After a disastrous defeat, he lost his flock, his prestige, and more than 10,000 people were captured.
Our own troops were reduced by 20,000, and the enemy's reinforcements were 10,000, so there was a loss of 30,000 both inside and outside.
The fire burning in the desert was far less blazing than the fire in Touman's heart.
"Ten thousand Qin troops were hiding under my nose. I quickly ran up to my face and found out that all the scouts and leaders were beheaded by me and sacrificed to heaven and earth!"
The scimitar is raised and lowered, and so on.
Life is fixed here and there will be no repeat.
A total of twenty scout commanders spread their blood on the desert, and their bodies were thrown naked ten miles away from the camp.
This distance was within the patrol range of the scouts, and jackals and vultures would not dare to eat because of fear of human presence. The bones were so dense that Touman thought he could tell the careless scouts to be alert and careful.
In the desert, the weak and the strong prey on the weak, and cruelty and ferocity are the eternal main themes of this land.
Morality is not present, violence sweeps across the sky, earth, sun and moon, and the yellow sand here carries the aura of violence.
"Check it out for me! Why can this Qin army come here and still have sufficient combat power and be able to ambush! Did their rations fall from the sky?
"Why can this Qin army hide under our noses? Why is there no sound of horse hooves when they charge? Let me find out! If you can't find out, I will feed you to jackals!"
Shanyu was furious, and the 150,000 Xiongnu army was filled with traces of nervousness.
A slight dissatisfaction of the superior person will be a disaster if it is passed on to the inferior person.
Those twenty corpses that had been eaten until their flesh and blood were mutilated were a lesson for everyone.
During this investigation, they fought tooth and nail to save their own lives.
The scouts from the large tribe came from the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, and their horseshoe marks were all over the surrounding thirty-mile scout tribes. Touman Shanyu soon learned that the Taotie Army was coming all the way, and it was these small and medium-sized tribes that were sending grain and grass supplies.
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"Kill, kill, kill! They are just like that traitor! They betrayed the Xiongnu! They surrendered to Qin Dog! Kill all the men, but leave the women, cattle, sheep, and horses behind and bring them all back!"
Touman, who was in urgent need of an outlet, issued a strict order. The Huns army, which was vulnerable to the Taotie army, swept away small and medium-sized tribes that were difficult to count accurately.
For these small and medium-sized tribes who are not qualified to enter the depths of the desert and settle at the foot of the sacred mountain Langjuxu Mountain, this is a disaster and a catastrophe.
For the Xiongnu army, which had experienced a major defeat, this was a complete cathartic carnival. Unable to defeat the Taotie army, they rediscovered their confidence and courage amidst the wails and screams of their fellow tribesmen.
After a few days, the yellow sand turned into red ground.
The average jackal in the desert has gained several pounds each. As winter approaches and food is scarce, they are even fatter than in summer.
The 150,000 Xiongnu army has been supplemented to 200,000, and these 50,000 people were drawn from various major tribes.
Touman originally wanted to recruit people from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes, but the surrounding tribes were hostile and made him furious and issued a killing order.
At the cost of annihilating small and medium-sized tribes within a hundred miles radius, the 200,000 Huns army had sufficient food.
"The horse's feet are tied with cloth, the Central Plains is really a luxury!"
Touman was a little envious.
There is no production in the desert. The only things that can be used to make clothes are animal skins. The linen clothes worn by the lowest people in the Central Plains are also rare in the desert and can be exchanged for half a pound of meat.
Horse-binding is common sense in the Central Plains, but Touman, who is limited by his geographical location, has no idea to lead in this direction.
Things are rare and valuable, and the desert will not use precious clothes to tie horses' feet. The cattle and sheep they kill are not enough to make clothes.
Touman, who knew how the Qin army charged silently, felt a little regretful and relieved at the same time.
It's a pity that his warrior can't be copied. What's relieved is that now that he knows the reason, he won't be attacked again.
Riding a horse, wearing armor, and under the cover of his personal guards, Touman was located on a high point on a hillside, commanding a commanding position.
Looking at the Qin army of more than 60,000 and nearly 70,000 people encamped in the distance, looking like they were going to fight a positional battle, I was very puzzled.
Touman could understand the intention of marching into Langjuxu Mountain or retreating to Gaoque, but what did it mean to stay put and set up camp?
This is a desert, not the Central Plains. What you have chosen is a flat plain.
There is no city to rely on and no danger to defend. What are you doing here if you don't leave?
The Taotie army didn't move, and Touman didn't move either. He didn't dare.
The gluttonous army at full strength has shown its ferocity to the desert. It is a force that surpasses all others. Touman, who has an army of 200,000, faces the gluttonous army of less than 70,000. I feel that there is no advantage at all.
To attack is to seek death.
I wish I could burn this black-armored Qin army's head clean. Man's brain is intact.
If he hadn't been familiar with the terrain of the desert and occupied the favorable location, he would have retreated to Langjuxu Mountain long ago.
"Send someone over and tell the traitor that if he surrenders, he will still be my son."
Touman gave the order.
He knew that Maodun, who had come this far, would not surrender, and he never repaid such illusions. He sent the envoy there to have a look inside the Taotie Army, and to examine the actual situation of the Taotie Army from every detail.
The two sides actually fought once, but he had no other understanding of the Taotie Army except that it was powerful and irresistible. This was simply ridiculous!
Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Toutan also read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
Soon, the messenger came back, surprisingly quickly.
In the king's tent, Touman, who was waiting with a large number of tribal leaders, immediately summoned him. The motionless Taotie army gave these Xiongnu leaders a headache, and they urgently needed a breaking point.
They want to get first-hand information about the Taotie Army and formulate a tactical plan as quickly as possible. Touman is not the only one to feel the shame of being defeated, and they all want revenge.
The pressure from everyone's gazes placed great pressure on the envoy, who was just an ordinary scout half an hour ago. The hot gazes were even more scorching than the fire that day.
Touman personally brought a bowl of kumiss, walked up to the envoy with a smile and handed it over, patting the shoulder of the envoy who looked timid after taking the bowl.
"There's no rush, it'll take as long as this bowl of wine."
He obviously didn't use any force in this slap, but the messenger was almost slapped to the ground.
The messenger's whole body was shaking like chaff, his hands were shaking violently and he dropped the wine bowl, spilling the wine all over the floor.
He hurriedly fell to his knees and begged Shanyu for his life.
"Get up! How could I, Touman, a foolish Chanyu, kill my Huns warrior for a bowl of wine!"
He poured another bowl of wine and handed it to the envoy. The envoy took it tremblingly, swallowed hard, and drank it all.
After drinking the wine, the impatient glances around him were no longer so intense. The messenger wiped his mouth with his sleeve stained with grass clippings.
"Prince Maodun said that he had no intention of offending the Chanyu and expressed his apology to all the leaders for yesterday's raid. As long as the Chanyu killed the Wusunyan clan and made him the king of Zuo Tuqi, he would immediately lead the people to surrender. He, Maodun, can do it for the Huns.
How could you betray the Huns by taking the Yuezhi as a hostage? The Hun princes do not fight against the Huns."