"It's over! It's over! The Demon God! The Demon God is coming... We are defeated, we are defeated..." The panicked screams swept across the grassland in this originally peaceful morning.
The remnants of Luoltai's defeated army were running away in confusion, like a little girl who had been insulted. They pulled on the horse's reins in a panic and could only mutter words that even they could not fully understand.
The corrupted people fled. Only half of these people still had this serious weapon in their hands, and the rest were either empty-handed, or had half a piece of firewood or a hammer or other sundries pulled from nowhere. As for the command,
Restraint is out of the question, even if there are some small bosses among them, now even the small bosses can't control their emotions, let alone ask others to calm down?
With the limited knowledge of these Huns, they were unable to understand what happened last night, so they could only blame it on God and blame it on ghosts and gods. Only in this way could they not damage their original pitiful nature.
Self-esteem, after all, is naturally defeated by God or ghosts and gods.
The Xiongnu soldiers, like many nomadic peoples in history, may have been herding cattle and sheep since they were young. In fact, they are better at Xiehuo. Just like herding, once the trend rises and Xiehuo brings an overwhelming crowd of people,
Even if there are old, weak, women and children among them, when they come from all over the mountains and plains, they will often make the soldiers who defend the city and land of the farming nation despair. As for their own military bravery, although they are there, they are not so strong that the farming nation cannot
In comparison, most of the time they still spread lies and eventually lost the courage to fight, just like the Huns today.
"Demon? What demon? The roar of Changshengtian? What does it mean?"
Hu Chuquan's eyes widened in confusion, completely confused.
The Huns who had returned from the escape fell to the ground, exhausted, looking like soap that had been picked up a hundred times in the bathhouse. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes were ragged, and their eyes were filled with despair.
"Where is my son? Where is my son! Tell me!"
Different from Hu Chuquan’s focus, the Great Elder dragged and pinched the neck of a Huns who had returned from fleeing and asked, like shaking a dead dog that was about to die at any time, or even if it hadn’t died.
, being pinched so hard by the great elder, he was actually not far away from dying.
The Huns who were being choked couldn't answer at all and just ran away. Who would keep an eye on Lortai's whereabouts?
The great elder became more and more angry, and unconsciously used more force on his hands. He did not let go even though the Huns scratched his arms with bloody marks, until he saw that the unfortunate Huns' face was gradually turning purple, and his hands and feet were turning purple.
After hanging down softly, he seemed to react, and then he let go of his hand. Then he gasped for air, kicked the body away, and turned to Huchuquan with eyes like a hungry wolf.
"Send troops, blow the trumpet! Send troops immediately!" the elder roared, waving his arms at Huchuquan, "What demon? What immortality? My son is still in front, we must send troops to save him!" I am used to seeing life and death.
, the great elder who had killed countless people in his life, when he learned that his child was in danger, his eyes turned red, like a ferocious beast.
Hu Chuquan looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then spoke with the most standard official emphasis: "The situation is unclear now, we still need to act cautiously? Great Elder, please relax, what kind of person your son is, he must be blessed with great fortune, maybe now
We are on our way back. The royal court is making a decision right now, and we should focus on stability. How about sending some more people to investigate and then make a decision?"
The old man in charge laughed angrily: "The situation is still unclear? Look at the situation in front of you. What else do you need to inquire about? Are you blind? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? There are no demons in this world.
, there is no god! Even if there is, if you dare to harm my child, even if the devil himself comes, I will still go forward to kill him! I'm afraid you don't have the courage!"
"Huh!" Hu Chuquan's expression turned extremely ugly, and he also lost the interest of this crazy old guy in talking. If it weren't for the fact that his own troops had not yet arrived, most of the soldiers here were the Great Elder's soldiers.
, Hu Chuquan had jumped up in anger a long time ago, but now he could only snort with a straight face, turned around and wanted to walk away, "When it's time to send troops, I will send troops. Whether you have the courage or not, it doesn't matter.
You decide!"
After saying this, he called Subdier and walked back.
Because Subdeljin rescued Huchuquan immediately, he naturally gained Huchuquan's trust. Huchuquan not only cried bitterly and reflected on his failure to treat Subdeljin well for so many years, but also
He even appointed Subdierjin as General Zuo, as the leader of his personal bodyguard.
After all, everyone in the family is near Gaonu, so even if an order is sent there, it will still take a certain amount of time to get here.
Subdier responded with a quick response, then glanced at the great elder, hesitated for a moment, then turned around silently and followed Hu Chuquan.
Hu Chuquan originally wanted to deal with it coldly and at least let the Great Elder calm down before talking, but he did not expect that after the Great Elder and several confidants around the Great Elder heard that Hu Chuquan was unwilling to care about Luo Ertai's life and death, they were all great.
Angry, because they felt that Huchuquan would not have been able to become the Shanyu without the help of the great elder, and what Huchuquan was doing now, it was obvious that some people just climbed into bed and threw the matchmaker away.
The smell of passing through the wall.
The great elder was stunned for a moment, and then said in a cold tone: "How dare you not send troops? Humph, I knew that the Luan Ti clan were courageous beasts! Come on, arrest this courageless Luan Ti clan!
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"Bold!" Hu Chuquan spread his arms and shouted loudly, "I am a Chanyu! I am a Chanyu granted by the Immortal Heaven! Who, who dares to touch me!"
The Great Elder laughed, but the laughter was even colder and full of threats: "Do you really think you are a Chanyu? If it weren't for stabilizing people's hearts, who would let you be a Chanyu?
?In my opinion, there is someone who is much more suitable than you! At least he won’t be as timid and incompetent as you!”
"What?! Who?" Huchuquan was furious, turned around and stared at the great elder and shouted, "Who is it? This Chanyu is mine! Mine! Who else is more suitable than me?! Who else?"
Before he finished speaking, Hu Chuquan heard someone behind him sneer, and then he was kicked on the back. He couldn't stand and fell to the ground. When he tried to struggle again, he was kicked by Xu Bu.
Deljin stepped on his back. When he escaped from the trap, the injured area was not completely scabbed, but it suddenly burst open and dripped with blood, causing Huchuquan a burst of heartbreaking pain. He screamed and couldn't get up.
"Waste!" Subdierjin didn't even look at Huchuquan with his eyes. Instead, he stepped on Huchuquan while staring at the great elder and said, "You only think of me now? I'm tired of hard work."
If you do it, then there will be no benefits at all?"
"Get the knife!"
The Great Elder was also a decisive person in killing. He immediately gritted his teeth and ordered, took the knife, and walked up to Subdeljin without saying a word. The distance between the two was less than one meter, and the bright blade shone with a cold light.
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Subdeljin narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the great elder's every move.
The muscles on the elder's cheek jumped a few times, pulling at the wrinkled and loose skin that was also shaking in the wind. He immediately raised his sword and slashed it on the neck of Huchuquan who was stepped on by Subdeljin.
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Blood is flying!
Subdier's eyes widened and he took a small step back.
Probably because of his old age, or because Huchuquan's neck bones were too hard, or because he didn't cut at the joints, the elder slashed with the knife, only cutting in a small part, but failed to kill him immediately. Huchuquan yelled,
I don’t know where the strength came from, but I jumped on the ground like a dehydrated fish!
"Come here! Kill him!" The great elder pointed at Huchuquan with his bloody sword. Then he did not look at the besieged Huchuquan, but stared at Subdeljin, turned the sword, and pulled it on his cheek.
He made a bloody gash and said, "I swear to the Immortal God! Save my son! You are Shanyu!"
Ignoring the two elders and Subdierjin for the time being, they thought that Changshengtian was not responsible for one moment, and then used Changshengtian as a witness. They only said that on a small hill far away from the royal court of the Huns, a group of sturdy men and horses,
Under repair.
The first cavalry commander immediately shot across the grassy hills, his dark red cloak behind him fluttering in the wind. He was tall, with long hands and feet, and a square face with a serious smile. It was Zhao Yun.
The Zhengxi cavalry who had been fighting all night were happily repairing under the grass slope. They seemed to be talking and laughing about the situation last night. Everyone seemed to be very relaxed and did not feel much pressure. It was like coming to the king.
Family travel is average.
Zhao Yun slowly turned his eyes and checked the situation around him. The long spear Hongying in his hand seemed to be full of blood. It was hanging lazily on the head of the gun, as if he was resting, waiting for the next feast.
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One man carries five barbarians.
In addition to the advantages in various technologies such as ironware, this spiritual spirit hidden in the hearts of the Han people was initially established after Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty went on a military rampage, and then under the continuous promotion of Emperors Zhao and Xuan of the Han Dynasty
, after completely defeating the Xiongnu who had threatened China for nearly a hundred years, the Chinese people's psychological advantage over the surrounding nomads was fully established, until the Five Husbands invaded China...
Zhao Yun, like his soldiers who conquered the west, was more or less expecting last night's victory, and it did not bring much excitement to Zhao Yun. What surprised and thought deeply about Zhao Yun was the few shocking sounds at night.
of explosion.
Although this was not the first time Zhao Yun had seen gunpowder, Zhao Yun could detect that it was making progress little by little from the settings and use of Gong Jun and others. The almost similar explosion times showed that under Gong Jun and others,
There are still unknown tools for communicating with each other, as well as ways to determine the length of time.
And these things, on the battlefield, can have more changes, bring more ways of use, and even...
It is possible to change the direction of the entire battlefield!
Without last night's gunpowder, Zhao Yun's raid would have been generally successful, but it would never have been so easy. Under the disturbance of the huge noise, the front of the Xiongnu was like a headless fly, completely losing its ability to resist.
And if such a weapon of war is not only used on barbarians...
In Zhao Yun's mind, scenes were constructed one after another. In many scenes, Zhao Yun asked himself, if he suddenly encountered an attack like last night at night, unless the general was well prepared, even with the protection of the camp, it would probably be a disaster.
In such a tragedy, the panicked soldiers were bound to be unable to resist at the first opportunity. After losing the initiative, they could not catch up step by step, and failure would inevitably come under the snowball-like deterioration.
This method of defense? Zhao Yun gave a low groan, finding it very difficult.
The skills of Gong Jun and his scouts are naturally not as good as those of Zhao Yun, but they are much better than ordinary soldiers. What's more, Zhao Yun cannot lead his guards to patrol outside the camp every day, so if there is nothing
If you are prepared, you can't defend at all, unless you are prepared in advance and dig traps in the camp in advance...
Well, this is okay, but who is digging traps in their own camp every day when they have nothing to do, just waiting to trick others?
Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, a tricolor flag was hoisted in the distance, and then approached in the blink of an eye. Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes and looked at it, patted the horse down the grass slope, and faced it.
"Lord!" Zhao Yun cupped his hands on horseback, and said the numbers in a flowing stream, as if he was reciting them, without any hesitation, "In the battle last night, there were 273 beheadings, and 100 horses were captured.
Eighty-nine, seventy-nine people were captured, two hundred and twenty knives, one hundred and thirty-four guns were seized, and equipment and materials were not counted... We lost thirty-four people, eighteen were dead, and ten were slightly injured.
six……"
Fei Qian nodded. Zhao Yun raided the Huns camp with about 800 people in one night. It is not bad to achieve such results. Cold weapon war is like this. Don't be fooled by movies and TV. There are also large-scale conflicts, but
In fact, many times it is like fighting with each other for water sources in ancient times. The scene looks lively, but in fact not many people are killed on the spot. In many cases, most of the losses of the defeated side are due to being buried alive after the war.
Or massacre...
Fei Qian walked forward and said: "The battle of Zilong was well fought. I have ordered Zilong's meritorious service to be recorded. He will be rewarded when he returns to the army... How is the Xiongnu royal court doing now? Are there any follow-up soldiers? Sent?"
Zhao Yun cupped his hands and said: "We have sent out scouts, but there is no news yet..."
Now Fei Qian is worried about the Huns escaping. Although the Huns have declined, they are still a people on horseback. If they run away and scatter in all directions, Fei Qian really has no good solution for a while. He cannot do it. Let's disperse our troops and go into the grassland to catch small fish, right?
The best thing is to completely defeat the power of the Xiongnu Royal Court once and for all!
As for whether Huvrault will be left with ruins or thousands of miles of red soil, this is a problem that Huvrault needs to worry about, and it is not within the scope of Fei Qian's consideration.
The most ideal situation is that Yuvroud's power will be greatly damaged in this internal strife, which will eventually lead to Yuvrault having to rely entirely on the Han people to maintain his position...
"...This man is called Luo Ertai, and he is said to be the son of the great elder of the Huns..." Zhao Yun led Fei Qian to Luo Ertai, who was under intensive care, and pointed and said.
"Oh?" Fei Qian turned around and waved to Yuvluo, who hurriedly came closer with a smile, "Look, this person is said to be the son of your great elder?"
Hufro turned his face, saw Lortai, looked up and down, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out, "Yes, he is the son of that damn old beast!"
"Well..." Fei Qian nodded, and under Luoltai's extremely frightened gaze, he patted Yuvrou on the shoulder and said, "Well, I'll leave this person to you... Anyway, you have to find a way to make it happen." You people from the royal court have come to fight... You must know that the sooner the war ends, the faster it will cause you less damage..."
Humphrey laughed along with him and nodded repeatedly in response: "Okay, thank you General for your mercy! I understand, I understand..." Then he bowed and waited for Fei Qian to go away, then turned to look at Luoltai, with a smile on his face. Ban Fan's face suddenly became gloomy, and after a moment, a smile appeared again, but this smile looked extremely terrifying in Luoltai's eyes.
"The great elder's precious son..." Humphrey chuckled, slowly approaching Luoltai, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle won't kill you... Hehe, I just leave it for you. To commemorate..."
