Chapter 126: Lupine Towel Talks and Laughs

Five months have passed since the Yellow Turban March Uprising, and in these five months, the entire Han Dynasty has been in a state of complete chaos. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now although the Han family has lost half of the country, it has barely blocked the fierce offensive of the Yellow Turbans, and the war between the two sides has entered a stalemate.

On August 3, and the state, Yanmen Pass.

The battle between the Yanmen Army and the Xiongnu has also been going on for a month, but from the very beginning of this war, Tiangong seems to be on Qin Hao's side.

As soon as Qin Hao returned to Yanmen Pass with reinforcements, the weather suddenly turned cloudy, and after three days of heavy rain, the weather finally began to clear.

The rain is definitely good news for the current Yanmen army, the rainy day is not conducive to the siege, and the Xiongnu will temporarily stop the action, which just provides valuable time for the new reinforcements to be deployed.

At noon, only 3,000 soldiers were on duty on the wall of Yanmen Pass, and the rest of the defenders were nested in various barracks behind the urn city to eat a warm lunch.

In the General's Mansion, Qin Hao was nibbling on steaming white flour buns, and there was a steaming bowl of rice soup on the table in front of him.

Qin Hao was holding pickles in the chopsticks in his hand, and he just wanted to put it to his mouth, but before he could eat it in a hurry, the rice soup that was as calm as water before meeting suddenly appeared layers of ripples, and even his feet felt a slight shaking.

"Earthquake?" Qin Hao secretly speculated in his heart.

After a while, the shaking became more and more intense, and the entire Yanmen Pass was slightly shaken, and Qin Hao and all the people felt a trace of ominous premonition.

With the rapid sound of drums coming from the closing of the Yanmen, all the people had only one thought in their hearts, that is, the Huns were coming.

Qin Hao hurriedly put down the food in his hand, took off his sword from the weapon rack, put on the Nine Dragons Halberd, and ran towards Guan Shang quickly, shouting loudly as he ran.

"Qin Hu, Qin Yong, Qin Qiong, Yue Fei, Wang Meng quickly follow me to the city wall, Gao Shun, Zhang Liao, Xu Huang, Guan Sheng then took the crossbowmen and archers to the city wall, Qin Yu is ready to rescue at any time, Qin Lie quickly ordered the army to assemble, the Xiongnu may be about to attack the city."

When the voice fell, Qin Hao had already run out of the General's Mansion, and no matter who followed him, he climbed the city tower as fast as he could.

The 3,000 archers on the wall of Yanmen Pass were already full of bows and ready to shoot, but their eyes were full of horror.

On the straight mountain road, a group of people under the pressure of black pressure swept towards Yanmen Pass like rolling waves, and the stagnant water where they passed was drowned by the cavalry of black pressure.

The sturdy cavalry rushed all the way along the mountain road, and there was no end in sight, only to see the rebel cavalry pouring out from the bend more than ten miles away, and the front of the rebel army was getting closer and closer to Yanmen Pass.

Listening to the sound of majestic horses' hooves and feeling the trembling of the earth, it was not difficult for Qin Hao to calculate the specific number of enemy troops.

Thousands of people become forests, ten thousand people become seas, so what about a full 100,000 people?

And there are 100,000 cavalry?

It was definitely a vast sea of human heads.

The momentum of the 100,000 army was too spectacular, Qin Hao stood on the gate and looked out of the city, he could hardly see the end of the team, the dense and continuous cavalry team made Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a little numb.

100,000 people have such a momentum, what about 200,000, 300,000, million? Qin Hao didn't dare to imagine how fierce the war of hundreds of thousands of people that was going on in the Central Plains would be.

Qin Hu, Qin Yong, Qin Qiong, Wang Meng, and Yue Fei also came to the city tower one after another, looking at the galloping appearance of the Huns' thousands of horses, no one spoke.

Looking at Yu Fuluo, who was protected by layers in the center of the Xiongnu army array, Qin Hao pointed to the three people around Yu Fuluo, and asked suspiciously: "Strange, why don't you see Temujin?" Who are those three? ”

"Young master, that's the Zuoxian King of the Huns, and the left and right Gu Li kings!" Qin Hu responded.

Hu Chuquan, it turned out to be him. Qin Hao said secretly in his heart.

Although he hadn't seen it before, Qin Hao had also heard of the name of Hu Chuquan, so he looked at it carefully.

Hu Chuquan's eye sockets are deep-set, the bridge of his nose is high and bulging, a pair of bright eyes are also staring at Qin Hao, and there is a yellowed goatee hanging on his chin, judging from his face, he is a little elegant.

Yu Fuluo and Hu Chuquan were both born to a father and a mother, why is there no resemblance at all! Qin Hao complained in his heart.

Just when Qin Hao and the others were observing Yu Fuluo, Yu Fuluo also looked at Qin Hao and the others on the gate, but Yu Fuluo's attention shifted to the Xiongguan of Yanmen Pass.

Looking at the Xiongguan not far away, which he also dreamed of winning, Yu Fuluo, who has always been known for his bravery and courage, showed a trace of hesitation and hesitation.

Is this a blessing or a curse for the Great Huns?

"Qin Wen, Qin Hao."

Yuvro clenched the scimitar in his hand tightly, his face tensed, and his eyes showed a thick jealousy.

"Lord Zuo Xian, if it's Qin Wen, forget it, but Qin Hao is just a child, is it necessary to put on such a big formation?" The king of the right valley arched the Huchuquan beside him with his shoulders, and looked at Yu Fuluo in front of him, and was very curious.

Although Qin Hao sabotaged the Xiongnu's plan, and then defeated the Xiongnu god of war Temujin, most of the Xiongnu only thought that Qin Hao's luck was good.

How powerful can a fourteen-year-old child be?

I have to admit that Qin Hao's age is indeed too confusing.

Hu Chuquan shook his head, he didn't want to dwell on this kind of problem, but looked at Yu Fuluo with complicated eyes, he found that the eldest brother had really changed, and he didn't even know him.

Glancing at the army in front of him, Qin Hao had a headache and said, "Yu Fuluo actually brought 100,000 troops over at one time, which shows that he is very determined!" ”

When the generals standing behind Qin Hao heard this, they all showed extremely solemn expressions, only Wang Meng's feather fan shook lightly, his eyes flashed, and after a while, he chuckled.

"Huh!"

"Why is the gentleman laughing?" Qin Hao asked curiously.

"I laugh at the stupid thing that Yu Fro did to cut off his arm. Meng had heard that Temujin, the right virtuous king of the Huns, was the undefeated god of war of the Huns, and he did not taste defeat in the grassland, but he was feared by Yu Fuluo because of this. ”

Wang Meng's feather fan in his hand pointed at Yu Fu Luo in the distance, with a warm smile on his face, and said unhurriedly: "Temujin just experienced a defeat not long ago, and now he is not in the Xiongnu army, Wang Meng thinks that he must be suppressed by Yu Fuluo. The Huns are good at riding and shooting, but not good at attacking cities, and the only generals who are good at attacking cities are Temujin, and Yuvro abandoned Temujin in order to establish his authority, this is not a self-cutting arm, what is it? ”