The momentum is overwhelming and the courage is unstoppable.
Three thousand disciples with strong martial arts skills and proficient in battle formations, the power they exerted was far beyond Mi Sui's imagination.
This battle to death in his eyes was over before it even started.
After experiencing the first wave of attacks and breaking into the royal court, the Hun nobles who Mi Sui thought would fight to the death came forward with smiles on their face.
Facing Ying Chengyu, who was dressed as Prince Modun, he looked at the black-armored retainers behind him and waved his hands to those Huns warriors who seemed to be resisting desperately to retreat.
Mi Sui didn't understand why. If in the Qin Kingdom, when the First Emperor was on tour, Prince Ying Fusu sent out a surprise army to attack Xianyang thousands of miles away.
What greets the prince will not be a smiling face, but the most elite city defense force in the Qin State besides the Iron Eagle Swordsmen.
These veterans who have been on the battlefield will use the Qin sword in their hands to show their loyalty to the First Emperor in the distance with the blood of the prince.
Among the many large tribes near the Royal Court, only three sent warriors. They came here more to question than to inquire about information. They only left after learning about the current situation of the Royal Court.
Many years later, when Mi Sui recalled this battle, she could only recall the bright silver armor, but not the intensity of the battle.
Mu Qiang, this is not only a tradition in the desert, Qin people also admire Qiang.
But no matter how hard Mu Qiang was, Mi Sui had never seen it so easy. Aren't they afraid that Tou Man would come back to sort things out?
Ying Chengyu started the liquidation first.
Surrounded by three thousand guests, he did not enter the king's tent or dismount his horse.
Based on the information he got from Prince Moton, he found Touman's favorite Yan family, as well as the little prince who had just learned to walk and was designated by Touman as the replacement for Moton.
kill.
No sloppiness, no nonsense.
Ying Chengyu asked all the royal soldiers to line up in a row of five hundred people, bend their bows and draw arrows, and aim at the mother and son who were crying heartbrokenly. Three thousand black armors bent their bows and drew arrows at these soldiers.
"After I shoot, anyone who doesn't shoot will die."
He spoke lightly, then bent his bow and set an arrow very casually, without even opening the bow for half a month.
The arrow flew out quickly and landed in front of the favored mother and son.
The Hun soldiers in the first row gritted their teeth, their hands were trembling, and they didn't even shoot an arrow.
The arrows of the three thousand black-armored disciples did not hesitate at all. One by one, sharp arrows popped out from their full bows. The three thousand arrows nailed the five hundred warriors to death.
Blood splattered and people cried out in pain.
The warriors who were not shot at their vital points were covered with arrows, like porcupines rarely seen in the desert, covered with thorns.
Some warriors who were not willing to die aimed their bows and arrows at Ying Chenglong, who was wearing bright silver armor. After a round of arrows were fired, the owner was killed by a random sword.
Ying Cheng was too lazy to move. He patted the head of the war horse, which was a little stressed by the arrows, and continued to say in that light voice:
"Next row."
Another five hundred people stood on the bloody ground, and their noses could smell the blood of the same soldiers who were still alive and kicking just now.
They bent their bows and nocked arrows, looking at the little prince who was frightened to death, and who was usually the most favored one.
After the useless arrow in the air passed by, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and wanted to let go.
At the moment of struggle, Tou Man Shan's past power came to mind. In the end, only a few soldiers' arrows flew out, crookedly, but they were not as far away as the arrows Ying Chengyu shot casually.
Ying Chengyu commanded his retainers to bring out a few men who could not shoot arrows within thirty steps, and ordered all the soldiers in the second row to be shot.
There were several rounds of arrow rain again.
Another row of corpses.
The bright red blood remains unchanged, the painful wails remain unchanged, only the lost person changes.
"I, the warrior of the Xiongnu, can't even draw the bow?
"This enchantress is no more than a hundred steps away from you, and anyone who can't hit her even one foot in front of her will be killed.
"Next row."
The extremely severe punishment and the torture of life and death were too much for some soldiers to bear, and they rioted. They ran with scimitars and charged towards the silver armor.
"If you don't raise your troops and stay put, you won't be killed!"
Spears, horses, silver armor charging forward, black armor following.
A battle that was simpler than breaking through the royal court guards before, a naked massacre.
The corpses were lying under the hooves of the horses. Ying Chengyu looked at the Hun soldiers who were standing there and dropped their bows, arrows and scimitars, and whistled to attract everyone's attention.
"All Xiongnu warriors, pick up your bows and arrows..."
Mi Sui, who was at the back of the three thousand guests, did not hear the sound behind them. There were at least 20,000 Xiongnu soldiers left to pick them up. The faint murmur drowned out Ying Chengyu's words.
The next moment, 20,000 arrows turned into a black cloud and rushed towards the mother and son who couldn't cry...
Gaoque City.
When the Huns army approached the city, they saw Huns soldiers with the same skin color and body shape as them.
These Huns soldiers don't wear black armor, and they look much easier to kill than those invulnerable black armored soldiers.
It's just that this number of people... is a bit beyond Tu Sha and Lao Zhong's expectations.
Forty thousand is a lot, but they only have forty thousand.
In addition, behind the sallow and skinny Huns soldiers opposite who looked like they came from a small tribe, there was another very conspicuous person.
A high platform made of loess is two feet high.
It was too far away, but I could only vaguely see it. It seemed to be a big drum from the Central Plains, placed vertically.
Somewhat abnormal.
If you are in the Central Plains, no matter how brave a general is, he will hesitate a little at this moment.
But this is a desert.
Lao Zhong and Tu Shada never looked down on these small tribes of Huns from the bottom of their hearts. Whether it was from the daily food, drink or training, their warriors were much better than those of their fellow tribesmen opposite who were not strong enough to hold a machete.
Without black armor, there are more than 40,000 people, but they can just kill a few more people and take them back to be slaves.
They have already sent scouts to investigate, but Qin has not sent troops to assist, and there are no troops within a radius of twenty miles.
"Let the traitors on the other side see what a true warrior is!"
The 40,000 Xiongnu army from Langxuju Mountain charged, and the torrent swept down, vowing to overwhelm Gaoque...
"In our siege warfare in the Central Plains, we pay attention to the fact that the siege team must be ten times more numerous than the defenders to encircle the city. But there is no city in this desert, so the defenders really have no advantage at all."
Standing under the high loess platform, Ying Jianglu, dressed in black, put down his telescope, sighed, and said with regret:
"If we can build a city two feet high, no, one foot high, if these 40,000 Huns dare to charge at my high tower like this, they will be seeking death."
"Third Young Master, please be at ease. Lord Chang'an has already prepared countermeasures. All you need is"
"Kui Zhuang, what do you think about me comparing with my eldest brother?"
After being interrupted, Wei Xiang lowered his head and said nothing.
He didn't get involved in topics like this. Talking about the prince's kindness offended the third young master in charge, and talking about the third prince's lack of protection would lead to his sudden death. In the past few months in the Great Northwest, there were not an ordinary number of people who died inexplicably.
The pair of leather boots worn by the Huns moved in his sight. Wei Xiang looked up and saw General Lu Ying stepping up the steps to the high platform.
"Third Young Master! You"
As he spoke, he winked at the soldiers beside him and asked them to pull down General Ying Lu from climbing the high platform.
Although this high platform was at the rear of the 40,000 Huns, it was still extremely unsafe. The Hu Prime Minister Wei Zhuang was very aware of the gap between the Huns at the foot of the holy mountains and the Huns on the edge of the desert.
Can't stop it, absolutely can't stop it...
The winner of this battle is not the first battle, but the second battle.
The massacres carried out by Rituman in the desert during these times have aroused the hatred of all the Xiongnu who could not enter the depths of the desert. Wei Zhuang has strung these sparks into a prairie fire, and the flames are burning towards Gaoque City.
The scouts sent by Lao Zhong and Tusha mostly ignored the Huns, who numbered no more than 200 and as few as dozens.
A few suspicious scouts reported it, but no attention was paid to it.
The 200,000 Xiongnu army had been killing so vigorously in the past few days, and these traitors were not stupid. They fled in the face of the wind, and their migration was normal.
As long as it lasts for an hour, the small flames coming from all directions will gather together and burn out the 40,000 noble Xiongnu army coming from the foot of the holy mountain.
And what Ying Jianglu has to do is wait.
Hu Rencheng knew the Hu people best, and by leaving this old left prime minister who was very influential in the desert in his early years in Gaoque, Ying Chengyu left behind a foolproof insurance policy.
"Li You."
"promise!"
After General De Ying gave an order, Li You led his bodyguards to surround the high platform and not let anyone get close.
General Ying looked down from the steps of the high platform and smiled at the old left prime minister.
"I don't like the title of Third Young Master, I like Shan Yu."
Wei frowned, thinking about what to say.
However, Ying Jianglu did not give him time and climbed up to the high platform early.
"It's good that my uncle has arranged things well, but he can't arrange my whole life. The eldest brother is born well and can be the king without fighting or fighting. Everything is the king of the father. Uncle has arranged it, but I can't do it."
After muttering a few words to himself, Ying Jianglu bent down and picked up the large speaker that the people below could not see due to the limited viewing angle.
Stand up and hold it in front of your mouth to move Qi to Dantian.
The veins in his neck popped out and his eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"As long as I, the general, keep drumming! Taotie will not be defeated!"
Boom~
Boom~
Boom~
He picked up the drumstick that his uncle had taken before going to war, and beat the war drum that his uncle had beaten before going to war!
Ever since he left the desert, he has been imitating his uncle.
He learned from his uncle and disguised himself as a Huns and experienced the life of the Huns.
I followed my uncle's rule of clearly distinguishing rewards and punishments. After the conflict between the Huns and the Qin people, only the one who violated the law was punished.
However, he cannot always live in his uncle's shadow.
He, General Lu, was to be the king of the Xiongnu. After his uncle left, he must be able to establish a firm foothold in the Xiongnu land and be truly called Shanyu by everyone.
He beat the war drum according to a specific rhythm, exerting no extra force and no force at all. The dull drum sound was constant and sounded very solid.
Forty thousand Huns were forced to come from the edge of the desert. They were once small tribes of Huns. Now they considered themselves as a Taotie tribe. They looked at the disheveled leader who treated them well in the past.
The blood rushes straight to the brain instantly!
They have never been chosen so resolutely. How could such a high-ranking leader live and die with them?
Before their eyes appeared the leader of the Taotie Army who was said to be the leader of the Taotie Army who led an army to conquer the Holy Mountain.
The warrior with clanging silver armor, strange attire, and fierce inhumanity told them before riding away:
"Touman is coming to beat us, to steal our food, horses, cattle and sheep, to steal our wives and daughters, and to make the treasures we hold in the palm of our hands our slaves! Do you agree?!"
After a few days of hard work, they had food and drink, but the Huns, who were not in danger of their lives, roared "No" in unison.
"Behind us is Gaoque City. In the city are our wives, children, and children, as well as our cattle, sheep, and food. If Touman comes here with his troops, you must hold on. We have no way out."
We have no retreat.
We don't want to live the life we had before.
The leader, dressed in black and beating a heavy drum, is with us.
Gaoque City belongs to our Taotie tribe, no one can take it away!
The sound of drums shook.
Like thunder.
The 40,000 gluttonous troops charged towards the torrent coming from the Holy Mountain that would have frightened them into submission in the past.
For their wives, children, livestock and food.
For their gluttonous tribe and this Gaoque City that doesn’t look like a city.
The power of faith overcomes the physical differences.
Eighty thousand troops were strangled together, and the untouchables who wanted to take a bite of the enemy's flesh and blood before dying made this group of noble warriors who came all the way from the Holy Mountain see the power of humbleness.
The drums don’t stop and people don’t retreat!
This battle, which Ying Chengyu had expected to have a 30% chance of winning, and whose core purpose was to further increase the centripetal force of the Huns in Gaoque City, was won.
When the 40,000 noble warriors suffered more than 10,000 casualties, no matter how strictly organized by Tu Sha and Lao Zhong, they could not stop the army from fleeing.
The army was defeated like a mountain.
On the way to Sha, Lao Zhong could only look at Gaoque City bitterly, watching the black figure beating drums on the high platform and walking away with the army.
They are unwilling to do so.
Although they had more than 10,000 casualties, those untouchables definitely had more casualties than them!
As long as you persist for a while, it will be these traitors who will be frightened by the news, and the rich Gaoque City will be their prize!
An army that can still continue to fight after more than 30% of its members die is considered elite.
Lao Zhong and Tu Sha looked gloomy. They didn't know why this group of troops, with 30% of them dead, didn't collapse.
This group of people is obviously made up of the untouchables from small tribes in the desert who can disappear at any time. How can they become elites?
They integrated the army and retrieved the scattered warriors. They wanted their warriors to see which side had more corpses lying on the battlefield!
Give them a second chance to fight, and they will definitely be able to break into Gaoque City after reuniting their morale.
Wei Zhuang didn't give this chance, and the flames came.
Slaughtered and neglected.
There were only two hundred at most and dozens at least. It was difficult to count how many groups of Huns cavalry arrived.
Wei Xiang responded accordingly, asking the reinforcements who were supposed to encircle them to follow the same formation as when they arrived, and hunt down the escaping stragglers.
Fighting alone and in hedging formations, these reinforcements are no match for Tusha and Lao Zhong's troops.
But if you beat a drowned dog five to one or ten to one, there is no reason to lose.
The drums kept sounding until General Ying entered the battlefield within sight, and there was no more enemy.