In the darkness that seemed like a ball of ink, the black armored figure that had traveled seven hundred miles appeared vaguely.
The Huns army began to collapse.
And when those Qin soldiers wearing black armor reflected a Huns face in the firelight, speaking the Xiongnu language, they descended like endless waves, one after another.
The Huns threw away their scimitars and raised their hands to show that they had no weapons and had surrendered.
And those black-armored Qin troops who once slaughtered the entire Gaoque City and drove the leader of the Xianlong tribe crazy, rode past them and really did not harm their lives.
This made the Xiongnu army more sure of the speculation based on the black-armored Xiongnu faces and the 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 knew the current situation and abandoned this doubt. This Hei family army is our Xiongnu tribe!
We are all Huns, people of the desert. Surrendering is not considered betrayal.
"Evacuate, this is the traitor's last madness, the last bite of the jackal before he dies. Our warriors' lives cannot be risked here!"
Touman, who was as strong as a big bear, listened to the faint cry of killing that reached his ears, and forced himself to calm down, but his words were still obviously angry.
Three days of siege, no camp roar, and still maintaining full combat effectiveness, how is this possible! I would rather believe that the rabbit kicked off the eagle and ate it!
He had a sullen face, but deep down he was not very worried. Instead, he felt a sense of relief - the traitor had finally broken through.
Breaking through means that there is not enough food and we cannot survive.
So what if we successfully break through the encirclement under the cover of night? We are still in the encirclement of the desert.
Alone, without supplies, you will eventually die.
As long as you avoid this sharp edge that appears out of nowhere, victory still belongs to the great Touman Shanyu.
Touman quickly judged the situation and conveyed the order to the major tribal leaders as quickly as possible, but in fact it was not needed.
The leaders of the major tribes had made the same decision as Touman long before Touman's order was issued. While gathering their own tribes, they released the encirclement.
The Xianlong tribe that once occupied Gaoque City, the junction between the Xiongnu and Qin, had 30,000 string-control warriors. Their strength was in the middle and upper reaches of many large Xiongnu tribes. However, they were massacred by the butcher Meng Tian with this black-armored Qin army, women, children, old and young.
Empty.
Ninety percent of the 30,000 warriors were killed in the battle, and only 3,000 were left who ran back to the royal court without even a chance to escape.
They are here to kill the tired army, grab battle armor and horses, and strengthen the tribe, not to be the second Xianlong tribe.
Touman breathed a sigh of relief when all the tribes evacuated, and then cursed.
"Damn it! Wolf body and fox brain!"
Touman, who had long known the temperament of the leader of the large tribe, no longer immersed himself in this, but began to command the retreat in an orderly manner.
The Luoti tribe where he belongs is the most powerful and is responsible for escorting sheep and allocating food and grass resources.
The warriors of the Luoting tribe drove the sheep into the darkness. The sheep seemed very dissatisfied with being woken up from their sleep, and were being driven away in the darkness, bleating non-stop.
"Fortunately, I chose to break through where the situation was strong."
Touman was somewhat sober and felt happy.
If this black-armored army chose his direction to break out on this night, the most powerful Luoti tribe would also be defeated.
Facing the Taotie Army in its heyday, Touman had no fighting spirit and no desire to make any contact. He retreated seven hundred miles in a row, which fully illustrates his attitude.
There was no fighting tonight, and there was no casualty. The Luoting tribe drove their sheep in silence, and their morale was very low.
There was a deep sense of frustration in their hearts, and they were ashamed of the slightest thought that they were glad that the Qin army did not break out from the direction of their headquarters.
They knew that they could not defeat the black-armored Qin army, which was a type that could not be fought.
There is no need for a head-on confrontation, from the Shanyu's order for the tribes to retreat, and the distant wails and sounds of surrender.
They knew that this was an enemy they could not defeat.
When Touman saw this, he thought for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing, making all the warriors of the nearby Luoti tribe look at him.
We are all like this, how can Shanyu still smile so happily?
"Hahaha, it's really ridiculous! That traitor is brave and foolish, and the Qin army is good at fighting but has little wisdom. If I come to break out, I must choose the direction of the flock. A breakout like this, without food and grass, is just a quick death!"
The depression that originally hung over everyone's heads dissipated a little, and Touman's joy brought joy to the entire Luotang tribe.
Seeing that the effect was remarkable, Touman, who was sitting astride the tall horse, pretended to be arrogant.
"Qin relied on weapons and armor, and Yueshi relied on horses, and both of them had outstanding combat capabilities. Today's black-armored enemy army has both Qin weapons and Yueshi's twin horses. Even a group of women will be able to fight with these two
Be powerful. Relying on the power of external objects is not true power. Take off their armor and take away their horses, and they will be like women, lying on the ground and letting you do whatever you want."
The people of the Luantang tribe who gathered around Touman and could clearly hear Touman's words laughed loudly. Then, when asked by people around them, they repeated what Shanyu had said, and the laughter spread.
Word of mouth spread, and laughter continued. It didn't take long for the Luoting tribe to get rid of their lowered moods, and everyone held their heads high and smiled.
Yes, what's the point of relying on external things? That's not winning by relying on one's own strength.
With their armor removed and on their own, under the same conditions, they would tease these people like women!
Touman's words continued to be repeated, and the joy continued to spread.
Suddenly, a cry of killing rang in their ears, and a group of cavalry appeared out of nowhere and charged towards them!
Just at the first contact, the people of the Luuti tribe fell on their backs and suffered heavy casualties!
The rising sun has not yet risen, and the east is white.
The night is no longer as dark as the black ink that was ground out for the first time.
Instead, it was like water mixed with water twice, giving it some slight visibility, allowing them to vaguely see its general appearance.
They saw this cavalry charging into battle alone! They saw this cavalry without armor! They saw that this cavalry looked like the Huns just like them!
The two conditions were the same, but they lost.
The frightened and running flocks made the military formation of the Luoti tribe more and more chaotic, and they could not effectively organize a counterattack immediately.
They watched helplessly as a big man with gnarled muscles, his bare arms and face covered in blood, rushed toward them with a weird broadsword that looked very similar to a butcher's knife.
Wherever he passed, there was a bloody storm, and there was no enemy. He forcibly cut a bloody path through the crowd!
"I am Fan Kuai, a subordinate of Prince Modun!"
The cavalry following him advanced rapidly along this bloody road, constantly expanding their results.
They looked at the Qin man rushing at the front and looked at the broad back.
Even though he is not wearing iron armor, he is still full of pride!
The general is not afraid of death, why should we be afraid? Kill!
Wails and screams descended on the Luoti tribe.
Touman's hands and feet were cold, and he was stunned for a moment.
What about the sound of horse hooves? Why is there no sound of horse hooves? Why is there no thunderous sound of horse hooves in the cavalry charge?
"Chanyu, go quickly!"
A group of personal guards hugged Touman Chanyu and fled away from the sudden appearance of the cavalry.
After reacting, Touman ducked down immediately and hid among his guards to guard against cold arrows.
After giving an order to a captain of ten thousand men to cut off his queen, he was protected by his personal guards and fled.
Reason told Touman that if he charged forward like that man named Fan Kuai and took the lead, he would have a great chance of turning defeat into victory.
Neither the men nor the horses of this cavalry wore those black iron armors, they were all made of flesh and blood. The warriors of the Luoting tribe only needed him to boost their morale and they could counterattack immediately.
Although the number of cavalry could not be seen vaguely, they were certainly not too many, and there could not be many soldiers hidden in the open area.
Touman has no sense.
The sword has no eyes. Even if he is protected by personal guards, he may die in this cavalry.
He is a Chanyu, and he regrouped after losing this time. He is still the king of the Huns. Why would he risk his life?
The general charged into the battle. Touman had never heard of this kind of tactics and would not know how to fight like this. The son of a rich man could not sit down in the hall.
Touman fled extremely decisively and quickly.
The sudden appearance of this cavalry in front of him really frightened the Shanyu. He was so frightened that he did not dare to appoint his highly skilled warriors to intercept Fan Kuai at a fixed point.
If you can achieve no sound of horse hooves, you may be able to hide tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in an open area.
He knew it was impossible, but it was impossible for the cavalry to charge without the sound of hoofbeats!
The dawn breaks and the sun shines brightly.
The cold gradually recedes under the sun, and the light drives away the darkness and descends into the world.
But this land seems to have been cut off from the human world, with blood dripping and corpses scattered everywhere, a scene from hell.
Wang Yan was wearing a sheepskin coat, clenched his hands into fists, put them to his mouth and coughed softly.
When a person gets old, his body and bones are not as good as before. It is no longer time for him to crawl on the ice and lie in the snow and not take it seriously.
Walking among the corpses, walking in the arms and legs, the soles of the shoes were stained with blood that had been separated from the liquid form, the veteran became more and more angry as he looked at it.
"Ahem, ask Fan Kuai to come see me, ahem!"
He was coughing violently, as if he was coughing out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
I squatted on the ground and it took me a long time to recover.
When he stood up, Fan Kuai, who was still bloody, was standing in front of her. His blood-red face was terrifying, like a Rakshasa in hell.
But Wang Ye didn't show any fear.
After experiencing the Changping War, no war in this world can scare him anymore.
"What is your mission?"
The veteran's voice is like muffled thunder, loud and low-pitched.
"Stealing food and grass."
Fan Kuai replied angrily.
"I issued a military order, asking you to kill less people, recruit surrenderers, and not kill those who surrendered. Have you done that?"
"Never."
"He's still a man, cough cough."
The veteran coughed several more times.
"Go ahead and gather the corpses together and burn them on the spot. Although the desert is cold, if we don't care, the plague will still break out."
"promise."
All the lives that were alive just an hour ago were stripped of their clothes and piled together naked, regardless of age or age.
Materials are scarce in the desert. Silk, silk, linen, satin, brocade, and clothes are also important materials and cannot be wasted.
The pile of corpses is getting higher and bigger.
The Huns and Qin people who were cleaning the battlefield were all talking and laughing.
But after an unknown number of veterans who coughed once or twice from time to time, and whose faces were even colder than this weather, came to inspect the place. I don’t know why, but everyone became a lot quieter.
Finally, all the corpses were touched, and a huge pile of corpses was piled up one foot high and five feet wide.
Most of the corpses here were killed by the 10,000 cavalry led by Fan Kuai, followed by a small portion of those killed by stampedes, and only a small part by the 50,000 Taotie army.
Deputy General Wang Ye stood in front of this huge pile of corpses. Next to him were six generals.
Without the need for an order from the veteran general, a group of soldiers first piled the dead grass and branches they had collected next to the pile of corpses, and then threw ignited torches on top.
The flames, fueled by human life, burned blazingly, burning the whole body of the veteran who was not far from the corpse pile.
The sound of the peppercorns kept ringing. I don't know if it was the explosion of burning fat mixed with blood and water, or the sound of skin and flesh being burned and tightened.
Nearly ten thousand Huns soldiers who had thrown away their weapons and surrendered were all brought to the vicinity of this huge pile of corpses.
They watched the comrades who were joking with them being swallowed up by the flames, clenching their fists and remaining silent.
The scene soon became completely quiet.
The coldness was driven away instantly, and the fire of life was hotter than the sun in the sky.
In the distance, there are Hun scouts who stayed to observe the situation.
In the far distance, there is the reorganized Huns army.
Black smoke rose into the sky, twisting and turning, drifting east and west, but its upward momentum never fell, and it could be seen for hundreds of miles around.
The veteran felt much better and stopped coughing. He frowned and relaxed under the scorching heat.
He turned around, and behind him were countless eyes.
There are prisoners, Taotie soldiers, Qin people, and Huns.
The veteran walked forward quickly and picked up the spear held by the bodyguard.
"Fan Kuai is a murderer. Anyone who refuses to surrender is a violation of military discipline and should be punished with thirty sticks! Fan Kuai stepped forward and fell to the ground!"
Liu Bang's eyebrows stood up and he was about to get angry. He asked what kind of bullshit was it that after winning a battle, the hero would be punished instead of rewarded and punished with thirty sticks!
He took a step forward, turned to the right and grabbed Meng Wu's arm, like an iron hoop!
The severe pain hit him, and for just a moment, Liu Bang shivered in pain.
He looked down and saw that Meng Wu's big hand had been retracted, as if he had never been caught.
Liu Bang, who was free of constraints, had a gloomy expression on his face and silently retracted his steps.
Watching them eating dog meat together, Fan Kuai, a good brother who grew up together, walked up to Wang Ye and lay down on the ground.
The veteran used the spear as a club and smashed it against Fan Kuai on the ground!
The gun shaft made of hard wood fell on Fan Kuai's back and hip, making a crisp or dull sound.
"one two three four……"
Every time he hit a stick, the veteran read the number loudly, not knowing who he was talking to.
No matter how brave Fan Kuai was without armor and fought bloody battles, he was not invulnerable and his martial arts was not at its peak. He was injured.
The gun barrel fell on his body, causing all of his wounds that had improved to burst. The relatively clean fur clothes he had just changed into were soaked in blood again.