Everything that happened on the battlefield was carefully watched by the commanders under the banner of the Chinese army on both sides.
"This is impossible!" A Hun nobleman scratched his hair frantically, looking at the disastrous defeat of his left wing in the distance.
Only one person passed by.
More than a thousand Zhelan cavalrymen were reduced to broken limbs and undead, with only dozens of them surviving!
In the past, no one would even think about such a thing.
In the Zhelan people's perception, except for gods and nature, they have no natural enemies!
Western Yuezhi? Chopped!
Donghu from the East? It was smashed!
The Han people in the south also trampled on them!
As for the armies of those small countries in the Western Regions, they are no different from children's toys in front of them.
A single charge can make them collapse, cry, and then surrender obediently on their knees. They are led by the Zhelan cavalry and taken back to Shan Yuting. Each one has a clearly marked price.
But now, a Zhelan cavalry capable of sweeping most of the grassland tribes could only survive on the Han-Hungarian battlefield for less than half an hour.
If we only count the time spent fighting...
Not even a quarter of an hour is enough!
"Balie, this coward!" Some nobles gnashed their teeth and cursed: "He actually surrendered? Zhelan's face and honor have been lost to him! Your Majesty, please let me lead the army to kill this coward.
Bring your head back and sacrifice it to your ancestors and gods!"
Such remarks quickly aroused resonance, and many Zhelan nobles who only had muscles left in their minds asked for a fight.
However, King Zhelan turned a blind eye to these remarks.
His eyes looked at the Zhelan cavalry who were still chasing and competing with the Han army in the vast wilderness.
He looked again and saw, far away on his left wing, the cavalry that was defeated miserably after attacking.
He suddenly woke up, blew the trumpet, and issued an order: "Blow the troop call immediately! Immediately!"
His order shocked other nobles.
Countless people knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, we can't withdraw our troops. We can't withdraw our troops!"
Some nobles even took a knife, exposed their chests, pierced the knife into their collarbones, and shouted crazily: "Your Majesty, if you withdraw your troops, that slave will die in front of you!"
In the Zhelan people's dictionary, there is no retreat.
More importantly, the nobles present knew it very well.
This soldier is hard to retreat from!
Once you withdraw your troops, you will be telling your tribe that we have lost!
Defeated by the Han Dynasty!
We can't defeat the Han Dynasty!
This is a very terrible thing.
It will seriously demoralize the whole army.
It may even lead to violent reactions from some soldiers who are too bellicose.
correct!
The organization and discipline of the Zhelan people surpassed that of the Huns.
However, it is also a pure nomadic tribe.
Within the nomadic people, when the leaders and nobles make the people below them feel unsatisfied, the people below may at any time twist off the heads of those big figures, nobles, and chiefs in the past and use them as their own stepping stones.
In the past long years, the Zhelan tribe has been instilling madness and warlikeness into its own tribe.
This certainly made the tribe members go crazy and bloodthirsty and warlike as they wished.
However, this also leads to a terrible result - when the leaders and chiefs of the tribe make the people below them feel that they are cowards and cowards.
Then they will kill him without mercy.
This kind of thing has happened countless times in the history of the Zhelan people.
This tradition, in the past, forced Zhelan's nobles to follow the will of the group whether they wanted to or not. They became crazy, bloodthirsty, and warlike.
But now, it still kidnapped the will of the entire tribe.
Does the big shot above want to admit defeat?
Is there such a simple thing?
Those crazy cavalry and slaves, once provoked, may directly rebel, rush into the big army, and kill everyone in a bloody manner.
However, King Zhelan’s will has been decided!
With a whip, he knocked over the nobleman who had thrust the knife into his chest, stepped on his head, and said: "Blow the call to arms immediately!" Then he cut off the man's head with a knife.
King Zhelan didn't understand that this man was acting and inviting other people's support.
So, now, he is a dangerous member.
"After this battle, I, King Zhelan Gutu, will apologize to the ancestors and gods!" He raised his head and scanned the audience coldly: "But now, obey the order!"
For the Zhelan tribe, apologizing to ancestors and gods is actually the most tragic death.
In order to wash away the deep sins of sinners so that they can be forgiven by ancestors and gods.
The sinner will be nailed to a wooden pillar by the shaman, and his skin will be peeled off alive until the last drop of blood is shed!
Zhelan people believe that only blood can wash away sins.
Seeing King Zhelan’s appearance and determined attitude.
The other nobles finally did not dare to stop him anymore.
The Zhelan tribe is a product of the contradiction between madness and unity within the Xiongnu.
They are crazy and bloodthirsty and warlike, but they are united from top to bottom, and the habit of obeying orders has been implemented into their blood, hair, and deep into their bones.
So, a dozen slaves carried three huge horns and blew the horns.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!" Three deep horn sounds spread throughout the battlefield.
On the left and right wings, the Zhelan cavalry, who were desperately chasing and chasing the Han army with red eyes, heard the sound.
They reflexively reined in their horses, and then, without thinking, turned around and headed towards their own military formation.
It wasn't until they ran a certain distance that these cavalrymen had their own will, thinking in their hearts: "Why did the emperor blow the troop call? Strange!"
However, for the Zhelan people, obeying orders and Dahu's orders is the right thing to do under any circumstances.
However, they retreated.
The Han army was not happy.
"Want to run away?" A Han general looked back and saw that he had been led to a suitable battlefield. The meat that was about to enter his mouth was actually about to fly?!
Immediately he flew into a rage.
"Pursue!" A Han general reined in his horse and turned around to give the order.
Therefore, the Han cavalry rode forward and bit the Huns cavalry who tried to return to their own formation.
For the Han army, although it is now impossible to completely annihilate these enemies.
But, do you want to go back just as easily?
Is there anything so cheap?
Can I let you go back without leaving any scraps?
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Standing on a chariot, Yi Zong was wearing a standard red shirt of a Han army general. He looked at his subordinates returning from victory in the distance.
"Your Majesty!"
"Fortunately, the last general lived up to his command and killed four hundred and eighty-three levels of northern captives!" Qin Mu bowed and bowed, extremely proud, and said. He presented a human head in his hand: "This is the bone capital of the captive chieftains."
The head of the lord!"
The partridge's wide eyes and disheveled head have been carefully processed and processed at this moment.
This is a very valuable treasure!
Just such a head is worth at least a thousand gold!
Several more team leaders gathered around a Xiongnu flag, threw it on the ground in front of Yi Zong, and said, "General, this is the flag of the Beilu Zhe Lan Gu Du Hou!"
Sima Zhang of the Northern Army waited for Qin Mu to finish speaking before he paid his respects: "Your Majesty, I will be the last general of the Northern Army's right camp Sima Zhang Fu. Fortunately, Your Majesty, the general has planned the strategy and the soldiers have used their lives to defeat the Northern captives."
Guduhou Bale's command totals 512 cavalry. If you win the first 417 ranks, you will have more than 70 people below Guduhou Bale from the North, and one of his Guduhou battle flags will be captured!"
As soon as Zhang Fu finished speaking, the entire army took a deep breath.
Born as the Duke of Beilu Gudu!
This is simply an unprecedented achievement!
This is the highest-ranking Xiongnu nobleman captured by the Han army on the battlefield so far.
Returning to Chang'an, this plan at least reserved a feudal lordship with thousands of households in the city!
Countless people looked at him with envy and jealousy.
They all feel that this guy is the winner in life!
A typical representative of the Han dream!
Of course, the Southern Army Sima Qin Mu is not bad either. He can at least get a Guannei Marquis with 500 households, or even a Lieutenant Marquis!
Look at these two smug guys.
The other Han army officers only felt the fighting spirit boiling in their hearts.
Two examples of winners in life are right in front of us. No one can turn a blind eye.
What's more, before today, these two guys were the ones who drank and bragged with everyone and went shopping in Flower Street and Liuxiang.
In the blink of an eye, he will soar into the sky and become a hero of the Han Dynasty. In the foreseeable future, the ranks of the national princes' reserves will be dressed in bright clothes and furious horses. They will come and go in court uniforms. When they meet, they will bow their heads and say, "I'm not talented in so-and-so."
, pay my respects to a certain king."
No one is convinced by this!
Yi Zong looked at these two people and smiled, saying: "Thank you for your hard work, you two Sima and other generals. Let's go down and rest first. I have ordered the military judge to record the achievements of these two people truthfully. When we return to Chang'an, I will definitely be there."
In front of His Majesty, I would like to commend the two commanders and soldiers!"
"Don't dare!" Qin Mu and Zhang Fu hurriedly bowed: "It is our destiny to serve your Majesty, and we dare not ask for any extravagant reward!"
Then, with envy and jealousy in their eyes, they bowed and left.
They have made enough from this battle, and it can even be said that they are full!
Even the grooms in their army may receive a reward that is equivalent to the annual income of a middle-class family when they return to Chang'an this time!
The meritorious soldiers and officers basically gave their parents, wives, children and heirs a future that was enviable to their neighbors.
My friend, do you want to make a fortune, have a wife and children, honor your ancestors, or even become a marquis or prime minister?
Then join the army, the army has everything you want!
Yi Zong's eyes turned to look at the battlefield where they were still chasing each other.
"Blow the bugle and give orders to the entire army!" Yi Zong looked at the battlefield and felt that the fighter planes were already coming.
"Woo... Wu..." Two low horns sounded from the Han army's formation.
When the entire Han army formation heard the sound of the horn, all the soldiers who were resting in the formation turned over and got on their horses under the leadership of the officers.
Yi Zong's eyes were fixed on the Huns cavalry who wanted to return to their formation.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
A Huns had to send troops to meet the opportunity of these cavalry.
By that time, the Xiongnu's mobile force will be unprecedentedly weak, and their defense and formation will be unable to maintain.
That is the Han army’s best opportunity!
But this opportunity is fleeting!
The Huns will not give him much time! (To be continued.)
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