Qin Official

As the front moved forward, the Qin Army's command post had been moved to a hill. Hei Fu, his son Fusu and others were struggling to look at the battle situation in the distance. Hei Fu was very busy, and the waiting riders kept coming back from the front. As soon as he learned about the battle situation, he kept sending out new orders.

Only during the break could he sit down and take a sip of water. At the same time, he explained to Fusu, who couldn't understand the situation of the battle: "The key to this battle lies in the right wing."

The right wing is where Li Xin and his cavalry are.

Seeing that Fusu was still confused, Heifu made an analogy: "When the young master went to inspect the Yiju Iron Workshop, what if he saw the Guandong blacksmith forging weapons? He put the unformed weapon blade on the anvil, and then used it to The hammer strikes again and again.”

"Right now, my 25,000 infantry are the anvils, while the 6,000 cavalry on the right wing are the hammers, and the Huns are the iron blocks to be forged!"

"The anvil is thick and cannot be broken through by the enemy. The hammer strikes quickly and violently. While the infantry resists the Huns, it outflanks them from the sides, preventing the Huns from retreating and forcing them to the front of the infantry and spear formation."

Fusu suddenly understood: "So the infantry and cavalry need to move together, but if General Li on the right wing fails to gain the advantage, he will not be able to attack the Huns with the infantry."

The reason is that simple. Heifu is confident and relies on Wuhan Iron and Steel chariots and infantry to strengthen his position. He is already in an invincible position. But if Li Xin cannot win against more than ten thousand Huns cavalry, then the initiative in this battle is still not on the side of the Qin army. The Huns can fight or withdraw at any time.

At this time, Hou Hou rode back to report the battle situation of the front line, while Fusu paid attention to the battle situation on the right wing while Heifu was busy.

The current situation is that the Huns are constantly harassing the Qin army from the front and containing the infantry, while the more than 10,000 cavalrymen on the flanks were defeated and retreated after the first formation. They did not give up and launched a tidal wave of attacks towards Li Xin's troops!

It’s no longer a temptation, but an all-out attack!

Fusu saw that in an area nearly two miles wide on the right wing, the Huns came roaring in with thousands of people in a line. The Qin army often fought with 500 people, trying to fight with them at close range. This time, the Xiongnu no longer retreated with a single blow. Instead, they fought the Qin cavalry regardless of casualties. However, due to poor equipment and the Qin cavalry's high saddles and stirrups, the Xiongnu gradually fell behind even if they were two against one. Just because of their large number, more than 10,000 cavalry were sent out. After entangling all the Qin army's cavalry, there were still more than 2,000 cavalry left...

But suddenly, the remaining two thousand Huns cavalry also left their positions and started galloping. They walked along the muddy river bank, bypassing more than ten battle groups that were fighting fiercely, and made a circular arc, aiming directly at Li Xin's flag!

Fusu was shocked and blurted out:

"Not good! General Li is in danger!"

…

Li Xin stood under the banner. The war horse he was riding was a fine horse given by Emperor Qin Shi Huang many years ago. It was pure white. It was said to be a purebred descendant of "Bai Yi", one of the eight famous horses in Zhou Dynasty. When it ran, it looked like an elephant. Walk on the clouds without touching the ground.

The battle armor he wore was made of copper and leather. The polished copper guard glowed with a warm golden light, and the black rhinoceros skin was thick and depressing. He sat upright on the horse, with the red cloak hanging down behind him to cover the horse's body. Like a sculpture that remains motionless.

Li Xin is over thirty years old, with a pale head and a thin and iron appearance. He looks cold on the outside, but he is still warm-blooded on the inside.

Seeing that groups of cavalry were sent out to face the Huns' continuous attacks, tens of thousands of people were running and trampling on them, and the earth was shaking, causing dust on the battlefield to fly, and it merged with the wind and dust outside the fortress, covering a small half of the sky. The enemy and we are shouting, the horses roar like thunder, everyone is fighting hard, the knights of the Qin army want to behead for meritorious service, and the Huns in Helan Mountain want to take revenge.

Li Xin's palm holding the hilt of the sword was hot. Why didn't he want to pull out his sword, let the horses ride thunder, and kill all enemies who dared to resist, just like he had chased Prince Yan Dan many years ago and stormed Qingshan Gorge last year? Get off your horse!

But he couldn't. He was now the commander-in-chief who was sitting at the center of the battle, rather than a captain running with light cavalry. He needed to listen in all directions and see in all directions, judge the enemy's intentions, wave the flag, and command his men to respond calmly.

Once he makes any changes, once his flag shifts and retreats, it will arouse the suspicion of the soldiers, leading to the collapse of the battle!

Even in the face of two thousand Huns cavalry coming straight towards him, he could not move!

"General! The enemy cavalry is approaching fiercely, why not retreat a little first?" A personal guard suggested this, but Li Xin rejected it.

"I once suffered a great defeat. I overturned the army and killed the generals. I lost my troops and humiliated the country. I lowered my flag and fled in embarrassment. I swear, that was the last time that Li Xin left his soldiers behind!"

The wind blew his banner, and he looked into the distance, two miles, one mile, and half a mile away. The Huns chose the timing very cleverly. It happened to be that the whole army of the Huns pressed forward, fought with the Qin cavalry, and won. At this critical moment, Li Xin only had 500 personal guards and cavalry around him.

Just like Hei Fu likes to use young men from good families in the North, Li Xin also likes to use young men from good families in Longxi as his bodyguards. They followed him to open up the west of Taoshui River, followed him to build the Golden City outside the Great Wall, marched with him for eight hundred miles, and burned a fire in Qingshan Gorge. They were constantly being lost and replenished, and they always maintained a number of five hundred people, guarding him every step of the way.

"I trust my second and third sons just like I trust my own brothers and sisters!"

Simple words, but they made everyone hold their heads high and feel proud.

Li Xin slowly raised his hand, and the five hundred bodyguards and servants beside him moved neatly like one person, and slowly drew their swords out of their sheaths.

"Go, defeat the enemy, and then tell all the knights in Longxi and Northland that Li Xin's banner is here, only advance, never retreat!"

…

"If I can kill that Qin general, it will be equivalent to killing hundreds of Qin people, and the revenge of the clan's wife will be avenged..."

When he was lying low on the horse and galloping, Wulan's one eye was fixed on the flag that was getting closer and closer. He was really close to the enemy now, and all the Qin riders were hit like a wave of a river. The Huns were entangled, and there were only five hundred horses between him and Li Xin!

And they have two thousand riders!

But the elite level of the five hundred personal guards and cavalry was far beyond Ulan's imagination.

Like the rest of the Qin cavalry, they were equipped with high saddles and stirrups under their feet. This allowed the cavalry to be more flexible on the horse and urged the horses to come forward. The front was stretched very long, trying to block all the Huns. Get down and block in front of that big flag.

When the two armies collided, Wulan finally felt the fear after Guduhou's defeat. The Qin army no longer simply imitated "Hufu riding and shooting" like the Zhao people long ago. They seemed to understand that galloping and archery was their weakness. , and instead pursued the pursuit of maximizing the use of strong armor and sharp blades, and fighting hand-to-hand on horseback was undoubtedly a good choice.

Two hundred feet ahead, the 500 Xiongnu cavalry charging forward were cut open by less than 200 Qin cavalry and could no longer move forward. When the two sides were in a melee at close range, the Huns could not safely shoot arrows, but the opponent's swords and spears could come close to cause damage.

Fortunately, Wu Lan did not ride at the front, but behind the charging tide. It would be best if the forward could rush away from Qin Qi. If not, he could go around again with Bai Yu, who is best at riding and shooting, and stand alone. Under the banner, General Qin, protected by only a few people, launched an attack!

But the Qin people were brave. After discovering Wu Lan and others' intention to attack Li Xin, those Qin cavalry who were fighting with other Huns began to divide their troops and come back for reinforcements.

While dodging the Qin people who were rushing forward and trying to knock him off his horse with their spears, Wulan also needed to beware of the crossbows fired from all directions. He also continued to fight back because he was a eagle archer and was qualified to use copper and iron. Clusters of arrows, every time he drew the bow, he could make a Qin cavalry fall off his horse, causing death or injury!

Just stumbling like this, he finally reached the big flag, two arrows away, with more than a hundred riders who were not blocked by the Qin people!

Under the huge Li flag, there was a snow-white horse, and immediately there was a general in red robes and black armor. He faced thousands of people fighting in front of his eyes, and faced the Huns' sudden attack that penetrated his heart, but he remained calm and composed. Stay still!

Wulan was a little desperate, because when he got closer, he discovered that behind General White Horse, infantry armed with swords, shields and crossbows were emerging in a steady stream. This was the left wing of the Qin army, reinforcements sent by Heifu, five thousand in reserve. The team is not a decoration.

The crossbow arrows were fired from the front. No one could rush in front of the flag and injure the White Horse General. The Helan Mountain Huns, who were eager for revenge, fell down without even being able to see their opponents' faces clearly.

The Qin army's infantry stepped forward, trying to drive back the Huns who had broken into the area!

"The Condor Shooter, if you can't rush through, retreat!"

The companion was shouting loudly, but it suddenly stopped. He was hit by a crossbow arrow, and hundreds of Huns began to turn their horses and wanted to retreat.

Wulan raised his head, and he saw the solitary eagle still hovering high in the sky, above the smoke and dust of the battlefield, among the white clouds and blue sky...

He stroked the old horse's mane to soothe its frightened heart, then kicked the horse lightly and rushed towards the dense Qin army infantry and towards the flag that he hated!

The Huns on the left and right were stunned, but soon half of them gritted their teeth, followed Ulan's pace, and even urged their horses to rush in front of Ulan to block the fatal crossbow bolt for him!

Most of them are tribesmen near Helan Mountain. They lost their relatives in the fire last year. Although the Huns retreated when the odds were against them, there were exceptions, and that was when facing the enemy.

Under the protection of dozens of companions, the vulture shooter was able to run again unscathed, and finally reached the distance of an arrow!

He stared intently at General White Horse with one eye, the demon who could stop the night cries of the Hun babies in the Helan Mountains.

General White Horse glanced at the battlefield and seemed to see Ulan. His face was stern and indifferent, but Ulan felt as if he was laughing at himself. He just said something to others, stretched out his hand, and asked for a bow. …

This is the moment!

As if sensing the approaching danger, Ulan straightened up suddenly, no longer holding the horse with both hands, holding the bow in his left hand, drawing an arrow with his right hand, winding it, and completed this series of actions on the galloping horse, all in one go!

The tail of the arrow is made of eagle feathers. He hopes that this arrow can be as fast and accurate as an eagle striking the sky, killing his enemy with one blow!

Wu Lan, the vulture shooter, aims at General White Horse!

…

"Here comes the bow!"

At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, Li Xin shouted and reached for his bow.

The bow is a compound horn bow. The horns of the Shanglinyuan antelope are used as the belly of the bow because it is resistant to pressure; the sinews of the giant dragon from the East China Sea are used as the back of the bow because it is resistant to tension; the stem is made of fine southern bamboo, and the bow is made of ground-level bamboo. Donkey glue is combined, Bashu silk is wrapped for reinforcement, Suiyang lacquer is moisture-proof, and the essence of all parts of the world is combined into one. The strength reaches two stones. It is a rare and good bow.

It has been a long time since I personally opened this bow to shoot enemies.

It's not that he is unfamiliar with martial arts, it's that General Li's bow and arrow never kill ordinary people!

What he was eyeing was the archer who tried to hide among the many Huns and shot him a fatal blow!

Li Xin had been paying attention to this man for a long time. During the continuous galloping and advancing, this man was the one who whistled and gave orders, directing the Huns to continuously bypass the battle group and go straight to the commander's flag.

And every time a Qin rider stepped forward to stop him, it was this person who opened his bow and fired. Almost every arrow would cause a rider to fall off his horse and either die or be injured.

This should be a vulture shooter, worthy of an arrow from Li Xin!

Li Xin grabbed the quiver and drew the arrow, pulled out his own wild goose feather arrow, and stepped firmly on the stirrup. Although his white horse felt the strength of its owner, it remained obediently motionless, not even wagging its tail. Li Xin was able to walk on flat ground, push the arrow to string, pull it as full as the full moon, aim at the fast-moving Hun vulture shooter who was also drawing arrows, and released them without hesitation!

The bowstring rang loudly, and almost at the same time, the other side also quickly stringed it up and shot an arrow at Li Xin!

The two arrows passed by each other in mid-air, and then quickly moved away. The next moment, the Condor Shooter's horse suddenly fell to his knees as if being hit by an iron fist, and he was thrown off the horse!

On the other end, perhaps because it was a hundred steps away, or perhaps because the galloping horses affected the shooting, the vulture shooter's arrow whizzed towards him, but barely missed Li Xin's ear and hit the big gun behind Li Xin hard. The flag was heavily nailed to the flagpole, making a loud noise, which startled the flag bearer!

Li Xin turned his head and saw the eagle feathers on the flagpole that were still trembling slightly. He only felt a slight pain in his ears. The arrow that shot through the air just now missed his eye by just the right size!

He couldn't help but secretly praise: "A hundred steps away, on top of a galloping horse, he can still shoot like this. This Huns is very capable!"

"General!"

The only remaining bodyguard on the side ran over quickly, but Li Xin shook his head to express that he was fine, and pointed to the place where the eagle shooter fell from his horse and said:

"Go and catch him!"

"My general's bows and arrows will not kill unknown people!"

…

Ulan just had time to shoot an arrow, and his horse was hit, instantly throwing him off and hitting the ground far away.

When Wu Lan stood up in confusion, he found that his feet were already lame. He turned around again and saw an arrow stuck in the horse's neck. It was directly buried and only the feathers were left. The blood flow continued, and the limbs were twitching. He could not get up again. Here you go, you can imagine how amazing the power of the bow is!

Only then did he remember the most important thing. He quickly raised his head and saw the huge black flag at first glance. Under the banner, General White Horse still stood there, motionless. The flash of his armor hurt people's eyes. The red cloak behind him swayed slightly in the wind, cold and elegant.

Wu Lan's heart dropped, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's a pity, it's a little bit worse."

But for a hunter, if he misses his target, he may be injured by it, as Ulan's blind eye can attest.

In order to cover the arrow, his companions galloped forward one after another, and were shot dead with crossbows by the Qin army infantry who came to support. Those who were lucky enough to rush forward were stabbed to the core by long iron spears.

The frightened horse that had lost its master neighed and ran towards Ulan. With his horse-riding skills, he could easily get on the horse and lie on its back. As long as he was not hit by the Qin army's arrows, he could leave here.

But behind him, the Hun cavalry, which had previously lost the advantage, were retreating one after another after seeing the failure of Ulan's attack. The road he left was gradually blocked.

Ulan seemed to be tired. He stopped struggling and let the horses run by him. He just lowered his head, limped, and found his lost bow.

It lay quietly in the grass. The bow was a compound horn bow, using the horns of Saibei male yellow sheep as the bow belly; the sinews of old cows as the back of the bow, and the fine Populus euphratica from the Linhu tribe as the stem, and then it was made with the hands of my wife. It was glued and reinforced with silk sold to the Xiongnu from the mainland. Ulan liked it very much.

Now, it has been broken, the bow body is broken from the middle, and the bow string is hanging down weakly.

Of those arrows stained with eagle feathers, there was only one left.

Looking up again, Wu Lan saw that the densely packed Qin army infantry armed with swords, shields and spears were already walking towards him. The crossbowmen approached slowly with crossbows, but they did not shoot him into a target.

General Qin wanted to capture him alive. Ulan understood. Last year in Qingshan Gorge, he also let Ulan's son go and only cut out his eyes!

"Ulan from Helan Mountain can no longer take revenge."

The cold forest on the opposite side slowly approached, and Ulan now felt like a lonely falcon trapped in a cage with broken wings.

The most arrogant eagle will go on a hunger strike and not touch a drop of water until it dies crying.

Ulan took out the last arrow, gently peeled off the eagle feather on the branch, let go of his hand, and let it be blown into the sky by the strong wind on the battlefield.

He raised the broken bow, placed an arrow without feathers on it, pretending that it was still a intact strong bow, and then aimed it at the green-faced Qin soldiers who were more than ten steps away. She gave him a mocking smile, stretched out the string that no longer existed, and stretched it through both arms, making it look like a full moon!

The next moment, the bowstring sounded, and a crossbow bolt appeared on Ulan's chest...

Wulan fell, his single eye gradually lost focus, and its outline gradually blurred. He saw the solitary eagle still hovering in the sky, above the smoke and dust of the battlefield, among the white clouds and blue sky...

However, this time, below the eagle, there were many vultures that smelled the smell of corpses and circled around the sky...

The shadow came over, and a Qin Bing with a beard and a sweaty body walked towards him. After discovering that Wulan had no breath, he shook his head helplessly, raised the sword in his hand, and cut off his head. Then lift it high! There was a loud shout!

This is the final story of Ulan the Condor Shooter!

…

Everything that happens below is seen in the eyes of the lone eagle high in the sky. The eagle seems to be disgusted with the smoke and the buzzing vultures below, so it once again spreads its wings and flies high.

It could see clearly for more than ten miles around. The hammer had shattered the obstacles in front of it. It seemed to be lifted high by the right hand, and it began to shrink and clenched, and then violently exerted force, pushing towards the anvil. The main force of the Xiongnu Chanyu was suppressed, and he was beaten away hard!