To the north of Yinshan, several Han army scouts spread out a small fan and rode their horses slowly forward.

It is completely different from the south of Yinshan, in the north of Yinshan, not only the altitude has been raised by one level, but even the temperature has dropped a lot, and the landform is completely different.

If the south of Yinshan is a warm spring, the north is a cold winter, and even the cold and rugged stones on both sides of the road are so angular that it seems to jump up and prick someone at any time.

It is said that it is a road, but it is not a regular road, but before the Hu people went south, they basically took this mountain road that jumped all over the Yi Valley, which was relatively open, and the rest of the places were basically steep cliffs, unless they could fly, they could not walk at all.

Nature is like this, a Yinshan mountain range, it blocks the wind and snow in the north, and also isolates the severe cold, bringing the plugged Jiangnan.

The dark is the shadow of the surrounding mountains, the white is the residual snow, and the gray is the road under the feet, which is not like a road, and in this section, green is already a luxury color.

This Manyi Valley Road, maybe because of the war, or maybe for some other reason, even the vegetation is pitiful, not to mention any towering trees, even a sapling is difficult to see, and the cold wind is howling directly from the north, blowing the Han soldiers scouts are a little unable to open their eyes.

"Uncle Wang," a young scout called softly with his hand to block the wind, "It's almost fifty miles, there's no movement, let's go back......"

Uncle Wang, the leader of the team, was a veteran, and after listening to the shouting, he did not reply, but slowly pulled the reins of the horse, and then looked around, and bent down when he saw that there was no movement, and did not answer, but first wiped the eye feces from the corners of his eyes for the war horse under him, and wiped some dry saliva for the war horse by the way.

The war horse has been running for a long time, and it is facing the wind and sand, so naturally there are some things like eye droppings.

It's like cleaning his own children, Uncle Wang does it very naturally, and he doesn't feel dirty at all, and when he finishes it, he straightens up and says with a smile: "You kid, you eat the most, run the slower, and you are the first to scream, what a coward......

"Uncle Wang, you arranged my ...... again" Although he knew that Uncle Wang was joking, the young scout still protested with some dissatisfaction, "Don't everyone eat the same, where do I eat more......

Uncle Wang laughed, and was just about to say something, when he suddenly retracted the words in his mouth, his back bent slightly, and his calloused hand slowly opened and stretched out to the cloth bag on the side of the horse......

There was silence all around, only the howling north wind, which never stopped.

"Zhang Gong! Draw the knife! ”

Uncle Wang suddenly ordered loudly, and with a flip of his hand, he had already taken the bow in his hand, and at this time, several gray shadows suddenly stood out in the dark stone crevices in front of him, and the sound of breaking the air was chaotic, and seven or eight feather arrows had already shot with a strong wind!

When there was a sound, it was Uncle Wang who slammed the oncoming arrow with the back of his bow, knocking the arrow away, and the long arrow with gray and white variegated arrow feathers swooped obliquely into the soil on the side.

"Spread out!"

Uncle Wang roared loudly, and while running to the side with the horse's belly, he drew an arrow and fought back.

At such a moment of fighting, the Han scouts had already seen the attacker's clothing clearly, and shouted loudly: "The Huns' condor archers! ”

The Huns and the Xianbei people are still very different, at least the Huns are used to wearing felt hats, while the Xianbei people like to show their heads with small braids, even if they wear hats, they are smaller, taller and sharper than the Huns.

The roar was accompanied by two screams of varying frequency, and one of the scouts appeared to have been shot and fell heavily to the ground.

The opponent is the Condor Archer who is good at bows and arrows among the Huns, although the number is not much, but whether it is the head or the strength is full, even the arrows that miss the air are screaming in the air!

"Let's go!"

Uncle Wang just opened his bow in his hand, as much as possible to shoot back at the Huns, he was not worried about these few archers, because although these archers are strong, but the distance is far, an arrow shot out of the air has to fly a distance, so there is still some time to dodge the block, but what if it is not only these Hun archers?

Moreover, the condor shooters generally do not act alone, and have always been the scouts of the Huns, spreading far away, like eyeliner guarding the perimeter of the army.

Therefore, the encounter with the Xiongnu eagle shooters here means that the Xiongnu army is in the north, on the plateau north of the Yin Mountain, which is covered by mountains and rocks!

Just as Uncle Wang expected, after a while, some small black dots shook in the distance, accompanied by towering smoke and dust, obviously a large number of people and horses came here.

"Go back!" Uncle Wang yelled, "Stinky boy and black dog, you go back and report the news first!" Others protect and go! ”

If a scout is extremely brave, but can be a few or even dozens of enemies, but died in front of the battle, failing to let their own army know the enemy's movements, such scouts are actually useless.

"Saburo! How are you? Uncle Wang yelled at the scout who had fallen off the horse on the other side, ready to pat his horse over to check.

"Don't! Stay back! San Lang roared hard in the belly of the horse, "I can't do it, I can't go!" Uncle Wang, let's go! I'll cut you off! ”

San Lang's war horse was hit by an arrow in the neck and lay on the ground dying, and San Lang broke his leg when he fell, the calf of his left leg was bent and deformed, and the calf bones pierced through the flesh, revealing a section of Bai Sensen, and blood gushed out like a spring for a while, and it had stained a large area of the ground.

"Brother San Lang!" One of the scouts screamed.

"......" Uncle Wang took one last look at San Lang who was lying on the horse's belly, turned his face away, and his muscles trembled a few times, "Go!" ”

Seeing that the scouts of the Han army fled, the four eagle archers had no intention of chasing, intercepting and expelling each other, isolating and detecting, it was their duty, of course, to be able to kill the head of the Han army, it was naturally a merit, so these few eagle archers slowly touched San Lang who fell to the ground......

San Lang leaned on the war horse with great difficulty, because he had seriously lost blood, his arm was a little weak, so he could only use another intact foot to pedal on the back of the bow, silently used the only remaining strength to slowly pull the hard bow, and waited until the Hun eagle archer got closer, then suddenly straightened his legs, put the bow out of the body of the war horse, and shot the arrow out with a "boom"!

Because it was so close, it was too late to dodge when he heard the sound of the bowstring, and one of the eagle archers was suddenly hit by an arrow, and the long arrow "poofed" straight into his chest!

"Hmmm......"

Saburo no longer had the strength to shoot the second arrow, although he saw the retaliatory arrows shot by the remaining three eagle archers, but he did not dodge, but slowly closed his eyes, with a look of satisfaction, and muttered: "...... No loss......"

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Today's weather is extremely clear, but there is no warmth in the Yin Mountain, only the cold of the Jin Ge Iron Horse remains.

The bearded people in fur hats, like scarabs gushing out of the cracks in the stones, black and gray, surrounded the fortress on the Yinshan Manyi Valley, which was irritating, disgusting, and terrified.

As more and more cavalry gathered, the horse's hooves kicked on the ground louder and louder, which seemed to cause the whole ground to tremble slightly, and the sound was like muffled thunder, and it was as low as the heartstrings of human beings also vibrating.

On the camp, every soldier can clearly feel this, even if he is holding on to the wall, he can feel that this slight tremor is transmitted to the body, and the numb and crispy feeling is transmitted from the palm of the hand to the shoulder, and the vibration transmitted from the soles of the feet converges, surging to the heart, rushing to the mind, turning into a chill, making the faces of these foot soldiers stationed in the guard a little pale.

However, Xu Huang was peaceful, not only was he not afraid, but he was a little excited, of course, more confused......

"Brother Wenhe," after the initial run-in, Xu Huang is now a little closer to Jia Xu, "...... But I don't understand...... Why do these thieves feel that they are sure of victory? ”

This is something that Xu Huang can't figure out, why do you think that these soldiers are not enough to see? Or do you feel like a stupid person, how can you choose to target yourself?

Hu people don't talk about it, whether the Xianbei people want to take revenge or recapture Yinshan, there is always a reason, but why do these Montenegrin troops dare to rebel suddenly?

Jia Xu smiled slightly, glanced at Xu Huang, and said, "It's not your fault." ”

After a pause, Jia Xu said: "The Black Mountain thief is short-sighted and self-righteous, so it is not surprising that he has this judgment...... Komeito urges the migrant workers every day, and the soldiers are naturally less trained than drilled, and it is undoubtedly a flaw to fall into the eyes of such thieves......"

Xu Huang frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

After all, on the one hand, these soldiers have also been in battle, and on the other hand, the camp is obviously more important, and these soldiers also need to be assigned to urge labor, and everyone's energy and physical strength have a certain limit, so it is naturally impossible to focus on training.

“…… The Black Mountain Thieves treat others as their own," Jia Xu took Xu Huang's expression in his eyes and continued to explain, "I heard that the Black Mountain Thieves claim to be a million people, and the soldiers are counted as 100,000, how can they look at the 2,000 people in this area?" Even if there is a wall here, but there is also a Xianbei attack, you can sit and reap the profits, why not? ”

"Just 2,000 people?" Xu Huang raised his head and laughed, a faint hint of anger flashed on his face.

was looked down upon by the Black Mountain thieves, how could Xu Huang not be angry?

But the reality is like this, there are too many people in this world who are accustomed to being self-centered and measuring everything around them by their own standards, for the Montenegrin army, they are used to fighting in a crowd, they are used to measuring the victory or loss of the battle by the number of people, and they are used to the level of fighting with the surrounding counties before, how can they change the original inertia here in Yinshan?

Since the beginning of Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, the Black Mountain Army has been the object that the imperial court has always wanted to exterminate, but it is true that there are not many troops that can fight, and money and food cannot support it, so it is impossible to draw a large army, so it can only order the county soldiers in the area of Black Mountain and the Shangdang Zhongshan area in the east of the Hanoi River to encircle and suppress.

And for ordinary county soldiers, if it is a standing soldier, it is good, if it is those who come to serve, in fact, there is no difference between it and the Montenegrin army, even if there is a deficiency in the battle array, but once the Montenegrin army declines, it retreats into the mountains, and then these county soldiers do not dare to rush into the mountains, so basically these surrounding county soldiers have not completely won in the front, one and two, more fights, these Montenegrin troops for the Han army does not have much awe and fear of the psychology is normal.

What is a county soldier? If you take off that armor, maybe you might not be as good as yourself!

At first, it was just to cheer up his subordinates, but after talking too much, the commanders of the Montenegrin army believed in it a little, plus they really didn't suffer any losses over the years, and the only thing that has been more painful recently is that Bai Raobu was defeated by Cao Cao, so the Montenegrin army thinks that its strength is very good compared to the surrounding counties, as long as it doesn't mess with Cao Cao's guy.

In fact, this is also the reason why Jia Xu insisted on letting go of part of the small actions of the Montenegrin Army this time......

In addition to what Xu Huang said, Jia Xu naturally has deeper considerations.

However, looking at Xu Huang's appearance, Jia Xu knew that Fang Cai's words had aroused Xu Huang's unconvinced psychology, so he didn't continue to say anything, but put his hand in his sleeve and stood aside with a smile.

"Someone!" Xu Huang looked at the Xianbei Xiongnu coalition army approaching in the north, turned his head with disdain, and shouted, "Take the Xianbei slave to the wall, and come forward with a knife and axe!" Sacrifice the flag! ”

Approaching slowly is nothing more than giving the defenders continuous psychological pressure, and then letting the defenders expose some flaws in the face of such gradually increasing pressure, and then expand and use them......

A platoon of sturdy soldiers armed with sharp axes stood on the edge of the wall of the camp. It's not that Xu Huang uses an axe, so he likes to use an axe soldier, but a war knife to chop bones, and if you cut too much, you will still collapse, so generally speaking, if you want to cut off people's heads on a large scale now, you will generally choose to use an axe.

A group of previous Xianbei captives were brought to the wall, these Xianbei slaves had been cut off from food for two or three days, and they were all so hungry that their hands and feet were weak, knowing what their fate would be next, but they were powerless to resist.

Xu Huang stood on top of the wall of the camp, his bright red cloak shook in the wind, looked around at the surrounding soldiers, and said loudly: "This is Yin Mountain!" It is the border pass of 90,000 miles of China! It is the hope of Qin and Jin! It is the generation of the Mengshi Qin generals, the guards of the Hou and the Han generals, the land of iron armor and blood! Here is the blood of our ancestors, here are the souls of our former servants who have died! ”

"All of you present, most of them are veterans of the state, dare to ask who does not have the pain of breaking the family of Hu Yi, and dare to ask who does not have the grudge of Hu Yi blood? ! Today, our ancestors walk with us, and our souls stand side by side! Hu Yi wants to pass from here, and he must ask us whether the advantages of swords and guns are disadvantageous! ”

Xu Huang took a breath and shouted: "Let Hu Yi know, but anyone who touches the Han land will be punished!" ”

"Execution! Sacrifice the flag with blood! ”

The soldier kicked the Xianbei slave over, and then the axe hand on the side chopped it off with an axe. The human head of Xianbei Nu is like a ripe fruit in autumn, which leaves the branch under the action of external force and falls under the wall of the Yinshan camp......