The Hun King ran away and went directly back to Gumo Prefecture.
They gave up the 60,000 Xiongnu soldiers in Kucha City, as well as Gutu and other Xiongnu generals and nobles.
Compared with their own lives, these people are nothing.
The Hun King ran away, and the Hun soldiers in the city had no hope.
So the Xiongnu general, the third most powerful person in the Xiongnu army, Mr. Gutu, was captured.
"Are you just bone soil? Tsk tsk! I saw it from a distance a few times, but I didn't expect the real person to look like such a bear!"
Song Hui looked down at Gutu. This old boy looked extremely cunning with his sinister eyebrows and mustache.
"Hmph! I am the Huns general, you can't insult me like this!"
Gutu took off his shirt and tied him to a pillar. This guy was not honest, so he grabbed his neck and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Fart! What a bullshit noble!"
"Snapped!"
Song Hui slapped him so hard that the bones and melon seeds almost flew out.
"It's expensive! Tell me what's expensive! Are you on your knees?"
Even though the old general is over sixty years old, a man with military background can easily kill a molar with his bare bones...
"Ahem!"
At this time, Song Rui coughed, and Song Hui stood busy with his hands tied.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back..." Song Hui scratched his head in embarrassment.
When Song Yang first arrived, the old general forgot that now Song Yang is the biggest here.
Song Yang hadn't asked any questions yet. He went up to kill two molars on the back of the man's back. This was something he couldn't say without letting anyone know!
Song Yang smiled and waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you should treat the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The slap of the warlord is just right! Haha!"
Song Yang laughed and said.
Song Hui also laughed.
He is the general who conquered the west and also the governor of the army.
Song Yang called him the Governor of the Army. From the perspective of a prince, this was more intimate.
After the civil war in the city stabilized, Wei Nan had people open the city gates to welcome Song Yang into the city.
It was already past dawn and the sky was bright. Song Yang had not slept all night and was still very energetic.
Song Yang met Song Hui, and Song Hui immediately bowed down and said he was a thousand years old.
In fact, the two of them have known each other for a long time. Song Hui was a celebrity when he was in Beijing.
Although he didn’t have a close relationship with Song Yang, a junior, he would still meet him when attending various banquets.
The two immediately started chatting when they met.
When the Renaissance Army soldiers brought the artillery into the city, Song Hui's eyes widened.
Even though he had never seen such a thing as an artillery piece, when Song Hui saw the artillery piece, his instinct told him that this thing was the sharp weapon that rumbled just now.
Song Yang introduced the performance of various artillery pieces to him, and the old man hurriedly wanted to test the cannons.
Therefore, the artillery was set up at the small school field in the inner city.
Originally, we were looking for a few random targets, but when we were about to find them, the soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army caught the bones hiding in a rice vat in a private house!
Then the bones and soil were tied to the pillars, and the muzzle of the artillery was pointed at the bones and soil.
Gutu whined and screamed.
They say that with the blessing of the shaman god, they will definitely defeat Da Gan.
So Song Hui slapped him angrily.
"Old General. I'll fight you, but I'll leave you alive first. I want to ask you something."
Song Yang walked forward.
Song Hui hurriedly took a step back and clasped his fists and said, "My lord, just ask, if he doesn't tell the truth I will whip him!"
Gutu wanted to yell something through his neck, but he saw Song Hui rubbing his hands and looking at him.
Gutu thought that a good man would not suffer the immediate consequences, so he could only turn his head and not look at Song Hui.
"Tell me about it. What's the situation of your Huns now? How many troops do you have? Where did you get so many people?"
The information about the Xiongnu that we had before was all obtained from the mouths of the Xiongnu prisoners.
The accuracy and timeliness of the news are definitely not as good as the third-ranking figure in the Huns.
It is indeed correct to say that he is the number three figure.
The King of the Huns, also known as Chanyu, was the number one figure.
The number two figure was King Zuo Xian, who stayed in the rear to guard the Xiongnu lair.
Other Xiongnu nobles, such as King Youxian, King Zuoguli, and King Youguli are all vacant.
In order to centralize power, the King of the Huns did not grant these kings at all, and it turned out that they were all killed by him.
Wang Jue only left one younger brother, King Zuoxian.
Wang Jue became a general at once, and General Zuo was originally occupied, but he died in the battle a few years ago and became vacant again.
Gutu is the right general.
Now he has become the third most powerful figure in the Huns.
Gutu understands Daqian language, so he can naturally understand what Song Yang said.
It's just that he was hesitating whether to tell Song Yang truthfully.
"Hmph! If you want to get away with it, be careful I slap you!" Song Hui rolled up his arms and sleeves and wanted to step forward and slap him.
Song Yang waved his hand and said: "Old general, there is no need for this. I am the most reasonable person and I have always convinced others with virtue."
"This... prince is so righteous"
Song Hui scratched his head. He really believed it. After all, he didn't know Song Yang very well.
"Lao Yu."
"The humble position is here!"
Song Yang turned around and called out, and Yu Ming ran over immediately.
"Go and see how many nobles have been arrested in total. Name the named ones and bring them all." Song Yang ordered.
After that, he said to Song Hui: "Old general, thank you for your hard work and get some more stakes here to save Mr. Gutu from loneliness and boredom."
Song Hui chuckled and said, "Okay, my lord, please wait a moment, the stakes will be here soon!"
Song Hui went to find the wooden stakes. Gutu looked at Song Yang with some trepidation and asked: "You...what are you going to do!"
"It's nothing. By the way, you haven't said anything yet about what I asked you just now."
Song Yang pinched his chin and said.
"Let me tell you! Our army has 7...800,000 troops, all of whom are Huns and are very capable in fighting!" Gutu was still dishonest, so he knew he was talking nonsense.
Although he felt that the young man in front of him was a little strange, he didn't take Song Yang seriously.
He thinks Song Yang is too kind to a woman, or is he still a reasonable person?
Those who make sense will be buried in the ground!
Song Yang listened indifferently. Whatever Gutu said, he nodded "Oh, okay."
After a while, Yu Ming helped seven Xiongnu leaders come over, and Song Hui also found seven stakes.
duangduangduang
There was a row of wooden stakes.
According to Song Yang's requirements, each pile was spaced fifteen meters apart.
The small school grounds were not even used and turned into a circle.
"Remove all the people behind the piles." Song Yang ordered.
Song Hui waved his hand, and Wang Xiao immediately ran to evacuate the people.
Those who were guarding in the distance also withdrew.
When Gutu saw that the people behind him had withdrawn, he felt a little excited. He even hoped that the remaining Huns soldiers hiding in the dark would come to rescue him.
However, he soon became unhappy.
A squatting tiger cannon is placed in front of each of the eight pillars, each facing the eight Huns mini-bosses on the pillars.
"Come! Let's play a game. I will ask you the same question. You must answer it individually without letting others hear it."
"If your answers are the same, then I'll reward you with eating meat together!"
"If your answers are different...hehe! The punishment will be known soon!"
After Song Yang finished speaking, he did not give them a chance to refuse, but directly asked the question he had just asked Gutu.
After asking, he glanced at Gutu and said, "How is it? Mr. Gutu? Do you want to reorganize the language?"