"Escape quickly, escape quickly, as long as you escape Yinshan, you will go home!" Shanyu rode his horse and shouted, cheering for the escaped Xiongnu.

Yinshan has been the natural barrier in the minds of the Huns since ancient times. There has never been a precedent for the Chinese army to cross Yinshan on a large scale for thousands of years. In their opinion, as long as they cross Yinshan, they will go home. Even if the Shanyu does not cheer up, the Huns will be happy and happy.

“Utra!”

“Utra!”

The Huns waved their arms and roared, bursts of shocking sounds of long live.

Fighting with the Qin army was their nightmare. The Huns who were rampant in the desert had no power to fight back and could only be slaughtered. They had long been shattered and wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly back to the desert. Now, when they came to Yinshan, they were about to get rid of the bad luck, and they couldn't be happy.

With hope, the Huns were full of morale and energetic. They were no longer as dejected as before. Everyone was happy. Mo Ming. As well, it was easier to escape, as if they were traveling.

“Utra!”

“Utra!”

Flashes of long live sounded across the sky, running straight through the sky, containing the good mood of the Huns.

If they knew that their retreat had been cut off by Wang Jian, I wonder what they would feel?

It doesn't matter if you don't know, you'll know it right away.

In this way, under the leadership of the Shanyu, the Huns dreamed of going home and galloped northward in the pass with ease and joy.

Although Qin Yiren took the best response strategy, he asked the Qin army to knock down the tent and create chaos, allowing the Huns to kill each other and kill countless people. However, after all, there were too many people going south this time, no less than one million people. Even if it was chaotic, no matter how heavy the casualties were, it would be impossible to encircle and annihilate the Huns in the Beihe River. There were many Xiongnu who were surrounded, and there were at least 400,000 to 500,000.

As soon as these Huns rushed out of the camp, they fled to the north as if they were desperate. They had only one idea, that was, to go home and return to their home in the desert.

Forty or five hundred thousand Huns fled, there was a rush of people, surging and surging, unstoppable, galloping in the Yinshan Pass, shaking the earth, and making a sound that had the power to destroy the world.

The sound spread from afar, like a thunderclap, which could be heard dozens of miles away.

Shanyu rode a horse and galloped in the pass, looking at the familiar Yinshan Mountains. He was happy and smiled on his face. Although these people went south, although the casualties were heavy, he was very unhappy, but the joy of escaping from the sky came, he was still very happy.

"As long as you escape this disaster, I vow to avenge this revenge! Qin Yiren, Li Mu, you wait for me!" The Shanyu fled while changing his mind.

How could he forget that the ancestral tomb was dug up? If he did not avenge this revenge, he would not be worthy of being a human being! The Shanyu, who was not worthy of being a Hun!

"Da Shanyu, look, what is that?" Just as he turned his mind, he heard the Zuo Xianwang screaming and pointed his right hand at Fang.

Shanyu looked in the direction of Zuo Xianwang's finger and saw a black water line standing in front of him.

"This is..." Shanyu thought about it, and after scraping his stomach, he didn't remember what this was.

"Do you know what this is?" Shanyu turned his head and asked at the ministers.

"I don't know." The ministers were also confused.

"When we went south, there was no such thing. What would this be?" Some ministers kept knocking on their foreheads, as if they were about to knock out the answer.

Not long after, the black waterline became clearer, and a minister screamed: "It's a camp! It's a camp!"

"Zhangjiao?"

"Impossible! How could there be a camp here? It's absolutely impossible!"

Is it very difficult to ask them to believe that this is a camp, and it is not easier than climbing to the sky.

This time when we headed south, the Huns were walking to this pass. At that time, there was not even a ghost here, so how could a camp appear?

When I heard this, I felt like I was listening to a fantasy, so how could I believe it?

"It's really a camp, it's a camp, it's impossible to make a mistake!"

"Yes, look, that's a village, that's a sentry tower, it must be a camp!"

Soon, they saw clearly that this was indeed a camp, with a village and a mail tower. What else could it be if it wasn't a camp?

"Whose camp is it?"

Immediately afterwards, the Huns were so questionable, and they were very puzzled.

"A Great Huns camp, as long as the tent is installed, you will not get these useless camps. This is definitely not the Great Huns camp. Whose will it belong to?"

Where can the Huns answer this question? They only know that this will definitely not be the Huns' camp. Because the Huns camp will be established as long as the tent is set up and they will not be a village.

"Can it be the Qin army's camp?" The Huns finally thought of it.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Qin army is behind us. We have already gotten rid of the Qin army, how could it be ahead of us?"

"That's right, even if the Qin army has wings and can fly, it is not as good as the Great Huns' riding skills!"

It is not ordinary or difficult to make the Huns believe that this is the Qin army's camp. First, the Huns are very confident in their cavalry, and they will not believe that the Qin army will be ahead of them even if they are killed. Second, they are absolutely unwilling and dare not believe that if they believe that the Qin army is ahead of them, it means that their retreat has been cut off and they will lose hope of escape.

"Gugu!" A strange sound came from Shanyu's throat, like an old hen on a rooster's turn.

Not only did he make a strange sound in his throat, but his face was pale and bloodless, as if he had been buried in the soil.

After all, Shanyu was a smart man. His thoughts turned quickly and he understood that this was definitely the Qin army's camp.

"Uh!" The Hun ministers' faces changed drastically, and they all made a sound of grinding their teeth, and they collectively lost their voices.

Like the Chanyu, they thought of the most terrible possibility and could not help but be scared.

This possibility is very terrible. Once it comes true, they will die without a place to bury them, and the Huns will never return, so they will not be afraid. They are trembling and only feel the buzzing sound in their minds, as if the end of the world is coming.

This has already hit people a lot, but there are even more hit people, and only a scream sounded.

"Qin army! It's Qin army! It's the terrible Qin army!"

"It's really the Qin army! That's the Qin army's flag! The character on it is the Qin army."

"We can all recognize the Qin army's flag. I will never forget the word Qin in my life."

The Huns recognized the Qin army's flag and were shocked, screaming sounded, one after another, as if they were seeing a demon.

The terror of the Qin army is too deep. It is verified by the sea of ​​blood of the Xiongnu corpses. They will be afraid even if they dream. At this moment, when they see the army blocking the road, can they not be shocked?

"Puku!" Shanyu felt a dizzy turn and fell from the horse's back. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, motionless.

At this time, Shanyu's mind was buzzing, his eyes were black, and he didn't know the north and south of the world. He only asked one question: "It's over! It's over! The Great Huns are finished! The Great Huns are finished!"

With his cleverness, he naturally thought that this Qin army should be the ambush of the Qin army, which Qin Yiren had long been hidden here, and was specially used to cut off their retreat.

"Damn Qin Yiren, you are so good at cheating! You are so good at cheating! You not only deceived Ben Shanyu's wealth, cattle, sheep, and horses, but also deceived Ben Shanyu to believe that you only have 200,000 troops, but you hide an ambush here!" Chanyu, who was lying on the ground, kept shouting in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood that the Qin army that came to Hetao this time was not 100,000, nor 200,000, but more.

As for how Qin Yiren hid this Qin army, it is not difficult to guess, it must be hidden in Yinshan Mountains. This village must have been built by the Qin army during this period.

"Damn it, damn it!" Shanyu looked up at the sky, and a roar to the sky contained unwillingness and anger.

When he understood Qin Yiren's entire plan, he not only did not have any joy, but his heart sank straight down, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Qin Yiren's plans were closely linked, and the Huns were counted as dead. Now, the Huns were in a desperate situation and could not escape. Even if he had the ability to reach the sky and the earth, he would not have thought of escaping.

"What can I do? What can I do?"

The Huns were frightened by Mo Ming, just like a kind little white rabbit meeting a hungry wolf. They were all shocked by Mo Ming's face and changed drastically.

Panic, like a plague, spread among the Huns. Soon, countless Huns fell into horror, and the joy of thinking that they could escape was gone.

"Da Shanyu, don't panic, don't panic." Zuo Xianwang was so calm that he flew off the horse and shouted loudly beside the Shanyu.

"Who can't panic when he is in this relationship? Even the great Kunlun God will be panic!" Shanyu really wanted to spit on the face of King Zuo Xian, but he knew that he was right and could only roar in his heart.

"Huhhhhhhhhhh!" Shanyu took a long breath, forced himself to calm down, got up from the ground, raised his throat, and shouted: "Don't panic, the warriors of the Great Huns, this is no big deal!"

He was forcibly calm, and on the surface he seemed calm, but in fact, he felt that his legs were weak and he was weak, and he might fall to the ground at any time. However, he knew that if he could not force himself to calm at this time, it would inevitably turn into a disaster, and the Huns would kill each other again. Without the Qin army, the Huns would suffer heavy casualties.

"Da Shanyu, what should I do? What should I do?"

The Huns looked at Shanyu with pitiful eyes.

"Don't worry, this Shanyu has his own way to keep you alive, because we have the great Kunlun God." At this moment, Shanyu was helpless and had no choice but to sacrifice the flag of Kunlun God.

"God of Kunlun, please protect your faithful people!" As soon as he mentioned Kunlun God, many Huns immediately fell to the ground and prayed to Kunlun God.

The Kunlun God did not respond to them, did not save them, and seemed to have abandoned them.

Fortunately, in this desperate situation, it is good to have such a pitiful spiritual sustenance, and the Huns were no longer so panicked.

Seeing this, Shanyu felt relieved, flew on the horse, slapped the horse on his back, and headed straight for the Qin army camp.
Chapter completed!