Chapter 146: The Decisive Battle That Changes the Pattern of the World

"With your meager strength, we will merge into a sea of ​​stars and protect the common people of China!"

Yuan Tan's voice resounded on the ancient battlefield.

Erlang from Middle Earth uttered a desperate roar.

A "Han" blood flag fluttered in the wind, gathering everyone's hearts.

All the descendants of Middle Earth spontaneously gathered under this blood-stained banner.

This moment, this moment, this flag will forever be the nightmare of the Huns.

When the Huns woke up from their dreams, this flag would appear in their memory again and again.

outside the battlefield.

Yuan Shao's complexion was very bad,

Although it was in a safe place behind, the sound of killing from a distance still made people uneasy.

Accompanying Yuan Shao here are counselors of the Yuan family and two sons.

Their complexions are also not very good.

Especially Tian Feng, who judged and assigned these people.

Although the Youzhou Army was defeated, don't forget that there are still more than 10,000 Huns.

With Lu Bu's joining, the strength of our side is only five or six thousand people, and the physical strength must have dropped severely during the battle with the Youzhou Army.

How to face more than 10,000 Huns cavalry?

Moreover, this is not an ordinary battle. On the contrary, the victory or defeat of this battle is too important, not only related to the survival of the Yuan family, but also related to the safety of millions of people in the Northland.

At this time, a messenger came galloping on horseback.

"How's the situation on the battlefield?" Yuan Shao was obviously very concerned, but got up and walked over to ask first.

The messenger got off his horse and said, "My lord, the Huns have rebelled against the Youzhou army, and are now madly attacking all the middle-earth troops."

"What!" Yuan Shao suddenly turned pale. In just a moment, he was able to understand the purpose of the Huns' rebellion.

The Northland is about to fall into the hands of the Huns.

As a prince of one place, he naturally does not want to be wiped out. And as a descendant of Middle Earth, I don't want to see the ancient land ruled by foreign races.

He panicked.

"How did the eldest son deal with it?" Tian Feng was in a daze. The target of the Huns is everyone, and the Youzhou Army, Shence Army, and Bingzhou Wolf Riders are still fighting each other, and the final result is self-evident.

"Eldest son... he, he..."

"What happened to him!" Yuan Shao scolded anxiously.

"The eldest son used his blood to write a military flag with the character 'Han', and all the Chinese troops gathered under this flag."

this!

A picture emerged in Yuan Shao's mind. Under the bright red banner of Chinese characters, countless Chinese children are united together...

"Young master, you are truly an outstanding person of our clan!" Tian Feng's eyes brightened.

No emotion.

"Report..., my lord! Our army has won a complete victory, and the Huns have fled!"

There was a distant cry, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes.

With the defeat of the Huns, the entire northern land was preserved.

"My son..." Yuan Shao couldn't help crying. And feel regretful and ashamed of what he did to Yuan Tan before, he hid him in the snow, but he still lights up the whole sky.

He is my son.

The son of my Yuan family.

Son of this world!

Tian Feng and the others all had moist eyes.

Guo Jia is also here, he looks up at the blue sky, the twists and turns of this battle, the heart-stirring story, the meaning contained in it is definitely above the killing of the national traitor Dong Zhuo.

All the people in this world are about to sing praises for one person.

It was the trial match, Feng Ji, Yuan Shang, Yuan Xi, Yuan Tan's opponents, at this moment there was only deep awe left.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

Hu Chuquan's hand holding the grassland golden knife was shaking, this time, it was not because of excitement, this time, it was because of the deep fear in his heart.

In his eyes, a flag was reflected. The red Chinese character on the flag hurt his heart.

He wasn't surprised when the banner first appeared, it was just the dying struggle of the Middle-earths.

However, when the warriors of Middle-earth gathered under this banner, he found that he was very wrong.

This is not a dying struggle,

But the horn of invincibility.

The warriors under this banner burst out with power that the Huns have never seen before.

When the most powerful heroes under this banner appeared one by one, the Huns were defeated.

Lu Bu, Zhang Liao, Dian Wei, Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Zhang He, these heroes of the Middle Earth, lead the way of victory for the warriors of the Middle Earth.

Hu Chuquan felt extremely painful in his heart at this moment. At the moment when his great dream was about to come true, this banner ruthlessly destroyed everything about the Huns.

It was not only his heart that was broken, but also the strength accumulated by the Huns for three hundred years.

Three hundred years of vicissitudes, the Huns endured the solitary smoke of the desert, and silently accumulated strength from generation to generation in the desolate wilderness.

For more than ten years, the iron hooves of the Huns have gradually become a nightmare on the grassland. Even the emperor of the Han Dynasty had to send his daughter to win them over.

In this way, at the last moment of success, it was destroyed.

Hu Chuquan buried his face under the thick horse mane, crying bitterly. It's not that he is not strong, but that he has become a sinner through the ages.

Tens of thousands of Huns fell forever on this land. On the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field, lonely horses guarded their former masters, screaming.

He suddenly pulled out the golden knife, the golden brilliance seemed to be mocking him as the most humiliating Hun king in history.

Row to his neck.

Hu Chuquan returned to the grassland without a face, faced his tribe without words, and died.

His death represented a disastrous decline in the power of the Huns.

Tens of thousands of the most elite fighters of the Huns died at the hands of Yuan Tan, and the Huns also changed from being the overlord of the grasslands to a declining small and medium power.

This battle not only changed the pattern of the Northland, but also changed the pattern of the prairie for three hundred years.

This battle is destined to become the indelible battle song of Zhong Tuerlang in this era.

...

After half an hour.

The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield has not dissipated, and the fire arrows and flints are still emitting embers.

A Hun cavalry galloped alone in the wilderness.

This person is Gongsun Zan.

After a narrow escape, he finally crossed the line of the Huns and ran far away.

But the cheers from the battlefield still made him shudder.

Never thought that the final decisive battle would be such a turning point.

"Mr Lu Bu..." Gongsun Zan gritted his teeth.

The war horse has been galloping for a long time and is already very tired.

He had to stop to catch his breath.

Although he was left alone, Gongsun Zan was not disheartened at the moment.

Maybe it was the fire of vengeance after the hysteria that supported him, making him extremely crazy after the pain.

Still determined to go back and regroup. The Huns, the Yuan family, have to pay the price for this.

Gongsun Zan took off the helmet of the Huns, threw it on the ground, and then replaced it with his own helmet.

No matter what happened before, for him now, being alive is the greatest victory.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and a ride came from a distance.

Gongsun Zan's eyes widened, "Yuan Tan..."