Night slowly fell, and the right virtuous king of the Huns came from a high slope. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info looked at the camp looming in front of him under the light of a few torches. With a wave of his hand, the Hun generals hurriedly ran down the high slope, and then a huge cavalry phalanx turned into a torrent and rushed to the camp.

In the camp, the sound of warning was loud and the sound of swords and soldiers intersecting was endless. The right virtuous king of the Xiongnu felt that he had succeeded, and then he didn't wait and see, pulled out his sword and slapped the horse's back heavily, and rushed over with an army of more than 100,000.

The sound of horses' hooves resounded in the sky, and countless tents were trampled flat and lifted under the impact of war horses. Piles of timber appeared, followed by countless torches from the high slopes behind, and flaming arrows raining down from the sky.

The firelight turned the sky into daylight, and thick smoke came with it. Countless Hun soldiers were smoked and couldn't open their eyes, and the front army collided with the rear army and suddenly panicked.

The right virtuous king of the Xiongnu immediately woke up and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Pass the order to go down and withdraw."

The sound of gold resounded in the sky, and the Hun soldiers retreated behind under the guidance of the general.

As the regular army of the Xiongnu Youxian Palace, the ability to deal with emergencies is naturally stronger than that of ordinary armies. In addition, the enemy army did not take advantage of the chaos to send troops to pursue, so after a period of panic, the Hun soldiers gradually calmed down and retreated in an orderly manner.

The right virtuous king of the Xiongnu rode a war horse and withdrew in the direction where the army was slowly coming, and the more he walked, the more he felt that there was a problem. Why didn't the enemy attack in chaos? Is it because they don't have enough troops? Or maybe the main force is asleep, and the front army has only a small number of troops to warn and try to scare them back.

A trace of doubt gradually spread in his heart, and gradually turned into doubts about himself. King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu pulled his horse, and the entire army immediately stopped moving.

The generals looked at the Xiongnu Right Xian King with puzzled eyes, and they didn't know why they suddenly stopped.

"Why did King Xian stop marching?".

"Our military just fell into an ambush, but fortunately it was discovered in time, so there was no loss."

"Stop now, wait for the enemy to kill, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

Listening to these inquiries, the Xiongnu Right Xian King became more and more determined to question himself just now: "The enemy army only has 50,000 soldiers and horses, even if he chases this king, what is there to fear." The king suddenly stopped marching, just wondering why the enemy army had not taken advantage of the chaos just now."

"It should be that I am afraid of our army and have strong troops, so I didn't attack." One of the generals explained, his tone getting lower and lower, and he seemed to be lacking in confidence.

The right virtuous king of the Huns looked at the general and sneered: "This reason, if it is you, do you believe it?"

"The last general does not choose his words, and asks the virtuous king to forgive his sins." Hearing this, the general shuddered in his heart and hurriedly pleaded guilty.

The right king of the Xiongnu did not care about him, and gradually fell into contemplation: "The enemy army obviously has 50,000 troops, why don't you take this opportunity to attack."

"Maybe the enemy camp is empty, that's why this happens." Another general explained.

The thought of luck came to mind. The right virtuous king of the Huns hurriedly drove away, but the more he drove away, the more crazy this thought became: "Just retreating like this, this king was unwilling, and ordered to dispatch 30,000 soldiers and horses to attack the camp."

"Yes". One of the generals bowed down to receive the order, turned and ran forward.

A long horn sounded, and three phalanxes of 10,000 cavalry rushed in the direction of the camp.

The Xiongnu Youxian King looked at the distant army, and was still a little uneasy in his heart: "This king personally led an army of 100,000 to follow, and the rest of the soldiers and horses are waiting for military orders here, ready to support at any time."

"Yes". Several generals bowed down to receive the order, and then 20,000 soldiers and horses began to repair in place.

The right virtuous king of the Xiongnu did not waste time, turned around and slapped his horse hard, and rushed to the direction of the camp with an army of 100,000.

There was a high slope behind the camp, Zhou Bo looked at the more than 40,000 soldiers under the high slope behind him, and asked Chen Ping next to him: "Is your method useful?" Actually, I feel that it is good to kill it just now, why do you want to do it too much, and make a bamboo basket empty."

"There are too many enemy troops, even if they are in disarray. But if our army does not do it well, it will be self-defeating. Don't take such an opportunity." Chen Ping explained to Zhou Bo.

Zhou Bo thought of the chaos of the Huns just now, and was a little unwilling: "Although the words are so, they are ......."

"You listen". Faintly hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Chen Ping hurriedly interrupted Zhou Bo's complaint.

Zhou Bo listened attentively, and a hint of surprise appeared in his heart: "They are here."

"When the enemy enters the camp, the troops must be dispatched quickly. It's best to deliver a thunderous blow to your enemies before they have time to react. Let those Huns not understand the specific situation of our army and make it a miscalculation. Our army can swallow this bait smoothly." Chen Ping reminded Zhou Bo that although this sentence has been said countless times, it is a matter of the success or failure of the strategy, so he can only be verbose again.

Zhou Bo nodded without words, Rong Ma naturally understood all his life, most of the battles. In fact, it's just one mental battle after another.

The Huns' soldiers and horses were getting closer and closer, and the speed of the march was getting faster and faster. Like a torrent, it slammed into the camp. The Hun soldiers slammed left and right. Almost the entire camp was razed to the ground, but not a single enemy soldier was found.

At this moment, countless torches on the high slope behind them were lit again, and a rain of arrows slanted down in the night. Some generals reacted and hurriedly led their soldiers over the camp to attack several high slopes.

Braving the rain of arrows, the Hun soldiers finally rushed to the bottom of the high slope, only to find that at some point, the enemy archers were replaced by rockets again.

A trace of ominous emotion spread, and countless rockets landed. Only to find that the thick dead branches under his feet were stepping on, and a Xiongnu soldier hurriedly retreated, but unfortunately it was too late.

The flames spread rapidly, and beneath their feet turned into a sea of fire. Countless Hun soldiers died in the sea of fire, and gradually the flames became smaller.

The surviving soldiers secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and at this moment, the earth-shattering shouts of killing came from the rear of Gao Po.

Countless Donghu servants poured here, and the surviving Hun soldiers immediately fell in pools of blood.

On a high slope opposite the camp, the right virtuous king of the Huns looked at the torches that looked like a long dragon with no end in sight. And the soldiers, who sighed heavily as they wailed before falling in a pool of blood.

Defeated, defeated in his own doubts about himself. Let a defeat that should have been avoided happen right in front of you.

Looking at the night in front of him, the corners of his mouth moved slightly. I want to save but don't dare to save it, this is the truest thought in the heart of the Xiongnu Right Xian King at this time.

After all, under the cover of night, it is not known how many means the enemy has arranged, and rushing in recklessly can only cost his soldiers and horses their lives. Thinking of this, he ordered the surrounding generals: "Pass the order to go back to the camp."

"Yes". The generals bowed down to receive the order, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

King Youxian dismounted his horse and galloped away with his army in the direction of his camp.