The Xiongnu in this camp led the thousands of households of the Xubu clan, which was the four famous families of the Xiongnu and the son-in-law of the Xubu clan. According to the Xiongnu tradition, although he is not the eldest son, he has the opportunity to become the successor of the tribe.

The thousand households of the Sub clan woke up in a dream, and hurriedly rushed out of the big tent with a lance.

As soon as he jumped on the horse, he saw a white-clothed fierce general rushing over, with five spear flowers flashing with a golden spear in his hand, and went straight to the door of the Thousand Households of the Sub Clan!

The thousands of households of the Subu clan hurriedly waved their lances to block, but the Yang family's marksmanship, which has been passed down from generation to generation, is so subtle that Yi Di can resist it.

The spears blocked by the horse lance are all false moves!

"Poof!"

The golden spear of Su Yingchiel came out of nowhere, and a shot pierced the ribs of the thousand households of the Subu clan.

"Ahh

"Death!" Yang Yanzhao shouted, drew a gun and whipped it backhand!

"Smack!"

In the middle of the Thousand Households Door.

The Huns were covered with blood and fell from their horses.

Yang Yanzhao hurriedly turned the horse's head, and the war horse neighed to announce victory, and the golden spear was poking at the enemy's heart!

Yang Yanzhao speared the thousands of households of the Xubu family, and the first camp of Xubu was in chaos.

Yang Yanzhao didn't dare to fight, led the night attack warriors, slashed all the way, went out from the north gate, killed to the northwest, and turned to the west.

The city of the Yin Pavilion had already prepared, opened the west gate, and welcomed the night attack warriors into the city.

Fifty warriors, only a few casualties. Although there was no time to cut off the enemy's head, this time the night attack, more than 100 enemies were annihilated, and the commander Yang Yanzhao even picked the Huns with a gun, and in the Yin Pavilion City, the cheers shook the sky.

……

In the Hun camp outside the city, the atmosphere was completely different.

During the Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu were hereditary by the Yu clan. In addition to the Shan Yu tribe, the Xiongnu also had four famous clans, namely: Huyan clan, Xu Bu clan, Qiu Lin clan and Lan clan.

In the court of the Xiongnu king, many important auxiliary positions were hereditary by the four famous families.

The thousand households of the Subu clan are the children of the four famous clans, because they are young, they do not have many soldiers, but their status in the Xiongnu is extremely noble.

The Xiongnu were brave and aggressive, and it was an honor for the nobles to die in battle. However, it was a great shame for the Huns to be attacked by the Han squad and the nobles were killed.

Be sure to get revenge!

The Huns were already like fire, and when they suffered such a blow, they immediately organized various tribes to launch a crazy attack on Yinguan City.

The Xiongnu's siege skills were lacking, and after the rage, they were even more chaotic and undisciplined, and they were even more impatient and violent.

The rangers rushed under the city walls, and the bows and arrows as dense as a storm shot at the head of the Yin Pavilion City.

The Huns of the first battalion of the Subu clan were even more crazy. If their masters die in battle, they will be put to death by their tribes. Only by fighting to the death can we keep the name of loyalty and courage and save the lives of our families.

The Xiongnu of the Subu clan, carrying a simple ladder and braving the rain of arrows from the rangers of other tribes of the Huns, rushed to the city of Yinguan.

Many of the Subu clans died at the hands of the cavalry archers of other tribes, but some of them rushed to the head of the castle.

This is the first time that the Hun soldiers have rushed to the city since the siege of Yinguan City for more than half a month!

But what awaits them are steel knives and spears!

Yang Yanzhao, on the north city wall, running from east to west, on a chiseled golden gun, the plain white tassels have already been dyed blood red!

One by one, the Huns were killed, and blood rolled down the barrel of the gun......

The blood of the enemy is the most perfect nourishment, and the chiseled golden spear is more and more dazzling, flashing with the light of a divine soldier, releasing infinite power!

"Hey!"

With Yang Yanzhao's heavy drinking, the last Xiongnu was picked off the wall of the Yin Pavilion.

Although the Xiongnu were brutal, the distance between the two zhang was still up and down the city wall. Those who stand proudly on the city of the Yin Pavilion are still the warriors of the Han Dynasty!

The Hun soldiers under the city were timid.

They really couldn't figure out that after half a month of siege, the Han army guarding the Yin Pavilion still had such amazing combat effectiveness.

The Xiongnu were not reconciled, but had to give up again and retreat to the camps of their respective tribes. But he didn't dare to be careless, and sent additional sentry patrols to prevent the Han soldiers from sneaking up again.

……

On the city of the Yin Pavilion, there was no cheer of victory.

This time the battle was too tragic.

On the city wall, there are corpses of the Huns everywhere, as well as the dirty blood that gradually spreads.

The casualties of the Han soldiers were also extremely heavy.

From the beginning to the end of the siege, the Hun light cavalry under the city did not stop firing bows and arrows at the city.

The Han soldiers defending the city braved the dense rain of arrows and fought with the Hun soldiers who climbed the city wall.

More than 100 people died in the war!

Almost all of the survivors were wounded by arrows!

Lucky......

The Hun rangers threw from the bottom up, and when the feather arrows flew to the city wall, the strength had been attenuated by half, and most of the Han soldiers who were hit by the arrows were not seriously injured.

Yang Yanzhao seemed to not know what pain was, and casually pulled out the two feather arrows shot on his body.

The blood quickly soaked through the robe, but he didn't realize it, and slowly wiped his beloved plain chisel golden gun.

The white tassels had long been soaked in blood and condensed into a dark red lump with a fishy smell.

The golden gun is Yang Yanzhao's favorite. Keeping the tassels of the spear head plain white is his only habit. He couldn't tolerate a little stain on the tassel, and after each rush, he had to replace it with a clean and white tassel without a single stain.

And his personal entourage also gave him an additional task, to go to the crown clothing shop and ask for white silk leftovers. As soon as he has leisure, he will use a special grate to comb the white silk scraps into slender snow-white silk threads, and then carefully bundle them into tassels for Yang Yanzhao to replace at any time.

Because he combed and bundled tassels all day long, his relatives also had a nickname - tassel Xiaobai.

"Tassels."

Yang Yanzhao, as usual, shouted, stretched out his hand, and waited for Xiaobai to hand over the tassels.

"Tassels!"

No one answered, and Yang Yanzhao shouted loudly.

"Commander......" A timid voice responded with a crying voice, "Xiaobai, martyrdom ......"

"Huh?!"

Yang Yanzhao's body was shocked and jumped up.

But he didn't move, he didn't roar.

In such a tragic battle, everyone must be ready to sacrifice their lives for the country at any time.

Tassel Xiaobai died, like all warriors, on the battlefield to defend his homeland.

"I'll go see him."

Yang Yanzhao's voice was unusually calm, but it shocked every strong man next to him.

He slowly came to the place where the remains of the martyrs of the Han Army were displayed, and saw the tasseled Xiaobai at a glance.

On the child's body, there are still a few Hun feather arrows, and in his hand, what he is holding is a plain white tasseled flower......

Yang Yanzhao knelt down on one knee.

The strong men behind him were all wounded, but they supported each other and knelt down with the commander.

Yang Yanzhao gently broke Xiaobai's hand and took off the tassel. The plain white tassel is stained with patches of blood, but in Yang Yanzhao's eyes, this tassel is the most beautiful! The most magnificent!

Solemnly changing into tassels, Yang Yanzhao carefully pulled out the feather arrows on Xiaobai's body one by one, took out a sweat towel, and carefully wiped the blood stains on the arrows.

"Brothers." Yang Yanzhao stood up slowly, and the hand holding the feather arrow trembled.

"This is the arrow that the Huns shot into the city, we must shoot all these arrows into the hearts of the Huns, and avenge the dead brothers!"

"Revenge!"

Hundreds of voices erupted in rage.

Yang Yanzhao raised the golden spear and swore word by word: "The people are here, the city is there." ”

Together, the warriors raised their weapons in the air.

"People are here, the city is there!"

Among Gao Qing's weapons, the blood-stained plain white tassels, like fluttering battle flags, stood tall!