"How about it? Mr. Gutu? Do you want to reorganize the language? Don't say that I didn't give you a chance!"
Song Yang looked at the bones and said.
Gutu was a little flustered, but still said nothing.
As a leader of the Huns, he has his own backbone.
Not much, just a few!
Song Yang waved his hand, and Yu Ming quickly brought up a roasted whole lamb.
"Come, come, answer the questions, let's eat roasted whole lamb."
Song Yang cut off a piece with a small blade, walked up to Gutu and waved it in front of his nose. The delicious Gutu's stomach growled.
Song Yang didn't feed him, but went to the person next to Gutu.
Then he asked the same question as before, about the basic situation of the Xiongnu army.
This man was a noble Hun noble and a general.
He couldn't understand Dagan dialect, so Song Yang asked Wang Xiao, who could speak Dagan dialect, to translate.
After Wang Xiao finished translating, the man immediately explained.
Compared with Gutu's loyalty, this guy has no principles when it comes to roast mutton.
Everything I knew was told.
After Song Yang heard this, he immediately stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth.
Then he turned to look at Gutu and said, "Mr. Gutu, you two are not talking about the same thing. Someone will be punished soon!"
After saying that, Song Yang walked towards the third person.
"Hello, brother. The first two have said it, do you want to say it or not?" Song Yang asked the question with a smile and then added.
Although the third person cannot hear what the second person is saying.
But seeing that Song Yang and the second person were both smiling after asking the question, he thought that both the first two had done it.
Then he has nothing to hide, he naturally knows what to say.
Song Yang curled his lips. Numbers 2 and 3 were basically the same. Gutu had indeed lied.
After asking around for a while, except for the bones and soil, the answers were basically the same.
There are still about 550,000 Xiongnu troops. Among them, 50,000 are in Suiye, 50,000 are in Shule, and 100,000 are in Gumo Prefecture.
There are about 350,000 people here in Qiuci.
The composition of the Huns soldiers is extremely complex.
The Huns account for less than 40%, and the rest are Persians, Turks, Yali, Yuezhi, Parthians, Oghuz, Urdu, and a few white people.
It's okay when the chaotic combination of the Huns' army wins a battle, but once it fails a few times, someone will immediately jump out to cause trouble.
"Okay. The first round of the game is over. Only one participant is different."
"Mr. Gutu, since you are different, I will give you this punishment."
Song Yang walked to the field and said loudly.
The other Xiongnu nobles were all stunned, they had nothing to do!
I wipe it!
This makes you look unreasonable.
But there was nothing that could be done about it, and the ancient Huns secretly decided to tell lies next time.
Song Yang looked at the bones and soil with a smile, then turned around and walked to the Tiger Crouching Cannon.
"Lao Yu, bring over the cannon." Song Yang patted the tiger squatting cannon and said.
"Okay! Come right away." Yu Ming ran away quickly.
Soon a cannon rolled over.
This cannon is so heavy that it usually takes two people to aim it.
Song Yang was able to push it away by himself.
Song Yang turned to the cannon and aimed the gun truck in the direction of the bones and aimed for a long time.
"Mr. Gutu! Are you ready?" Song Yang waved to Gutu.
Gutu looked at the black hole of the muzzle, and his hair stood on end.
But he really didn't know this thing, but his intuition told him that it was scary.
Gutu swallowed and applied it, but decided to hold on.
He felt that he was the third most powerful figure in the Huns.
He should not be executed directly.
He can endure a beating or whatever.
When Song Yang saw that Gutu still had no intention of repenting, he immediately became interested.
"Old Marquis, I like hard bones like bones and soil..."
"This kind of hard bone is shattered spectacularly!"
Song Yang spoke very loudly, and then lit the artillery fuse directly.
Song Hui was stunned, and Song Yang started firing. Was he going to send away the bones and soil directly?
Song Yang looked at the stunned Old Marquis and pointed at his ears and said loudly: "Old Marquis! Plug your ears!"
Song Hui subconsciously plugged his ears and Wang Xiao was the same.
As soon as my ears were blocked, I heard a loud bang.
Wang Xiao was the closest and was so frightened that he sat on the ground.
Old Marquis Song Hui also looked at the cannon in confusion, this thing is so loud!
The artillery was actually blaring outside the city before. Although it kept rumbling, I didn't expect it to be deafening.
Those Xiongnu leader nobles were also confused, what is this?
It's thundering?
Then everyone thought of the bones and soil tied to the front.
When I looked up, the bones and soil were still there.
But he was already dizzy.
His face turned pale and he was frightened.
Not far from Gutu, there was a small house before.
As a result, the small house collapsed with one shot!
Gutu saw with his own eyes that the house was collapsed, and sawdust from the destroyed house flew everywhere, covering Gutu's head and face.
If you hit him this time, he will be turned into a scumbag!
I have never seen this kind of power before, and I was so frightened that I twitched away.
"Your Majesty! This... this is the power of artillery! It's simply shocking!" Song Hui said in shock as he looked at the collapsed hut.
"No wonder the prince can defeat the Xiongnu army! With this magical weapon, he is invincible in the world!" Wang Xiaoqiujin and other generals of the Western Army were all stunned.
The leaders of the Huns suddenly understood why the king abandoned them and ran away.
If you don’t take pictures, are you waiting to be beaten?
"No! I have to tell the truth later!"
"You can't tell lies! It's better to eat meat!"
"Isn't this thing going to ring suddenly when it's facing me? No, I have to ask and say whatever I want later!"
The Xiongnu leaders and nobles immediately changed their hearts.
No one wants to become a pile of rubbish like that house.
…
"Huh? Why is the bone and soil still there? Wake him up quickly."
When everyone is thinking wildly, shocked, amazed, and dumbfounded.
Song Yang suddenly pointed at the bones and shouted.
It was as if he had just discovered that he had fainted.
Song Chengwang jumped out first and ran over happily.
Roll up your sleeves and slap Gutu on the head twice.
"Pop!"
The originally droopy head was suddenly whipped up.
"Get out of here!"
I was so dizzy that I was woken up by two slaps. It was really a tragedy.
Song Yang walked over leisurely and said to Gutu with an apologetic look:
"Um... I'm sorry, Mr. Gutu. I have been away from the army for a long time and have neglected artillery practice. I accidentally fired the gun just now."
"But it's okay! We also have professional gunners!"
After saying that, he pointed at Song Chengwang and said: "This is my eldest nephew! He is also the commander of the artillery battalion. Let him try it again this time and ensure a hit with one shot!"
After saying that, he stepped aside, as if he were hiding from a wooden stake of bones and soil.
After listening to Song Yang's words, Song Chengwang glanced at Song Yang and understood immediately.
Nodding slightly, he ran back to the cannon, took a quick look, and shouted to Gutu: