Fei Qian is not the only one who has some intuition about the battle formation.

There are also Hu Chu Springs.

When he saw that Yang Jun's infantry was like a group of weak lambs, being slaughtered by the wolf-like soldiers of Zhengxi, Hu Chuquan realized that this battle was irretrievably defeated.

Just like Yang Jun didn't expect Hu Chuquan to take the initiative to retreat, Hu Chuquan didn't expect Yang Jun's soldiers to be so vulnerable, and they couldn't even block and stick a little!

Idiot!

Impotent!

So many soldiers, so many people, all waste!

However, no matter how much he cursed, it was useless, Hu Chuquan seemed to faintly hear the sound of the dream shattered in his heart, the dream that became Maoton, and it shattered like a delicate jade artifact that fell on the stone on the ground, and the splinters that splashed out cut his body and hurt everywhere.

The child was beaten, naturally crying and shouting to find his parents, Hu Chuquan was beaten by Fei Qian, and naturally subconsciously wanted to go north to find Yu Fuluo. Of course, Hu Chuquan and Yu Fuluo are more or less brothers, but more importantly, Hu Chuquan has lost any trust in the Han people in his heart.

Han people are liars!

It's like when those who deceived Yu Fuluo into sending troops and coordinated to suppress the so-called King Mitian Anding, they said it all over the place, but what was the result?

This time too.

Those damned Han Chinese have deceived themselves again!

And that general Fei Qian!

Who can come back from the dead?

Hu Chuquan thinks that no one can do this, so the so-called whole incident of the death of General Fei of Zhengxi is a trap designed in advance!

Under the city of Linjin, at the moment when the steel waves of the cavalry of Zhengxi were surging, for Hu Chuquan, the kind of despair that penetrated into the bone marrow could not be described in words, even if he was now the right king of the Southern Huns, even if he still commanded nearly 3,000 Hun cavalry, but still could not face the offensive of the general of Zhengxi. The joy of victory disappeared under the tricolor banner, and the darkness slowly ate away at Hu Chuquan's heart, and he seemed to be able to feel that the dream and hope of becoming Maudun were being snuffed out little by little by General Zhengxi, and despair spread incomparably slowly from the bottom of his heart until it enveloped his whole body.

At the moment when General Zhengxi's cavalry broke through the barrier, Hu Chuquan even felt the piercing cold claws of the god of death on his shoulder, making every pore on his body truly feel the cold in the abyss of despair.

Swindler!

Snare!

Or rather, a sign!

Although acting on his own initiative may lead to Yu Fuluo's dissatisfaction, but now these are not important, the important thing is that the general of Zhengxi, Fei Qian, is going to attack the Southern Huns!

Right!

It must be so!

Hu Chuquan's originally somewhat decadent face suddenly brightened, and he shouted loudly: "Speed up!" Let's go back to Gaonu and go to Yinshan! ”

If he hadn't been the vanguard and found out about General Zhengxi's plan, maybe the entire tribe of the Southern Xiongnu would have been destroyed!

Be sure to bring this news to Yufura as soon as possible!

When people make mistakes, they will always subconsciously avoid and find excuses, and the same is true for Hu Chuquan, when he realized that he could use this argument to cover up his stupidity and greed, he had become more and more convinced in his heart that this excuse was extremely correct, it was extremely precious, and it was his hard work and sacrifice his life to find out, which could naturally offset his previous crime of mobilizing soldiers to the south without authorization.

Although Hu Chuquan bears the name of the Right Xian King of the Southern Xiongnu, don't forget that Yu Fuluo is the single Yu who was canonized by the Eight Classics of the Han Dynasty. Although there is a little shame in saying this, but after a long time of shame, the Southern Huns gradually got used to it, but they thought that this was the right thing, just like the later generations drank bean juice, some people said that it was sour and smelly, and it was avoided, and some people said that it was sour and fragrant, and they flocked to it.

From Linjin City to the north is Sucheng.

Because of the internal and external cooperation of the Zheng family in Guanzhong, Hu Chuquan did not spend much effort when he took Sucheng, and naturally handed over this Sucheng to the Zheng people to manage, which can be regarded as a small profit distribution of cooperation between the two sides.

But now......

Hu Chuquan still can't forget the scene before, the cavalry of the expedition to the west appeared on the hillside, the tricolor battle flag fluttering in the air, the cavalry queue rushing like a torrent of steel......

What I can't forget is that name, I don't know how many times and how many times I have been back and forth in Hu Chuquan's heart.

When was the last time I saw General Fei Qian? When this question came up in Hu Chuquan's heart, he suddenly had a feeling of being out of the world.

At that time, he should still be in the north of the country, and he was not yet the king of Youxian, but he still followed Yu Fuluo and met on a small dirt slope north of Pingyang. At that time, in the entire Pingyang region of the north, he and Yu Fuluo were still a pivotal force, and Fei Qian also asked for himself at that time, and asked the Southern Xiongnu not to join the side of the Baibo army.

Looking at the whole and north, in addition to Xianbei, it is his own side, even if it is the Han of Hongnong, he needs to borrow his own strength, and his feeling at that time is that the world is big, enough for himself and his brother to gallop in Fuluo. Therefore, after the great changes in Fuluo, some hesitant and erratic behaviors and measures also made Hu Chuquan despise him very much.

How can you be so short of breath in your blood?

The more the sky falls apart, the more luck changes, the more good men chase their ambitions! Could it be that in the desert of the north of the country, it is in vain to see that the opportunity is missed? Or do you wait until the last resort to choose one side to take refuge and become someone else's pawn?

The more chaotic the situation, the more we must make a decision as soon as possible, whether it is the southeast, the northwest, or the northwest, and resolutely move forward until we hold the world in our hands, and then look at the world to see if there is an opportunity to take advantage of the change of heaven and earth and the storm to rise again!

At that time, I was so high-spirited.

And what about Fei Qian at that time?

Curled up in the dilapidated Pingyang Beiqu, there are only a few subordinates, and there are only a few hundred thousand soldiers in the army, recruited or borrowed soldiers and horses in a patchwork, and even the appearance is the appearance of an ordinary Han scholar, with fair skin like a woman, not to mention any heroism, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person with any potential.

At that time, he and Fei Qian, it was simply the difference between heaven and earth, maybe at that time, if he gave an order, he could decide Fei Qian's life and death, even if Yu Fuluo would be a little dissatisfied afterwards, but it was just like that, but I never thought that it was only a few years, and the gap between myself and Fei Qian was still the difference between heaven and earth, but the position had been completely reversed!

This guy has become a general of the Han court!

General Zhengxi!

How many generals did the Han Dynasty have to conquer the west......

Hu Chuquan looked back, and on the edge of the skyline, it seemed that he could still see the tricolor battle flag on the head of Linjin City, and he could still see the flesh and blood killing field under Linjin City.

Defeated.

Defeated so badly, but so quickly.

Hu Chuquan's face couldn't help but show some complicated expressions, mixed with anger, resentment, unwillingness, shame, etc., which are difficult to describe one by one in words.

In Sucheng ahead, Zheng Tian of the Zheng clan in Guanzhong led a group of officials above the city, puzzled. No one knows why the arrogant Southern Huns suddenly returned here a few days ago, looking like they were a little decadent, could it be that they had suffered a defeat?

But isn't the situation in the middle of the game already decided?

Zheng Tian really couldn't figure it out. Regarding the Zhongzheng clan, there are Southern Xiongnu, there are Hongnong Yang clans, plus the rest of the scholars who are generally half-pushed and half-done, what chaos can there be, what else can there be?

"The Right Virtuous King has arrived! Open the gates of the city to greet you! ”

The soldiers of Huchuquan rushed to the city and shouted loudly.

Zheng Tian hesitated for a moment, and then asked Hu Chuquan's soldiers, and after getting the statement that Hu Chuquan was going to the north to attack and conquer the north, although he still did not open the city gate in the end, he agreed to Hu Chuquan to be stationed outside the city, and agreed to transport some labor supplies.

And just after everything seemed to be normal and stable, Zheng Tian just took some people, opened the city gate, and escorted the supplies to the outside of the city, when he saw the Southern Hun soldiers who were originally resting on their horses, suddenly jumped on horseback, and their red eyes all glared, chaotic, like a horse thief rushing out of the valley, with a greedy and cruel look, dancing and riding a horse straight to the ground!

"Right Virtuous King! Right Virtuous King! Zheng Tian didn't have time to retreat to the city, so he could only shout from Emperor Zhang, "What is this for!" What to do! ”

Hu Chuquan mixed with the soldiers and came straight towards Zheng Tian, waved his sword, and shouted: "Kill all these liars!" ”

"Liar?!" This is the consciousness of Zheng Tian's last existence.

Hu Chuquan chopped off Zheng Tian's head with a knife, and then raised it high, shouting with a hint of madness: "Three hours! Three hours later, we will set off! But whoever doesn't blow the trumpet will be killed! ”

"Oooh oh ......"

The frenzied Southern Huns rushed into Sucheng, and when they saw that they had not had time to close the door, they did not dismount, but ran straight into it, and then the laughter and screams rang out almost at the same time!

The Southern Huns were like a plague, instantly bringing destruction and death to the people in Sucheng City, to the unsuspecting people, just like what these ancestors of the Southern Huns did three or four hundred years ago.

Looting, killing, adultery, arson, for such behavior, the Southern Xiongnu did not feel any discomfort, on the contrary, they laughed, as if they were holding a grand feast, and the unarmed Han people, like cattle and sheep running around under the knife, let them kill and take ......

Under the immortal heaven, but all living creatures should be the prey of the people of the immortal heaven!

Now it is the other way around, the people of Immortal Heaven have become tools in the hands of the Han people, and they have become the objects of Han fraud!

This is an insult to the Maodun bloodline, and it is a shame for Immortality!

Although Hu Chuquan is not a so-called famous general, he also knows one thing, the morale of his subordinates has almost fallen to the freezing point, if he can't find a way to improve his morale, let alone continue to fight, even his own commander is in danger of being destroyed at any time.

In addition, the cavalry of Zhengxi who chased after him like a ghost did not disperse, so that Hu Chuquan could not have a moment of peace, and under the threat of being caught up at any time, it was not a good strategy to garrison Sucheng.

Hu Chuquan watched his subordinates pour into the city, and thick black smoke also rolled up in the city, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the Southern Huns are not good at attacking the city, and they are also not good at defending the city, rather than being besieged and waiting for death in Sucheng, it is better to go north to Yinshan, and I can't say that I can also take advantage of Fei Qian's failure to return and the north, and stir up a world in Pingyang!

What are the Han people, the Han people are cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs!

What are cows, sheep, pigs and dogs, that is, they are born to be slaughtered and eaten by the people of the immortal heaven!

When did the noble Maodun bloodline, the people of the Immortal Heaven, need to cooperate with cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs?

Hu Chuquan regretted a little, if he didn't go south, but went east to the north, how good it would be to wave his troops to Pingyang!

Hu Chuquan doesn't know politics, and he doesn't understand what people's livelihood is, he just knows that as long as he perceives it instinctively, if it is true that he will plunder and hunt Pingyang like Sucheng, then even if Yu Fuluo has any ideas, there is no room for recovery, and there is only one way left to fight to the death with Fei Qian!

Damn the Han people, damn the Zheng family!

If it weren't for these guys deceiving themselves, how would they be in the situation they are in today?

All of this is the fault of the Zheng family, the fault of the Han people, and the fault of Fei Qian, the general of Zhengxi!

"Three hours!" Hu Chuquan threw Zheng Tian's head in his hand on the ground like a rag, let it roll like a ball, and then was kicked away by a war horse who didn't know who it was, and shouted loudly again, "Set fire to the city in three hours!" The one who can't blow the trumpet! Chop! ”

"Oooh oh ......"

The Southern Huns once again cried out in an unknown meaning, like a group of evil spirits that had just crawled out of hell, staining their blood and misfortune with anyone or anything they came into contact with.

Hu Chuquan knew that his approach was crazy, it was completely a wild dance on the tip of the knife, and if he was not careful, he would set himself on fire, and he might bury his life at any time, but he did not regret it, just like a traveler who had cut off the water source in the depths of the desert and was about to die of thirst, even if he knew that there was a bowl of wine in front of him, he would not hesitate to drink it.

"Burn it! Kill! ”

Hu Chuquan sat on horseback, watching his Southern Hun soldiers make waves in Sucheng, laughing in the screams of the people of Sucheng, and their faces turned red and purple with excitement......