The blade of the horse-killing sword passed by the Hun warrior's throat. The Hun warrior's head rose into the sky, and the blood from the broken neck spurted out like a fountain!

The two horses passed by each other, and the body of the Hun warrior fell backwards and fell off the horse!

Zhang Langle turned his horse's head and faced a group of Xiongnu warriors, his eyes as sharp as knives.

The Huns warriors were horrified to the extreme when they saw their number one warrior being killed by the opponent's sword.

Seeing Zhang Lang's razor-like eyes sweeping over him, he couldn't think of any resistance at all. Only fear filled his chest! Everyone was retreating involuntarily!

I don’t know who knelt down first to beg for mercy. All the Hun warriors knelt down and begged for their lives. At this moment, the Hun warriors were like lambs facing a tiger!

At this time, the armies under Zhang Lang swept across the entire battlefield. The Huns who had no time to mount their horses were either killed or knelt down to beg for mercy. Only a few hundred were lucky enough to mount their horses and escape in embarrassment.

This was the end of a short battle. Except for a few hundred defeated soldiers who escaped, more than 5,000 Huns were either killed or captured. They were almost completely wiped out.

Such a result is undoubtedly very amazing, and it is also very rare in recent years.

But that’s not to say that Zhang Langjun’s combat power can already crush these Huns! It’s really because these Huns were unprepared and were caught off guard by Zhang Langjun.

When the Huns were attacked, they almost didn't have time to mount their horses, so it was understandable that they would end up in such a disastrous defeat.

If it were a head-on confrontation, although Zhang Lang had a slight advantage with eight thousand men on his side, facing the Hun cavalry who were good at riding and shooting like the wind, it was hard to say who would win and who would lose!

More than two thousand Huns were led by the Han army and knelt on the ground waiting to be dealt with.

However, these Huns had calmed down after the fear and panic of the war.

They were not very afraid, because they knew that the Han Dynasty had so-called benevolence and righteousness, and would definitely not kill them. They might even return all their war horses to them to demonstrate the benevolence and righteousness of the Han people.

Some people had already raised their heads to look at the army that had defeated them. They were curious about where this terrible army came from, because the Han army that had fought with them before was far from such power, and they were not afraid.

Zhang He rode his horse to Zhang Lang, clasped his fists and said: "Brother, there are more than 5,500 enemy troops. Except for the few hundred who escaped, they are all here. They have also captured more than 3,000 fine Xiongnu horses."

War horse.

In addition, we have taken back the property and more than a hundred girls plundered by the Huns, and it is up to my eldest brother to decide how to deal with them."

Zhang Lang looked at the girls gathered together not far away and couldn't help but sigh,

He said to Zhang He: "Send a team of soldiers to take these girls, horses, and all the recaptured property to the county town of Xuans, and wait until the battle is over before dealing with it."

Zhang He clasped his fists in agreement and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Lang suddenly shouted.

Zhang He turned around and clasped his fists and asked, "Brother, what else do you have to say?"

Zhang Lang thought: "Leave these girls to Yueying and let her take care of them."

Zhang He said happily: "Brother is wise! Miss Yueying is a woman, and Haoyue Pavilion is a women's organization. It is more appropriate to hand these girls over to Miss Yueying to take care of! I resign!" Then he turned his horse and ran down.

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Zhang Lang glanced at the girls again, turned his horse and walked towards the Huns prisoners. His expression, which was calm just now, suddenly became fierce and terrifying.

Arriving at Zhang Liao's side, Zhang Liao cupped his fists and said to Zhang Lang: "General, we have captured more than 2,500 people in total. The general has already interrogated them just now. They belong to the Black Wolf's army..."

"Black Wolf?" Zhang Lang asked with a frown.

Zhang Liao explained: "Heilang is what the Huns call the Zuo Dadu Lieutenant. He can be regarded as a prince among the Huns. It is this Heilang's tribe who raided the Shangdang area this time..."

Zhang Lang nodded and asked, "This army shouldn't be the main force of Black Wolf, right?"

Zhang Liao shook his head and said: "No.

There are a total of 20,000 cavalry in Hei Lang's command. According to the prisoners' accounts, the main force led by Hei Lang is stationed on Sheep's Head Mountain dozens of miles north of here. At this moment, he is probably proudly counting the plunder gains in the past few days!

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Then he clasped his fists towards Zhang Lang and said: "General, although the enemy troops are outnumbered, the general believes that our fighter planes are still there and we should continue to attack!" Zhang Liao looked firm and fearless.

Zhang Lang couldn't help but patted his shoulder and praised: "Wenyuan really did not disappoint me! He is really more brave and fearless than the characters in the game!"

Zhang Liao was stunned and said blankly: "The characters in the game? The general is stupid at the end. What does the general mean by this? Is this 'game' a sect hidden in the world? Is there a lot of strong people in it?"

Zhang Lang didn't know how to answer Zhang Liao's question. He quickly looked around and said, "Well, what do Wen Yuan think we should do with these prisoners?"

Zhang Liao thought for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "The general thinks it's time to send a group of soldiers to escort them back to the capital, so that they can be seen by the emperor, ministers and people in the world, so as to reassure everyone."

Zhang Lang thought for a moment, slowly shook his head, frowned and said: "Escorted back to Beijing? That would be too easy for them!"

Zhang Liao was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Zhang Lang glanced at the Hun prisoners who were not very afraid in front of him, his eyes were colder than ice and snow, and said: "With so many men, women, and children dead, someone must be buried with them!"

Zhang Liao was startled, and then nodded. Thinking of the tragic scenes of those people, the hatred in his heart was no less than that of Zhang Lang.

But considering Zhang Lang's future, he couldn't help but admonish: "General, if we slaughter these prisoners, I'm afraid it will damage the general's reputation.

Since the founding of our country, our country has advocated benevolence, justice, loyalty and filial piety. If the general slaughters these prisoners, I am afraid that all scholars in the world will blame the general! What is even more worrying, someone in the court will take the opportunity to add insult to injury, and I am afraid that the general will suffer an unreasonable disaster!"

Zhang Lang sneered and said: "What nonsense benevolence and righteousness! I only know that blood debt must be paid with blood, but I feel that these two thousand people are not enough! If I don't kill these bastards today, I will never feel at ease in my life!"

As for those people who are benevolent and moral, let them jump if they want."

He looked at Zhang Liao and said categorically: "Give the order now and behead everyone!" The cold and stern voice was like a cold wind, and even Zhang Liao, as brave as Zhang Liao, couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Zhang Liao looked at Zhang Lang with awe and solemnly clasped his fists in agreement.

The Huns who were kneeling on the ground saw many Han soldiers rushing towards them with cold expressions, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in their hearts. Some people shouted in fear: "You, what are you going to do?"
Chapter completed!