Chapter 465 This time, it was his own blood!
Fear is contagious.
In the darkness that seemed like a ball of ink, the shadow of the black armor that drove away seven hundred miles appeared vaguely.
The Hun army began to collapse.
And when the Qin soldiers in black armor reflected a Hun face in the firelight, speaking the Hun language, those who surrendered were like endless waves, one after another.
The Huns threw away their scimitars and raised their hands to show that they had surrendered without weapons.
And those black-armored Qin soldiers who had slaughtered the entire Gaoque City and driven the leader of the Xianlong tribe crazy just rode past them without harming their lives.
This made the Xiongnu army more certain of their speculation based on the black-armored Xiongnu faces and Xiongnu language. This black-armored army was definitely not the Qin army, but the Taotie tribe that occupied Gaoque City.
Just like the Xianlong tribe that once occupied Gaoque City, they are all Xiongnu tribes, but this tribe consists of more Qin people?
On the battlefield where lives could be lost at any time, the Xiongnu army wisely abandoned this doubt. This Heijia Army is our Xiongnu tribe!
We are all Huns, people of the desert, and surrender is not considered betrayal.
"Retreat! This is the rebellious son's last madness, the jackal's last bite. Our warriors cannot afford to lose their lives here!"
Touman, who was as strong as a big bear, heard the faint shouts of killing and forced himself to calm down, but his words were still full of anger.
After three days of siege, there was no camp roar, and they still maintained full combat effectiveness. How is this possible? I would rather believe that the rabbit kicked the eagle off and ate it!
He had a gloomy face, but deep down he was not worried at all. Instead, he felt a sense of relief - this rebellious son finally broke through.
Breaking out means running out of food and being unable to hold on.
What if they managed to break through the encirclement under the cover of night? They were still in the encirclement of the desert.
A solitary army without supplies will eventually die.
As long as they can avoid this sharp edge that appears out of nowhere, victory will still belong to the great Touman Chanyu.
Touman quickly determined the situation and conveyed the order to the leaders of the major tribes as quickly as possible, but it was not necessary.
Long before Touman's order was issued, the leaders of the major tribes had made the same decision as Touman, and while they gathered their own tribes, they also released the encirclement.
The Xianlong tribe, which once occupied Gaoque City and was located on the border between the Xiongnu and the Qin State, had 30,000 brave warriors. Its strength was in the upper-middle range among the many large Xiongnu tribes. However, they were slaughtered by the butcher Meng Tian and his black-armored Qin army, including women, children and the elderly.
Ninety percent of the thirty thousand warriors were killed, leaving only three thousand who ran back to the royal court without even a chance to escape.
They came to kill the tired soldiers, steal armor and horses, and expand the tribe, not to become the second Xianlong tribe.
Touman breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that all the tribes had evacuated, and then he cursed.
"Damn it! A wolf's body and a fox's brain!"
Touman, who had long known the temperament of the tribal leader, no longer immersed his thoughts in it, but began to command the retreat in an orderly manner.
The Luanti tribe he belonged to was the most powerful. He was responsible for escorting the sheep and had the power to distribute food and fodder resources.
The warriors of the Luandi tribe drove their sheep into the darkness. The sheep seemed very dissatisfied with being woken up from their sleep and driven to run in the dark, bleating non-stop.
"Fortunately, we chose to break through at the top."
Touman was somewhat sober and felt relieved.
If this black-armored army chose to break out in this direction this night, even the most powerful Luanti tribe would be defeated.
Faced with the Taotie army in its heyday, Touman had no fighting spirit and no desire to fight. He retreated seven hundred miles, which was enough to illustrate his attitude.
There was no fighting tonight, and the Luandi tribe, without any casualties, herded their sheep in silence with very low morale.
They felt a deep sense of frustration in their hearts, and were ashamed of the thought that they were lucky that the Qin army did not break out from their headquarters.
They knew that they could not defeat the black-armored Qin army, which was the kind that could not be fought against.
There was no need for a head-on fight. From the Chanyu's order to the tribes to retreat, and the wailing and sounds of surrender could be heard in the distance.
They knew that this was an enemy they could not defeat.
Upon seeing this, Touman thought for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, causing all the nearby Luandi tribe warriors to look over.
We are all in this situation, how can Shanyu still smile so happily?
"Hahaha, how ridiculous! That rebellious son is brave but not wise, and the Qin army is good at fighting but lacks wisdom. If I were to break out, I would have to choose the direction of the flock. Breaking out like this, without food and grass, would only lead to a quick death!"
The depressed mood that had been hanging over everyone's heads dissipated a little, and Touman's joy brought joy to the entire Luandi tribe.
Seeing the remarkable effect, Touman, who was sitting astride a tall horse, pretended to be proud.
"The Qin State relied on weapons and armor, and the Yuezhi State relied on horses. Both relied on these to become powerful. Today's black-armored enemy army has both Qin weapons and Yuezhi horses. Even a group of women would become powerful with these two things. Relying on external things to be strong is not true strength. If you strip them of their armor and take away their horses, they will be like women, lying on the ground, letting you do whatever you want to them."
The people of the Luandi tribe who were surrounding Touman and could clearly hear Touman's words burst into laughter. Then, when questioned by those around them, they repeated what the Chanyu had said, and the laughter spread.
The news spread from mouth to mouth, and the laughter continued. Before long, the Luandi tribe got rid of their depressed look and everyone held their heads high and smiled.
Yes, what's the point of relying on external things? That's not won by relying on one's own strength.
Without armor and on horseback, under the same conditions, they would tease these people like women!
Touman's words were repeated over and over again, and the joy continued to spread.
Suddenly, a burst of shouting and killing sounded in their ears, and a group of cavalrymen rushed towards them from nowhere !
Just a first contact caused the Luandi tribe to fall to the ground, with heavy casualties!
The sun has not yet risen, but the east is already bright.
The night is no longer as black as the ink that was first ground out, which is as black as it can be.
Instead, it was like it had been diluted with clean water twice, with some slight visibility allowing them to vaguely see the general shape.
They saw this cavalry charging on horseback! They saw this cavalry without armor! They saw this cavalry had the same Xiongnu face as them!
The two conditions were the same, but they lost.
The frightened and panicking sheep made the Luandi tribe's army formation even more chaotic, and they were unable to immediately and effectively organize a counterattack.
They watched helplessly as a muscular man with bare arms and a bloody face rushed towards them with a strange-looking sword that looked very much like a butcher's knife.
Wherever he passed, there was blood and gore, and he was invincible. He waded through the crowd and carved a bloody path!
"I am Fan Kuai, a subordinate of Prince Maodun!"
The cavalry following behind him advanced rapidly along this bloody road, constantly expanding their victory.
They looked at the Qin man who was rushing in the front, looking at his broad back.
Even though he is not wearing armor, he is still full of passion!
The general is not afraid of death, so why should we be afraid? Kill!
Wailing and screaming befell the Luandi tribe.
Touman's hands and feet were cold, and he was stunned for a moment.
Where are the hoofbeats? Why are there no hoofbeats? Why is there no thunderous hoofbeats when the cavalry charges?
"Chanyu, hurry up!"
A group of personal guards escorted Chanyu Touman and moved away from the cavalry that suddenly appeared.
Touman reacted quickly and crouched down, hiding among his bodyguards to avoid hidden arrows.
After giving the order to a captain of ten thousand men to cover his retreat, he escaped under the protection of his personal guards.
Reason told Touman that if he rushed forward and led the charge like Fan Kuai, he would have a great chance of turning defeat into victory.
Neither the men nor the horses in this cavalry unit wore black iron armor; they were all flesh and blood. The warriors of the Luandi tribe only needed him to boost their morale and they would immediately counterattack.
Although the number of cavalrymen could not be seen vaguely, there were definitely not too many of them, as not many soldiers could be hidden in an open area.
Touman has no sense.
Swords have no eyes, and even with the protection of personal guards, he might still be killed in this cavalry.
He is the Chanyu. After losing this time, he can regroup and still be the king of the Huns. Why would he risk his life?
The commander-in-chief led the charge. Touman had never heard of this kind of fighting method and did not know how to fight like this. A son of a wealthy family would not sit idle in the hall.
Touman escaped extremely decisively and quickly.
The sudden appearance of this cavalry in front of him really frightened the Chanyu, and he was so scared that he did not dare to assign his warriors with high martial arts skills to intercept Fan Kuai at a specific point.
If we can eliminate the sound of horse hooves, perhaps we can hide tens of thousands of soldiers in an open area.
He knew it was impossible, but it was also impossible for a cavalry charge to happen without the sound of horse hooves!
Dawn breaks and the sun rises.
The cold gradually retreats under the sunlight, and light drives away the darkness and descends upon the world.
But this land seemed to be separated from the human world, with blood everywhere, corpses scattered everywhere, a scene of hell.
Wang Xi was wearing a sheepskin coat, his hands clenched into fists, placed on his mouth and coughing softly.
When people get old, their bodies are not as strong as before. It is no longer the time for them to climb on ice or lie in the snow without any care.
Walking among the corpses, inside arms and legs, the soles of his shoes stained with blood that had broken away from its liquid form, the veteran became angrier and angrier as he watched.
"Ahem, call Fan Kuai to come see me, ahem, ahem!"
He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys together.
I squatted on the ground and it took me a long time to recover.
When he stood up, Fan Kuai, covered in blood, was already standing in front of her. His blood-red face was as terrifying as a demon from hell.
But Wang Xi showed no fear at all.
After experiencing the Battle of Changping, no war in the world could scare him anymore.
"What is your mission?"
The veteran's voice is like thunder, loud but low-pitched.
"Robbery."
Fan Kuai answered in a muffled voice.
"I have issued military orders, asking you to kill fewer people and persuade people to surrender. Those who surrender will not be killed. Have you done so?"
“No.”
"Still a man, ahem."
The veteran coughed a few more times.
"First, gather the bodies together and burn them on the spot. Although the desert is cold, the plague will still break out if we don't care."
"promise."
The lives that were still alive an hour ago were stripped of their clothes and piled together naked, regardless of age.
There is a shortage of supplies in the desert. There is no silk, satin, linen, satin or brocade. Clothes are also essential supplies and cannot be wasted.
The pile of corpses grew higher and larger.
The Huns and Qin people who were cleaning up the battlefield were originally talking and laughing.
But after the old general, who coughed once or twice from time to time and looked much colder than the weather, came over for inspection, for some reason, everyone became much quieter.
Finally, all the corpses were searched, forming a huge pile of corpses that was ten feet high and five feet in diameter and width.
Most of the corpses here were killed by the 10,000 cavalrymen led by Fan Kuai, and the rest were killed by trampling, accounting for a small half. Only a small part was killed by the 50,000 Taotie main army.
Deputy General Wang Xi stood in front of this huge pile of corpses, and beside him were six lieutenant generals.
Without the old general's order, the soldiers first piled the dry grass and branches they had swept up next to the pile of corpses, and then threw the burning torches on top.
The flames, fueled by human lives, burned fiercely, roasting the old veteran who was not far from the pile of corpses.
The crackling sound continued, and I couldn't tell whether it was the sound of burning fat mixed with blood, or the sound of flesh being burned and tightened.
Nearly ten thousand Xiongnu soldiers who dropped their weapons and surrendered on the spot were all brought to the vicinity of this huge pile of corpses.
They watched their comrades who were chatting and laughing with them being engulfed by the flames, clenched their fists and remained silent.
The scene soon became completely quiet.
The cold was driven away in an instant, and the fire of life was warmer than the sun in the sky.
In the distance, there were Hun scouts who stayed behind to observe the situation.
Far away in the distance was the reorganized Hun army.
Black smoke rose into the sky, twisting and turning, drifting east and west, but its upward momentum never dropped and could be seen within a hundred miles.
The old general felt much better and stopped coughing. He frowned and stretched under the scorching heat.
He turned around, and behind him were countless eyes.
There were captives, Taotie soldiers, Qin people, and Huns.
The veteran took several quick steps forward and picked up the spear held by the guards.
"Fan Kuai is a murderer by nature. He refuses to accept surrender, and has violated military discipline. He should be punished with thirty strokes of the cane! Fan Kuai, step forward and lie on the ground!"
Liu Bang's eyebrows were raised and he was about to get angry immediately, questioning why the hero who won the battle was not rewarded but punished instead and was even beaten with thirty sticks. What kind of bullshit was this!
He took a step forward, grabbed Meng Wu's arm with his right hand, and put it like an iron hoop!
The severe pain came, and in just a moment, Liu Bang shuddered in pain.
He looked down and saw that Meng Wu had already retracted his hand, as if he had never grabbed him.
Without any constraints, Liu Bang's face became gloomy and he silently withdrew his steps.
Watching the dog meat being eaten together, Fan Kuai, a good brother who grew up with Wang Qi, walked up to him and lay on the ground.
The old general used his spear as a stick and smashed it down at Fan Kuai on the ground!
The gun barrel made of hard wood fell on Fan Kuai's back and buttocks, making either crisp or dull sounds.
"One! Two! Three! Four..."
With each blow, the veteran counted loudly, but it was unclear who he was talking to.
No matter how brave Fan Kuai was, as he was not wearing armor and fighting bloody battles, he was not invulnerable to swords and spears, and his martial arts skills had not reached the pinnacle, so he was injured.
The gun barrel landed on his body, causing all his wounds that had already healed to burst, and the relatively clean fur coat he had just changed into was once again stained with blood.
This time, it was his own blood.
