It has always been said that water and fire are ruthless, but in fact, compared to the raging fire, the turbulent waves from which there is nowhere to escape are more violent and irresistible.

When it's on fire, you can still think about escaping. But once you are caught in the turbulent waves, no matter how good you are in the water, you will not be able to survive in such a dense crowd at this moment. Especially these Huns, who had almost no water at all.

When the huge Han army was shooting a rain of arrows, waving the blades in their hands to force those Huns into a desperate situation step by step. The Han army is cruel and has no mercy. When the battlefield is blocked, no one will show mercy. No matter who is in front of you.

This is the battlefield, here is the meat grinder between the different peoples who devour life and fight for the right to live. Even without those Han slaves who were brutally tortured and killed, Gao Yang would not have let go of this feud that had been hostile for hundreds of years.

In these hundreds of years, are there still fewer Han Chinese who died tragically at the hands of these Huns? There are countless more and more tragic things, and what has happened before is just a very ordinary scene. Not to mention the extermination policy of these Huns entering the Central Plains in the future.

The Huaxia of this era was still martial. The soldiers here are all hot-blooded. Gao Yang looked at the battlefield without saying a word, and did not say a word to accept surrender, so it was impossible for all the Han troops to show mercy to the Huns in front of them!

As soon as he raised his hand, the war knife, which had already been stained with blood, cut a deadly arc in the air, "Poof! With a bang, a large head suddenly fell to the ground. A pair of frightened eyes were wide open.

The body that had lost his head was still kneeling on the ground, keeping his hands folded. The blood that shot out of the neck cavity poured on the face of the fierce man in front of the corpse.

The Han soldier raised his hand and wiped his face full of murderous intent and excitement, spat viciously and continued to follow the queue forward.

The mighty Han army was like a moving wall made of metal, slowly but surely pressing the Huns who fled like frightened rabbits. The footsteps of the Han army left behind layers of mutilated corpses soaked in blood.

The area of the river beach where the Huns are located is not small, but the number of people and cattle is even greater!

Facing the fierce oppression of the Han army like a mountain, the Huns, who had already been completely frightened, had to instinctively keep retreating. But no matter how much you retreat, there is a limit to how much you retreat. The limit of the Huns lies in the turbulent Beichun River behind them!

From time to time, the Huns, who erupted in despair, shouted frantically and shouted strange words that no one could understand. Dancing the weapon in his hand, he desperately rushed towards the steel wall of the Han army, and then turned into a pile of fragments under the slashing of the knife. And the vast majority of the Huns instinctively followed the large army into the tidal flats and into the rivers!

When they are dragged into the river, their fate after that is completely up to them.

Tens of thousands of people and animals poured into the river. It wasn't strong at first, especially for the people in the center.

But as it progressed deeper into the river, the depth of the river also rose rapidly. By the time the river was close to the neck, only those riding on the cattle were able to escape for a while. Those who were unable to climb the cattle were quickly carried away by the rushing river, or could not maintain their balance and fell into the water. It's basically impossible for these people to get back on their feet.

Desperately struggling because of fear, constantly pouring water from the mouth and nose because of the struggle. For these Huns who do not understand the nature of water. In such a dense crowd, it only takes one irrigation to die.

Those who rode on large animals didn't survive long either. Although the Han troops on the shore no longer went into the water to pursue, the crossbow arrows in their hands did not stop shooting. Although as cavalry, they only have twelve boxes of crossbow arrows as standard, but the base of the Han army is large. The rounds of shooting of more than 20,000 people were enough to dye the Beichun River red with the blood of countless Huns!

The river was turbulent, and there were crossbow arrows in the sky. The big animals in the panic couldn't hold out for long, even with their heads held high. Soon, more and more large animals fell into the river with a grief, losing their strength and balance, and at the same time dragging the Huns on their backs into hell.

"Alright." Gao Yang raised his wrist and pushed away the visor on his helmet, looked at the hellish scene in the turbulent river in front of him with a calm expression, and waved his hand to stop his soldiers and horses from continuing to pour arrow rain towards the river. Originally, there were not many arrows left in the hands of the sergeants.

"My lord." Guo Jia, who looked as usual, came to Gao Yang's side and saluted respectfully.

"That's it. If they can escape alive in this case, they will be arrested and spared. However, none of the leaders of those Xiongnu tribes can be spared, and now they start cleaning up the battlefield. Gao Yang lowered his eyelids slightly and commanded in a low voice.

"Whoa." Guo Jia bowed. Respond respectfully.

The Han army, which had not eaten at noon, was also on the verge of physical strength at this time. The hungry Han soldiers soon began to scatter under the leadership of their respective officers, busy with various things. After cleaning up the battlefield, he quickly began to cook and prepare for a sumptuous dinner.

The more than 100,000 troops gathered by Liu Bao, the Xiongnu Zuoxian King, were almost wiped out in the Battle of Beichun River. The adult males almost died, and most of the old and weak also drowned in the Beichun River.

Except for a small number of men and horses led by Liu Bao, they took a sheepskin raft and desperately broke through Zhang Liao's obstruction on the river. All the way down the river, quietly ashore after dark, riding horses towards the north to flee for their lives. Only a small number of people who escaped when the Han army invaded the Xiongnu camp survived.

Liu Bao couldn't escape at all. He is the person named by Gao Yang. If he had escaped, the battle would have been imperfect.

In order to capture Liu Bao, who escaped wittily, Gao Yang did not hesitate to use advanced thermal long-range drones that would have an impact on the space-time channel to track down. And it only took more than ten minutes to successfully catch up with Liu Bao. Immediately, a large number of pursuers were quickly surrounded. It is estimated that he will be able to capture it by daylight tomorrow at the latest.

Less than 100 of the tens of thousands of Huns who were driven into the river were able to escape alive. They were all lucky enough to swim to the other side of the river, or they returned alive after the Han army stopped shooting.

The Huns in the camp captured a large number of people, and the total number was about several thousand. Most of these people are pretending to be dead or hiding in the middle of nowhere, and they are not the lucky ones who have been swept into the main battlefield. Gao Yang didn't care about these people. Thousands of people sent to Han are like a drop of water poured into a rushing river, and even a wave can't stir up.

After the battle, the Han soldiers gathered around the fires according to their own formations, drinking and singing. Excited can't be yourself. For soldiers, winning a war is the best stimulant!

The men who were captured by the Huns were sent to collect the bodies and dig pits for burial. These are the corpses of the Huns. After the Han soldiers were killed in battle, they would be put in coffins and sent back to Han land.

As for the women of the Huns, they became the trophies of the victors at this time.

According to military regulations, the sergeants could choose to trade their military exploits for the women as their trophies. The value is similar to that of ordinary cattle and sheep. Many sergeants who have won many military merits are drunk and run to choose the maids they like one by one. Of course, it can only be a servant. You can't let these Hun women be their wives, right? Isn't that supposed to be laughed at by the neighbors?

The delicate flowers of the prairie in the past, the daughters and women in the nobleman's tent were all shivering together like quails falling into the water. Silently endured the big hands of the strong Han army and kept groping on his body.

"This ass is big, and it's easy to raise."

"This one has white skin, and you can see it when the lights go out."

"This looks so handsome, I want it!"

"Hahaha~~~"

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A group of drunken sergeants laughed and enjoyed the privileges of the victors. After getting addicted to it, I chose the goal I wanted. The women who were selected were all registered and taken away, and they were then sent back to Han with the troop transporting the booty, where they awaited their masters.

There were thousands of captured Hun women, not to mention thousands, and only a few hundred were deliberately selected. The rest of them all became women's camps.

Although the women's camp is rarely mentioned in various history books, it is real.

In this era of cold weapons, where wars are often counted in years, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of men in the prime of life are desperately fighting under the pressure of life and death all day long, or preparing to fight. Failure to give them a way to vent their stress will inevitably lead to the collapse of the army. No matter how elite the army is, it's the same.

For the army, in addition to looting, the women's battalion is the best way to vent.

Originally, there was also a proposal to bring the women's battalion with them on this expedition. was only vetoed by Gao Yang. He was reluctant to use Han Chinese for this kind of thing. Not to mention the fact that no women's battalion could keep up with the marching speed of the elite cavalry.

However, Gao Yang has no intention of opposing this kind of alternative eating the enemy. Of course. He himself was not interested. The daughters of the Xiongnu nobles who were carefully selected to be sent to his tent were all rewarded by him to the generals in the army.

When the Hun women were taken out of the military tent, their faces could not suppress a look of disappointment.

The winner has everything is a natural rule of the game on the steppe. For the daughters of these nobles who have lost their fathers and brothers, it is a godsend for a woman to become the commander of the Han army. It's a pity that Gao Yang's vision will never look at these people.

A specially planned camp area is lined with large tents. When dinner is over, the moon is in the middle of the sky. Groups of Han soldiers walked in here shoulder to shoulder. Soon after. A burst of blood-pumping sounds gathered on the grassland.

The Huns, who were hungry and digging pits to bury the bodies of their relatives, also heard these voices, but they continued their work without realizing it. This kind of thing is too normal in the grassland, and if they win, they will do it even more intensely! Especially when going south to Handi!

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