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At noon, the sky over the grassland seems to be within reach.
Although he did not think that the Han army was capable of attacking the Xiongnu rear, Yi Zhixie still remained cautious.
He thought for a while, got up and left the king's tent, and came to a big tent next door.
"Great Shaman."
The only thing that can make Yi Zhixie move in person is Enchi.
In the tent, there was a faint smell of blood and an ancient smell.
Shamans major in the three souls of the human body, connecting life and death.
Their spellcasting process requires the use of blood sacrifices, and animal or human blood, as well as bones are used to write incantations.
Shamans believe that human bones and blood contain the imprint of the soul, which is indelible and can communicate with the world after death.
"I received news that a Han army wanted to attack our Xiongnu rear and had arrived to the west of Qiaoba Mountain."
Yi Zhixie said: "I remember that the great shaman can listen to life and death, and there are many bone vessels you refined in the rear. Can you help me verify the authenticity of the news?"
"Chop Mountain?
That's where Jiruobu is closest... there are indeed animal bones that I personally sacrificed and refined."
Enchi forced out a drop of his own blood from his fingertips, and took out a bone fragment from his waist pouch.
Blood fell on it.
His eyes were slightly closed, his body was trembling slightly, and there seemed to be light black breath coming out of his mouth and nose.
Not long after, the great shaman Enchi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yi Zhixie. There was a trace of panic in his usually calm and gloomy eyes.
Just looking at Enchi's expression, Yi Zhixie felt a bad feeling.
"The echo heard by the animal bones is that Jiruobu is filled with death and howling."
Yi Zhixie's expression suddenly changed, as if someone had poured cold water on her head.
Qiuba Mountain...there are really Han troops to the west of Qiuba Mountain!
What does this mean?
This means that the advantage they have gained in recent days will disappear in an instant.
Maybe there's more... Yi Zhixie feels her heartbeat speeding up.
Qiuba Mountain is almost parallel to his Shanyu court. If the Han army appears, has the ability to defeat the Jiruo tribe, and then moves laterally westward, the consequences are really difficult to estimate.
In that direction are all the locations of the Xiongnu tribes.
My house was ransacked!
I led the army to plunder the Han territory, but the Han army turned around and attacked my hometown in the rear area first.
Yi Zhixie's face turned pale, his scalp almost exploded, and he felt a little dizzy.
The great shaman stood up quickly and walked to the tent. Under a wolf-skin territory map that was also hanging, he took out the water bag on the side, took a big sip, and then sprayed the water onto the map.
The next moment, a streak of blood appeared on the map, and one area turned extremely red.
The location is exactly Jiruobu, west of Qiaoba Mountain!
The color on the great shaman's face also faded: "I have been feeling uneasy these past few days, but I can't find the reason... Sure enough, something happened. There was a Han army behind my Huns, and they defeated the Jiruo tribe.
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Yi Zhi's eyes slanted as he looked westward along Jiruobu on the map, and he felt his scalp tighten.
"Tell him to come here."
Soon, Qu Meng walked in from outside the tent.
He had already listened to the messenger's narration on the way, and his face was ugly: "The Han army killed Qiuba Mountain? How is it possible?"
"It's not wrong, I just confirmed it."
Yi Zhi gritted his teeth and said:
"The number of Han troops attacking the rear must be small. If they are mobilized on a large scale, it will be impossible to hide it from us."
"I am leading the troops on the front line, and it is difficult to get away. You quickly lead a cavalry and go back as quickly as possible. The great shaman will use secret techniques to send messages to all departments for defense. You must be fast and travel day and night!"
A quarter of an hour later, a Xiongnu elite team of ten thousand people rode back to the depths of the grassland.
The leader is Qu Meng, who has a fierce look on his face.
In the following days, Yi Zhixie continued to receive news from the great shaman Enchi, and bad news came one after another.
The map of the Huns' territory hanging in the imperial edict's tent has a scarlet color at the back.
The blood color corresponding to death advanced from east to west at a frightening speed. The Huns tribes along the way were defeated one after another.
Jiruobu, Wolf Head, Tianjunbu...
Judging from the picture, the opponent's advancing speed is so terrifying that sometimes after a day, two or three tribes on the picture will be dyed red with blood.
Both the great shaman and Yi Zhixie became anxious and had trouble sleeping and eating.
They are eager to know what is happening behind the scenes.
The scheduled confrontation with the main force of the Han army was also postponed.
Fortunately, Youenzhi used the previous grace to mobilize the strong wind and blocked the main force of the Han army.
"Great Shaman, where are the Han troops in the rear?" Yi Zhixie's eyes widened.
Enchi shook his head: "They were obscured by a force. As they defeated the Xiongnu tribes in the rear one after another, their troops became stronger and stronger. I couldn't see their traces clearly. Judging from the direction of advancement, they were approaching the royal court...
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Shanyu Wangting is Yi Zhixie's hometown.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the anger that had accumulated over the past few days was rising. His throat was fishy and sweet, and he choked out a mouthful of blood.
Time flies.
Qu Meng's team, galloping for days, has returned to the depths of the grassland!
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"The Xiongnu Royal Court has begun to shrink its defense in the past few days and has not sent any troops to pursue." Yao Zhaoxing hurriedly approached Huo Qubing.
They were resting on a low hill on the grassland.
The scouts dispersed and took turns on guard, while the rest took the time to rest and take a nap on the spot.
Some soldiers took out a copper box, pried it open, and poured food into their mouths.
That's what Huo Qubing found a big craftsman to make before. The principle of canning is to put things inside and keep them for a long time, so they can be used as military rations.
A very simple improvement, but it increases the army's continuous combat capability and ensures logistics to a certain extent.
"The Huns are not stupid. We chased them twice and were eaten by us, so naturally they won't send more people out."
Huo Qubing held a grass stalk in his mouth, his mood relaxed.
In the past few days, I can't remember how many Xiongnu tribes I defeated. Anyway, I pushed them along the way and didn't miss any one I encountered.
Some members of the team were reluctant to waste their merits. At first, they cut off the opponent's head and placed it behind the horse's butt to show off their merits.
Later, I found that my head smelled bad, so I threw it away and cut off my ears and sometimes my thumbs.
After all, their team is not butchers, and they cannot kill all the women, children and children of several years old.
If you don't kill the Huns and stay, it will be a disaster, so some soldiers cut off the thumbs of the Huns.
In this way, even if they are alive, they will have no fighting power, they will not be able to hold weapons tightly, and they will consume food in vain. In a sense, keeping such people here is more harmful to the Huns than killing them.
A group with many disabled people will only consume but cannot generate corresponding income, which will slowly weaken the national power of the Xiongnu.
This is war, and there is no room for mercy.
Huo Qubing led the team to fight all the way, and finally approached the Xiongnu royal court.
Facing the tens of thousands of elite soldiers left behind in the Xiongnu royal tent, they first lured them to pursue them, and then used their speed to divide and encroach.
Unfortunately, the Huns quickly realized the alarming speed of this Han army and no longer easily sent out troops to pursue them.
An hour ago, a scout saw tens of thousands of Xiongnu elites returning to camp.
Counting the time, Huo Qubing judged that it was the Huns who were attacking the Han from the front. They already knew that he was coming to cut off the retreat, so he sent reinforcements back.
That's good, it can reduce the pressure on the main force of the Han army.
He stood up slowly, and because of his standing up, the entire team quickly entered a state of readiness. Even the members of the team who had taken a short nap before also turned over and sat up.
There was no noise during the process and it was orderly.
The team has been fighting for days and is physically tired. However, because it has been fully prepared in advance, its spirit is always in a state of excitement and its fighting spirit is high.
Everyone knows that when they return, this time they will attack the Xiongnu thousands of miles away, which will shock the world.
In the eyes of these soldiers, Huo Qubing, who had led them to attack the enemy for days, was like a god descending from heaven!
When he got on his horse, his shirt caught the wind.
Jin'an hissed softly and ran down the short hill in small steps, heading straight towards the direction of the Huns' royal court.
Behind, nearly a thousand troops followed each other like the wind, holding on to their spears!
In the vast history, no one may know their names. But this battle is destined to be recorded in the annals of history, remembered by mountains and rivers, and praised by people. Throughout history, who has ever traveled thousands of miles to attack foreign enemies?
Camp, gallop invincibly!
Countless Han people will never forget their merits and will still be shocked by their bravery thousands of years later.
No regrets even if you die!
Yao Zhao, Zhao Ponu, and even all the Han troops are willing to follow the figure with flying shirts in front and fight to the death without regrets!
The Royal Court of the Huns.
Qu Meng had just returned with his troops to help. He drank a large bowl of milk tea, and the fatigue from running thousands of miles was slightly reduced. With scarlet eyes, he asked Zha Xu, the Huns who were left behind: "How much loss do we have?
How many people are there in the Han army?"
"From Choiba Mountain at the east end to the west, a total of seventeen tribes were not spared. They were all defeated by the other side. All the adult men were killed on the spot, and no one survived. Most of the women and other laborers had their thumbs amputated, and only those who could not remember the incident were killed.
of young children were spared.”
Qu Meng took a breath of cold air.
The sharpness of the Han army was beyond his expectation.
"They started harassing the royal court yesterday. I sent people to pursue them and fought with them. There were...nearly a thousand people in total." Zha Xu had a beard, thick hair, and braids on the back of his head.
"How many people?"
The number of Han troops who penetrated the Xiongnu rear was less than a thousand!
"You commanded the elite to stay behind and allowed more than a thousand Han troops to rush and kill our Xiongnu tribes?"
Qu Meng raised his horsewhip and slapped Zha Xu hard on the face. The blood was bright red and the flesh was turned out.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside, the sound of hoofbeats came closer and closer, and the Han army was attacking the camp again!