Chapter 212: The Horn of Counterattack
The opposite side has more than 20,000 pairs of talents, and seven or eight auxiliary army legions, a total of 50,000 to 60,000 people, while they only have more than 6,000. Even if they win, how many of them can be left?
They came here to gather intelligence for the Han Empire, not to give themselves up.
If the enemy had more than 6,000 people, they would definitely fight with the enemy even if they were completely wiped out today. But isn't this too great a disadvantage in terms of military strength?
What’s more, the legion of that pretty boy on the opposite side is so disgusting that it can actually burn their talents.
After the burning, the damage inflicted on them by the Undead King Cavalry and another Scimitar Cavalry Legion was greatly increased.
If they didn't have more than 2,500 guards who could control gravity, they would have been caught up long ago.
"Let me go, look in that direction!" Li Jue broke free from Guo Si and the others with a smug look on his face, and pointed to the horizon on the other side.
"That's... the Yulin Army!!!" Guo Si shouted in surprise, and quickly turned his horse around.
No doubt about it, beat these bastards.
The big brother is here, this wave is stable, just knock down the guys on the opposite side, especially the scimitar cavalry corps, which are so annoying. They feel endless malice from this corps. If the opposite side didn't have more people, they would have turned around and attacked them long ago.
"For the wings of the country, its forest is as flourishing as a forest!"
A column of light that penetrated the sky appeared from the horizon, and then began to rapidly expand from a black dot. In the time it took Li Jue and his men to turn their horses, the Yulin Army had already rushed to their side.
How could the Parthians be able to hide such a big movement of the Yulin Army? Xu Pujie left without saying a word to inform Ardashir, and then the whole army moved towards the Undead Guards.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Xu Pujie's face was distorted wildly. How could he not know what that ghost thing opposite him was?
That was the Han miracle that kicked them off the throne of the world's first empire, the invincible brilliant army.
At this moment, Xu Pujie no longer cared about hiding anything and quickly explained everything he knew.
Ardashir and Achaemeni's scalps tingled. What the hell, the Legion of Miracles, what the hell is that? There are as many as 50,000 or 60,000 of them, and you, Xupujie, actually asked us to run and join Yupal as soon as possible. Are you crazy?
However, due to their consistent trust in the Xiongnu mercenaries like Xu Pujie, they still chose to listen. In fact, they had long wanted to stop chasing them. After chasing for several days, they had killed less than a hundred soldiers. What was the point? They could not kill them at all if they did not surround them.
After they met up with Yupal, several generals came to Xupujie, but they still didn't understand what Xupujie meant.
"Use whatever desperate means you have. Back then, a similar legion in this state crushed our imperial will in front of the two great military souls of our Xiongnu Empire, a three-talent legion, tens of thousands of imperial guards, and hundreds of thousands of double-talented troops."
Xu Pujie was determined to die and no longer kept silent about the previous taboos. He knew that the other side would not let them go as the two sides were mortal enemies.
Although I don’t know why the other side didn’t attack us, I absolutely won’t let them go.
"What the hell is going on over there? It definitely can't be Wusun!" Ardashir was even sure that Xu Pujie in front of him had gone crazy, but looking at the deathly intent in his eyes, he knew that it was all true.
"Across the way is the Han Empire!" Xu Pujie said painfully. They, the Huns, were the sworn enemies in this life.
"No matter what they are, with my Undead Guards here, they can't do anything to us!" Yupal comforted Xupujie. No matter how strong Xupujie said, the opponents were still cavalry. With his 5,000 heavy infantry, they shouldn't be in much danger.
Xu Pujie sneered, but there was hope in his eyes, which was why he asked for a reunion. Back then, they did not have heavy infantry at the level of the Undead Guards, and their opponent now was not the Champion Marquis, so maybe they could really win.
On the other side, Huo Qubing circled around Li Jue and a few others. Although he wanted to kill the Huns, he was not in a hurry. The opposite side had a mere double-talented legion and could not escape. Moreover, he hoped that the opposite side could attract the Huns' military soul. When he tore apart the Huns' only remaining military soul, the Huns would be really dead.
There is no difference between the Huns without military spirit and the other Hu people. No matter how hard they try to resist the rule of the king, they will never be able to achieve anything and will definitely die in the process of fighting with other Hu people.
Even if the Huns came up with another three talents it would be in vain. If we only look at the combat effectiveness of the three talents and the military soul, there is actually no obvious substantial difference. At best, the physical strength of the military soul is a little longer, and there will not be much difference in fighting. There is no problem in equating the two.
However, in terms of military value, the gap between the two is as vast as the sky. A soldier in a three-talent legion would be less if one of them died, and their replenishment ability was almost hopeless. At least a guard with two talents had to be refined to have a hope of becoming a soldier in a three-talent legion.
The Royal Guards with two talents are basically the essence of an empire. Under normal circumstances, a double-talented soldier needs five to ten years of training to have the hope of becoming a Royal Guard, and then smelt three talents, and the combination of two by two will produce a three-talented soldier.
Strictly speaking, the military soul is also the same as smelting two talents, and then smelting two identical talents, and then adding the effect of the power of the military soul, and finally presenting the effect of three talents.
In game terms, a person with five passive talents is a triple-talented person, a person with two passive talents and one to three active talents is a guardsman, and a person with two active talents is a double -talented soldier.
Of course, it cannot divided in this way. The Wolf Rider's talent is all-around, and it can show the effects of ten talents. Isn't it nonsense to call the Wolf Rider have ten talents?
There is no point in dividing these on the battlefield. Only those who survive are good soldiers.
The Military Soul is different. The three talents need to use the Guards to make up the troops, but they only need soldiers with two talents. They can be transformed into Military Soul soldiers through the Military Soul transformation, and their combat effectiveness is on par with those with three talents.
In other words, for the empire, the Military Soul Corps is indispensable, and the three talents are at most icing on the cake.
The military spirit ensures the long-term prosperity of the empire, while the three talents can only ensure temporary peace. Once a major change occurs, the difference between an empire and a non-empire can be directly distinguished.
This is why only the empire has a military soul. All those without a military soul are kingdoms. Even if you have multiple three-talent legions, it will be the same. They will disappear in just a few decades.
Therefore, Huo Qubing didn't care about the double-talented army of the Huns at all. He still had to fish for a while. In comparison, he was more curious about the people in front of him.
