife. The weight of the knife was doubled. The Roman master felt that his body became lighter!

"In other words, when our army has been equipped with steel in batches and adopted the corresponding formation, does it also take 10,000 people to kill 40,000 people in Rome?" Zhao Yu frowned, "The Romans really are The strongest opponent!",

When the commander died, the Romans fell into the embarrassing situation of a group of dragons without a leader, and the Qin army's morale was high. When he died, he cut off the head of another Roman.

"How much did we lose in battle?" Zhao Yu was more concerned about his 10,000 horses. Although not many died when he looked sideways, there were not many soldiers of the Qin state who had won the prize.

At first only one or two turned and fled, but when the timidity began to spread, all the rest began to flee the field!

The Roman soldiers fought their backs to let the Qin people slash a few times and did not want to fight these murderous oriental people anymore, they fled frantically in the direction of Ansidalia!

The Romans used their strong will and bravery to devour such a large area of ​​the Persian land, but they were afraid when facing the Qin people led by Zhao Yu!

The nearby Roman Empire soldiers all saw the tragic situation that happened to their commander. His legs were still on the horse, but his upper body had fallen to the ground. The war was disturbing, and so was the horse.

"kill.!

The screams of killing resounded in the sky, and the Qin people were even more angry. The dead Qin people around them could not escape the fate of being trampled by the hooves of war horses. The border between Persia and the Roman Empire was all hard gravel, without any mud, broken flesh and blood. The surrounding area is red for thousands of meters.

"Pfft!

Zhao Yu's face was only a few inches away from the Roman general who had been split in half. Seeing the expression of the devil, the pain of the wound was conveyed to the Romans' brain, "Ah! It hurts!" He shouted, but See Zhao Yu turning the original one-handed knife into two hands.