Chapter 1303 A thunderbolt in the middle of the night
War.
Normally, war is a matter for soldiers, and ordinary people have to walk away, or endure it silently, but sometimes when war comes, ordinary people are not taken into consideration, just like the enlightenment in the court of the Huns. Shu Zuo, when the war suddenly broke out, all that was left was to flee or...
die.
The area around the Xiongnu Royal Court was in a huge chaos, and it had not yet come to an end.
Huvrault did not have the courage to resist to the death, and naturally his soldiers did not have the will to resist to the end. They were scattered and fled in all directions. After dawn, the pursuers who came after the horse's hoof prints also followed and began to fight on the grassland. The search started. The killings spread over, like a red tide spraying blood that covered the past. The sporadic resistance of Huvroud's direct soldiers who had a sense of luck and who had no time to escape were quickly crushed without a trace.
It was a medium-sized Huns camp with about twenty tents. Roltai and his soldiers followed the horse hoof prints and arrived here. Without saying a word, they launched a siege and broke into the tents, killing them crazily.
Blood flew out, men's screams, women's screams, and children's cries merged into one. Some people tried to hide under the felt of the tent, and were immediately trampled by horses' hooves to crush their arms and heads, and blood and blood were poured out. The brains slowly seeped out on the felt. Some people grabbed other people's corpses and tried to cover their bodies, but there were still soldiers holding swords and spears, slowly walking among the corpses, stabbing each one. , and then the person who was pretending to be dead was quickly discovered. Immediately, several soldiers came over, stabbed him with a spear, and nailed the person who was pretending to be dead to the ground.
"I am the Secretary of Education under Zhengxi! Who are you? How dare you massacre people here!"
A slightly uncoordinated voice came out from the noise of the battle. Lortai was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and lightly kicked the horse's belly. The horse grunted. He snorted, as if the strong smell of blood made him feel uncomfortable, but he still obediently raised his horse's hooves and walked forward unhurriedly.
"Are you from Zhengxi?" Luo Ertai looked at the Han man in front of him, and saw that even though his body was shaking a little, he was still protecting several half-year-old children behind him. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, emphasizing that he was a little weird. Said: Luoltai was more or less a nobleman of the Huns, and Chinese was a powerful language at the moment, so he knew some of it.
"Exactly!" The teaching secretary took a deep breath and straightened his back and replied.
Luo Ertai's eyes wandered between the tutor and the children beside him. He suddenly burst into laughter, then reached out and pulled out a sword from the waist of the guard on the side, and threw it in front of the tutor.
The sword struck the ground with a "chi" sound, and the blade trembled in the air with the thick smell of blood, seeming to be afraid and also excited.
"Give General Zhengxi a face, and give you a chance..." Luo Ertai said with a half-smile, "Pick up the knife and kill all the Luan Ti clan's brats behind you, and I will spare your life." Your life..."
Several of Luan Ti's children turned pale. Although they did not fully understand what Luo Ertai and Jinghua Shuzuo said, children's innate instinct to observe the faces of adults could interpret the meaning.
After guessing five or six points, the timid one even couldn't help but cry loudly, as if this could keep the breath of death away from him.
Luo Ertai looked at the civil servant with amusement. He didn't like the Han people, and he naturally didn't like the people of General Zhengxi. Of course Luan Ti's son was going to die, and the secretary who was conquering the West would also die, but if he could die before
It can also provide some fun, so it will naturally be more interesting.
"ah--"
The teaching secretary reached out and grabbed the sword and shouted, but instead of slashing at the child beside him, he slashed at Luoltai's soldiers. However, the soldiers who were on guard immediately raised their spears and pierced his body.
He almost lifted him up. He held the sword in his hand and looked at Luoltai. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he was still shouting "Ah--", but then the scream disappeared quickly.
Roltai was riding on his horse, looking at the corpse, and said: "It's a bloody one. Let's keep the whole body and hang it outside." Then he turned to look at the camp and said, "Kill them all!
Leave no one behind!”
Luan Ti, haha, even if Hu Chuquan becomes a Chanyu, without the closest Luan Ti, he will still be an empty Chanyu?
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Along the way, more and more Huns were fleeing. After seeing Huvroud's flag, some of them were sad or silent, and they gathered together. Unknowingly, there were hundreds of them.
From the mouths of these fugitive Huns, we learned that the current royal court was still pursuing them, especially those tribes that were closer to Humphrey, and of course, the Han people.
When Yuvrault brought the news, Fei Qian had already made a lot of predictions and deductions. He even predicted that Yuvrault would set up an ambush and lead troops to attack, etc. However, he never expected that Yuvrault would be so powerless.
, it was so ruined in the blink of an eye, which was really beyond Fei Qian's expectation.
Of course, Fei Qian's dispatch of troops was not just based on Yu Fuluo's words. The scouts under Gong Jun also brought back similar news.
Yuvluo's direct soldiers could not even hold on until midnight. Under attacks from both front and rear, they were defeated like a mountain. Immediately, Hu Chuquan and the Great Elder took control of the entire royal court gathering place and attacked the tribal leaders who came later.
Although the entire Xiongnu royal court was still a little chaotic, it seemed to be gradually calming down...
The Hun royal court that Yuvluo had been running for at least three or four years seemed to have surrendered to Huchuquan overnight?
The thinking model of the Huns seems a bit difficult to understand...
Well, having said that, the Chinese people are actually pretty much the same. The boss shouldn’t laugh at the second.
Unexpected things abound in history, surpassing all reason and strategy, and leaving everyone involved dumbfounded. In comparison, things like Humphrey's seem to be only extremely trivial.
For example, the frontier troops of the Ming Dynasty were so weak when fighting the Eight Banners, and then they turned into the Green Camp. They didn't have any psychological obstacles and immediately became stronger? There were also many bald and strong troops in the later period.
Surrender, being incorporated and transformed seems to be a matter of course...
Feiqian looked back at Humphrey on horseback. Humphrey seemed to have noticed Feiqian's gaze, and he raised his head and quickly gave a slightly flattering smile.
Well……
Fei Qian nodded silently, then turned back and didn't want to look at Humphrey anymore.
Just like the ancient proverbs, whether it is a majestic pass or a fortified city, in the end, most of them will not be attacked from the outside.
Hu Fuluo ended up in such a situation, and his personal ability and strategy must be lacking, but such a talent is suitable to exist as a vassal of China, and an ambitious person like Hu Chuquan will inevitably bring about only war.
As we walked further, we could occasionally smell the burning smell. This smell was a burnt smell mixed with blood, which irritated the nasal cavity and made people feel a little irritable.
The scouts who came forward kept reporting back. Some Xiongnu camps had been found damaged. Some of them could still see the black smoke produced by burning, but most of them had been burned to embers. Burnt and unburnt corpses were scattered everywhere. Lying on the ground, the Huns unleashed brutality, not even sparing their own people.
There are no survivors.
Gong Jun came to Fei Qian with a scowl on his face, raised his hands and said, "General! Our people are found in front..."
"What? Where?" Fei Qian asked repeatedly, but looking at Gong Jun's face, the little hope that had risen at first gradually dissipated.
On a long wooden stake, the body of a Han man was tied.
No one knows him, and no one knows what his name is. They probably just know that he was the teaching secretary who was sent to Yinshan Mountain. His slightly rough skin and messy hair are actually similar to those of ordinary Hu people, but Only the clothes on the right side of the body, the torn and blood-stained robe, still seemed to express a kind of perseverance of the Han people.
"General!" Gong Jun said standing aside, "Judging from the dried blood on the body, this person died almost four hours ago... no more than six hours at most!"
Fei Qian nodded and said, "Can you see where all the people and horses have gone?"
Gong Jun pointed his hand and said: "It came from this direction and then went back. The marks of the horse's hoofs are folded over each other, which is very obvious!"
"Leave two people to restrain! Make a mark! Take them back when we return to the army!" Fei Qian said in a deep voice, then turned to look at Zhao Yun, "Zilong! Lead the front army of five hundred and pursue along the tracks. ! Be careful of ambush! If you encounter enemy troops, fight if you can. If you can't, report back as soon as possible!"
Zhao Yun proudly accepted the order, roared with murderous intent, fired up his five hundred fine cavalry, and rode away...
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As night fell, the Luoltai tribe, who had been running around for a day, also needed to settle down and repair themselves, so they found a grassy slope slightly leeward, settled down, raised a bonfire, roasted the captured beef and mutton, and smiled. In the midst of the commotion, there were people holding cowhide bags and filling them with kumiss.
Killing people, robbing things, then eating, drinking and sleeping, and then carrying out the next round of killing and robbing. The people of Luoltai seemed to feel that they had regained the glory and bravery of their ancestors. They were in high spirits, and they were noisy for a long time before they seemed to have exhausted all their energy. As if they had lost their energy, they huddled around the campfire, sleeping deeply on each other's backs.
In a wilderness, the only sounds that could be heard were the crackling and popping of dead branches in the campfire. In the temporary camp, except for the leaders, most of the Huns slept in the field and kept their horses in a circle nailed with a few wooden stakes. Then he lit some bonfires in the leeward place, spread out a roll of felt, and that was it.
The men and horses patrolling the night watch were also tired and looked for a shelter from the wind to laze. Anyway, Hu Fuluo had all run away. In this area of resistance, they were only left to chase and kill others. No one dared to come up to provoke them, so they were all lazy. After a lot of work, I waited until dawn to finish my errand.
Some small sounds were mixed in the night wind. These sounds woke up some elderly Hu people who had light sleep. They rubbed their eyes and subconsciously looked around, only to find that except for the gradually darkening bonfire, it seemed that There was no other movement, so he added a few dry firewood to the bonfire, rubbed his cold body, and curled up next to the bonfire to sleep again...
The faint sound continued, and then seemed to stop, and there was silence all around.
A Hu man stood up from the bonfire crookedly. Perhaps he drank too much kumiss and got up to urinate. The Hu man folded his leather robe with his hands and walked out. He seemed to have stepped on someone's hand accidentally. Or on the leg, eliciting a low curse.
The barbarian lifted up his leather robe and spread his legs with a grin on his face. Just as he was feeling the relaxation and comfort, he vaguely saw something like sparks spraying out in front of him, and subconsciously stretched his urine forward. , with a scoff, something seemed to be extinguished...
"boom!"
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the other side, and then two consecutive noises from another place!
"Boom boom!"
It was like a few thunderbolts from the night sky hitting the ground. The foreigner was so frightened that he could not stand firmly. He fell into the urine bubble of his own urine. Before he could struggle to get up in the dizziness, I felt a chill on my neck, and then all the strength in my body was released along with the blood. I could faintly hear someone yelling and scolding in a low voice: "Damn it, why don't you pee? Damn you guy..."
The sudden thunderbolt in the night sky also woke up the people of Luoltai. No one could tell how the sound was produced or how to describe it. They just knew that the explosion was Just like the wrath of the Immortal Heaven, with supreme majesty and oppression, it is revealed in the sky and here!
The fire then rose up, illuminating the surrounding area with brightness!
The half-asleep Huns in the surrounding fields were awakened. They leaned against each other in fear and stared blankly at everything in front of them. Their minds went blank. Before they could fully react to what was going on, they saw a black shadow in the distance. The familiar and frightening trembling feeling came from the earth, and soldiers and horses appeared out of nowhere and came out of the darkness!
These rushing men and horses rushed over fiercely, and when the Huns were still in a state of being trapped, they slashed them with their swords! The torches in their hands were thrown everywhere, and the bonfires were scattered.
It also ignited many felt blankets, and many Huns were covered in flames, screaming and rolling around. Bloody light kept bursting out everywhere, and the impact of the war horses trampled the overwhelmed Huns directly.
On the ground, amid the sounds of cracking bones and screams, it was unknown how many Huns had lost their lives.
The madness spread quickly, and the Roltai people, who were originally a little unorganized, began to cry and struggle, scurrying around like headless flies.
In the midst of the chaos, the powerful men and horses that rushed towards them from three directions converged towards Luo Ertai's tent. There were fires, lights and shadows everywhere, shouts and screams pierced the night sky, all of which reflected these men and horses.
Like a fierce god coming out of hell!
The first man rode his horse forward, brandishing a spear, and red cherry blossoms bloomed from time to time. The firelight shone on him, as if he was covered in blood!
