On the north bank of Baishui, countless Hun battle flags hunted and flew in the wind.

On the bank of the river, Qubei held the reins in one hand, pressed the handle of the straight knife at his waist with the other, and stared at the Luoyang army on the opposite side of the river bank without blinking.

The camp of the Luoyang Army has never moved, except for the occasional few hundred fast horses galloping back and forth, there is no sign of any movement of the army.

"Right Virtuous King!" A Xiongnu general stationed in the back of the Qubei side, looked at the Luoyang army camp on the opposite bank as if he was going to Bei, and whispered to the Qubei: "The Luoyang army seems to have no sign of crossing the river at all, this is not the Luoyang Wangzhi, our army slaughtered the Central Plains people, I am afraid it will not make the Luoyang army angry, attack our army first!" ”

"Kill again!" Tightly twisting his brows, he was silent for a moment before he said to the Hun generals behind him: "The king of Luoyang has always cherished the civilians, and killed all the men and women in the nearby walled cities to the barracks for the soldiers to enjoy!" ”

"Okay!" After receiving this order, the Hun general had an evil smile on his face, waved behind him, and shouted at a Hun soldier not far behind him: "Order 30,000 soldiers and horses, and follow this general to find the Central Plains!" ”

Hearing that they were going to find the Central Plains people again, the nearby Huns broke out with a rough and evil laugh.

Having participated in the last massacre, they knew how much benefit they could get from the Central Plains people slaughtered by them while the swords in their hands were stained with the blood of the Central Plains people.

Women, wealth, and wealth can give the Huns the greatest satisfaction in an atrocity that slaughtered the Central Plains. For them, the massacre was nothing more than fun, a means of making a windfall. As for the Central Plains people who were killed by them, they didn't have to think about it at all.

It didn't take long for the 3,000 Hun soldiers who were about to go to slaughter the Central Plains under the leadership of the Xiongnu general, and went out of the camp to find the nearest walled city.

The Huns didn't know what to do, and before their 3,000 people set off to find the Central Plains walled city, Zhao Yun had already led 500 Luoyang army elite horsemen, detoured downstream of Baishui, and quietly crossed Baishui.

Although it was close to summer, Zhao Yun and the five hundred spirit riders, who had just crossed the white water, still felt that the wind was blowing on their bodies, and they were a little cold.

Everyone had crossed the river, and Zhao Yun turned to a cavalryman who was following behind him and asked, "Where is the nearest village?" ”

Before coming here, the Luoyang scouts explored the nearby terrain and drew a map.

Hearing Zhao Yun's inquiry, the soldier took out a map drawn in sheepskin from his arms, looked for it, pointed to a place on the map, and said to Zhao Yun: "Baishui Village, a total of more than 700 men, women, and children!" ”

Since Cai Lun invented paper, paper has been widely used in a certain range. However, because the paper is not suitable for soaking in water, the maps of marching and fighting are still mostly drawn with animal leather.

The map that the soldier took out was a marching map made of sheepskin.

"It's a big stockade!" Knowing that there was a village with a total of more than 700 men, women and children nearby, Zhao Yun nodded and said to the soldiers who took out the sheepskin map: "Lead the way in front and go straight to Baishui Village!" ”

"No!" At the command, the soldier took the sheepskin into his bosom, answered the call, put his legs on the horse's belly, and rushed forward first.

When the soldier rushed out, Zhao Yun and five hundred elite armored cavalry followed, and hundreds of Luoyang army cavalry rolled towards Baishui Village marked on the map like a red wave.

Baishui Village is located on the bank of the Baishui River, hence its name.

The village is not made up of clans with the same surname, as in many villages, but of many refugees who have fled from all over the country.

The refugees came to the shore of Baishui in groups and found that it was very suitable for long-term habitation, so they stayed. In the long run, on the shore of Baishui, such a village with a population far larger than ordinary villages has been formed.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen village women carried the dirty clothes of their men and children in wooden basins, laughed and came to the shore of Baishui, chatting and washing their clothes on the shore.

They didn't know what to do, and while they were doing their laundry, bad luck was creeping up on them.

As she was washing her clothes, a village woman felt the earth tremble slightly, and there was a faint roar like thunder in her ears.

She turned her face and looked in the direction of the unusually strong feeling.

"Shun'er Niang, what's wrong?" The village woman was looking into the distance, and another village woman who was squatting beside her came closer to her, squeezed her eyes, and asked in a strange tone, "But do you miss your good looks again?" ”

"Go, go!" was turning her head to look into the distance, and was urged by the village woman on the side, knowing that she was being teased, Shun'er Niang's face turned red, she tilted her body, and pressed her shoulder against the village woman beside her, and said angrily: "You don't have a good relationship, last time in the wheat field, I saw you and the descendants in the village arch into the haystack." ”

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, my family has a bad temper!" was teased by Shun'er Niang in turn, and the village woman also blushed, and said with a white glance at Shun'er Niang: "If he listens, I don't know if I will take it seriously!" ”

"But Shun'er Niang, what are you looking at?" first replied to Shun'erniang, and then the village woman glanced into the distance with some curiosity and asked Shun'erniang.

"Looks like a lot of horses are coming!" The village woman asked what she was looking at, and Shun'er Niang turned her head again, looking into the distance, and her brows gradually twisted as she spoke.

The feeling of the earth trembling grew stronger and stronger, and soon all the village women on the banks of the river heard a roar like thunder.

Almost all of the women in the village stood up one after another, each of them looking into the distance with concern on their faces.

A cloud of smoke and dust gradually rose in their field of vision, and the sharp-eyed Shun'er Niang was the first to see that the person riding on horseback was actually a Hun in sheep's clothing, raised her hand and pointed at the smoke and dust, and let out an almost soulless scream: "Huns! ”

Shun'er Niang's shout suddenly made the village women on the bank of the river panic, and they didn't care about the clothes that were still being washed, and ran towards the village not far behind them while shouting "the Huns are coming".

The people of Baishuizhai are all people who have migrated from all over the world, and they have endured severe elimination during the migration.

Many of the old, weak and weak-willed people have long been turned into dry bones on the roadside on the way to migrate, and those who finally arrive here are strong and strong-willed people.

The village women ran into the village, screaming heartbreakingly, as they ran home.

When they heard that the Huns were coming, they knew what the Huns would do to their villagers, and knew that once the Huns came, the men, women and children of the entire village would surely die.

Where are the men willing to sit still? When the village women who ran back to the village shouted "The Huns are coming", the men in the village rushed out of their homes with firewood knives, sickles, hoes and other farm tools.

"Folks, the Huns are here!" In the clearing in the middle of the stockade, an old man who looked like an elder of the village was shouting to the men who were flocking to him.

The old man was about sixty years old, his hair was white, and his face was already full of weather. But his wrinkled face, like a walnut, had a pair of piercing eyes.

He looked around at the villagers who were rushing to him, and shouted to them: "Wherever the Huns go, women will be abused by them, and all men will be killed by them!" Although there are not many people in our Baishui Village, we do not have sophisticated weapons like the army. But the men in our Baishui Village are not bad breeds! Since the Huns dare to come, we must make them look good! ”

"Kill the Huns!" As soon as the old man's words fell, a young man with a hoe raised it high and let out a shout.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of men from Baishuizhai raised their farm tools high in their hands and let out the same shout.

"We're all men!" Raising his hands and pressing twice on the villagers, the old man shouted to the villagers present: "The eggs that are born under our crotch are not only used to pestle women's bodies!" The Huns are coming, we have to fight with them, protect our women, protect our children! ”

"Fight with them!" The thunderous sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the men of Baishui Village also raised the farm tools in their hands at this time and let out a chorus of shouts.

"Flatten this stockade!" Leading 3,000 Hun soldiers, to the outside of Baishui Village, the Hun general pulled out a straight knife at his waist, pointed to the stockade in front of him, and shouted to the Hun soldiers behind him: "Kill all the men, and after the women are happy on the belly, bring the women who look pleasing to the eyes back to the army, and keep them for the other brothers to be happy!" ”

"Haha As soon as the shouts of the Hun generals fell, the three thousand Hun soldiers broke out into a burst of evil laughter, and then all the Hun soldiers clamped their legs on the horse's belly and rushed into the stockade.

The houses in the stockade are connected, the passage between the houses is very narrow, the Huns rushed into the stockade, the cavalry could not be used at all, only two or three horses side by side in the stockade back and forth, looking for people to slaughter.

Many Hun soldiers even lit torches and threw them on the nearest houses, using smoke and flames to drive out the villagers who were hiding in the houses.

Many of the houses in the village were on fire, and under the light of the fire, thick smoke billowed up into the sky, converging in mid-air, and from a distance, it looked like a giant dragon writhing in the air.

The men in the village, under the leadership of the old man, took advantage of the terrain in the stockade to fight the Huns.

But what they held in their hands was not a weapon, but a tool used in the field.

A Hun soldier rode his horse and rushed towards a villager, raised a straight knife in his hand, and slashed down before the villager could come to his senses.

The knife flashed, and the slashed villagers didn't even let out a miserable howl, their heads were split and half-pulled, and the severed heads gushed blood and brains, and they fell straight down.

The Hun soldier killed a person, and he was complacent, but his waist and eyes suddenly hurt, and a hoe smashed on his waist.

The hoe did not fatally wound him, and the Huns turned the reins around and lifted their straight knives to slash at the villager who swung a hoe at him.

At this moment, another villager with a sledgehammer in both hands raised the sledgehammer high and smashed it towards the head of the war horse under the crotch of the Hun soldier.

The horse's head was smashed hard by the hammer, and with the muffled sound of the hammer touching the horse's head, the horse fell to the ground. The Huns on horseback were also taken off their horses.

Falling off the horse's back, the Hun soldier was thrown on the ground and rolled several times in succession, until he stopped rolling, he lay on the ground, arched his ass and was about to get up, and there was a "whew" sound behind his head.