Le was not shot to death, but Hu Qi's resistance disappeared. Seeing their leader Wan Qi turning his horse and galloping, everyone knew what Le was doing. As a result, even the shouts of Tie Fu, who had deep authority, could not be heard.
It doesn't work anymore.
The Hedong Army wiped out Hu Qi with less than a hundred casualties, but Zhu Biao shot Ledu through the heart!
The casualties are divided into three categories: killed in battle, seriously injured, and lightly injured. The two before this battle totaled 63 people. This is the real loss of the Hedong Army in this battle!
Hu Qi is just like a pug. When a pug fights, does it fight and run, or does it bite? Both are far inferior to the Hedong cavalry. They can't even run away if they can't fight!
Seventeen seriously injured people, Zhu Biao's heart was heavy. How should he take care of them?
——Send it back to Hedong? At least a force of fifty cavalry must be sent to escort it.
——Place them on the spot? Will the faction send forces to protect and take care of them? No, the faction will let them die.
In an army that does not have a close base and fights continuously, the wounded soldiers are the most miserable. They are either abandoned or can only wait to die. It is better to die directly on the battlefield.
Everyone on the Hedong cavalry expedition knew this truth, so forty-six of them died in the battle, and only seventeen were seriously injured.
"Send someone to send them back -"
Zhu Biao could not ignore the lives of seventeen of his own people. Even if half of these seventeen people were lucky to survive in the end, he could not just watch them die.
"After passing the Yinshan Mountains, I can't do it even if I want to..."
After dawn, the Hedong cavalry continued to march north. Their goal was Yanran Mountain. If they wanted to realize their ideals, the only thing they relied on was speed. As fast as lightning, even if the cavalry in various departments received the warning, they would not have time to return.
In the absence of soldiers, with lightning speed, they went straight down to the Yanran Mountain and Wuweituo King's Court.
Zhu Biao would launch the 'Long Drive' technique and tactics every day. After entering the north of Yinshan Mountain, the 'Magic Walk' became even more indispensable.
Speed, speed, speed——
With three men and horses, the speed of the Han army's rapid march can reach 356 miles per day with the increase of Zhu Biao's A-level cavalry. Now with the long drive, 400 miles per day is not a problem.
It only took a little more than two days for the troops to leave the fortress and reach the southern end of Izuyunkou. Two thousand miles north of Yinshan Mountain is Yanran Mountain. Zhu Biao will definitely be able to lead his troops to kill it within five days.
"Zhizhi..."
Two green shadows pierced through like arrows, and stood as light as feathers on Zhu Cai'er's shoulders. The sharp long beaks were stained with blood, and Zhu Cai'er took out a white folded cloth and wiped the two birds skillfully.
Wipe your mouth. Since entering the grassland, these two green-feathered hummingbirds have hunted seven flying eagle kites.
The skills of the Hu people in domesticating birds are very good. Not only can they pass messages and hunt the same kind of enemies, but they can also monitor every move of the enemy. If Zhu Biao cannot ensure the 'air superiority' above his head, he will not be able to enter this time.
The difficulties in Yinshan will be doubled, and the two green-feathered hummingbirds have made a great contribution.
The right part of one of the four corners of the Hu people is now in an unprecedented state of weakness.
Wuweituo, who escaped with his life, is still a hero of the Hu people. However, the death of his heir, the death of many generals, and the destruction of fifty thousand elites are all unchangeable facts. He failed to obtain reinforcements from Wuji.
Wuweituo only took a breather in the Royal Court of Yanran Mountain for a few days before he had to lead 8,000 of the remaining 10,000 Golden Wolf Riders to leave their nest and rush to the Luozhou battlefield southwest of Yanran Mountain.
——Naju battlefield
As the main battlefield for the Han-Hu fighting, the old name actually seems to be inconsistent with its name. Uwetuo's death march certainly delayed the pace of the Han army's counterattack. However, in the following month or so, Hu's lack of strength
Qi himself had to give up Huaiyuan, Jiuyuan and other counties, and his forces completely withdrew from the borders of Northern Han Dynasty.
The current fighting is already a fight between the Han army infiltrating into the grassland and the Hu cavalry.
Uweituo, who was short of major generals, was destitute of support on the left and right. With a good strategic vision, he could see the 'future' - without support, he had to fish out all the benefits, so he recruited men from the entire tribe into the army and let the right troops
His blood was drained bit by bit in the confrontation with the Han people.
The vast prairie will be full of loopholes. The elite Han cavalry will stab through these loopholes one after another, adding one scar after another on the right side of the body... until the blood on the entire right side is completely drained!
Sending the newly grown men of the tribe into the battlefield would destroy the future of the tribe. But without reinforcements, Uwetuo could only curse Wuji and drink poison to quench his thirst.
The right side of the army, which lost 50,000 men, is immersed in grief. The tribes around Yanran Mountain are all under Uwetuo's tent. Most of the 50,000 elites who lost their lives belong here. These people
Little did he know that danger was coming——
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The continuous horn sounded on the calm battlefield. The Hedong cavalry who were looking at the spoils immediately gathered according to their organizational structure.
"Drive, drive..." Zhu Tong hurried back with his battalion soldiers and horses. He had not yet finished clearing out the deserters from the Hu tribe.
"No need. We just need to report the news faster than them!" Zhu Biao said.
How could the Hedong cavalry always have such good luck and annihilate all the Hu cavalry? It is not uncommon for the defeated soldiers to escape. Xiaori's navy in the previous life still had three auspicious ships. There are lucky people everywhere.
You need to be strong. As long as you advance faster than Hu Qi's increase in troops, when Yan Ran is at the bottom of the mountain, the advantage will still be on your side.
In six days, after leaving Yinshan Mountain, Zhu Biao could lead his troops to the foot of Yanran Mountain in six days, including the fighting on the way. And at this time, could the Hu people inform all the tribes of the news?
It's all hard to say.
On the third day after entering the north of Yinshan Mountain, Zhu Biao started his ‘divine journey’.
July is about to bottom out. Although the sun is still fierce, the breath of autumn has arrived.
Jiluo Mountain is located six hundred miles south of Yanran Mountain. This is the gateway to Wangting, the tribe of King Youxian.
The news of the Han army coming north was still known to these people.
Mutu is the chief among the five tribes in Jiluo Mountain, and he is a nobleman with the official title of Little King in the royal court. He is a very careful person. When he found that there was no news from the south in the past three days, he felt something was wrong in his heart.
So he released four eagles and two kites, divided into three groups: southwest, due south, and southeast, to search southward.
In the end, only four came back. One from the southwest and one from the southeast.
At this time, Mutu was sure that something happened due south. He once again asked the remaining four birds to investigate due south. At the same time, he urgently notified the other four surrounding tribes.
One of the four birds came back, the Han army is coming!
This news detonated the entire tribe. In the more than a hundred years of battles with the Northern Kingdoms, the Han army only reached Jiluo Mountain a few times. But this time it happened to be when they were at their weakest!
The intelligence of birds is not high enough to count, but Mutu did not dare to despise them in the slightest, and the nobles in the Mutu tribe did not dare to despise them in the slightest. Since the Han army dared to penetrate more than a thousand miles into the grassland, its strength
It must not be weak. What makes the nobles even more frightened and worried is, how come none of the many tribes before Jiluo Mountain discovered the whereabouts of the Han army? Could it be that they were all exterminated?
The first thing is that the Han army has powerful birds to restrain the flying eagles and kites. The second thing is that they must have superior strength, so as to ensure the confidentiality of the information.
Based on the flying eagle's habits, Mutu concluded that the Han army was still a hundred miles away from Jiluo Mountain. This distance was very short for the cavalry. The leaders of the five tribes who had just arrived around Jiluo Mountain did not have time to sit together.
Discussed.
Mutu could only summon the troops from the other four tribes to arrive, while gathering the people of his own tribe. He wanted to gather all the men in the tribe, and of course, he would also move the women and children in the tribe to the mountains.
. Just like he sent people to report to the royal court of Yanran Mountain.
Night has come. In Mutu's tent, there are more than a dozen heads of the tribe gathered in Mutu's tent. They are the pillars of the entire tribe. Each one of them is a heavyweight in the Mutu tribe. But now everyone has a sullen face.
Silent. The huge tent was filled with nothing but silence.
"Report..." Outside the tent, a tooth soldier came on horseback and shouted. Everyone in the tooth tent immediately cheered up!
"Your Majesty, Chief Yingjia is here to see you..."
"Let him get in quickly——"
Mutu stood up immediately. Yingjia was his confidant. Before dusk, he led more than 500 horsemen from the tribe to the south for reconnaissance.
"The guilty general Yingjia has seen Lord Mutu." Yingjia was in a state of embarrassment. There were bloodstains on his armor, and his whole body looked disgraced.
"Let me ask you, how many Han people are there in the south?" Mutu was going crazy with anxiety during the more than two hours of waiting. The total number of men he ordered to gather plus the tooth soldiers in his hands was only three to four thousand. Most of them were not
The old people were all children who had just grown up. Compared with the bloody Han army on the battlefield, they were just a group of herdsmen who knew how to ride horses and shoot arrows. They were not on the same level at all.
Mutu was eager to know the strength of the Han army. He could die, but the tribe could not be destroyed.
After running for dozens of miles, Yingjia finally regained her consciousness. The rolling Han army was an unstoppable torrent.
"Lord Mutu, we are the cavalry from Hedong, led by the Zhu thieves. They have more than 10,000 cavalry, and all the men who followed me out are dead..." Yingjia knelt down with a pop, and in the blink of an eye, Yingjia was crying bitterly.
He looked like he was crying. He knelt on the ground without raising his head. "Of the more than five hundred immortal warriors, only less than a hundred escaped. Lord Mutu, the Han army is so powerful that we as a tribe cannot defeat it..."
"Send people to report to the Four Ministries again, asking for the troops and horses from the Four Ministries to come to rescue immediately. We also need to report to the royal court urgently. I hope the thieves will lead thousands of horses to attack. The target may be Yan Ran..."
Beside a sea fifty or sixty miles away from Hubu in Jiluo Mountain, the Hedong cavalry stopped here and began to rest for the night.
"Commander, since there is a group of wild dogs fifty miles away, why don't we fight in and take this kennel before resting?" Chen Mengren bit the leg of lamb in his hand and said to Zhu Biao.
Beside the campfire, Zhu Biao was also attacking the mutton chops in his hand, swallowed the meat in his mouth, took a sip of wine, and then said: "It will rain in the middle of the night. Besides, there are five Hu tribes in Jiluo Mountain. Wait until they get together."
Let’s take advantage of the rainy night and serve them together!”
Zhu Biao gave each of the 10,000 elite cavalrymen a poncho, which could well withstand the wetness of the night rain.
The rain certainly started falling in the second half of the night, making it drenching. Following Zhu Biao's instructions, the Hedong cavalrymen all put on their ponchos. Although the cold rain made the ponchos look like a layer of cold clothes, it was better than being soaked all over. Too many.
"Commander, twenty miles ahead is Jiluo Mountain."
The night was so dark that Zhu Biaogen could not see the camp of the Hu tribe, but this did not delay his order.
"Zhu Tong, lead your troops to clear the way." He ordered without thinking. "Chen Mengren, you lead your troops to outflank from the left; Zhou Zi'ang, you lead your troops to outflank from the right. You have to move quickly!"
"No." The three of them said nothing nonsense. This was the time to take action. The officers and soldiers of the Hedong Army were all looking forward to finding a place to stay as soon as possible.
Mutu was sleeping, sleeping uneasily.
Zhu Biao, the famous killing god, has tens of thousands of troops less than a hundred miles away, and there are only three or four thousand armed men in the tribe. Even if the gods come to earth, he will not be able to sleep peacefully. Even if the reinforcements from the two approaching tribes have already When they arrived, they were each in their early 2,000s.
But a rain in the middle of the night made Mutu feel relieved. Night battles and rainy night battles are completely different...
Of course, even so, Mutu sent more than a thousand cavalry to watch the night, and the police line was spread fifteen or six miles away.
"Kill!" The ten thousand horsemen split up and disappeared into the night. Less than a quarter of an hour later, bursts of fighting sounds were heard from the left, middle and right in front. "Let's go!" Zhu Biao tucked his horse under his belly and sat down. The horse immediately rushed out like a gallop.
"Kill!" The thundering cry of killing rang out from the thousands of guards behind him.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing were rapidly approaching the Mutu tribe. Mutu, who woke up from his sleep, jumped up quickly and ran outside the tent. In the dark rainy night, he could only vaguely see black shadows.
"Hurry up and prepare for war!" Mutu shouted sharply.
"Kill! Kill as hard as you can!" Zhu Tong felt infinite joy in his heart. He must repay his June debt quickly. Just as Hu Gou did harm to the Han people, he will do the same to Hu Gou today!
Zhu Tong had already killed more than a thousand miles along the way, but it was not enough. Thinking of the damage Uweituo had caused to Hexi, Anzhou and other places, he wanted to kill all the wild dogs——
It was so happy, so happy. The horse trampled the enemy camp, and there were obviously people surging in the tent. The iron cavalry immediately became quiet after trampling over it. Zhu Tong laughed loudly, and while loudly ordering his subordinates, he used a big knife to kill the few Hu who were resisting. Hack people to death one by one!
"It's so happy! It's so happy! It's so happy! Hahaha!" Zhou Ziang couldn't help laughing too. The power of hatred is terrifying and terrifying.
Like boiling soup pouring snow, the Mutu tribe, which had a resistance force of seven to eight thousand and about twenty thousand old, weak, women and children, could not sustain it for even two hours.
The armed force of seven to eight thousand people was just a mob. They didn't even resist for an hour before they fell apart and fled in all directions. The Hedong Army spent more time on bloodbathing the entire Mutu tribe.
Zhu Biao held the spear in his hand. The sharp tip of the spear shone coldly under the firelight from a cluster of tents! The remaining traces of blood mixed with the dripping raindrops dripped down the tip of the spear...
This is a clash of nations, and there is no room for mercy.
The Hedong cavalry maniacally slaughtered the old and weak women of the Hu people one after another. The cold light of the sword flashed from time to time in the dark rainy night, a few gloomy firelights were bright, and the shrill screams never stopped.
"Kill me -" I don't know how many officers shouted the same sentence. Wherever the sword pointed, a majestic power suddenly rose up.
"Kill——" all the soldiers shouted in unison and acted bravely.
"Han Army——"
"mighty--"
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"Han Army——"
"mighty--"
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"Han Army——"
"mighty--"……
In the Hu camp where corpses lay everywhere, all the soldiers from Hedong were happy, excited, and raised their arms in submission and cheered!
At dawn, the rain stopped. A hint of protein appeared in the eastern sky, and clouds gathered on the horizon like a market. Set off by the ray of light from the rising sun, they looked like brocade dipped in red, revealing a faint crimson color.
"Drive, drive, drive..."
A group of two to three thousand Hu cavalrymen were rushing towards Mutu's tribe at a frantic pace. They were the Huqi reinforcements from one of the two remaining tribes in Jiluoshan. As soon as the tribe was attacked, Mutu ordered himself
The soldiers asked for help from the remaining two tribes.
But the latter took time. The leaders of the two tribes immediately sent reinforcements. The reinforcements also rushed on their way desperately, but they could not see the shadow of the tribal camp until dawn.
Qihan is the leader of this team. Two years ago, he was the commander of a thousand cavalry in the standing cavalry army under Uwetuo. He lamely lost a leg in a fight, and then he withdrew from the front line and returned to the tribe.
At this critical moment, the leader of the tribe thought of him first when leading his troops.
"Proud sons of Changshengtian and warriors of Dahu, we have no retreat. Behind us are our relatives, women and children, and behind us are our sisters and elders. You want your relatives, your wives and children to be slaughtered by the Han slaves like cattle and sheep.
?”
"Tell me, are you willing?"
The reinforcements were finally a step too late, and Qihan closed his eyes in despair. He sent someone to report to the tribe, and he continued to lead his troops to approach the bloody Mutu tribe.
Qihan, who had experience in the regular army, knew how powerful Zhu Biao was. The Han cavalry under Zhu Biao were not only unparalleled in hand-to-hand combat, but what was even more strange was their speed. Their speed was extremely fast. He had been discovered by the Han cavalry and could not escape even if he wanted to.
.
Unless we disband the team and let them flee for their lives! In that case, two or three out of ten can escape.
Zhu Tong led the troops to fight out of the Hu camp. Only his Han army was enough!
"Kill--"
Seemingly at the same time, shouts of death burst out from the mouths of Zhu Tong and Qi Khan. The passionate horn sounded, and the war began.
The five or six thousand horsemen on both sides increased their horse speed at the same time, and the clatter of horse hooves was as loud as thunder.
"charge--"
Zhu Biao started Zhu Tongbu's techniques and tactics. The brave Hedong cavalry crashed into the loose Hu cavalry against the rain of arrows.
There is no doubt about it. Boiling water splashes snow and mercury pours on the ground. This is what it looks like.
A powerful sharp knife and an invincible sword, the soldiers led by Zhu Tong were like Zhu Biao back then, using the most unstoppable momentum to split Qihan's troops into two from the center.
It's a completely overwhelming advantage.
The battle was in progress, and another group of two to three thousand Hu cavalrymen rushed to the right side of the camp.
"Drive, drive, brothers, kill me -" Zhou Zi raised his sword and shouted.
There are only two to three thousand Hu Qi reinforcements. If he uses more troops to fight against fewer troops, it would be unreasonable not to win cleanly.
"kill--"
"kill--"
"Warriors of Changshengtian, raise your scimitars and follow me to harvest the heads of Han slaves——"
A silver-ringed Hu general at the front of the Hu cavalry shouted loudly. The Hu men’s pre-battle encouragement was really, really repetitive.
The battle ended within an hour.
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…
At noon that day, an exhausted horse galloped to the front of Jiluo Mountain carrying a shaky eagle.
After galloping all day and night, four of the five horses were killed. The Eagle Shooter was too tired, too tired.
The horse under the seat is also too tired.
The Mutu tribe's camp was right in front of them. Sheguer was so dizzy that he could hardly open his eyes. It turned out that there was an arrow grazing on his back.
boom--
The war horse fell to the ground. The Eagle Eagle on the horse was thrown to the ground like a puppet. The severe pain woke up the groggy Eagle Eagle. He pressed his hands on the ground and tried to support himself, but failed.
Shediao'er panted and gathered strength. He was going to report to the Mutu tribe. Zhu Biao, the killer, came with his troops...
However, the fierce shooting eagle's body froze. His nose smelled a smell of blood, a smell of blood coming from under him...
She Diaoer turned over his palm, and the palm of his hand was bright red...
