Yi Zhixie was very angry. He had no intention of winning the war against the King of Juntun, but he did not expect to lose so miserably and completely. Although the number of people was not as large as claimed, it was still 70,000 to 80,000 Huns.
Human. The life of the Huns on the desert steppe was not easy. A child needs God's grace from birth to adulthood. But this time it was better. With 80,000 people, the last trace of the Huns' strength was almost exhausted.
Naturally, the Juntun King did not end well. He was chopped into pieces alive and fed to the wolves. The territory and people of the Juntun King naturally fell into the hands of Yi Zhixie. During this period, he was surrounded by those who came and went without a trace.
The Han cavalry was struggling a lot, so he could use the tribe of the King of Juntun to supplement him, which would make him feel more comfortable.
Yi Zhixie remembered what Li Shaojun said in the Golden Tent. Since the Han army was so strong that the Huns could not shake it, should the Huns really retreat into the desert as predicted by the Heavenly Master? To be honest, Yi Zhi said
Xie was unwilling to just retreat like this. At the beginning, he was bent on becoming a Chanyu, and he was pursuing the goal of reviving the Huns. Whether it was his brother or nephew, in Yi Zhixie's eyes, he could not be regarded as a hero of the Huns.
But the current situation did not go as he had imagined, and it went astray. He drank a sip of water, coughed twice, and took a short rest with his eyes closed. His weak body seemed increasingly unable to withstand his powerful heart.
: "Master, is there any warning from yesterday's celestial phenomena? Is there any will from the gods?"
Li Shaojun shook his head and sighed: "The sky has been chaotic these days, and I can't see very clearly."
"How does the Heavenly Master understand Heaven? What should we, the great Huns, do?"
"This... I dare not say anything unreasonable. I am just explaining God's will for the Shanyu. As for where the Xiongnu will go? The Shanyu is the Shanyu of the Xiongnu. Please let the Shanyu make his own decision on this matter."
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Yi Zhixie coughed so hard that it looked like he would choke to death on his own phlegm. The Yan family on the side quickly helped Yi Zhixie calm down: "Tianshi, just tell me if you have anything to say, Shanyu
It’s already like this, so don’t let Shanyu work too hard. Our Xiongnu’s life and death hangs by a thread now, so we hope that the Heavenly Master will give Shanyu more help.”
Li Shaojun hurriedly saluted: "If you are just happy or angry, then I will make a false statement once. According to my past experience in serving the gods, if the gods do not send down a new decree, it means that the previous decree is still correct, so..."
Yi Zhixie finally stopped coughing and beat her chest and feet: "Is it because God wants to destroy me, the Huns?"
After several twists and turns, coupled with these consecutive defeats, the losses were huge. In the hearts of many Huns, they have the intention to give way. This is the real Huns. Although the Huns have the physique and tenacity of barbarian people, they
Thanks to the tact and wisdom of the Han people, the Huns today are no longer the barbaric Huns they were in the past. They are caught between barbarism and civilization and don't know where to go.
It is precisely because the Huns have both the ruthlessness of the barbarians and the agility of the Han people; they have the tradition of the steppe people to be content with the situation and the suspicious character of the Han people. That is why the Huns can neither stick to their beliefs nor lack the final courage.
, otherwise the Xiongnu would not have been lost in the long river of history hundreds of years later. They forgot the roots of the Xiongnu, but only learned the skin of the Han people.
Yi Zhixie was unwilling to give in. He wanted the Han people to pay some price, otherwise even if he retreated to Mobei, he, the Chanyu, would have come to an end. The Huns respected heroes, and a Chanyu who was beaten away by others, or cowardly Han people,
He has naturally lost his qualifications as a Chanyu, unless he can save some face. So, Yi Zhixie set his sights on Huo Qubing and his gang who had disturbed Lang Juxu. The orders he gave to Ashina's subordinates were very overbearing. If
If Ash's tribe can't bring back Huo Qubing's head, he will come back with the head himself.
The three thousand wolf cavalry are the army commanded by the Ashina tribe. The wolf is the god of the Huns, and the cavalry named after the god is naturally the most elite cavalry of the Huns. In the past, these people were used to defend Shanyu's golden tent. Sending them out shows that Yi
Zhi Xie hated Huo Qubing so much.
"Report..., report to Sima. Three thousand cavalry are found in the rear. They will catch up with us in half an hour."
Zhao Polu was shocked: "What's going on? You're so close before you come to report? Didn't I ask you to explore fifty miles?"
The scout quickly said: "Report to Sima, the few scout teams in front have been surrounded and annihilated by the Huns. The younger one also came back with all his life to report the news. In order to protect the younger one, our corps commander and others may have..."
"Do you know whose troops these Huns cavalry belong to?"
"I don't know yet, but each of these cavalrymen has two horses, but they all have armor, and no one has a red feather on their head. They fight bravely and fiercely!"
"Ah! It's broken!" A voice suddenly came from the carriage. Princess Nangong's head appeared outside the carriage: "No, the one with the red feathers on the head is the Huns Wolf Cavalry. This is the most courageous army among the Huns.
I didn’t expect Yi Zhixie to actually send them.”
"Wolf Rider?"
Princess Nangong said: "Zhao Sima, we will never be the opponent of these three thousand wolf cavalry. I think we should avoid it immediately. If..., forget it, if Zhao Sima doesn't want to see us die so tragically, we must not hesitate.
!”
What are the Wolf Riders like? How powerful are they? Not many people know about these people, because those who have seen them are either dead or missing. Zhao Polu has been traversing the grasslands for many years when he was in the Thorn Horse Thieves, and he has no idea about the reputation of the Wolf Riders.
Of course he understands. He also knows that if you are targeted by the Huns' wolf cavalry, no matter how you dodge on the grassland, you will never be able to escape the wolf cavalry's pursuit.
Zhao Ponu glanced at Huo Qubing, who was still unconscious in the carriage, took a deep breath, and said to the scout who was still kneeling on the ground: "Send the order to set up camp immediately and build defenses. Why don't we leave!"
Princess Nangong opened her eyes and asked: "Zhao Sima, you..."
"Princess, don't worry, I will send someone to send the princess and the captain back to Yanmen Pass. We will stop the wolf cavalry here and buy time for Her Royal Highness the Princess!"
Ignoring Princess Nangong's roar, Zhao Polu turned his horse around and went to greet his soldiers to build a camp and conduct official business. There were no trees or stones on the grassland, and everything at a glance was weeds as tall as a person. If you want to build here, you can withstand it.
The cavalry's fortifications were a complete fantasy. Zhao Polu took off the saddles of all the horses and barely built a two-foot-high low wall outside the camp, hoping that these things could slow down the wolf cavalry.
Eight hundred cavalrymen have been fighting for several months. Even if they do not die on the battlefield, diseases, traps, etc. will cause considerable losses. Now Zhao Polu can only use less than half of the original force. Concentrate everyone on the saddle.
In the open space behind the low wall, Zhao Polu did not hide anything and told the whole story. There was no need to hide anything at this time, and he had to let these subordinates die clearly.
"The wounded, the property, and the princess, the captain will escort with fifty people. The others will stay here with me to block the wolf riders. They will be held back for at least three days. Unless they are all killed, they will not take a step back!"
"Never take a step back!" The roar from the four hundred people was not loud, and it could not carry as far as the howl of a wolf in the open grassland.
Zhao Polu laughed loudly: "Very good, we are all big men and good boys, go and take out all our wealth, and fight to the death with the Xiongnu Wolf Cavalry right here!"
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
Seeing that the Han people actually used saddles to build a low wall, Ashina did not laugh, but became cautious. He had experienced the Battle of Yanmen and knew how terrifying the weapons the Han people had were. Since the Han people dared to rely on
The fact that four hundred old, weak, sick and disabled people and this low wall are blocking us is a good illustration of the problem. Either the Han people are crazy, or they have some conspiracy.
Three hundred wolf cavalry howled and rushed over. Zhao Polu stood behind the low wall, holding his sword in one hand and holding the saddleless horse with the other, looking calmly at everything in front of him. Five hundred steps forward, the Hun wolf cavalry
Started to accelerate. Three hundred steps, the Hun Wolf Cavalry already held the bow in hand. One hundred steps, with the momentum of the war horse, black arrows rose from the Hun Wolf Cavalry and flew towards Zhao Polu.
"Raise the shield!" The tall wooden shield was raised, completely covering the four hundred men and horses. In a short time, arrows fell from the sky, and the wooden shield was about to shatter. Just as the rain of arrows was heard,
Zhao Polu opened his shield, and the Xiongnu wolf cavalry was already in front of him.
"Kill..." Zhao Polu shouted, the first to get on his horse, the first to cross the low wall, and rush towards the Huns.
Asch saw it clearly. This time, the Han people did not play any tricks and were entangled with their own people. There were no terrible explosions, no dazzling fires, only the collision of weapons with weapons, and the collision of weapons with flesh.
With their brave charge, the Wolf Cavalry surrounded the Han people, and then divided and surrounded them, encroaching step by step. If nothing else happened, those Han people would have been killed without any effort. These Han troops were also elite. If not
This group of Han people had endured months of hard fighting, and just three hundred wolf cavalry might not be able to stop them.
Zhao Polu is undoubtedly the most dazzling one among them all. He rushes from left to right, and every time his weapon is waved, a Hun wolf rider will fall off his horse. However, the number of Han people must be too small. Seeing that the Han army is about to be destroyed,
The mood of Asch's tribe turned sour inexplicably. Three hundred people, two hundred people, one hundred people! There were fewer and fewer Han people. There were only a dozen Han people gathered around Zhao Polu, and everyone was
With injuries.
"Woo..." The bull horn sounded, and the Huns' wolf cavalry finally stopped attacking. They formed a circle from a distance and blocked Zhao Polu and several others inside. Zhao Polu didn't recognize Asshi's tribe, but he looked at it from his head.
Judging from the decoration on it, this person is the leader of this wolf rider.
There was still a long way from Asch's tribe. Zhao Polu threw the weapon in his hand on the ground: "I have killed one hundred and seventy-three Hun dogs, which is enough! If you have the ability, kill me."
, otherwise I won’t let you go even if I go to the end of the world!”
Ashina stared at Zhao Polu for a long time: "Are you Huo Qubing? Why is your hair also curly?" (To be continued)