Pang Nuan looked at the grassland on the other side of the river with a melancholy expression. Although it was still far away, from the smell of blood in the air, he knew clearly that a war had just occurred here.
On the grassland on the other side, several Xiongnu elite cavalry passed by from time to time. After discovering that Zhao Jun did not rush over, they chose to turn around and return.
"The Huns seem to have conquered all the barbarians nearby." Yan Ju said worriedly.
They were not idle these days. They conquered another branch of Loufan and some small tribes, and fought all the way from the clouds to the place where Yangshan (today's Wula Mountain) intersects with the river.
The river made a few small bends here, first flowing north, hitting Langshan Mountain, then turning eastward, hitting Yinshan Mountain, then turning southward, and then turning again south of Yangshan Mountain, turning around again and heading south. Eastward flow.
Because the Yinshan Mountains have withstood the cold current from the north, coupled with the nourishment of the Yellow River, the water and grass here are rich, suitable for farming and grazing, and cattle and sheep can be seen on the wind-blown grass, which is called the Hetao.
Dozens of Hu tribes, large and small, live here. Now, Zhao and the Huns are interested in this place at the same time.
"Shall we continue?" Qing Qin asked. It was obvious that there was an army of Xiongnu stationed on the other side of the river, and the number could not be counted at all. And their army only had 18,000 people, and the rest were vassals. There is an essential difference in strength that even Zhao Feiqi cannot make up for.
Although the military spirit army is powerful, it is not invincible. Just like a fierce general, it can be used to quickly break the balance when the two sides are not much different, but it does not mean that one can defeat ten thousand.
"Can Zhao Feiqi cross the river?" Pang Nuan looked at Yan Ju.
Yan Ju shook his head. Although Zhao Feiqi could fly in name, it was only for a short distance. It was still a bit fanciful to cross the river, even though the river here was already very narrow.
"There is a sudden change in the world. All the legions are getting stronger. Has Zhao Feiqi not changed?" Pang Nuan asked with a frown. If this is the case, it will not be a good thing for Zhao and Qin.
The military soul legions of other countries are crippled and useless. Except for Chu State, which still has one military soul legion, the remaining military soul legions of the four countries of Yan, Qi, Han and Wei have been completely destroyed. Only Qin and Zhao have multiple military soul legions.
From a military point of view, Qin and Zhao are in a state of crushing the other five countries. However, if the strength of the Army Soul Legion remains unchanged and the strength of other legions increases, it is equivalent to increasing the strength of the five countries in disguise.
"Yes, but it's very slow." Yan Ju said. The Military Soul Legion is already an existence that has reached the limit of the world. Other legions need to put in one point of effort to improve their strength. The Military Soul Legion has to put in ten or even twenty points of effort. Every step of the way. Every step is difficult and dangerous.
And there is one more thing that Yan Ju did not mention.
He himself is not the founder of Zhao Feiqi, and his own abilities are not particularly outstanding. He can only be regarded as an above-average figure. He is not a perfect match for Zhao Feiqi. The reason why he can command Zhao Feiqi is just that the Empress Dowager Zhao was In order to seize military power as soon as possible, I just handed Zhao Feiqi over to him.
In the past few years, he worked hard to learn the knowledge of cavalry, understand Zhao Feiqi's abilities and talents, apply Zhao Feiqi as much as possible, and barely be able to bring out all of Zhao Feiqi's abilities.
But that’s all at best!
Since ancient times, the appearance of a legion depends entirely on the general who commands it. Changing a general is almost equivalent to changing a legion.
As soon as most generals took over the legion, they began to re-create it according to their own ideas and make the legion what they wanted.
If you succeed, you will become a super powerful army that perfectly suits you. If you fail, then you will be finished...
Yan Ju obviously didn't have the courage. Of course, it was fortunate that he didn't have the courage, otherwise there would be no Zhao Feiqi now.
His approach preserved Zhao Feiqi's abilities to the greatest extent, but at the same time, it also placed a heavy yoke on Zhao Feiqi.
This decision cannot be said to be bad. In fact, when his own capabilities were insufficient, Yan Ju's approach was undoubtedly a good one. Many countries also did this in order to retain the capabilities of their legions.
But when you want to improve your strength, the conservative approach is somewhat insufficient.
In other words, the existence of Yan Ju restricted Zhao Feiqi's development.
Yan Ju once wanted to tell Zhao Kuo about this, but he was reluctant to give up on Zhao Feiqi. He did not create this army, but he also devoted his own efforts.
Moreover, this is the most powerful legion in Zhao State after all!
This is an honor that not everyone is willing to let go of.
"Let's wait for a while." Yan Ju sighed inwardly.
While several people were discussing, the Xiongnu Chanyu had already received news of the arrival of Zhao Jun.
He was just about to order two days of repairs, and then send troops south to attack Quyan, merging all the forces of the Hu people and using the human sea tactic to decisively fight the Zhao State. Unexpectedly, the Zhao army arrived at this moment.
First, there was a violent vibration on the ground, and then, a black line appeared on the horizon, approaching Zhao Jun at an extremely fast speed. Within a few breaths, Pang Nuan saw the figure of the Huns army.
"Zhao Feiqi from the State of Zhao!" The Xiongnu Chanyu looked at the Zhao army excitedly. This is the strongest army of the State of Zhao. If they can be destroyed here, the Xiongnu will be more sure of defeating the State of Zhao.
The other Hus had a look of fear on their faces. They had no intention of defeating Zhao Feiqi. Unlike the Xiongnu, they had been frightened by Zhao Feiqi for so many years.
"Mud can't hold up a wall." Gu Tu glanced at the other barbarians, spat, and said disdainfully.
King Xiuming and others smiled and did not refute.
"Chanyu, we have no way to cross the river." said a general.
Without the Zhao army, the Xiongnu army could slowly cross the river. Whether it was building rafts or pontoon bridges, they could send the army across. But the Zhao army was on the other side. As long as the Xiongnu army dared to cross the river, the Zhao army would definitely launch an attack. In the end, even if
Even if they successfully cross the river, they will suffer heavy casualties.
Of course, he could also choose to cross the river from other places with shallow water, but it would have to take at least a few hundred miles of detour. By the time they crossed the river, Zhao Jun would have disappeared.
Shanyu looked gloomy, obviously thinking of this.
"The Xiongnu dare not cross the river, let's stimulate him." Pang Nuan showed a faint smile on his face and ordered, "Zhao Feiqi listens to the order and fires the arrow!"
Zhao Feiqi's bow had a far greater range than ordinary bows and arrows. He easily crossed the river and fell into the Xiongnu army. The Xiongnu army had no defense and many people did not react.
The arrow sank into the flesh and blood and exploded with a loud bang. The soldiers' arms, shoulders, and heads exploded instantly. Blood and minced meat flew everywhere, and the war horses neighed and fled in all directions crazily.
"Retreat! Retreat!" the Xiongnu Chanyu ordered quickly.
But at this time, Zhao Feiqi had already shot a second wave of arrows, covering almost the entire sky in front of the Xiongnu. This group of barbarians neither had the ability to avoid the arrows, nor did they have the super defense power of the Xuanjia Army and the dense arrows. As it rained, people kept falling to the ground.
"Keep going!" Yan Ju said excitedly. In just a few breaths, Zhao Jun killed thousands of barbarians without spending a single soldier.
"Okay, okay, the Huns are running away, don't waste arrows." Pang Nuan stopped him in time.
He looked at the Xiongnu's leaving figure and turned around, "It's time for us to go back."