Since ancient times, military morale has been the decisive factor in the success or failure of a war.

If the Xiongnu took advantage of the opening of the gate to rush over, then the outcome is especially unknown, and it is possible that thousands of innocent people in the Central Plains will suffer.

It's just that there are no ifs in this world.

The Xiongnu, who were in turmoil, were taken by the momentum of the Han army's rush out of the pass and all kinds of careful thoughts in their hearts turned back and fled, and the psychology of the weak and the strong who were buried deep in their bones made them flee and only care about themselves, without organization.

Perhaps when they return to the grasslands and remember this battle, they will be ashamed of the missed opportunity, but at the moment, they just want to run farther and farther.

Qin Shen, who was carried by the rolling horse stream and ran towards the depths of the grassland, looked left and right, not to mention that he did not find Qu Han and the others, even the Han cavalry was completely nowhere to be found, and all the Huns who were crowded around him were Hun soldiers galloping on horses.

Washed away!

Seeing that there was no time to lament more, Qin Shen drew his long sword and slashed at the Huns beside him, hoping to kill a bloody path.

However, after cutting off one person, two more were squeezed in, feeling the gradual passage of physical strength, so he had to withdraw his long sword and put down the idea of rushing out and wait for the arrival of the open field, while secretly praying that he would not be let go of the cold arrow.

In this way, following the horse flow and running forward, Qin Shen found that the situation was not as optimistic as he thought.

Although the surroundings have begun to become more and more open, it is difficult to run out diagonally or go back in the opposite direction under this kind of gallop, and if you force it to do so, you may only end up being hit by the horses behind you, and the horses will die.

But now that the field of vision has widened, if it continues like this, it will only be a matter of time before the Huns who have woken up from the panic will find out.

In a dilemma, he had to crouch on his horse's back to reduce his target, adjust the reins and run diagonally forward at a very small angle......

The horses under him seemed to be a long and short run, and he didn't know how long it was, when a wave of tiredness and sleepiness crept in, and he knew that this was a reaction to excessive blood loss, and he wanted to cheer up, but another voice in his heart kept saying: Sleep, sleep......

Go to sleep! The extreme exhaustion of his body made him know that he could not sleep but could no longer have any resistance, he wanted to sleep quietly, because only in his dreams, he could return to the beautiful campus life, taste the happy times in the world, and enjoy the warm care of his parents, however, when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, a shout of killing suddenly hit his ears.

Who is so noisy?

Qin Shen frowned dissatisfiedly, and then suddenly woke up, and quickly bit the tip of his tongue to look back, only to see hundreds of Huns chasing after him, and he had already escaped from the fugitive brigade alone......

The arrows are not missing.

The Huns saw that his archery skills were accurate, and no one wanted to lose their lives in vain for this, so after being shot and killed, the rest of the men and horses no longer chased to the place of an arrow, but were tightly attached to them.

Now that the other party is alone, they only need to wait for his horse to be tired, and it is not entirely up to them to decide whether to catch or kill him.

Qin Shen saw the other party's intentions, and secretly scolded shamelessly but had nothing to do about it, and at the same time knew that it would be difficult to escape the fate of being captured if he continued like this, so he raised his long sword and stabbed the horse's buttocks, hoping to stimulate the potential of the war horse to widen the distance.

It's just that the horses have had a half-moment of rest since the beginning of the battle, and even though they have struggled a few steps under his stabs, they have quickly slowed down.

The Huns, who had watched his every move, saw that his horsepower seemed to be insufficient, and their hearts were filled with joy, and they roared mockingly like a hunt to close the distance, only to wait for his horses to fall and rush up and capture him alive.

Listening to the whistle behind him, Qin Shen looked around anxiously, and found that there was a mountain forest one mile away on the left, and immediately rushed towards the mountain forest without hesitation.

As long as you escape into the deep forest, there may be a glimmer of life.

Seeing him turn his horse's head and run towards the mountains and forests, the Huns naturally knew what he wanted, and hurriedly hit the horse diagonally to intercept him, and some people were worried that he would escape and drew their bows and shots.

"Please, Brother Ma!" Qin Shen stroked the horse's neck lightly, and bent on the horse's back to dodge the arrows behind him.

The war horse seemed to understand his intentions and galloped forward, racing against time.

Time passed quietly in this dangerous chase, just waiting for the war horse to rush to the edge of the mountain forest, Qin Shen suddenly reined in the reins of the horse, and the sudden sudden stop caused the horse to raise its front hooves and stand up, let out a sharp neigh, and fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the stagnation between the horses standing and falling, Qin Shen kicked his legs with the help of his legs and jumped off the horse.

Affected by this kick, the war horse could no longer support it and fell to the ground with a bang.

Looking back at the Huns who were already close at hand, and saying sorry to the war horse that had accompanied him for several months, Qin Shen turned his head and went into the mountains and forests, and there was no time to take any objects.

The fat to the mouth was about to fly away with the naked eye, how willing the Huns were, they hurriedly dismounted and fanned out into the forest.

Listening to the footsteps chasing behind him, Qin Shen panicked like a headless fly, stumbling in the deep mountains and stumbling in, and he didn't know how long it took, until there seemed to be no movement behind him, and then he sat weakly on the ground with his back against the big tree.

Continuous and uninterrupted rapid running, there was a painful feeling like a volcano burning in his lungs, so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to gag, panting and inhaling cold air through the dry and sweet throat, like a knife to bring bursts of tingling, the brain was blurred, buzzing as if about to burst, he knew that this was a short-term sequelae of exercise hypoxia, so he had to endure the chapped lips and slowly subside.

When he gradually freed himself from this pain, feeling the pain in his left arm and the weakness of his body, he understood that if he did not treat the wound, he was afraid that even if he was not captured by the Huns, he would die of blood loss.

Turning his head to look at the wound seriously for the first time since the injury, he saw that the robe of his left arm was stuck to the wound under the blood, and it was difficult to see it, so he gently pinched it along the pain with his hand a few times, and the result made him feel glad -

The bones do not appear to be damaged.

Putting down the big stone in his heart, he endured the pain and completely separated the wound that had healed several times from the fabric, took out the dagger from his boot and cut the sleeve of his shirt, and the wound appeared in front of him.

The sharp arrow passed through the outside of the left arm, bringing out a trace of flesh, and two seeping blood holes were bubbling out of the wound and blood gushing out, flowing endlessly.

Qin Shen didn't dare to hesitate, gritted his teeth and ruthlessly cut off the minced flesh with a dagger, and then cut off the mouth of his robe and wrapped the wound with his hands.

After all this, he was already in a cold sweat on his forehead, trembling all over, and almost wanted to collapse, but before he could recover his strength, there was a "rustling" grass and trees scraping movement behind him, and he held his breath and looked at it, only to see that the three of them were searching towards the hiding place.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel grieved, and had to fight his spirit, leaning against the big tree and getting up slowly, carefully taking off the longbow from his back, gently pulling out three arrows, mixing his breath, and suddenly turning out from behind the tree and shooting three arrows in a row.

The two arrows hit the opponent's throat, but one of the arrows finally missed half a point due to the weakness and trembling of his arm, and the man quickly dodged and hid behind a tree, shouting loudly.

Qin Shen had no choice but to continue to raise his qi and drill into the depths of the mountains and forests......

Night.

The foliage of the trees in the deep forest is pitch black, and there is a deep and mysterious atmosphere.

The dark night is indeed the best helper to get rid of the pursuers, but the dark night is also the best weapon to break the door of the heart, there has been no movement of the Huns for a long time, Qin Shen believes that he should have gotten rid of the other party, but he was caught off guard by loneliness.

Straddled the sturdy trunk of the tree, leaned against the thick tree, listened to the sound of beasts and his own heartbeat in the distance, and stroked the jade pendant on his chest, his heart was bitter.

Just now, in order to recover his strength, he forced himself to swallow some chicken breasts raw.

This was something he had never thought of before, but now he had to do it in order to survive, and suddenly he realized that what he had been doing for months was getting further and further away from his original intention, and gradually even he did not understand what this constant struggle of fate was for.

And if he gave up that last vestige of fantasy and went to the Central Plains to find Liu Xiu to take refuge under the door, would the road be smoother after that?

Alas! Who knows these assumptions?

Qin Shen sighed faintly, his thoughts returned to the bits and pieces of today, things finally developed to this point, and the only thing that could comfort him was that he was still alive.

I just don't know how Qu Han and the others are doing now? And will the Xiongnu regroup and continue to attack?

Thinking of nothingness silently remembered for a moment, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was already like this, and it was in vain to worry about others, as for Wuquan, if the Huns really attacked back, even if he flew back now, it would be useless after all.

Putting aside all the worries that could not be reached, the loneliness under the blankness of the heart filled the atrium of the void, making him depressed for a while.

Distracted by months of distraction, he found that everything was happening as if he was being dragged along by an invisible net, and everything that happened was so natural and irresistible.

He wants to find the cave, but he can't climb the Great Wall, he needs an identity, but only in the army does not care about identity, he hopes to find the cave while serving in the army, but finds that even if he finds old age and death alone, he may not be able to find it.

Then since he chose the path of joining the army, he will inevitably be caught in the fight as the years go by, and he will fall deeper and deeper.

What if you really can't go back in time for the rest of your life? The thought that he had been unwilling to face suddenly appeared in the dark night, startling him at the same time, but he had to face this problem that supported his belief.

Is it just to live in the chaos of the times?

After thinking for a while, he found that even if he conformed to the times, it was still a dilemma, because in a few years, the Great Demon Master Liu Xiu would challenge the so-called traverser Wang Mang, and at that time, where should he go?

Is it to follow Liu Xiu? Or help Wang Mang to have a two-piercing war magister?

Or melon seed bench mineral water, sitting on the mountain to witness the historical moment?

Qin Shen pondered for a while, and then the drowsiness swept over, so he shook his head and threw away these strange thoughts, telling himself that going with the flow was the best choice, and then fell into a deep sleep......