King Buyeo and King Xianbei opened their mouths in surprise, and even King Goguryeo and King Wuhuan had expressions of disbelief. 20,000 people are over, and the death is unknown and miserable. From their position, they could vaguely see the tragic situation under the Yanmen Gate, there were not only corpses, there were corpses everywhere, broken corpses, just like the Shura Dojo.

Xie Zichang still remembered that Su Ren had explained to him when he left, saying that this thing should not be used lightly until it was absolutely necessary, and that it would hurt Tianhe after using it. At that time, Xie Zichang just nodded in agreement, but he didn't care, and he never thought that these inconspicuous bamboo pipes would have such great power. Seeing the scene in front of him, Xie Zichang vomited, and many people also vomited.

Xie Baichuan took a deep breath, looked at his son's vomit, and shook his head slightly. It's not that he thinks that his son can't make it, but that he thinks that this serial cannon is really a big murderous thing, and Su Ren's words that are easy and unusable are not wrong at all.

"This! This! The Han people must have used demon methods! King Buyeo was the first to react, his eyes widened and his mouth widened.

"Why are 20,000 people gone in an instant?" King Xianbei still didn't believe what he saw with his eyes.

King Wuhuan shook his head and sighed, he didn't know whether to be happy or cry at this time. Although he didn't look down on the embarrassment of King Fuyu and King Xianbei, it was all those who died under the Yanmen Pass who were regarded as enemies by the Han people, including himself. If this defeat and the entire grassland no longer has the strength to confront the Han people, then their end will come.

"I saw that it was caused by those bamboo pipes at the head of the Han city!" The king of Goguryeo was younger, and his eyes were much better.

"Nonsense! Can a mere bamboo pipe have such great power? The king of Buyeo was furious, glared at the king of Goguryeo and roared: "How can my warriors be defeated under the bamboo pipe!" It must be the demon law of the Han people! ”

King Xianbei closed his eyes in pain, 10,000 and the most elite 10,000 under his command. Such a big loss has hurt the root for them Xianbei. Since the Han people have such powerful weapons, I am afraid that they will continue to fight......

"Collect the troops!" King Wuhuan said lightly, and the other three surprisingly did not object. Seeing the strength of the Han people, no one can muster the courage to continue fighting.

The heavy horn sounded, watching the coalition forces retreat in a hurry. Screams erupted from the head of Yanmen Pass, and after three days of torture, the Han warriors hugged their heads and cried, and they no longer cared about the man's words if he had tears and did not flick.

Xie Zichang sat on the ground with his buttocks, and until now he still held the torch in his hand, and he didn't even feel the burning oil dripping on his hand. Shi Manzhu hurriedly snatched the torch from Xie Zichang's hand, and said with a smile while bandaging Xie Zichang: "Duwei, we won!" Win! ”

Xie Baichuan came to his son's side and nodded emphatically: "Get up!" This artillery battalion has made great contributions, and the loyal old man of your heart will definitely report to the general and His Majesty, since the thieves have retreated, you should go down and rest first. ”

Winning is exciting, but also confident. Although they were very tired, the morale of the Han army was very high, and they were full of confidence in holding the Yanmen Pass, and no one cared whether the coalition army would return or not, and they were still worried that the frightened savages would not dare to come. The businessmen are also crazy, they have already received the promise of the general, and they have so many military exploits, it seems that they see that the upper class, which was originally out of reach, is beckoning to them. Under Xie Baichuan's intentional indulgence, Yanmen Pass is as lively as the New Year.

The camp of the coalition army is in stark contrast to Yanmen Pass, which is probably what is often said to be a few happy and a few sad, since Yanmen Pass seems to be a New Year, the coalition army is like a mourner. The big tent had sad faces and was silent. No one talks about it again, no one comes again to boast about force, and some are worried, afraid, and afraid.

King Wuhuan glanced around, and was the first to speak: "Let's talk about it, is it going to fight or go next?" If we go, we will lose a lot of money in this battle, and we will miss the last opportunity to stick to the fat for cattle, sheep and livestock, if the winter is warmer, it is fine, once it is too cold, I am afraid that not many tribes will be able to survive safely. ”

He sighed and continued: "If you fight, the Han people have such powerful weapons, and Yanmen Pass is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if it can be broken in the end, no one knows how many people are left standing here!" Now my Wuhuan soldiers and horses are no longer the largest number of coalition troops, so this king has decided to let Xian, King Xianbei, the leader of the alliance, be you. ”

King Xianbei was stunned, he knew that King Wuhuan was in his army. The leader of the coalition sounds imposing, but it also points points. If it is really good when it is just gathered, all the grain, grass, and ordnance are all in his hands, and the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people are decided by him in one word, which can be described as infinite scenery. But now, seeing that this battle can no longer be fought, being the leader of the alliance is purely uncomfortable for himself.

"No, no, no, this king is really incompetent, and the alliance leader is really high-minded!" King Xianbei's eyes rolled: "Although I have the most soldiers and horses in my hands now, this king is young and it may be difficult to convince the people, and the king of Buyeo is the oldest, so it is better for the king of Buyeo to be the leader of this alliance!" ”

"You!" King Buyeo is not stupid, so he can naturally see the facts, glared at King Xianbei, and said to King Wuhuan: "This king is old, his energy is not good, and it is difficult to take on a big responsibility. ”

King Wuhuan smiled bitterly: "Is this true? ”

"Since this king has made an oath, he will not repent."

"Then what if the leader of this alliance asks you to attack Yanmen again?"

"This ......" King Fuyu was stunned.

King Wuhuan smiled: "Forget it, according to the rules of our grassland, the strong are respected, the king's soldiers and horses have been lost, and this alliance leader has no face to go now, I will return with my people in three days, whether to fight or leave it to you to decide!" After speaking, in the surprised eyes of everyone, King Wuhuan did not have any nostalgia, and walked out of the big tent with his own people.

War is about courage, and once you lose courage, even in the face of a herd of sheep will shrink. The coalition forces are now in this predicament, their morale has been completely destroyed by the Han army's serial artillery, and if they attack Yanmen again, they will be sent to death. Therefore, if King Wuhuan is leaving, the others will naturally leave, and the end of continuing to stay here is not destined to be too good. If you can survive this winter, it seems that it will be a good choice to wait until next year to attack Yanmen.

The dejected team walked very slowly, and the last soldiers who pressed the formation reported that Yanmen Pass was not pursued, which made several kings relax a little. Autumn is a good season to hurry, after the cool breeze blows the Buddha, the whole body is comfortable, stop and go all the way to the northeast, but the road ahead is long, I have been reported that I don't know when the Han army has secretly arrived in Sangqian, which makes several kings surprised.

"When did the Han go to Sangqian? Why don't we have any news? "King Xianbei is very anxious, seeing that winter is about to begin, and it is very troublesome not to return to his tribe.

King Wuhuan sighed: "Su Ren is really unique in his use of soldiers, Sang Qian looks inconspicuous on weekdays, but now it is just in the way of our way back, if you want to go home, you have to take Sang Gan, but with the current morale of our army, it is not easy to take Sang Gan." ”

"This king is willing to be the vanguard!" King Buyeo changed his normal state and took the initiative to ask for help.

The king of Goguryeo smiled and said, "Is the king of Buyeo sure to take Sangqian?" The spies can say that it has been determined that it is Su Ren who is stationed in Sanggan, and there are a lot of soldiers and horses! ”

"Humph! The Han people have a saying that the mourning soldiers will win, although we were defeated in Yanmen Pass, but not necessarily in Sangqian, one is that Sangqian does not have a tall city wall, and secondly, our army is bent on going home, and it is really uncertain who will win and who will win in a real fight. ”

"King Buyeo's words are true, but don't forget that the Han people also have very powerful serial cannons!"

Hearing the name of the serial cannon, King Buyeo no longer had the courage to continue to refute: "Then what do you say?" ”

"What else can I do? Let's reroute! ”

"Diversion? Bypassing Sanggan? North or South? ”

"South? Yanmen Pass is just to the south, and it can only cross the Kele River to the north and enter the grassland. ”

King Wuhuan, King Xianbei, and King Buyeo glanced at each other, and suddenly felt that when did the King of Goguryeo become so kind-hearted, so calm and composed, and even had no teacher to understand the way of battle formation. A few people, you look at me, I look at you, and my eyes are full of inquiry. King Wuhuan thought twice and finally decided to go north, but he didn't expect that there were also Han people in the north, and at this time they finally knew that they had fallen for the Han people's strategy. The Han people had already laid out a net waiting for them, and they rushed in like prey.

"What now? There are people in the south, east, and north, and there will naturally be no shortage in the west, and we are completely surrounded by the Han people this time, and it may not be easy to escape! ”

"Afraid of what? It's a big deal, this king doesn't believe it, so many of us can't kill the Han people! ”

King Xianbei ignored King Fuyu and continued to say to King Wuhuan: "Why don't we negotiate?" Send someone to sue for peace with the Han Chinese! ”

"Ridiculous, how can you make peace at this time? Even if the Han people agree to us to sue for peace, I am afraid that the conditions proposed will be something we cannot afford! ”

"So what do you say?" King Xianbei was angry and glared at King Buyeo.

King Wuhuan pondered for a long time, and for the first time asked the king of Goguryeo what he thought about this matter, and no one expected such a move. The King of Goguryeo smiled faintly: "And? The Han people are going to kill us, and if you want to be so simple, there is only one way, fight hard! ”

King Fuyu was furious: "Nonsense, it's not your people who dare to die in love, you don't feel distressed!" ”

The king of Goguryeo still smiled and said: "Then you look at it, this king doesn't talk much!" ”

"Report ......" Just when a few people were confused about whether to fight or fight, the herald's hurried pace once again made everyone's hearts rise to their throats. One by one, they watched the herald quickly run into the big tent and kneel, pricking up their ears and waiting for his words.

The big tent was very depressed, which made the herald very nervous, looked left and right and hurriedly buried his head between his legs: "Your lord, fifteen miles to the west, I found that a large number of cavalry are rushing towards our camp quickly, and there will be a stick of incense to kill in time!" ”

"Ah......" The kings took a deep breath and sat down in their chairs.