In the ink-like night, outside the city of Meiji, 50,000 Xiongnu soldiers and nearly 10,000 Xiongnu men selected from the city, under the drive of the Han army, spent an afternoon digging a huge god pit, and under the command of the Han army, all the corpses inside and outside the city were moved into the god pit.

Even though it was already summer, but this made the land into the night, when the wind blew, it was still able to catch a stream of cool air straight into the clothes, and these Huns, under the surveillance of the Han people, began to carry buckets of grease from the city and sprinkle evenly on those corpses.

They don't understand, why did the Han people dig such a big pit, and waste so much oil, and bury it for a short time? All this oil and fat, which they began to hoard for the winter, were almost all used up at once.

It's just that now under the surveillance of the Han people, they don't dare to talk much, so they can only follow the instructions of the Han people, and fill the grease shaman over and over again to ensure that nothing is missing.

"General, it's almost!" Hua Xiong climbed up from the pit and bowed to Xu Rong.

"Withdraw all the soldiers!" Xu Rong nodded, without a trace of expression on his indifferent face, and said to Hua Xiong in a voice without the slightest emotion.

"Whoa!" Hua Xiong saluted, and then waved his hand: "Close!" ”

"Woo~Woo~Woo~" The trumpeter puffed out his cheeks and blew the horn, and the Han army patrolling the pit quickly withdrew from the huge pit.

A group of Huns looked at the retreating Han army blankly, not understanding what the Han army was doing.

A quarter of an hour later, all the Han troops crawled out of the pit, but did not let the Huns in the pit come out, the stench of the corpse mixed with grease after a day of drying is quite unpleasant, some Huns want to climb up, but they are drunk back by the Han army, they can only endure the bad smell, looking at the slowly retreating Han army.

"Shield!" Xu Rong gave an order, and rows of shield men came out of the line and began to deploy defenses outside the pit, because of the number of people, it was impossible to surround the entire pit impermeable, but with the crossbowmen and spearmen in the rear, it was enough to block all the retreats of this huge pit.

"Rocket ready!" Xu Rong shouted again.

A famous archer, who had already prepared, quickly put the grease-soaked arrows on the torch, and the arrow cluster was suddenly wrapped in a cluster of firelight, and under the night sky, a little firefly lined up in a neat formation, which looked quite beautiful.

"Target...... Huns, release arrows! Everything was ready, Xu Rong shouted.

The soldiers were stunned, but the quality of the soldiers still made them hesitate, quickly calibrated the direction, and then with the command of the generals at all levels, one after another fire arrows swept the ground, with a low roar across the night sky in a gorgeous arc, towards the huge pothole.

It seems that the whole starry sky is falling down the scene, but the Huns in it do not feel the slightest beauty, at this moment, they finally know why this pit is so big, and finally know why the Han people use grease to cover this deep pit.

Angry, unwilling, hateful, and desperate roared like wolves under the silent night sky, but they could not prevent the arrows of fire from falling into the mass grave.

The grease layer was very thick, and some of the arrows fell, leaving only a string of green smoke extinguished, but more of them ignited the surrounding grease, and then in a roar of despair and anger, the fire began to spread rapidly in all directions, and in an instant the entire crater was enveloped in flames.

The Huns had been greased for several hours, and they were inevitably stained with a lot, and at this moment they were almost on fire, and some of the frenzied ones near the edge crawled out of the pits, rolling desperately on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but they were greeted by cold and merciless clusters of arrows.

In the dark night, one by one the burning men came out of the hole, for the shooter, it was simply the most perfect moving target, how could it be polite.

The originally somewhat shady night became scorching, even if it was a full distance of more than ten zhang from the fire pit, but the surrounding Han soldiers were roasted and their mouths were dry, and as a last resort, Xu Rong ordered the soldiers to withdraw from the ten zhang again, and the burning sensation was relieved a little.

A fire, burned all night, before it gradually extinguished, a group of Han soldiers at the moment when Xu Rong ordered the collection of troops, many people collapsed directly, the moisture of the body was baked by the flames overnight, many people were dehydrated, Xu Rong frowned, and hurriedly ordered to follow the military doctor to diagnose.

Most of these doctors are novices, and they can deal with some external injuries, but they are too complicated to deal with them, but if they are dehydrated, they still have a way, and they ordered people to prepare a lot of salt water for these soldiers to drink, and let the soldiers rest for a day before they can ease up.

The smell of burnt meat filled the entire Meiji, and for the next period of time, although the army had prepared dried meat and other food, the soldiers did not even want to look at it, and some even wanted to vomit when they saw the meat.

"Whew~"

In a hill more than ten miles away from Meiji City, Hu Chuquan clenched his hands into fists, a mouthful of steel teeth crunched chaotically, the nails of his ten fingers were embedded in the flesh because of excessive force, and blood could not seep out along the cracks of his fingers.

"Shan Yu!" Several Hun warriors guarded Hu Chuquan's side and looked worriedly in the direction of Meiji.

Hu Chuquan did not run far, after making sure that the Han army did not chase after him, he made a detour and came back, not because he wanted to counterattack, Meiji City was occupied, how difficult was it to counterattack? He wanted to gather some more routs, after all, there were so many Huns in Meiji City, he didn't believe that the Han army could kill them all, and there were no war horses, they couldn't run far, and they turned back, one was to gather some more troops, and the other was to see if they could touch a few war horses for them to ride, after all, from here to Jilu Village, there are eight hundred miles away, there is no mount, run over on two legs, God knows what month of the year to run?

It's just that everyone didn't expect that the Han people were really so ruthless, and they didn't know how many people were in that huge pit, but the army that didn't escape from Meiji City was probably gone.

150,000 troops, excluding those who died in the previous battle, Hu Chuquan estimates that there are 80,000 people in the city, and I don't know how many Hu Chuquan died in the battle yesterday, but except for the less than 3,000 people and horses who ran out with him, I am afraid that there is no one left at this moment.

After this war, the Southern Xiongnu basically existed in name only, Wuyuan Village has no troops to adjust, the rest is either a woman or a group of children who have not grown up, and when the Han people arrive, that is the spoils of the Han people, the five thousand people in Jilu Village, want to re-establish the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu on the grassland, how easy is it to say?

Don't say that Hu Chuquan, that is, those Hun warriors, at this moment also feel that there is an evil fire in their chests that is constantly going up, but the appearance of Hu Chuquan makes them very worried, they are worried that Hu Chuquan will not be able to think about it at this time, and go to fight with the Han people, even if they are extremely angry in their chests, but these Huns also know that now they are fighting with these Han people, it is definitely an egg hitting a stone, except for making those Han soldiers have a few more merits, there is no meaning.

"Tuoba!" Hu Chuquan bit his lip, blood spilled out, the pain made him forcibly calm down, with monstrous hatred, with a few generals to converge with the clansmen waiting in the distance, this is the last bit of vitality of the Xiongnu, but he wants to use this last bit of vitality to rebuild the Xiongnu, one day, he will use the blood of the Han people to repay this debt!

"Yes!" The Huns who were ordered stood up and bowed to Huchuquan.

"You go to Yinshan and tell the leader, Wuyuan Village, that you have given it to him, whether you dare to ask for it or not, it's his business." Hu Chuquan gritted his teeth and said.

If you want to gain a foothold in the grassland, you have to take advantage of the situation, together with the people of Jilu Village, he now has only 8,000 people in his hands, which seems to be quite a lot, but in the grassland, it is only a medium-sized tribe, if you want to rebuild the Xiongnu, it is too difficult, too difficult, if you can cause a conflict between the Xianbei people and the Han people, he can make a profit from it, anyway, Wuyuan Village, he can't go, it is a dead end, it is better to give it to the Xianbei people, let the Xianbei people and the Han people fight, if you can because of this, provoke the war between the Han people and the Xianbei people, he will have the opportunity to bypass Yinshan, To the north of Yinshan, rebuild the Southern Xiongnu.

"Yes!" Tuoba nodded, didn't say a word, and turned to leave.

"Let's go!" Hu Chuquan took the rest of the clansmen and went in the direction of Jilu Village.

After a long journey, eight hundred miles, Hu Chuquan and others walked for nearly a month, but when he saw the fluttering Han banner above Jilu Village, Hu Chuquan only felt that his eyes were dark, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

Guan Hai and Ji Ling got Ye Zhao's order, crossed the Hetao with an airship, and hit Jilu Village directly, flying such a long distance, and didn't know the way, Guan Hai and Ji Ling also went wrong several times, before they found the direction of Jilu Village and arrived three days ago.

For the first time to see the enemy from the air, the Huns stationed in Jilu Village were confused, the war or the one-sided crushing lasted only a quarter of an hour, the people of Jilu Village were completely defeated, and fled in embarrassment, originally preparing to go to Wuyuan Village, but happened to meet Guan Yu who was ordered to come to support.

In order to ensure that the Southern Xiongnu could be exterminated, Xu Rong sent someone to inform Guan Yu to lead the army to Jilu Village after Meiji stabilized, and helped Guan Hai and Ji Ling completely kill the remnants of Huchuquan.

The Huns who fled in a hurry met Guan Yu who was slaughtered all the way, and the ending was naturally self-evident, and was chased out of thirty miles by Guan Yu, and with the cooperation of the flying boat, the defenders of Jilu Village were wiped out, and then there was a previous scene.

When Hu Chuquan was stunned, Guan Yu got the information, he had already led the cavalry to fly out, and from a distance, he saw Hu Chuquan with a lost face, Guan Yu naturally didn't recognize Hu Chuquan, but Hu Chuquan was dressed in a precious fur and the stars and the moon were generally surrounded by the Huns in the middle, obviously a big man, so Guan Yu didn't even say hello, he rode a horse and galloped over, and when Hu Chuquan didn't react, he chopped off the head of the Hun Shan Yu with a knife.

"Shan Yu!" A group of Huns exclaimed when they saw this, and some people were angry and wanted to find Guan Yu desperately, but Guan Yu had calmly retreated, and joined the cavalry to kill again.

One side is recuperating, full of energy, the other side is a month's road, lack of food and water, barely supported by, both physical strength and spirit have reached the limit of the Hun rout, the result is naturally self-evident, after a short confrontation, this rout quickly disappeared in the rolling iron cavalry, so far, almost throughout half of the history of the Eastern Han Dynasty of the Southern Huns, completely reduced to history.