Everything that happened on the battlefield was carefully watched by the commanders of the Chinese army under the big army of the enemy and us.

"It can't be!" There were Hun nobles grabbing their hair frantically, watching the fiasco of their own left flank in the distance.

Only one face-to-face.

There were more than a thousand cavalry on Zhelan, and in this way they became the wreckage of severed fingers and the undead, and only a few dozen people survived!

In the past, no one even thought about such a thing.

In the cognition of the Zhelan people, apart from the gods and nature, they have no natural enemies!

The Yueshi of the West? Chopped!

Donghu of the East? Crashed!

Han Chinese in the south? Trampled too!

As for the armies of those small countries in the Western Regions, they are no different from children's toys in front of them.

A charge can make them collapse, cry, and then kneel and surrender obediently, led by the Zhelan cavalry, and brought back to Shan Yuting, one by one clearly marked the price.

But now, a Zhelan cavalry that is enough to sweep most of the steppe tribes has only survived on the Han-Hungarian battlefield for less than half an hour.

If only the time of the battle is counted......

Not enough for a quarter of an hour!

"Baliel, this coward!" There are also nobles who gritted their teeth and scolded with hatred: "He actually surrendered? Zhelan's face and honor were all lost by him! O king, please let me lead the army to bring back this coward's head and sacrifice it to the ancestors and gods! ”

Such remarks quickly resonated, and many Zhelan nobles who had muscles left in their minds asked for war.

However, the king turned a blind eye to these remarks.

His eyes were on the Zhelan cavalry, who were still chasing and competing with the Han army in the vast wilderness.

He looked at it again. Far away on the left flank of their own side, the cavalry that had been defeated after the attack.

He woke up suddenly. The whistle was sounded, and the order was given: "Immediately blow the trumpet!" Immediately! ”

His orders. stunned the other nobles.

Countless people knelt down and begged bitterly: "King, you can't collect troops, you can't collect troops!" ”

There were even nobles who took small knives, exposed their chests, plunged the knife into their collarbones, and shouted frantically: "King, if you withdraw your troops, the slave will die in front of you!" ”

In the dictionary of the Zhelan people. There was no flinching.

What's more, the nobles present were well aware.

This soldier is not easy to retreat!

Once the army is withdrawn, it is tantamount to telling your own tribe - we are defeated!

Defeated by the Han Dynasty!

We can't beat the Han Dynasty!

It's a terrible thing.

It will seriously demoralize the entire army.

It may even lead to a violent reaction from some overly belligerent soldiers.

That's right!

The organization and discipline of the Zhelan people surpassed the Huns.

However, it is also a pure nomadic tribe.

Within the nomads, when the chiefs and nobles make the people below feel unsatisfactory, the people below may at any time take those big people and nobles in the past. The chief's head was screwed off and used as a stepping stone for himself.

And for a long time in the past, the Zhelan tribe has always been crazy and warlike. Indoctrinate in your own people.

This certainly made the tribe as mad and bloodthirsty and warlike as they wished.

However. This also led to a terrible result - when the chiefs and chiefs of the tribes were perceived as cowards and cowards by those below.

Then they will kill them unceremoniously.

Something like that. It has been staged countless times in the history of the Zhelan people.

This tradition in the past. The nobles who persecuted Zhelan, whether they wanted it or not, had to follow the will of the group, become crazy, become bloodthirsty, and become warlike.

And now, it still holds the will of an entire tribe hostage.

The big guy above wants to throw in the towel?

Is there such a simple thing?

Those crazy cavalry and slaves, once provoked, may directly rebel, rush into the big chest, and kill rivers of blood.

However, the will of the king of Zhelan has been decided!

With a whip he knocked over the nobleman who had plunged the knife into his chest, stepped on his head, and said, "Blow the trumpet at once!" Then he slashed off the man's head.

What did King Zhelan not understand, this person was acting, and he was inviting other people's support.

So, in the present, he is a dangerous member.

"After this battle, I, the King of Zhelan, will apologize to the ancestral gods!" He lifted his head and glanced coldly at the audience: "But now, obey orders!" ”

For the Zhelan tribe, apologizing to the ancestors and gods is actually equivalent to the most tragic death.

In order to wash away the deep sins of sinners so that they can be forgiven by the ancestors and gods.

Sinners will be nailed to a wooden pillar by a shaman, and their skin will be peeled alive until the last drop of blood is shed!

The Zhelan people believe that only blood can wash away their sins.

Seeing the appearance and resolute attitude of King Zhelan.

The other nobles finally didn't dare to stop it anymore.

The Zhelan tribe is a contradictory product of madness and unity within the Xiongnu.

They are crazy, bloodthirsty and warlike, but they are united from top to bottom, and the habit of obeying orders is carried out in the blood, in the hair, and into the deep marrow of the marrow.

So, a dozen slaves carried three huge horns and blew the horns.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Three muffled trumpets rang through the battlefield.

On the left and right flanks, the Zhelan cavalry, who were red-eyed, desperately chasing and chasing the Han army, heard the sound.

They reflexively reined in their horses, and then, without thinking about it, turned around and headed towards their own army.

It wasn't until they had run away for a distance that the cavalrymen had their own will, and thought to themselves: "Why did Da Xu blow the trumpet?" Odd! ”

However, for the Zhelan people, obeying orders, Daxu's orders, no matter what the circumstances, is the right thing to do.

However, they retreated.

The Han army was not happy.

"Want to run?" A Han army general looked back, and saw that he had been led to a suitable battlefield, and the meat that was about to enter his mouth was about to fly?!

Immediately, the anger jumped like thunder.

"Chase!" There is a Han general Lerma turned back and ordered.

Thereupon. The cavalry of the Han army, riding their horses forward. Dead bite these Hun cavalry who tried to return to their home formation.

For the Han army, although it is now unlikely that they will completely annihilate these enemies.

But. Want to go back as easy as that?

Is there such a cheap thing?

If you don't leave a little bit of bits and pieces, can you go back?

…………………………………………………………

Standing on top of a chariot, Yi Zong wore a standard red robe of a Han army general, looking at his subordinates who had returned victoriously from afar.

"Wait!"

"The last general is fortunate not to be dishonored, and he will kill the four hundred and eighty-three captives in the north!" Qin Mu bowed for a long time, extremely proud, and as he spoke, he handed a human head to his hand: "This is the head of the Bone Marquis of the Chieftain!" ”

The round opening of the partridge's eyes. The head that was scattered from the cloak had been carefully processed and processed at the moment.

This is a valuable treasure!

Just such a head, at least worth a thousand gold!

There were even several teams, surrounded by a banner of the Huns, and threw it on the ground in front of Yi Zong, and bowed: "General, this is the banner of the Northern Capture and the Bone Duhou!" ”

Sima surnamed Zhang of the Northern Army waited for Qin Mu to finish speaking, and then Shi Shiran saluted: "Jun Hou, the last general of the Northern Army is Sima Zhang Fu." Fortunately, His Majesty's gods, the general strategized, and the soldiers used their lives, and the troops of the Marquis of Balle in the north had a total of 512 horsemen. won the first 417 levels, and gave birth to more than 70 people below the Northern Bone Capital Hou Bale, and captured a battle flag of the Bone Capital Marquis! ”

Zhang Fu's voice just fell. The entire Chinese army took a deep breath.

Born to the north of the bones!

This is an unprecedented achievement!

That's until today. The Han army on the battlefield, captured the highest-ranking Xiongnu nobles.

Return to Chang'an. At the very least, this Zhang Fu also booked a feudal kingdom of thousands of households!

Countless people cast envious, jealous and hateful eyes at him.

They all feel that this product is a winner in life!

A typical representative of the Han dream!

Of course, Sima Qin Mu of the Southern Army is not bad, he can at least catch a 500-household Guannei Marquis, or even a liehou!

Look at these two triumphant guys.

The other Han army officers only felt the fighting spirit boiling in their hearts.

The example of two winners in life is right in front of us, and no one can turn a blind eye.

What's more, before today, these two goods were still the masters of drinking and bragging with the big guys and shopping around Flower Street and Willow Lane together.

In the blink of an eye, people are about to soar into the sky, enter the queue of the Han family's meritorious heroes, the national marquis reserves, in the foreseeable future, fresh clothes and angry horses, court clothes in and out, meet each other, but also bow down, and say "not only so-and-so, worship so-and-so." ”

This is not convincing!

Yi Zong looked at these two people, and also smiled, and said: "The two Simas and the generals have worked hard, let's go down and rest first, the merits of the two, the general has ordered the military judge to record the truth, return to Chang'an, and the general will be in front of His Majesty, for the two Sima and the soldiers, please take credit!" ”

"Don't dare!" Qin Mu and Zhang Fu hurriedly bowed: "Serving Your Majesty, my generation is also destined for heaven, and I dare not ask for a reward!" ”

Then, in a look of envy, jealousy and hatred, they bowed down and retired.

In this battle, they have already fished enough, and they can even say that they have survived!

Even if it is a groom in their army, when they return to Chang'an this time, they may get a reward worthy of a year's income from a middle-class family!

And the meritorious officers and officers basically gave their parents, wives, children and heirs, and got a future that was enough to make the neighbors envious.

Friend, do you want to make a fortune, seal your wife and cute children, glorify your ancestors, or even worship your ancestors?

Then go to the army, the army has everything you want!

Yizong's eyes turned to look at the battlefield where they were still chasing each other.

"Blow the trumpet, command the whole army!" Yi Zong looked at the battlefield, and he felt that the fighter plane was coming.

"Uh......h Woo ......" Two low horns came out of the Han army's array.

The entire Han army was in a large array, and when the horn sounded, all the soldiers who were resting in the formation turned over and turned over under the leadership of the officers.

Yizong's eyes stared at the Hun cavalry who wanted to return to their own formation.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

One of the Huns had to send troops to meet the opportunity of these cavalry.

At that time, the mobile forces of the Xiongnu's own formation will be unprecedentedly weak, and their defenses and formations will not be able to be maintained.

That's the best chance for the Han Army!

But this opportunity is fleeting!

The Huns will not give him much time! (To be continued.) )

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