One side had been resting for a long time, while the other side had exhausted its physical strength and was physically and mentally exhausted in the rainy and snowy night, and an unequal battle broke out.
The War God Guards' butcher knife is merciless.
The Maurya soldiers, frozen in the ice and snow, were slow in movement and exhausted in willpower, becoming lambs to be slaughtered.
Time and again, the Maurya soldiers who survived the rainy and snowy nights were butchered by the War God Guards. Their shrill screams, carrying the chill of the rain and snow, became the dominant melody in the valley.
The river valley, which was covered in white by last night's rain and snow, quickly turned red.
Hundreds of thousands of War God Guards rushed forward like ice-cold killing machines, without hesitation.
Tia had a very long dream in which he was lying in the rain on the dark snow and could not move.
He felt like he was about to die, and unconsciously mobilized the power of will in his body to protect himself.
Time was unbearable, and it felt like a hundred years had passed in the dream.
Suddenly, he heard a sound in the darkness, like someone screaming. Realizing that he was dreaming, Tia woke up from the darkness.
He opened his eyes, saw the light, and was overjoyed.
The scenes of last night flashed by him. He touched his teammate next to him and found that his teammate's body had already stiffened. In the private message, it was his teammate who sent him the news of the land of chaos, but the screams in the dream seemed to still be there.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw the most horrifying scene.
A bloody long knife fell towards his face.
Waking up from a dark dream, he didn't have time to be happy before he was back in darkness again. Then a prompt sound appeared in his ears, and he appeared in an unfamiliar and chaotic place.
The screams woke up the Maurya Dynasty soldiers who survived the rainy night. After experiencing a night of rain and snow, countless of them survived the disaster, but before they could be happy, all they saw was the red, cold butcher's knife.
Terror is spreading.
Huang Zhong and Ma Chao led the troops and charged in the front. Wherever they passed, they would give the Maurya Dynasty soldiers a finishing blow. If they did not give the finishing blow, the soldiers following behind would give the finishing blow.
Those who pretend to be dead still have a chance to survive here.
Although Huang Zhong was old, he was no slower than Ma Chao in the mountains. He carried a bow and arrow on his back and held a long sword in his hand, showing no mercy.
This was his first large-scale expedition since being recruited by the emperor. This time, he had to make military achievements to repay the emperor for saving his son.
The pace of killing accelerated, and the screams woke up the Maurya soldiers in the distance.
Most of the soldiers who survived the rainy and snowy night had exhausted their willpower and physical strength. Some were even frozen and their legs were out of control. They could only watch in fear as the butcher's knife fell on them.
A large army of 10 million people.
A big fire and a night of rain and snow killed nearly half of the people, including those who died of burns or freezing. The survivors faced the butcher knife of the God of War Guards and were in a state of panic.
The soldiers of the Maurya Empire who were able to move had already dropped their weapons, cried for their parents, and fled madly to the rear. At this time, they hated their parents for not giving them more legs.
Panic spread as the deserters fled.
If you are slow to escape, you will become the dead soul under the sword of the God of War.
Jit Tata stormed out of the tent, looking at the panicked players and soldiers fleeing the camp with an angry expression.
Yesterday, two-thirds of the camp was burned, and he retreated to the rear tent to spend the night. He had an uncomfortable sleep all night, which made him unhappy. Now he was woken up early in the morning by a deserter.
"What happened ahead?" Jit Tata grabbed one of his men and asked angrily.
"The Daxia Legion is coming to attack us." The subordinate said in panic.
"What's so scary about the Daxia Legion? It's just right that they're charging towards us. Send a signal and charge back." Jiate Tata drew out the long sword in his hand and said angrily.
"Send the signal, send the assembly call!"
His subordinates ordered people to beat the war drums, but the sound of the drums did not stop the fleeing soldiers in front.
The soldiers who escaped from the front ignored the war drum signals and now just wanted to leave this hell.
"Stop, fight back."
Jit Tata pointed at the tens of thousands of soldiers who had gathered together and rushed forward.
When they rushed out of the tent and saw the War God Guards covered in blood, their expressions changed drastically.
In an instant, the team was buried and screams were heard one after another.
Ten thousand soldiers were killed by Huang Zhong and Ma Chao in less than a quarter of an hour.
Faced with the massacre, panic spread again.
"how so?"
Jit Tata looked at the soldiers being slaughtered in front of him with an expression of disbelief.
These Daxia soldiers were so terrifying, like blood. Just looking at them made him terrified.
Suddenly, he reacted, shuddered, and turned and ran without hesitation.
There was no commander left in the entire camp.
run!
This is the common idea of all South Indian players.
Huang Zhong glanced at Jiate Tata, who was wearing golden armor. He was particularly conspicuous in the crowd and was obviously a big fish.
Want to run?
Huang Zhong took the bow and arrow from his back, aimed at Jiate Tata, poured his spiritual power into the arrow, and shot it instantly.
Puff!
In the crowd, long arrows pierced through the bodies of two Maurya soldiers and stabbed into the back of Jat Tata.
As if killing a small pawn, Huang Zhong put away his bow and arrow and swung the long sword in his hand again.
"Follow me and kill."
…
The fighting did not subside until noon.
In the valley, Maurya soldiers who were burned to death, frozen to death, or killed were piled up in all directions.
Looking from a high place, there are corpses everywhere, which is no exaggeration to compare to hell.
The work of clearing the battlefield lasted until the evening. In the valley battle, about six million Maurya soldiers were burned to death, frozen to death, or killed.
A terrifying number.
There are countless weapons, war horses, magic weapons and other items in the hands of Maurya Dynasty players.
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