Yue Ying's four-man army fled regardless of the military ministers, some of them were killed in the battlefield, and some of them worked together to cut off the high platform, and the high platform collapsed violently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Huns who were close to looked at the high platform in fear, where there were still the figures of the military ministers, looking around, but saw a cavalry team fleeing far to the west.

Shan Yu fled, and the leader fled! The panic among the Huns quickly spread among each other.

Coupled with the sudden entry of this wolf-like new force, under a bloody storm, the Huns could no longer be calm, and the original belief in the decisive victory began to melt rapidly at a terrifying speed, looking at each other in horror, the bold are still fighting to the death, and the cowardly have begun to turn their horses and flee.

In the end, following the last battle of Bian Pass, the Huns were defeated again, but this defeat was a complete defeat.

The defeated warriors of the three tribes fled all the way to the west with the military ministers, and the cavalry of Bian Guan bravely pursued it, and the blood-colored grassland spread along the west for thirty miles before gradually blurring, and tens of thousands of corpses were scattered on the thirty-mile grassland, which was shocking everywhere.

Bian Guan's army kept in mind the military order, returned quickly, brought food and water for three days, and continued to rush west with Pei Yun. This time, we must not let go of the Huns again, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and leave no future troubles.

The Chu army escorted Xiang Qing to the front of the battlefield, and watched Pei Yun's army disappear behind the blood.

The color of the blood was blurred in front of their eyes, and they were all dead! What a terrible death, as far as the eye could see, corpses were strewn all over the field! The horizon disappeared behind the corpses! Fear gripped everyone's hearts......

Xiang Qing's gaze stopped at a tent outside the battlefield. The solitary white is very striking between red and cyan.

Xiang Qing got into the carriage and soon arrived in front of the tent.

Wang Xiu said worriedly: "Princess, let the last general go in first to have a look, in case it ......"

Xiang Qingdao said: "No need, just let me go in and have a look." ”

Wang Xiu had no choice but to give up the idea of dissuasion. During this time, he figured out the princess's temper, as long as he decided to do it, he had to do it. Just like this time with the pro-Huns, the old queen mother didn't listen to how to persuade her, and finally wiped her tears and endured the pain to send her daughter.

Wang Xiu opened the tent curtain for Xiang Qing, and his vision was obviously dark.

There was someone inside!

Xiang Qing walked forward slowly, on the cold bed, an old man was almost dying, his eye sockets were deep-set, his eyes were dull, there was a trace of saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth, his face was black, his abdomen was sunken, and his sternum was protruding.

Who is so miserable and makes people cry, and who is so important, and who will bring the battlefield during the Hun war.

The old man's almost dull gaze looked at Xiang Qing, and a bright color flashed in his dim eyes, and then dimmed.

Xiang Qing's face showed an unbearable expression, and asked softly: "Dare to ask, who are you?" ”

The old man looked at the top of the tent, and a faint voice came out of his mouth: "Ji...... Gruel. ”

"What, you're Ji Congee!" Xiang Qing asked incredulously. Even Wang Xiu and a few Chu soldiers couldn't believe it.

Ji Congee closed his eyes and asked weakly, "I...... Huns...... Target...... Warrior ......"

This person is really a porridge, so why is he, why has he fallen to this, decayed and fragmented. You must know that Xiang Qing and the pro-Huns are the old Shangshan Yu Ji porridge.

Although it is impossible to make peace, Xiang Qing is still a little uncomfortable when she sees that the other party is such a person, but when she sees the tragic situation of Ji Congee, she can't bear to speak evilly, and said softly: "You Huns...... It has been defeated, and there is no possibility of a comeback. ”

Defeated.

Ji Congee suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharpness was revealed.

At that moment, the powerful momentum carried a murderous aura that froze the air in the tent, and everyone seemed to be choked by the throat, looking at the porridge in horror.

Is this still a terminally ill old man?

However, the frozen air quickly melted, Xiang Qing gasped for breath, and when he looked at Ji Congee again, Xiongnu Shan Yu had already lost his breath, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't bat at himself.

But the awe that those eyes brought to everyone was long gone.

A generation of heroes died tragically after all.

"Princess, let's go. Wang Xiu's voice trembled.

Xiang Qing nodded, turned around slowly, for fear of alarming the dead porridge, and when she walked out of the tent, she suddenly had a feeling of escaping, greedily breathing the air outside, and then left in a hurry.

The remnants of the Huns stopped, starvation and extreme poverty made it impossible for them to run.

The military ministers killed people indiscriminately like crazy, those who persuaded him to calm down were killed, and more than a dozen corpses fell to his side, these were the most loyal to him.

The remaining remnants of the army looked at the frantic military ministers in fear, and retreated far away, not daring to step forward.

The hysterical military minister finally calmed down, and two lines of clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"How many warriors do we have left. It was not easy for the warlord to calm down, but no one answered him, because the person who answered the question had already been killed by him.

The military minister raised his head and looked around, his face was frightened, his face was pale, and he lost his armor, so he was not miserable.

The military minister beckoned from afar, and a person came with a bad face, and said cautiously: "King Zuoxian." ”

The military minister forced out a smile and said, "Your name is Nataduo, and now you are a householder." ”

The Hun nodded.

"That's good. The military minister said, "From now on, you will be the king of Zuogu Li under the account of my military minister." ”

Ah, Nataduo was overjoyed, I thought that I would die this time, but I didn't expect to become the king of Guli, and hurriedly knelt down to thank him.

The military minister smiled, his smile was full of sorrow, but the sorrow and fear in it was that he himself could not perceive it, "Okay, get up, you go and count the number of soldiers and horses now, and report to me quickly." ”

The new King of Zuo Gu Li went happily, and half an hour later, Nataduo came over with a bad face.

The military minister's heart suddenly fell, and the expression on his face remained unchanged: "How many warriors are there." ”

Nataduo said with a pale face: "King Yuxian, there are ...... There are more than 10,900 more. ”

"How could it be!" the military minister grabbed King Gu Li.

"King Xian, the leaders of Lou Fufu Yu left with their clansmen, so, so ......"

The warlord slowly let go of the tower and forced himself to calm down. It can be seen that after this war, he has become a lot more mature, but this maturity came too late.

Lou Fufu Yu left, and the military ministers knew what they were thinking. Chu Ting is so powerful, anyone will leave a way back for themselves.

He was also thinking that maybe it would be okay to surrender to Chu Ting temporarily, and it would not be too late to recuperate in the future and restore the strong strength of the Xiongnu. Especially with the departure of the two ethnic groups, the strength of the Xiongnu was seriously weakened, and they could not compete with Chu Ting at all.

However, with the current miserable situation of the Huns, it is difficult to recuperate, let alone restore strength, not to mention, will Chu Ting let himself go?

"Where do you get there?"

"King Xian, ahead is the Lan clan. ”

"Well, tell the brethren, cheer up, let's go find food and have a good meal. ”

The Lan tribe, the military minister remembered that it was a small tribe with only three or four thousand people, and there were only one thousand men.

The remnants of the Xiongnu continued westward, and soon saw a tribe in front of them. The military minister couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled cruelly. But when he saw thousands of giant-like men standing in front of the tribe in a row, he should have discovered the Huns coming over and prepared for war in advance.

If you don't know what you can do, I will call you the Lan clan to exterminate today.

When the army pressed forward, Nataduo first hit his horse and said loudly, "Where is the king of the Lan clan?"

I saw a tower-like nine-foot giant man striding forward, carrying a wide war knife on his shoulder, so majestic, and said, "I am the Lan Clan's Wang Dongkeba, who are you?" ”

"I am the Hun Zuoxian King's account under the Zuo Gu Li King Nataduo, Zuoxian King is behind him, you don't hurry up to meet you. ”

Hearing this, Dong Keba and the people of the Lan clan were all shocked, not shocked by the identity of the invading army, but shocked by what kind of force could beat the Huns who were the overlords of the grassland like this.

Dong Keba said: "The Xiongnu and my Lan clan have always been inviolent, and my Lan clan has never been short of offerings every year, why did King Zuo Xian raise a large army to come." As he spoke, his huge body stepped forward, and the clansmen behind him stepped forward together, and the huge deterrent power made Nataduo's face change.

The military ministers in the back couldn't help frowning when they saw it, it seems that a pawn is a pawn after all, even if he is given a high status, it is the same, it is not a big deal.