Chapter 140 The heroine Di Ji who died for her country (19)
Lin Zhen is more accustomed to fighting alone. She actually doesn't have much skill in leading troops in battles. She just simply crushes them with violence. She is alone and has a spear, as if she is made of steel. Like a shaking mountain, carrying an extremely terrifying power, it launched an attack on the Huns' military formation.
Just looking at her momentum, the military formation on the opposite side had already lost half of their courage, not to mention the spear she was wielding in her hand, which brought flying blood as soon as it fell. She was usually known for her fierceness. The Huns had no power to fight back in front of her. How could one not be frightened by this?
Lin Zhen was not fighting alone. Behind her, the soldiers also charged towards the Huns with overwhelming force.
The Huns who had defected before rushed into the army formation of Huerqi without any order, and had scattered the army formation into a mess. Lin Zhen's army followed Lin Zhen and took advantage of the situation to cover up the enemy, and soon harvested the enemy. A large number of heads.
Such a battle situation was obviously beyond Hu'erqi's expectation. This was not the result he wanted. Amidst the loud shouts of killing, Hu'erqi looked around in panic, trying to find a way to escape from this chaotic battlefield. of the gap.
Lin Zhen naturally would not give him this opportunity.
She stepped forward on horseback, and no one could see her movements clearly. By the time everyone reacted, Lin Zhen had already clasped Huerqi's hands behind his back, and grabbed Huerqi's wrist on the horse like a little chicken. He picked it up like a cub.
Huerqi suddenly hung in the air:?
This kind of perspective is something Kurqi has never experienced before: it is a little dizzy, and there is a dull pain in the shoulders and arms...
Lin Zhen stretched out his hand and weighed Huerqi up and down, as if to estimate his weight.
Hu'erqi, who weighed about two to three hundred kilograms with a suit of armor, was picked up like this. Coupled with Jiang Wei's childish-looking face, and he was picked up with one hand with his left hand, this scene looked like It looks particularly magical when you go up there.
At least the people around who saw this scene had psychedelic expressions on their faces: What kind of innate power is this...
Perhaps because the load increased a lot after adding the Kurqi carried by Lin Zhen, the bay-red horse Lin Zhen was riding neighed in protest: "咴咴!"
Finally, Huerqi couldn't hold on anymore. He didn't care about his own face and shouted: "Hand, hand! My hand is going to be broken!"
Lin Zhen loosened his fingers, threw Gurqi heavily to the ground, and ordered the soldiers behind him: "Tie him up and take him down."
The soldiers quickly tied up Gurchi tightly with hemp ropes according to the treatment as a prisoner, and quickly dragged him away.
The Huns' army was already in disarray. Now that their commander was captured, the Huns' army became even more panicked. They fled in all directions in panic, regardless of whether there were any of their comrades lying on the ground around them, or whether the people under their feet were. Dead or alive, he just stepped over it in a panic.
There were shrill wails everywhere.
At the end of the count, the number of Huns who died in the stampede of their own people was four to five times more than those killed by the Zhuyue City army. It can be said that most of the Huns were pushed and pushed to the ground by people fleeing in all directions. After he fell to the ground, he was trampled to death by the people behind him.
After winning this battle, you still have to clean up the battlefield. For example: touch the corpses of the dead Huns to see if there are any usable weapons and armor, pick them up and recycle them; and those who are still alive.
The war horses, which are big treasures, can be taken back, and the dead horses can be picked up and cooked for meat. Then the corpses of the Huns must be gathered together and burned by a fire to prevent the corpses from piling up and causing a plague...
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After busying myself with all these things one by one, the sky has turned completely dark.
There were still many things to do when he returned to the city. Lin Zhen looked at the sky, then at the bamboo slips piled on the table, rolled up his sleeves casually: "Let's stay up all night and finish these things."
She lit an oil lamp, unfolded the top bamboo slip, took out some pen and ink, and sat down in front of the desk. Her silhouette was reflected in the window.
As soon as Lin Zhen approved the two bamboo slips, Chi Yuan thoughtfully delivered a fragrant dinner. He held a black earthen jar and ran in with a clatter: "Master!"
"Huh?" Lin Zhen raised his head from a pile of bamboo slips, "Xiaoyuan, what's wrong?"
"Master, you have been busy all day today and you haven't even had dinner yet." Chi Yuan held the earthen jar in front of Lin Zhen and said eagerly, "How about something to eat first?"
Only then did Lin Zhen remember that there was such a thing. She seemed to ignore these unimportant things when she got busy.
She pressed her forehead and sighed helplessly: "Oh, I forgot again."
Chi Yuan looked at Lin Zhen with an expression that said, "Master, you have worked so hard." He thoughtfully helped her open the warm earthen jar and handed her a warm porcelain spoon: "Master.
, how about a drink?”
Lin Zhen took a spoon and stirred it in the earthen jar. Inside was a jar of white rice porridge. You could vaguely see light pink minced meat and salty dried shrimps inside, with a pinch of emerald green sprinkled on top.
Chopped green onions have a strong aroma of rice and meat.
It is a very delicate bowl of porridge, delicious but not greasy. To be honest, Lin Zhen has never eaten anything like this since he came to this world. It sounds a little sad.
Lin Zhen scooped up a spoonful of porridge and took a slow sip. The warm current slid down his throat, leaving a faint umami taste lingering on the tip of his tongue.
How can I put it this way? The taste is very familiar. As soon as you take a bite, you will know whose craftsmanship it is.
Lin Zhen drank another spoonful silently and said to Chi Yuan: "It tastes good. I like it very much."
A happy smile appeared on Chi Yuan's face, and there seemed to be a non-existent tail wagging crazily behind him: "Master, as long as you like it!"
When Lin Zhen finished the jar of porridge, Chi Yuan took out another egg from his sleeve and held it in front of Lin Zhen like a treasure: "Master, this is for you to eat!"
Lin Zhen took the especially warm egg: "..."
Because the food in the army was relatively monotonous, she specifically ordered Xiaoyuan to boil an egg every day to supplement his nutrition. But why did the egg end up in her mouth again?
She looked at the egg, then at Chi Yuan who looked expectant, then she cracked the eggshell and ate the egg in small bites.
006 was shocked and said: "Host, you actually snatched the child's food!"
"This is Xiao Yuan's heart, how can it be wasted?" Lin Zhen patted the residue on his hand, indicating that he had finished eating, and said to Chi Yuan, "Thank you, Xiao Yuan."
Chi Yuan rubbed his face shyly like a little seal.
