In normal times, the lower reaches of the Youhe River were a paradise for animals, with various waterfowl, deer and sheep drinking and playing here. But today, they were frightened and migrating in the opposite direction. The deer and sheep fled quickly with their slender legs, and the green heads and yellow backs
Wild ducks were chirping and flying around.
The entire river mouth became a battlefield between Qin and the Xiongnu. The atmosphere in the battlefield was oppressive and there was no room for living things.
Only at a very high position, an eagle was still soaring leisurely, as if it didn't care about the fight that was about to happen below.
The eagle shooter Ulan was riding on his old horse, gently stroking its thick mane to keep it calm in front of thousands of horses, while at the same time he glanced enviously at the eagle high above.
If he had the height and vision of an eagle, he could count how many enemies there were in the dense Qin formation on the opposite side. But now, his sight was limited to a corner of the battlefield.
When the battle is approaching, the Hun rider next to him is inevitably a little nervous, but in Wulan's heart, he is silently counting another more important number...
"Five tens, one nine..."
Fifty-nine, this is the number of Qin people he has killed!
Counting, this is a skill that Ulan learned when he grew to the height of a wheel. He was once a lowly shepherd boy, herding horses and sheep for the tribal leader.
At that time, his eyes were still bright, and he stood on the grassland, staring at the eternal sky in a daze. The sun burned his face red, the wind roughened his skin, and his nose was full of snot.
The job of the shepherd boy is not difficult. He holds stones in his hand and keeps throwing them to stop the stupid sheep from wandering around. Every day before sunset, the sheep must be counted. If one is missing, he must find a way to retrieve it.
If he can't get it back, what awaits him is a cruel whipping.
At that time, Wu Lan originally thought that his life would be spent like this, living with the sheep all day long chasing water and grass. Even when sleeping, he would murmur in his sleep, counting cattle and sheep, for fear of losing one.
But when he reached the age where he could ride a sheep and shoot birds and mice with a bow, he showed his talent in archery. As he grew older, he could shoot foxes and rabbits with a hard bow, and gained a lot. So he changed from a shepherd to a specialized hunter, and
After tracking for three days and three nights, he found a golden eagle near its nest, shot it, and presented its beautiful feathers to Da Danghu, thus gaining the reputation of "The Eagle Shooter".
Everyone in Helan Mountain admired him. He married the most beautiful girl from a neighboring tribe. Her eyes were as bright as the moon. She made sweet and sour koumiss and gave birth to four children. Although three of them died in infancy,
The youngest son is still strong and has grown to the age of counting sheep.
Later, although Wulan was blind in one eye, he could still get prey. When the tribe migrated to the royal court, he occasionally went with the Dang household to rob people hiding in the earthen walls, and shot and killed the Yan and Zhao people who were farming.
Seizing their wealth, life is dull but rich...
Until that flag embroidered with the word "李", it came suddenly, and according to the custom of the Huns, it was reported to the Huns themselves. The entire riverside tribe south of Qingshan Gorge turned into a sea of fire, and Ulan's mother, wife
They all died, and his son also had his eyes chopped off. A group of people were tied to ropes and groped all the way to Helan Mountain, and finally died in his arms.
The condor's tears dried up at that moment, and Ulan's heart was dead at that moment. Revenge was the only thing that kept this body's daily struggle alive.
He tightened his bow string, carved blood lines on his forehead, and swore to the sky that hundreds of people from the tribe died unexpectedly, and he would kill a hundred Qin people to avenge them!
Since the battle for Huamachi last year, Wulan has shot and killed fifty-nine Qin people, the most among the Huns. For this, he was given fifty-nine wines by Danghu and Shanyu, and he was promoted to do it.
Captain of thousands.
Among the Qin people he killed, there were the rangers who encountered him suddenly, the scouts who were ambushed by him, the outnumbered Shangjun chariots, and even the Qin people who were trapped in Baiyang Mountain.
There was a puddle not far from the Baiyang Mountain. Wu Lan suggested that the Great Chanyu deliberately let go of the siege there. Every night, there were always thirsty Qin people who wanted to secretly go to draw water. Wu Lan took advantage of the situation.
The moon at night shot them to death by the water. After a few days, at least twenty or thirty Qin people died there.
Ulan actively participated in every battle, using his arrows to harvest lives one by one.
Although he did not know the overall situation of the battle, he knew that this battle at the mouth of the river would be the decisive battle.
It is also the best opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish for revenge! Because the Qin general who slaughtered his tribe is right across the street!
However, Danghu Xubu Sheng did not order him to attack. Seeing that the tribesmen in the front row had already galloped out and rushed towards the Qin army on the opposite side, Wulan could only suppress his impulse and carefully observed the battle with his sharp single eye.
The Qin generals were stupid. They hid behind the car barriers. The Huns had almost nothing to do with them. Sooner or later they would retreat. But they suddenly moved and tore through the defense line themselves. But the most stupid thing was to deploy thousands of soldiers on the right wing.
Cavalry, this is an attempt to engage in a head-on cavalry battle with the Huns!
"No one can fight against the Xiongnu on the grassland, not the Yuezhi, not the Donghu, and not even the Qin people." Before setting off, Guduhou next to him said confidently.
"Yes, the Qin people should have been prepared to die under their hooves from the moment they mobilized their horses." Ulan agreed with his words.
Wulan had seen the Qin people's cavalry and could see that they were well-equipped, but their cavalry and shooting were somewhat different from the Huns. If the Huns all used copper and iron arrow clusters and were equipped with the same armor as the Qin people, it wouldn't matter if they were one against two.
Down.
At present, the Huns have more than 10,000 cavalry against the Qin army's 5,000 or 6,000 cavalry. If they defeat the Qin army's infantry and Shanyu's main force before the winner can be determined, and then outflank the infantry from the side, then this battle will be over.
Won.
But Da Danghu was still a little worried, so for the first time he only asked Marquis Gudu to bring Qianqi to test it out.
The cavalry method of large-scale battles on the grassland is different from the chaotic fighting encountered by hundreds of cavalry. Generally, a group of hundreds of people is organized, and they take turns to charge forward and shoot. After the front team completes one round of shooting, it moves laterally to give up its position.
, the second team charges again. If the enemy is defeated by the arrows, they can rush in directly and end the battle with knives and short spears. If the enemy is not in chaos, they can gallop and shoot again, and at the same time try to surround them, dismount and shoot.
The Yuezhi and Donghu who were enemies of the Huns in the past also fought in this way. The Shangjun cavalry they encountered some time ago were divided and destroyed by the Huns before they could show their fighting skills.
But today, it was different. The Huns cavalry who was the first to roar out and engage the Qin cavalry were defeated inexplicably...
Wulan only saw the Qin Army's banner embroidered with the symbol "Li" on the opposite side gently waving, and more than a thousand cavalry were sent to charge up to fight the Huns' cavalry. However, they did not go back and forth near the place.
When galloping to about a hundred paces, instead of slowing down, it accelerates forward!
Its speed was unimaginable, and it was in front of the Huns in an instant. The cold spears were flattened, and countless sharp blades were instantly inserted into the front row of the Huns' cavalry, causing the Huns who only had time to shoot two rounds of arrows to flip over.
The Qin cavalry who took the lead in the attack also suffered many casualties in the impact, but they quickly withdrew. Behind them, hundreds of Qin soldiers mobilized their horses, and a new wave of attacks began...
In this way, the Qin Cavalry teams repeatedly attacked. The Huns were caught off guard and could only fight back with bows and arrows. However, their bone clusters and stone arrows hit the Qin Cavalry's armor and did not cause much damage, and the short blade in their hands could not be touched.
The enemy. The iron spears and bronze swords of the Qin army are extremely sharp. As long as they touch a little, they can make the Huns' skin bleed, or even stab them directly through the chest!
Qin Qi pushed forward with such force that a thousand Huns were like chopped weeds, with no room for resistance. They were quickly separated and retreated. There were screams everywhere, and they lost their masters.
The horses are running around...
Marquis Gudu returned in embarrassment with the remaining defeated soldiers. The whole household was furious, but Wu Lan noticed a detail.
"When did the people of Qin become so skilled in riding skills that they could ride their horses and control their weapons at the same time?"
You know, the Qin cavalry in the past had to stop their horses before they could fire their bows and crossbows. Some of those with poor riding skills even had to hug their horses' necks tightly to prevent them from falling off while galloping at high speed.
"The people who survived Tiger Mountain didn't lie."
Da Danghu's face turned livid: "The Qin people's horse gear is really weird!"
Although he couldn't understand that Qin Qi suddenly became so powerful with those horse gear and this new strategy of hedging without hesitation, but on the battlefield, the big players couldn't think about it because they were head-first.
Man Shanyu has sent people to urge the battle several times.
At present, the infantry of the Qin army are constantly advancing outwards, and Touman Chanyu also mobilizes ten thousand people to rush forward and shoot, but he still cannot easily break through the formation of his chariots and spears. He needs to defeat the Qin cavalry in large numbers and cooperate from the side.
attack!
"Ulan, can you see that flag?"
Dadanghu pointed at the enemy flag that Wulan had been staring at for a long time, with large red characters on the bottom. In the previous battle, it had been waving gently. The scouts with small flags on their backs passed the news back and forth, scheduling the killing.
"People around Shan Yu said that it was the flag of General Li Xin of Qin. He was under that flag. The people of Qin called him General White Horse!"
Wulan understood what Da Danghu meant. The only way at the moment was to let more than ten thousand Xiongnu cavalry swarm up and fight with the Qin cavalry. Wulan, with the most skilled warriors, rushed through the gaps between the fighting, shooting
Kill the enemy general!
In every herd of wild horses, there is a leading horse. As long as the leading horse is there, the horses can still fight back against the wolves in an organized way and escape pursuit. If the leading horse dies, they will disperse.
"How about it? Condor shooter, do you dare to hunt that white horse for me?"
Wu Lan looked into the distance. The Qin cavalry who had returned to their position retreated to the rear to rest. The ones who came in were a new batch of cavalry. They calmly stopped in place, standing like an iron wall. Behind the iron wall,
It’s the big flag with the character Li raised high...
This is the most difficult hunting ever for a vulture shooter holding a bow and arrow!
The blood lines carved on his forehead ached faintly, as if the scar was about to be opened again, allowing the hot blood filled with hatred to flow out again.
Wulan got off the horse without saying a word, picked up the white mud on the ground, mixed it with water, and applied three white lines on both sides of his cheeks.
This is a sign of never returning from a fight to the death!
Ulan pointed at the flag and said loudly:
"Thank you Da Danghu for giving Wulan from Helan Mountain a chance to kill his enemy with my own hands! I will shoot this arrogant white horse with my own hands, chop off its head, and present it to Da Shanyu with its beautiful pony tail.
