: Han soldiers

Author: Gongsun Wujiu

: Han soldiers

"Han Ye is best at close combat, and this armor is best for him..."

"Not bad! Not bad!"

Han Ye did not delay and immediately started to put on the armor with the help of Pan Hong.

This armor is too heavy, so heavy that it will affect the speed and balance of ordinary soldiers.

But it was just right for Han Ye. He was originally born as a heavy infantryman. Putting on armor made him feel as if he had returned to the Northern Army...

After Pan Hong put on the iron armor for Lao Han, he also put on an iron coat for himself.

Then I rummaged through and found a piece of armor. I put it on myself first, regardless of whether it fit or not.

Putting on their armor, everyone quickly chose weapons that suited them.

After everyone was equipped, they quickly moved the excess weapons and equipment into the beacon.

Then it was time to prepare food and water, and everyone hurriedly moved everything they could think of into the beacon.

Just as everyone was getting ready, they felt the beacon trembling.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the Huns were approaching, and everyone began to become nervous.

When Pan Hong and others boarded the beacon again, the rumble of horse hooves outside the fort had stopped, and the Huns had dismounted and prepared to attack.

Everyone said nothing and stared at the Huns in the distance. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people feel suffocating.

"What should I do?" Gao Yuan's voice trembled.

Pan Hong also fell silent, he didn't know what to do.

Except for the two to three hundred cavalrymen who went to Fort Xuanwei, the rest of the Huns stopped outside Killing Hu Fort.

With such a large number of Huns, even if the Dunbao garrison had not been transferred, it would be difficult to resist them, not to mention that there are only a few people left.

"Are you going to die here today? It seems that Chang'an will never go back..."

While Pan Hong was thinking about his thoughts, a rare Huns wearing iron armor appeared on the mound opposite.

I saw that he seemed to be saying something to the people around him.

After a while, a Huns hundred-man troop emerged from the crowd and approached the Dunbao.

"How did these Huns escape the scouts from all over the place and come to Loulan?"

The plateau wailed. This was his first time on the battlefield. The Huns and horses on the opposite side were so densely packed that he was frightened. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Except for Han Ye, who has been fighting for a long time, his performance is relatively calm, the performance of several other people is not much better.

Pan Hong only felt his mouth was a little dry. Before he was sent to Loulan, he was a dandy in Chang'an City, and he had never experienced anything like this.

After calming down, Pan Hong stared blankly in the direction of Loulan City, could it be that King Loulan fell to the Huns again?"

Just as he was thinking about his thoughts, Zhao Huer suddenly pointed in the distance and shouted: "The Huns are chasing our people..."

When everyone took a look, it turned out that the Huns were chasing and killing several Han soldiers in the east.

At this time, Gao Yuan suddenly shouted, "Oops, those are Gao Xiang and Zhang Chu..."

While he was talking, the few fleeing soldiers had already been shot off their horses.

Several Huns stepped forward and chopped off the heads of the dead Han soldiers.

There was another Han soldier who seemed to be alive and was dragged by the Huns towards the Hun leader.

Zhao Huer said sadly and angrily, "The one captured by the Huns was Gao Xiang..."

It was their robe, Gao Xiang, that was captured by the Huns.

Gao Xiang screamed and was dragged all the way by the Huns. Everyone looked at this scene and their eyes were about to burst into flames, but there was nothing they could do.

Soon Gao Xiang was dragged in front of the Hun leader.

At this time, the helmet on his head was missing and his armor was in tatters.

Gao Xiang, who was thrown to the ground, reluctantly raised his head and saw the leader of this group of Huns.

This Hun noble was very young, wearing iron armor all over his body, and even his face wore an iron mask, making it impossible for people to see his appearance.

This young Xiongnu aristocrat belonged to the Luantang family and was named "Tuqi". He was the princely heir of King Yougu Li of the royal family of the Huns.

He was also the commander of the Thousand Cavalry of the Huns this time.

Tu Qi babbled in Hun language for a while, and a Loulan servant next to him immediately said to Gao Xiang:

"The prince now needs officials who are familiar with the situation in the castle. Are you willing to surrender to Hu?"

"The prince has said that if you are willing to provide information about the situation in the fort and persuade the prince to surrender the Han army in the fort, I will promise you a hundred cattle and sheep!"

Gao Xiang is not a tough guy. He has spent many years in the frontier, but he has not even become a corps commander. It can be said that he has accomplished nothing in his life.

Now, being captured by the Huns, he was so frightened that his legs could not help but tremble. Without being beaten and forced by the Huns, he had already fallen to his knees because his legs were weak.

His performance was seen in the eyes of the Hun Prince, who showed a satisfied smile in his eyes.

"As long as you are willing to surrender, the benefits will be indispensable to him..."

The Loulan man began to persuade him to surrender again.

Gao Xiang was struggling in his heart. He was very scared. He was afraid of death. He wanted to surrender, but he thought of the consequences of surrender.

"If I surrender, my wife and children will all become criminals. If I die in battle... the boys in the family can also be adopted by the military, and even have the opportunity to be selected as Yulin Orphans..."

If I bow my head, my whole family will also suffer, and three generations will be sinners!

I am afraid that none of my boys will have the chance to marry and have children, and then my family will really have no descendants.

If I raise my head high, even though I will die, my descendants will all be able to hold their heads high!

After thinking clearly, when he looked at Tu Qi again, although the fear was still there, there was another emotion in his eyes.

Tragic...

He shook his head firmly: "I am a Chinese nobleman, how can I surrender to Hu..."

These few words were spoken by Pan Hong on a daily basis, but in fact he himself didn’t quite understand what they meant.

But saying it made me feel very uplifted.

"I am a Han soldier, a descendant of the strong Han Miao, how can I weaken the Hu!" he suddenly shouted.

"Crack!"

A whip was drawn, and Lao Gao was knocked to the ground.

Because he refused to surrender and was even more unwilling to tell the situation in Baohu Fort, he was eventually nailed to the ground by a Huns with a spear.

Tu Qi set his sights on Pohu Fort and pointed the riding crop in his hand at Pohu Fort.

"What's the name of this fort?"

"Destroy... destroy Fort Hu!"

The Huns often call themselves "Hu" when speaking to the outside world.

When the army was established, Shanyu sent an envoy to leave a letter to the Han Dynasty that said: "There are big Han people in the south and strong Hu people in the north. The Hu people are the proud sons of heaven."

"Broken Hu? I want to see who is breaking whom!"

At this time, a Xiongnu Hundred Cavalry Commander came with a horse:

"Prince, let's act quickly!"

Tu Qi smiled and said: "Let the children take action, it should also start in Loulan City..."

…

"Gao Xiang!"

Han Ye's eyes almost popped out of his head. The relationship between the two was actually not very good, and they had many fights.

But after all, it was Paoze who got along day and night. Now, watching Gao Xiang die in the hands of the Huns, his teeth were about to be broken...
Chapter completed!