When night fell, the temporary camping camp of the Huns was silent, the fires that intimidated the beasts and wolves were all extinguished, and only the faint light of dozens of meters away could be seen in the hazy night.

Feeding the tired mounts, the cavalry of the royal tent after a busy day were forced to sleep in their clothes surrounded by mosquitoes, and it was not wise to set up a tent in a strange grassland, especially when the enemy situation was unknown.

What's even worse is that the backbone of this Xiongnu army, Youxian Wang Juli is sick.

In the humble tent, only a glimmer of light reached the tent, and the sorcerer danced around the only bonfire in the tent with an unknown meaning, a incantation praying for Kunlun to bless the sick from illness and disaster.

The introduction of Tai monotheism has had a huge impact on the embryonic Xiongnu shamanism, the nomadic civilization of the Xiongnu is only equivalent to the level of the late Zhou period in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the Han Empire is only in a hurry to complete the separation of witch doctors, you can imagine how backward and simple the civilization of the Xiongnu is.

The shamans who believed in tradition did not hesitate to accept a new foreign affair with a high degree of similarity of belief and a more developed civilization, at least two or three wise old men in a ignorant group, the shaman was the only privileged person who could exempt himself from the custom of being abandoned in old age, and the other privilege was the royal family of the Xiongnu, including the small kings of the tribes and the royal family of the Xiongnu ≠ clan.

Wizards have a special position in the army, both to heal the sick and act as the supreme commander's brains, their wisdom and opinions will be expressed through divination, the Xiongnu royal family respects wizards very much, just as they respect wise strategists, and the status of Xiongnu will get more privileges.

The dance lasted for two hours, and the sorcerer would apply unknown herbs to the unconscious Youxian King during intervals. The herbs were boiled in a crude pottery bowl and the hot ashes were smeared on the wounds, and the remaining herbal juice was poured into the mouth of the Right Virtuous King. The whole process did not stop until the wizard was sweating and exhausted.

The summer prairie nights are hot and humid, and it seems like a rainstorm is coming. And at this moment, it is close to the third watch in the middle of the night.

"Hmm!"

The wizard let out a sigh of relief, and immediately attracted the encirclement of several Hun nobles: "Respected Wugu, how is the king's body?" ”

"Survive the night, and the king will be safe and sound." The wizard said worriedly: "If you can't get through, the king will go to see Lao Shan Yu." ”

The faces of the Xiongnu nobles were extremely ugly, and they turned to look at the unconscious Youxian King, their faces were pale and curled up in a ball and trembling constantly, and it was useless to wear a few thick fur coats on their bodies, which was an obvious symptom of typhoid fever. Knowledgeable wizards can only do this by all means.

Thundered!

The roar of thunderstorms came from the distant sky, the night became unusually dim unconsciously, the hazy moonlight was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and the five fingers could not be seen, only the white light on the side of the sky was churning in the rolling black clouds, but for a moment, a little cold wind blew into the tent, mixed with moist moisture.

The cavalry of the king's tent on the night patrol mustered up their spirits to patrol the empty and scattered campsite, their heavy eyelids as if they could be closed at any moment, and their legs as if they were filled with lead and difficult to lift. They are very tired.

"Will it rain in a while?"

The king's tent cavalry meditated in their hearts, the cold and damp wind stimulated the sleepy brains, and the refreshed king's tent cavalry walked through the silent tent, their countrymen falling into a deep sleep. And they could enjoy a long-lost sleep after patrolling the circle, and the unlucky ghosts who took over their patrol in the second half of the night were still swimming in sweet dreams, and they began to wait to see the funny expressions of the guys as they woke them up.

It's a men's joke. It can give the royal tent cavalry a temporary relief in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, at least for the time being, without worrying about the hungry wolves on the grassland. Don't worry about unforeseen dangers.

Without warning, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, followed by an earth-shattering boom.

The sleeping cavalry of the King's Tent were awakened by the thunder. The terrifying thunder continued for a full breath before disappearing, and between those short breaths, you could vaguely see the black dense forest, as well as the endless prairie.

The thunder disappeared, and the awakened Huns fell into a deep sleep again, and the long and high-intensity battle ran out of their energy, and the exhausted people hurriedly rolled up their bags and wrapped themselves in sleep and fell asleep.

The patrolling Tent cavalry were busy calming the restless horses, and their good companions were clearly frightened by the thunder, and many of the horses were resting as they walked back and forth in a restless manner, which cost the patrolmen precious rest time, and they should have rushed back as soon as possible to wake up the sleepy ones who were supposed to take over their patrols.

Busyness was not useless, at least the horse-taming knights succeeded in calming the restless horses, although the horses did not immediately close their eyes to rest, at least they did not move around and neigh to disturb more of their companions.

"I'm tired, and I want to take over the patrol in the middle of the night."

"You might as well take a few more steps while complaining and go back to sleep quickly, the storm is coming."

The old pawn did not forget to teach Xin Ding Yan by example, and never forgot to show off his glorious story of calmly dealing with the Yueshi people, probably only with the legends of the past can he calm this group of young people full of muscles.

A white light suddenly lit up, and the snow-white light illuminated the earth, and the ensuing thunder suddenly exploded in the ears, this time the thunder seemed to be in a certain piece of the sky not far above the campsite, the thunder was exceptionally loud, and the thunder was also exceptionally bright.

"Huh? What's that swarthy bunch over there? ”

The patrolling royal tent cavalry newcomers glanced at it carelessly, they only had time to catch a rough glimpse of the figure before the white thunder disappeared, it seemed that the black dots were neatly lined up and stood in the distance silently facing their direction, and subconsciously weighed less than half a breath and said: "It should be a group of wolves!" ”

"A pack of wolves? Why are the wolves here? ”

"Wolves are the best at tracking and hunting, wolves have the strongest physical strength and endurance, they can follow their prey for thousands of miles, what's so strange about being targeted." The newcomers said disappreciatively.

The old pawn hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "It's still not right, the wolf should be very afraid of sounds." The terrible thunder should have scared them into hiding instead of standing next to the camp. ”

"Who knows? Maybe you're dazzled, it's time for us to go to bed. ”

After a brief hesitation, the patrolling cavalry decided to abandon their plans to find out. They themselves thought that perhaps they were too tired to see how a large number of wolves could appear near the camp on the night before the storm. No matter what kind of poisonous insects and beasts are afraid of light, fire, wind, thunder and lightning, at this time, the instinct of the animal will drive them to hide.

When the third violent thunderstorm pierced the sky, the rain fell in the silent night, and the damp became more dense than ever, and the thin rain became dense in just a few breaths, turning from silk threads to bean-sized raindrops, and then like the largest pearl, the hazy drizzle turned into a torrential rain.

The humid air is mixed with a lot of water vapor, and the air is mixed with the characteristic smell of rain and earth. The cavalry of the royal tent, who could not extricate themselves from their dreams, were drenched in the pouring rain and turned into chickens, and they hurriedly turned out the felt cloth that could protect them from the wind and rain, set up simple small tents, and endured gusts of cold wind on the cold and damp grass to continue their unfinished dreams.

The sorcerer fell asleep in the corner of the tent, and the Hun nobles who served as the captains of the thousand horsemen were also curled up in the corner, and only they were entitled to spend the rainy night in the dry tent, although the inside of the tent was no more comfortable than the outside.

Several Xiongnu nobles secretly drank some wine, and the clear and transparent wine produced in Han was deeply loved by the Huns, especially the wine produced in Han must be used in sacrifices and formal ceremonies, and the privileged nobles would get some precious wine through special channels. It is a treasure used to keep warm from the cold, especially in winter, and it is a luxury that is in short supply.

The treatment of the royal tent cavalry was the highest, and the thousand cavalry commanders of the royal tent cavalry were especially high, and they received relatively more Han wine. In the trading circles of the Xiongnu nobles, a bottle of tin wine jug with a leather holster and two catties of wine could be exchanged for five of the strongest Xiongnu horses. Even the very wealthy cavalry commander of the royal tent was reluctant to take a few sips.

Today's situation is special, and King Youxian is injured. The storm and the cold, damp weather made the rainy night especially difficult, especially when they saw the sorcerer pouring wine on the Right Virtuous King. The idea of drinking to keep warm and ward off the cold comes out irrepressibly.

After drinking two glasses of wine, the drowsy fuss stopped working, and the drunken guys quickly fell asleep, and the Hun nobles did not drink much, which had a lot to do with the fact that they had never been exposed to alcohol.

Thundered!

The sudden thunder woke up a Hun nobleman who had not drunk, he was more stingy with precious wine and was unwilling to drink it, he got up from the cold grass, opened the felt curtain of the tent and looked at the dark night sky, the cold air mixed with rain and earthy smell blew him shiver, and then the cold raindrops hit his face and made him take two steps back.

"It's hot in the first half of the night, and it's shivering with cold now." Standing in a corner that the rain could not sweep, the Xiongnu nobles who were awakened were still hesitating whether they should drink some wine to warm their bodies, although the Xiongnu nobles would also find reasons such as celebrations to drink Han wine, but he still insisted on drinking the original mare's milk wine.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to solve the pressure of the bulging bladder first, and inadvertently swept the door of the camp and was surprised to find that there was no figure, it stands to reason that even if it is a violent storm, there will eventually be guards wearing robes nearby, and the clothes are imported from the Han to the Xiongnu by the industrious Han people, and the Huns will occasionally use him to shelter from the rain, of course, most of the time they will hide in their yurts and do not use the clothes.

"What about people?"

He put on a little bit of a coat and walked out of the tent, surrounded by the dark night on the left and right, and could not see a single light, and the sound of the torrential rain hitting the ground in his ears, walking on the rain-soaked grass with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and beware of tripping over puddles, and walking around the tent for most of the time without seeing half a figure, but he was angry.

"Bastards are going to be lazy again, I'm going to smash your ass with a horsewhip to let you know the strictness of military regulations!"

The angry Hun nobleman tripped and fell after just a few steps, struggling to get up in the muddy water, he couldn't get up, turned around and kicked hard at the thing that tripped him, and suddenly found that he couldn't kick this obstructive bulge, and the feeling of kicking it was not very much like a hard stone, leaning down and gently groping it felt like a person's body, and he suddenly touched the short blade with the scabbard. His hairs exploded instantly.

The dagger was an item he was all too familiar with, as it was the standard weapon of the Huns, melee combat. Another standard melee weapon is the long-bladed iron sword, and a standard hunting bow is a ranged weapon for the Hun cavalry. The standard equipment of the King's Tent cavalry is similar to that of ordinary tribal cavalry, except that the quality and condition are slightly higher by one level.

He continued to search without believing in evil, and the more he searched, the more frightened he became, and the other two weapons were also found, and even the standard leather armor and leather pockets of the king's tent cavalry were turned out, and the things lying in the muddy water and geography as "stumbling blocks" were none other than the king's tent cavalry he matched.

"How did man die? How the hell did he die? No, there is a knife wound in the back! ”

His heart tightened, and he screamed in disgust, turned his head and stood up, and found that something was shaking in the dark night in the distance, and under the cover of the crackling rain, it seemed that wails and roars could be heard. It turned out that the sounds were drowned out by the rumbling sound of the rainstorm crashing on the ground, and it was impossible to tell if it was real or not if it was not carefully distinguished.

Simply distinguishing the direction, following the layout of the camp in his impression, he leaned down and sneaked towards the direction of the soldier's camp, encountering more and more "stumbling blocks" along the way, and the screams and fierce fights gradually became clear, I don't know when the rainstorm seemed to be smaller, and the sound of the fierce battle could be clearly heard.

"Han Army! The Han army is coming from the east! ”

"There are also Han troops in the south! Their number is unknown. ”

"We also have it here, and the Han army is not very numerous. We are putting the expulsion of the Han army! ”

In the rainstorm, the bow and crossbow arrows cannot be used to hit the enemy, the bowstring and crossbow string cannot play a role in the humid environment, and the arrows will also lose their momentum and accuracy due to the influence of the rain.

Although the Han army was small in number, it was organized in an orderly manner and had a basis for advancing and retreating. The Hun king's tent cavalry was numerous but chaotic, advancing and retreating, a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, to the disposal of troops to intercept and expel but few gains, but the Han army hidden in the dark night bit the most vicious wolves and ran. The Huns were not given the slightest chance to organize a counterattack.

Fierce fighting continued intermittently in the dark and rainy night, and no one knew whether the specific gains were more or less. The panicked Huns could only huddle together and shout to each other in Xiongnu language, as if they were emboldening their courage to constantly boost morale. As more and more of the panicked Huns formed a group, the frequency of Han attacks also dropped significantly.

It wasn't until another hour later that the torrential rain subsided, and a cold and strong wind blew through the icy grassland, and the black clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the moon, which was not particularly bright.

"Huh! What about the Han soldiers? Gone? ”

"The Han army retreated?"

The royal tent cavalry breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard a shout: "No! Something is going to happen to the tent! ”

When he hurried to the place, he found several injured Hun nobles sitting at the door of the tent, and a few people were lying on the ground dying with excessive blood loss, and the wizard drilled out of the tent with a torch in hand, his eyes swept over the anxious crowd and nodded: "King Youxian is well, we have lost three thousand cavalry commanders, the other two are seriously injured and are in danger, and one ten thousand cavalry commanders are also injured." ”

"The Han army retreated?"

"Retreat! The black armor general yelled a few times unwillingly before leaving, and I felt that they would come back. ”

The cavalry looked at each other a little at a loss, and it was still a mystery whether the exhausted Huns would be able to withstand it again, and even if they could withstand a second attack in their current condition, what would happen to the third, fourth, and more times?

No one can guess the time of the Han army's attack, this place is still more than 800 miles away from the court of the right xian, and walking two hundred miles to the southeast will enter the territory of the right xianwang, but how long will it take to go for these two hundred miles is also a mystery, the normal marching speed is only one day, but the current situation is another story, it is a huge victory to be able to walk fifty miles a day.

The wounded thousand cavalry commanders gasped, their bodies were covered with knife wounds of different shades, desperately breathing the cold air, those eyes full of longing looked at the wizard, but all they got was despair, so many malignant knife wounds in the Xiongnu were almost incurable signs of death, even if they could be treated, they could not find a suitable medical environment in an environment with little medical treatment.

The seriously injured swallowed their last breath in despair, and the lightly injured were not comfortable, they drank strong Han wine and endured the severe pain with the boiling hot ashes to seal the terrible knife wounds, and all that was left was to pray to Kunlun to support the plough to give them a chance to escape typhoid fever, which was their only chance to live.

Once again, the sorcerer used his expertise to tell the panicked Hun nobles in a commanding tone: "The result of divination is a murderous appearance, and this place should not stay for a long time, and you must leave here immediately." ”

"But the right virtuous king ......"

"Tie it to the back of a horse and bring it back to the right land of the Huns, this is the only chance."

The Hun thousand cavalry commanders glanced at each other on the body of the ten thousand cavalry commanders, and the three ten thousand cavalry commanders gritted their teeth and said: "Without further ado, we will set off immediately!" ”

The royal tent cavalry didn't have time to rejoice, hurriedly rolled up their bags to saddle the horses, their eyes swept over the corpses of their dead companions, and they reluctantly gave up the plan to pick up weapons and equipment, just hurriedly picked up the dry food and food in the bags and left them on horseback and left quickly, the speed of the Hun nobles was faster, the camp tent simply gave up and did not stuff the horse and walked to the southeast, and a few thousand horsemen who took care of the right Xian Wang stuck the horse and walked in the front.

As for the callers, it's too late to care. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)

ps: I've been busy with work and taking care of my mother recently, and I can't spare time to write a book, and I can't help it, Ume doesn't want to emphasize the reason and don't want to complain, I will still write the book, and I won't give up part-time writing, and strive to fix 4k every day after stability in the short term, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience to everyone, thank you for your concern, I wish you and your family good health, don't get sick, go to a big hospital for a check-up if you're sick, don't be like my mother