Several people who were proficient in Chinese emerged from the Xianbei people. They slowly approached the high ground and stopped at a place outside the range of the Han army's crossbows. They shouted loudly: "Zhang Jun surrenders, and more than a thousand soldiers can be saved!" They roared loudly, and the Xianbei army behind them also waved their long swords and let out waves of strange screams to suppress the Han army, which was less than a thousand men. When Zhang Huan heard this, his expression remained as usual and he pursed his lips.
The faces of the officers and soldiers of the Han army varied. Some were fearful, some were determined, and some were still hesitating. However, they were all waiting for the general's order without saying a word. Among the Xianbei army, people standing aside were silent. He whispered: "Wang, that old man Zhang Huan will never surrender. It's better not to give them a chance to recuperate. Just attack with the army and eradicate this person completely!"
Tan Shihuai shook his head, with some pity on his face. He really wanted to get Zhang Huan's help. This man was also the warrior he admired most in his life. He raised his head, licked his lips, and shouted: "If When Zhang Jun comes to Xianbei, I will greet him with my throne and rule with me, regardless of superiority or inferiority!" After hearing his order, the surrounding soldiers were obviously stunned, including Si Fu on the side, who was also shocked, but frowned. He frowned and said nothing.
Tan Shihuai looked at them and said, "Give me the order!"
Only then did these messengers roar again: "My king has said that if Mr. Zhang comes, he will greet you respectfully with the throne, and he and my king will rule the world together regardless of their superiority or inferiority!"
"Heirs can be hereditary!" Tan Shihuai added.
"Heirs can be hereditary!!!" the messenger shouted.
Zhang Huan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, laughing extremely loudly. The soldiers behind him looked at him blankly. Zhang Huan looked at the tens of thousands of Xianbei troops below and said, "I would like to be a great man and a farmer. He is the king of Xianbei!"
"I would rather be a great man than a king of Xianbei!!" the soldiers shouted behind Zhang Huan.
Zhang Huan turned around, looked at them, and said: "Today is the day when I, Zhang Huan, will kill the enemy. You all have parents and wives. I don't want to force each other. If anyone wants to survive, you can die with me." Keep on living, thank you!" He bowed his hands and suddenly tore off his broken armor. With both hands, he raised the tattered Han flag. On the flag was a blood-red "Han" character. There is also a hideous and terrifying head at the top!
"The great man Zhang Huan is here!!!" Zhang Huan roared with all his strength, and rushed towards the Xianbei army on horseback! For a moment, everyone in the Xianbei army was shocked, looking at this old man rushing towards them alone. The veteran actually felt a bit of respect in his heart. As for Tan Shihuai, he sighed helplessly. Just now, with a solemn face, he shouted: "The front army charges!!". Suddenly, the Xianbei army shouted, tens of thousands of cavalry Charge your horse towards the high ground!
The momentum is overwhelming!!
"The Changshui camp of the Han Dynasty is here!!!"
"The Han Cavalry Camp is here!!!"
The Han army commanders in the rear roared loudly, wiped the tears on their faces, and followed Zhang Huan, launching the most tragic charge! Zhang Huan ignored this! He was getting closer and closer to the opponent. The cavalryman put the flagpole in his hand flat towards the front, "Click~~", the flagpole stabbed directly into the chest of the Xianbei man in the front, knocking him off the horse, and at the same time, four or five long knives slashed at this person. On the veteran!!
Zhang Huan gritted his teeth, pulled out the flagpole, and thrust it into the neck of another Xianbei man. His head was broken and blood spurted out. At the same time, the Han knight behind him also slammed into the Xianbei army.
They kept charging and stabbing with their spears. When the spears broke, they pulled out the Han swords from their waists and fought one after another. When the Han swords also broke during the slashing, they flew forward and pulled
Along with the Xianbei people in front of them, they fell off their horses and were trampled to death in the chaos!!!
Tan Shihuai stood up suddenly. He clearly saw the faint black rushing into the gray tide, slowly disappearing, and then continuing to move forward. He gritted his teeth and screamed in pain.
He said: "Such a brave man, why can't you use it for me!!!" The Han soldiers fell down one after another. The landslide on this highland has turned into a sea of rocks and blood, with dead horses and corpses blocking the surrounding area.
It was so tight that the Xianbei cavalry couldn't even charge anymore!
In this mountain of corpses, Zhang Huan was alone, leaning on his horse, with bloody wounds all over his body. Only one hand was holding the banner of the Han army, looking at them fiercely, with the Xianbei army surrounding him.
Keep staring at him, Si bowed in the middle of the army, looking at him with some fear. Just now he also rushed in with the army, wanting to kill Zhang Huan's head with his own hands and present it to Tan Shihuai. Unexpectedly, this
The old man was so brave that one of his arms was cut off by Zhang Huan and he almost died!!
Seeing Zhang Huan looking straight at them, after a while, Si Fu realized something was wrong. He approached Zhang Huan cautiously, and stabbed him with the spear in his hand. Zhang Huan was directly stabbed by the spear, but he didn't.
Any reaction was just to stare at him coldly. At this time, Si Fu breathed a sigh of relief and shouted in Xianbei dialect: "Zhang Huan is dead!!", and many knights raised their hands high.
Hu Dao shouted: "Zhang Huan is dead!!"
"Zhang Huan is dead!!"
Tan Shihuai shook his head sadly, as if he was feeling sad for Zhang Huan. Sifu happily rode back and came to Tan Shihuai. He got off the horse again, holding something in his hand and raising it above his head.
It was dedicated to Tanshihuai, but this thing was Zhang Huan's head. Zhang Huan still opened his eyes wide and glared ahead. The whole head was bloody, and there was no intact place. His white hair was blowing in the wind.
With.
Tan Shihuai leaned down and took Zhang Huan's head. He didn't care about the bloody head and kissed Zhang Huan's forehead. He stretched out his hand and closed Zhang Huan's eyes. Then he lowered his head and looked at Si Fu.
Nodding his head, he said: "You are very good. Once I win Wuwei, I will make you the leader of the west!" Sifu, who was originally in high spirits, was suddenly startled and looked at Tan Shihuai in surprise.
He was able to take charge of the west because he himself was a Dingling native of the west and had deep roots, while Yi Zhuo was a Xianbei native and he was a Wuhuan native.
As a native of Wuhuan, he naturally has great power and deep roots in the Xianbei region in the eastern part of Liaodong region. However, if he is transferred to the west, he may seem to be promoted, but in fact, he will be deprived of power. He wants to rise in the west.
Will these many tribes in the west completely obey Tan Shihuai, a Wuhuan, just because of his order? Obviously not, but he has no way to resist!
If Yi Er Chuo and Yi Li were still there, they might be able to resist this king if they united, but now, he was the only one, and no matter what, he was no match for this king. He suddenly remembered everything from beginning to end.
He Lian, who had never appeared, thought of the Yili Qiaoqiao who died tragically in the army, and the blank western, central and even eastern areas. He understood a little bit. He smiled bitterly and then said: "Thank you for the gift of the king!
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"Find me a man who is good at craftsmanship, and I will make Zhang Huan's head into a wine bowl, inlaid with gold and jewels, as my heirloom treasure!"
"It is the greatest honor of my life to drink with the head of such a brave man!"