: Determining the Battle [Ask for votes]
The cold moon shines brightly.
"This man must be a general of the Han army!"
Mulangtuo's heart moved in surprise, and he suddenly reached out and pulled out a long bow from the side of the horse, bent the bow and set an arrow, and suddenly three arrows shot out.
Arrows are as fast as lightning!
However, Mulangtuo saw an astonishing scene immediately.
The arrow that was shot in front of the Han general was stopped by an invisible force and was unable to move forward.
The opponent didn't even blink, showing a calmness that was incompatible with the battlefield.
Snap!
The arrows fell to the ground one after another.
At the same time, Mulangtuo felt a killing intent like a mountain roar and a tsunami coming, impacting his consciousness.
He raised the knife and dropped it.
call!
Xiao Qisheng suddenly threw the war spear in his hand, and the sound of it breaking through the air was low and whimpering, like a siege tree hitting the opponent.
Xiao Qisheng laughed wildly and punched out.
However, the more people you control at the same time, the weaker the effect and the shorter the duration of the strategy.
Where Huo Qubing was, a shadowy figure was rising from the shadow behind him, sucking out a large amount of the killing energy on the battlefield.
The scary thing is that he has no idea how to deal with this power, and his eyebrows are already in pain.
Dianzhen has been waiting for a reply from the Xiongnu these days.
"I have received news that the Huns have stopped slaughtering the royal family and have agreed to join forces to raid the Han Xiguan."
"Mulangtuobu, why are there so few people? Where are the others?" a Qiang man who was changing clothes asked casually.
Elsewhere, on the mountains at night, Huo Qubing stood on his horse and looked at the retreating Qiang troops, his face expressionless.
When Huo Qubing came to Beiguan, the first thing he asked was Xiao Ying if the military uniforms and other "props" were ready, just to implement the strategy at hand.
"If the front army successfully opens the Han Pass, they will take the opportunity to rush through the border. If they fail to open the Han Pass, they will wait for the Huns to come over as usual and then act together."
The key is that the timing of Boyan's departure must be very appropriate and must be closely coordinated with Huo Qubing.
Huo Qubing sat on the horse and turned his head to look in the north and south directions.
Dianzhen issued a series of orders.
More than a hundred miles away, the ancient Qiang tribe.
The general was holding an extra-large war spear. After he appeared, he stared at Mulangtuo from a distance and yelled: "I want to fight with the general, are you worthy?"
The war situation has been decided. Surrender or not depends on how many people can survive.
At the right time, Mulangtuo and Anwa were also covered in blood. The team behind them totaled less than a hundred people, and their movements seemed a bit sluggish. However, considering that they had just experienced a fight, no one felt anything unusual.
Dian Zhen thought deeply and said: "The Han army that was defeated by you must have to retreat to the Han border.
Mulang ducked down to avoid it, but he didn't expect that the roaring flag was thicker but thinner. The spear he threw contained a dark force and sank suddenly.
Mulang Tuo couldn't avoid it, so he had no choice but to draw his waist knife and face Xiao Qisheng.
A group of Qiang people quickly changed into the blood-stained Han military uniforms carried on horseback.
It was a strategy they arranged to lure more Qiang people out of the camp.
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However, behind some slightly higher hills in the surrounding area, another team wearing Han border army armor appeared. There were more than a hundred people in total, each holding a crossbow and shooting at the Qiang people who had fled and scattered.
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Dianzhen walked out of the room, only to see Boyan, one of Mulangtuo's deputies, coming back.
"Clean up the scene and get ready."
At this time, all this breath was swallowed up by the Yin body, increasing Huo Qubing's practice.
"The key to this plan is to be quick. The best time is to take advantage of the retreat of the deserters of the Han army who were defeated by you. Our people are among them. In the panic of retreating, no one can bother to check their identity. This is the best time.
Dian Zhen made a fist with his left hand and hit the palm of his right hand, quite excitedly, and added:
On the ground, Mulangtuo and Anwa, who had just been beaten to death, moved quietly.
The ancient Qiang tribe took action throughout the night, dispatching troops and horses.
I stayed in the border town for three days, seemingly without any action, but in fact it was to spread the news that the Han Imperial Army had arrived in the border town, so that the surrounding forces, large and small, would know about it.
"Remember, this plan must be quick. Attack Hanguan overnight and take advantage of the chaos to implement it. If you miss tonight, this plan will not work." Dian Zhenchunchun warned, feeling happy in his heart.
The arrangements for tonight have just begun.
Also on this night, Yao Zhen led the way and the Huns cavalry led by Jin Wu fought all the way back. They approached the Han border with great momentum, preparing to join the Qiang people.
If they can open the city gate and our people take advantage of the chaos to rush into the Han border town, the possibility of success is indeed not small."
Mulang staggered to resist, but was blasted through the defense by a huge force. His chest was directly collapsed by a punch, his heart was pressed against his back, and he was killed instantly.
There seemed to be a force in the void, imprisoning him in place.
The Xiutu royal family has been named Jin for generations. The Xiutu king of this generation is in his prime, nearly forty years old.
Dian Zhen went over and patted the human-shaped Boyan on the shoulder to encourage him and said, "Since the battle is over, why didn't Mulangtuo come back?"
It was too late for the Qiang people to resist.
Mulangtuo's collapsed chest slowly swelled up with a burst of Qi, returning to its original state before the injury.
He followed the Qiang people sent by Dianzhen to report the news, and returned to the area near the border of the Han army again and again, exactly three days later.
"good."
Now that it's almost done, it's time to start other arrangements.
Everything is progressing according to Huo Hou's instructions, and in accordance with our time, it should have already started." Xiao Ying said respectfully.
The battlefield gradually became quiet.
On the battlefield, all the Qiang people were defeated and fled.
Mulangtuo didn't dare to delay, so he turned his horse and left.
He was covered in blood and had obviously experienced a bloody battle not long ago.
Mulangtuo specializes in witchcraft.
Many of the Qiang people fell to the ground with their crossbows, and their defeat was irreversible. Even escaping became a luxury.
Resurrecting a corpse is a strange military technique that divides the soul, affects the minds of others, or even directly controls the body of the newly deceased.
Mulang hummed and nodded.
Boyan on the side took over the conversation: "Mu Lang came here first in order to bring clothes to me and others, while the others are still cleaning the battlefield."
Spies with embroidered clothes are all over the world, and there are already people from the Qiang tribe. They used Song Ran's method of painting faces in the past, replacing Zhuo Qingke's method, and got Boyan with a bloody face. He was pressed for time and only said a few words.
Under the circumstances, it is not difficult to deceive Dianzhen.
"The front army put on the uniforms of the Han army and rushed to the pass, while the rear army hid in the dark and followed."
The other party hadn't officially taken action yet, but the suppression of the soul alone made him unable to resist.
Mulangtuo suddenly sheathed his sword, stepped back, gave up resistance and said, "Wait a minute, we are willing to surrender, we are willing to surrender!"
Huo Qubing asked Xiao Ying, who was following behind: "How is your advance going?"
It has always been Dianzhen's dream to make the Qiang tribes famous and further strengthen the ancient Qiang tribe.
Their language contains a small amount of Chinese and Xiongnu.
After a while, someone responded from behind a low hill in front.
"There are only a few hundred pieces, and they are very bloody. After all, we just fought with them."
To be continued...