Xu Huang was very depressed, he saw that every time Li Ming finished fighting, he could always find some cheats or something. So this time he even groped for the Huns led by him, but found nothing.

More than 50 horses were seized, both male and female, so that they could be kept for breeding or replaced. Li Ming did not invent the horseshoe, which means that horses have a service life, often in a year or two, the hooves wear out, and they have to be replaced.

"How's it going?" Li Ming led a large army and came to Xu Huang.

"Fortunately, the five hundred Huns have been killed except for a few tongues!" Xu Huang arched his hand and replied, "Two of our side were killed and five were injured...... Please also punish the Lord! ”

"It's a good result, you're doing a great job!" Li Ming nodded, although Xu Huang is a historical military general and one of the five good generals, he has just enlisted in the army now, to be honest, I was worried that it would be too early for him to lead the troops to fight alone.

Now it seems that there is no big problem, a famous general is a famous general, even if he does not grow up, he still has talent.

"Whoa!" Xu Huang could hear that Li Ming was sincerely praising him, but he was not too happy, but he just responded dutifully.

The Huns did not wear armor, mainly because they did not have armor and craftsmen who made it. However, the thickened leather coat he was wearing was okay as leather armor, but as a trophy, Li Ming was not interested at all, and the smell on it was too great.

The weapons are all, but the horses are really good horses! The Han also raised horses, but there were too few places to raise horses, and the war horses raised were not as good as those raised by the grassland peoples. Fifty intact war horses can be regarded as a surprise.

"What did those tongues say?" Li Ming also asked casually.

"The five of them were very stubborn and didn't say anything!" Xu Huang replied helplessly.

Then ask them a question, and they will answer, and if they don't, they will cut off one of their toes. Cutting one without answering, cutting off their fingers, cutting off their noses, ears, and finally gouging out their fucking eyes, I wonder how long they can last! Don't come together, come one by one! Li Ming commanded.

"Whoa!" Xu Huang received the order, if the target was the Huns, no matter how cruel the means were, there seemed to be no pressure to use them.

The Huns were miserable, the first one had a hard mouth, and as a result, Xu Huang was directly cut into a human being, and in the end he bled too much and hung up. When it came to the second one, Xu Huang obviously felt loose, and when he was about to cut to the fifth toe, the other party made a move.

"Interrogate them separately, don't let them socialize with each other, I need to hear the truth! If there is a fake, then I will cut their flesh one by one, and when they die of pain, they will count! Li Ming suddenly shouted.

All the Huns were uprooted in their hearts, but they were soon taken elsewhere for interrogation. In the end, there was no problem with the summarization, Li Ming gave a hint, and then Xu Huang gave them a happy time.

There are only three questions to ask: where is the main force of the Huns, who instructed the Huns to go south this time, and how to cultivate the art of witchcraft. The last question was the result of Li Ming's curiosity, and he was curious about the so-called witchcraft of the Huns.

The results soon came out, and the main force of the Huns was still wandering around Puzi County, counting the spoils and sending people to transport them back, and they did not come so quickly; The Huns went south this time, but it was the organization of the patriarch of the Gudu Marquis of Xubu, who was a hard-line fighting faction, advocating the invasion of the Han by force, plundering the benefits and elevating the status of the Huns, and this idea won the support of many people in the clan.

The key is that the tribe of Xubu is second only to the Qiangqu tribe as Shan Yu, so it also has a certain right to speak in the Southern Xiongnu. It's a pity that Li Ming is very unfamiliar with this name, after all, who cares about the Southern Huns?

Finally, there is the art of witch blessing, which is actually very simple to cultivate. Find a deity and worship it every day, the more devout the better. Then, during the offering, he kept patting his body and reciting mantras (immortality God has given me ten thousand victories and so on).

Over time, when the incantation is recited, the whole person has become fearless of death, and his strength is amazing, even if someone slashes on it, he will not feel too painful, and there seems to be an inexhaustible strength all over his body, which is called the art of witch blessing.

After listening to the explanation of the Huns, Li Ming immediately understood, isn't TMD just a god fight? It's not a mysterious thing, it's completely the result of self-hypnosis, but it can make you not afraid of pain, and stimulate your potential, this means of self-hypnosis, in fact, it's a bit interesting.

It's a pity that there is a fatal shortcoming, that is, the longer you use it, the greater the consumption, and after it is lifted, the whole body will be at least weak, and many people who practice Qi will even regress in their cultivation.

Li Ming didn't feel strange when he heard this, he had heard similar statements before, people can only exert about 30% of their strength. The Witch Blessing technique allows people to break through this limit and exert more than 30% of their power. There must also be a price, the body can't withstand that much force, and there will be varying degrees of damage to the meridians, bones, and even muscles.

After learning the essence of this witch blessing technique, Li Ming naturally lost interest, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so this trick couldn't be played at all. Just record it, go back and dedicate it to Your Majesty, and see who wants to use it! It's just that the Han Huns have been fighting for so long, and it is said that there is no reason not to know the truth about this as a witch blessing!

After resting in place for an hour, the army set off again, only twenty miles away from Puzi County, walking, in the evening of the same day, a group of people found a place with high terrain to set up camp, just because not far ahead, the Hun camp can already be seen.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact it is mainly a simple stronghold surrounded by thirty or forty carts, perhaps it is late and not suitable for hurrying, so I temporarily stay here for one night.

"Let the sons and daughters have a good rest, and before dawn tomorrow, they will attack directly!" Li Ming looked at the layout of the other party's camp, and then turned back and ordered.

"Whoa!" Everyone actually saw it, and those with a little vision were afraid that they would suggest Li Ming's night attack or surprise attack. Seeing that Li Ming also discovered this, he naturally had nothing to say, so he immediately went back and arranged it.

"Eat horse meat tonight! Time is in a hurry, so I can only cut the best horse meat and bring it over, wasting a lot of ......" Zhou Ze has simply roasted a batch of horse meat. Cumin powder is not enough, and it can only supply a few generals, but for other soldiers, it is good to be able to eat meat.

Horse meat is not very tasty, even a little unpalatable, but fortunately, the soldiers are not picky, and their mouths are full of oil. After eating and drinking, the soldiers began to rest one after another after simply moving for half an hour, and if they could not get up tomorrow, they would be whipped.

The next day, before dawn, the officers were already driving the non-commissioned officers: "Get up!" ”

The soldiers got up one after another, washed up in twenty minutes, and began to line up. It was only five o'clock in the morning, and the sky had not yet brightened, and looking at the camp of the Huns from afar, they were still resting.

"Assault!" Li Ming rode on top of the yellow sand, pointed his spear far ahead, and shouted.

"Kill!" The soldiers shouted and then slaughtered the Huns' camp.

"Enemy attack!" The sentinels on the Huns' side were naturally not blind, and they shouted one after another. It's just that the Huns are sleepy-eyed, and even a few nobles are panicking and wearing clothes, and the camp suddenly becomes chaotic.