Three Kingdoms

"It's over! It's over! The Demon God! The Demon God is coming... We are defeated, we are defeated..." The panicked screams swept through the originally peaceful morning on the grassland.

The remnants of Luoltai's defeated army were running away in confusion, like a little girl who had been insulted. They pulled on the horse's reins in a panic and could only mutter words that even they could not fully understand. The corrupt ones are fleeing. Only half of these people still hold this serious weapon in their hands, and the rest are either empty-handed, or have half a piece of firewood or a hammer or other sundries pulled from nowhere, and there is no talk of command and restraint. , even if there are some small bosses among them, now even the small bosses can't control their emotions, let alone ask others to calm down?

With the limited knowledge of these Huns, they could not understand what happened last night, so they could only blame it on God and blame it on ghosts and gods. Only in this way could they not damage their original pity. Self-esteem, after all, is naturally defeated by God or ghosts and gods.

The Xiongnu soldiers, like many nomadic peoples in history, may have been herding cattle and sheep since they were young. In fact, they are better at Xiehuo. Just like herding, once the trend rises and Xiehuo brings an overwhelming crowd, Even if there are old, weak, women and children among them, when they come from all over the mountains and plains, they will often make the soldiers of the farming nation who defend the city and the land despair. As for their own martial prowess, although they do exist, they are not so absolutely powerful that they cannot be compared with farming nations. Most of the time, they still spread lies and eventually lose the courage to fight, just like the Huns today.

"Demon? What demon? Changshengtian's roar? What does it mean?"

Hu Chuquan's eyes widened in confusion, completely confused.

The Huns who had returned from the escape fell to the ground, exhausted, looking like soap that had been picked up a hundred times in the bathhouse. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes were ragged, and their eyes were full of despair.

"Where is my son? Where is my son! Tell me!"

Different from Hu Chuquan’s focus, the Great Elder dragged and pinched the neck of a Huns who had returned from fleeing and asked, like shaking a dead dog that was about to die at any time, or even if it hadn’t died. , being pinched by the great elder like this, he was actually not far away from dying.

The Huns who were being choked couldn't answer at all and just ran away. Who would keep an eye on Lortai's whereabouts?

The great elder became more and more angry, and unconsciously exerted more force on his hands. He did not let go even though the Huns scratched his arms with bloody marks, until he saw that the unfortunate Huns' face was gradually turning purple, and his hands and feet were turning purple. After hanging down softly, he seemed to react, and then he let go of his hand. Then he gasped for air, kicked the body away, and turned to Huchuquan with eyes like a hungry wolf.

"Send troops, blow the trumpet! Send troops immediately!" the elder roared, waving his arms at Huchuquan, "What devil? What immortality? My son is still in front, we must send troops to save him!" I am used to seeing life and death. , the elder who had killed countless people in his life, when he learned that his child was in danger, his eyes turned red, like a ferocious beast.

Hu Chuquan looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then spoke with the most standard official emphasis: "The situation is unclear now, we still need to act cautiously? Great Elder, please relax, what kind of person your son is, he must be blessed with great fortune, maybe now We are on our way back. The royal court is making a decision now, and we should focus on stability. How about sending some more people to investigate and then make a decision?"

The old man in charge laughed angrily: "You still don't know the situation? Look at the situation in front of you. What else do you need to inquire about? Are you blind? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? There are no demons in this world. , How can there be any gods! Even if there are, if you dare to harm my child, even if the devil himself comes, I will still come forward to kill you! I'm just afraid that you don't have the courage!"

"Humph!" Hu Chuquan's expression turned extremely ugly, and he also lost the interest of this crazy old guy in talking. If it weren't for the fact that his own troops had not yet arrived, most of the soldiers here were from the Great Elder. , Huchuquan had jumped up in anger a long time ago, but now he could only snort with a straight face, turned around and wanted to walk away, "When it's time to send out troops, I will send out troops. Whether you have the courage or not, it doesn't matter. You decide!"

After saying that, he called Subdier and walked back.

Because Subdeljin rescued Huchuquan immediately, he naturally gained Huchuquan's trust. Huchuquan not only cried bitterly and reflected on his failure to treat Subdeljin well over the years, He even appointed Subdierjin as General Zuo as his personal guard leader.

After all, everyone in the family is near Gao Nu, so even if they send orders there, it will still take some time to get there.

Subdier agreed, then glanced at the great elder, hesitated for a moment, then turned around silently and followed Hu Chuquan.

Hu Chuquan originally wanted to deal with it coldly and at least let the Great Elder calm down before talking, but he did not expect that the Great Elder and several of his confidants around him would all be great after hearing that Hu Chuquan was unwilling to care about Luo Ertai's life and death. Angry, because they felt that Huchuquan would not have been able to become the Shanyu without the help of the great elder, and what Huchuquan was doing now, it was obvious that some people just climbed into bed and threw the matchmaker away. The smell of the wall.

The great elder was stunned for a moment, and then said in a cold tone: "How dare you not send troops? Humph, I know that the Luan Ti family are courageous beasts! Come on, arrest this courageous Luan Ti family! "

"Bold!" Hu Chuquan spread his arms and shouted loudly, "I am a Chanyu! I am a Chanyu granted by the Immortal Heaven! Who, who dares to touch me!"

The great elder laughed, but the laughter was even colder and full of threats: "Do you really think you are a Shanyu? If it weren't for the purpose of stabilizing people's hearts, who would let you be a Shanyu? ? In my opinion, there is someone who is much more suitable than you! At least he won’t be as timid and incompetent as you!”

"What?! Who?" Huchuquan was furious, turned around and stared at the great elder and shouted, "Who is it? This Chanyu is mine! Mine! Who else is more suitable than me?! Who else?"

Before he finished speaking, Hu Chuquan heard someone behind him sneer, and then he was kicked on the back. He couldn't stand and fell to the ground. When he thought about struggling again, he was kicked by Xu Bu. Deljin stepped on his back. When he escaped from the trap, the injured area was not completely scabbed. It suddenly burst open and dripped with blood, causing Huchuquan a burst of heartbreaking pain. He screamed and couldn't get up.

"Trash!" Subdierjin didn't even look at Huchuquan with his eyes. Instead, he stepped on Huchuquan and stared at the great elder. He said, "You are thinking of me now? I am tired of hard work." Go on, and then there’s no benefit at all?”

"Get the knife!"

The Great Elder is also a decisive person in killing. He immediately ordered through gritted teeth, took the knife, and walked up to Subdeljin without saying a word. The distance between the two was less than one meter, and the bright blade shone with a cold light. .

Subdierjin narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the great elder's every move.

The muscles on the elder's cheeks jumped a few times, pulling at the wrinkled and loose skin that was also shaking in the wind. He immediately raised his sword and slashed it on the neck of Huchuquan who was stepped on by Subdeljin. !

Blood is flying!

Subdier's eyes widened and he took a small step back.

Probably because of his old age, or because Huchuquan's neck bones were too hard, or because he didn't cut at the joint, the elder slashed with his knife, only cutting in a small part, but failed to kill him immediately. Huchuquan yelled, I don’t know where the strength came from, but I jumped on the ground like a dehydrated fish!

"Come here! Kill him!" The great elder pointed at Huchuquan with his bloody sword. Then he did not look at the besieged Huchuquan, but stared at Subdeljin, turned the sword, and pulled it on his cheek. He made a bloody gash and said, "I swear to the Immortal God! Save my son! You are Shanyu!"

Ignoring the two elders and Subdeljin for the time being, they thought that Changshengtian was not responsible for one moment, and then used Changshengtian as a witness. They only said that on a small hill far away from the royal court of the Huns, a group of sturdy men and horses, Under repair.

The first cavalry commander immediately shot across the grassy hills with his dark red cloak fluttering in the wind. He was tall, with long hands and feet, and a square and square face with a serious smile. It was Zhao Yun. The Zhengxi cavalry who had been chasing them all night were happily trimming under the grass slope. They seemed to be talking and laughing about the situation last night. Everyone seemed to be very relaxed and did not feel much pressure. It was like they were here. The royal court tour is average.

Zhao Yun slowly turned his eyes and checked the situation around him. The long gun Hongying in his hand seemed to be full of blood. It was lazily hanging on the head of the gun, as if he was resting, waiting for the next feast. .

One man is worth five barbarians.

In addition to their superiority in various technologies such as ironware, this spiritual spirit hidden in the hearts of the Han people was initially established after Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty went on a military rampage, and then under the continuous promotion of Emperors Zhao and Xuan of the Han Dynasty , after completely knocking down the Xiongnu who had threatened China for nearly a hundred years, the Chinese people's psychological advantage over the surrounding nomads was fully established, until the Five Husbands invaded China...

Zhao Yun, like his soldiers in Zhengxi, was more or less expecting last night's victory, and it did not bring much excitement to Zhao Yun. However, what surprised and pondered Zhao Yun were those shocking sounds at night. The explosion.

Although this was not the first time Zhao Yun had seen gunpowder, from the setting up and use of it by Gong Jun and others, Zhao Yun could detect that it seemed to be making little progress. The almost similar explosion times indicate that Gong Jun and others still retain unknown tools for mutual communication, as well as ways to determine the length of time.

And these things, on the battlefield, can have more changes, bring more ways of use, and even...

It is possible to change the direction of the entire battlefield!

Without last night's gunpowder, Zhao Yun's raid would generally be a victory, but it would never be so easy. Disturbed by the huge noise, the front of the Xiongnu was like a headless fly, completely losing the ability to resist. And if such a war weapon was not only used on the Hu people...

In Zhao Yun's mind, scenes were constructed one after another. In many scenes, Zhao Yun asked himself, if he suddenly encountered an attack like last night at night, unless the general was well prepared, even with the protection of the camp, it would probably be a disaster. In such a tragedy, the panicked soldiers will inevitably be unable to resist at the first opportunity. After losing the initiative, if they fail to catch up step by step, they will fail to catch up step by step. Failure will inevitably come under the snowball-like deterioration.

To defend against this method? Zhao Yun groaned in a low voice, feeling it was very difficult.

The skills of Gong Jun and his scouts are naturally not as good as those of Zhao Yun, but they are much better than ordinary soldiers. What's more, Zhao Yun cannot lead his guards to patrol outside the camp every day, so once there is nothing, If you are prepared, you cannot defend at all, unless you are prepared in advance and dig traps in the camp in advance...

Well, this is okay, but who is digging traps in their own camp every day when they have nothing to do, just waiting to trick others?

Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, a three-color flag was hoisted in the distance, and then it was approaching here in the blink of an eye. Zhao Yun squinted his eyes to look at it, patted the horse down the grass slope, and faced it.

"Lord!" Zhao Yun cupped his hands on horseback and said the numbers in flowing water, as if he was following the words without any hesitation. "In the battle last night, there were 273 beheadings and 100 horses captured. Eighty-nine, seventy-nine people were captured, two hundred and twenty knives, one hundred and thirty-four guns were seized, and equipment and materials were not counted... We lost thirty-four people, eighteen were dead, and ten were slightly injured. six……"

Fei Qian nodded. Zhao Yun raided the Huns camp with about 800 people in one night. It was not bad to achieve such results. Cold weapon wars are like this. Don’t be fooled by movies and TV shows. There are also large-scale conflicts, but in fact they are often just like ancient villages fighting for water sources. The scenes look lively, but in fact they are on the spot. Not many people died in battle. In many cases, most of the losses suffered by the defeated side were due to burials or massacres after the war...

Fei Qian walked forward and said: "The battle of Zilong was well fought. I have ordered Zilong's achievements to be recorded. He will be rewarded when he returns to the army... How is the Xiongnu royal court now? Are there any follow-up soldiers? Sent?"

Zhao Yun cupped his hands and said: "We have sent out scouts, but there is no news yet..."

Now Fei Qian is worried about the Huns escaping. Although the Huns have declined, they are still a nation on horseback. If they run away and scatter in all directions, Fei Qian really has no good solution for a while. You can't just disperse your troops and go into the grassland to catch small fish, right?

The best thing is to completely defeat the power of the Xiongnu Royal Court once and for all!

As for whether Huvrault will be left with ruins or thousands of miles of red soil, this is a problem that Huvrault needs to worry about, and it is not within the scope of Fei Qian's consideration.

The most ideal situation is that Yuvroud's power will be greatly damaged in this internal strife, which will eventually lead to Yuvrault having to rely entirely on the Han people to maintain his position...

"...This man is called Luo Ertai, and he is said to be the son of the great elder of the Huns..." Zhao Yun led Fei Qian to Luo Ertai, who was under intensive care, and pointed while saying.

"Oh?" Fei Qian turned around and waved to Yuvluo, who hurriedly came closer with a smile, "Look, this person is said to be the son of your great elder?"

Hufro turned his face, saw Lortai, looked up and down, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out, "Yes, he is the son of that damn old beast!"

"Well..." Fei Qian nodded, and under Luoltai's extremely frightened eyes, he patted Yuvrou on the shoulder and said, "Well, I'll leave this person to you... Anyway, you have to find a way to let him You people from the royal court have come to fight... You must know that the sooner the war ends, the faster it will cause you less damage..."

Humphrey laughed along with him and nodded in response: "Okay, thank you General for your mercy! I understand, I understand..." Then he bowed and waited for Fei Qian to go away, then turned to look at Luo Ertai, with a smile on his face. Fan Fan's face suddenly became gloomy, and after a moment, a smile appeared again, but this smile looked extremely terrifying in Luoltai's eyes.

"The great elder's precious son..." Humphrey chuckled, slowly approaching Luoltai, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle won't kill you... Hehe, I just left it for you. To commemorate..."