The rain was pouring down.

Turn the Hunhe River valley into a swamped country.

A Chu scout climbed a high hill with difficulty, trying to find out the vague direction from the waterlogged wilderness, the Huns' dome tent established Hebei along the mountain range, it should be higher, if it is plain, as long as the mountain range is the benchmark, there will be no business trip, but today, everything is blurred.

"What's that?" Suddenly, the scout exclaimed, and the finger of Fang Xiangshang was a large slow-moving grassland "yellow flock".

The Huns are mostly dressed in animal skins, and the yellow sheep is the most important herbivore in this grassland, because of its rapid reproduction, its fur is also mostly used by ordinary Huns.

"Oh no, it's the Huns, report it to the general." Chu Jun's scout team was obviously more vigilant than his companions, and his face turned pale when he stood up halfway.

"Poof!"

In the rain curtain, the outpost patrol of the Xiongnu discovered the Chu army scout troops almost at the same time, and the Chu army scouts did not have any means to do it in terms of long-range strike capability competition between the two sides.

The scout team unwillingly covered his abdomen and struggled to fall into the mud, but his eyes were full of relief, the young frightened Chu army scout just now had already turned around and returned, believing that as long as it was a while, General Xiang Zhuang in the front of the Chu army would be able to get an urgent military situation.

As an old soldier in the Chu army, before swallowing a breath of zuihou before dying, this nameless scout team used all his strength, flipped himself from a prone posture, and changed his whole body to the sky, bathing in the sky, and soon, in his blurred eyes, several Huns holding arrows and bronze knives appeared.

"Chop off his head." The Hun Shi Chang, who led the team, ordered indifferently. A low-ranking officer of the Chu army obviously did not fall into the eyes of this Hun man who was eager to make great achievements, while his subordinates rushed over happily. Hold down the head of the Chu people who died in battle, and then raise the war knife fiercely.

――。

Xiang Zhuang was the vanguard of the Chu army.

This expedition, the overlord Xiang Yu did not leave any back, Jixian County has Zhou Lan a town guarded, as long as the enemy is not lightly guarded, there will not be much problem in holding the city, this is mainly because Jicheng has a city wall that makes the Huns fearful, there is no siege equipment, the Huns at most are around the city to play a few turns, and then they have to return.

Hear that there is an enemy trail ahead. Xiang Zhuang, who was also shocked, was not as flustered as when he fought with the Qin army, and while sending scouts to deliver a message to Xiang Yu of the Chinese army, he quickly led the elite troops of his headquarters to seize the high ground ahead.

Kill!

The Chu soldiers shouted, letting the heavy rain flow down their cheeks, slippery into the armor, and drenching their whole bodies.

"Sons, the rain helps me. The Huns were in front of them, their horses were stuck in the mire and could not move, their furs were heavy like a dead pig's skin with water, we were the men of Da Chu. We are the subordinates of the invincible overlord, we are the children of Jiangdong, kill! Xiang Zhuang roared, and rushed to kill the Huns first.

Front.

No matter how many Huns there were. At this time, he couldn't stop his Xiang Zhuang's killing intent. He has been waiting for this battle for a long time, and he wants to prove himself. is no longer the reckless young man who ran back to Jiangdong to cry after losing the battle. Among Xiang Zhuang's subordinate generals, most of them were his children who took him north from Jiangdong, and their hearts were the same as Xiang Zhuang's, surging with endless confidence in resisting foreign captives.

This is an era of heroes.

This is a time of humiliation unlike that in history.

This is an era when the strong are kings and would rather die standing than live on their knees, after Li Yuan raised the banner of the Qin State high, Xiang Yu and his Jiangdong athletes also drenched the blood of the Chu people to the extreme.

The Chu army broke into the formation, Xiang Zhuang took the lead, and he was like a young tiger looking for food when he entered the enemy formation, with a halberd in his hand, stabbing, picking, pulling, splitting, inheriting a variety of halberd methods from Xiang Yu so that Xiang Zhuang did not have half a point of fear in the face of many Hun cavalry, and the application of the Gaoqiao saddle purchased from the Qin State also gave Xiang Zhuang a refreshing feeling of being able to defeat four hands with two palms and no fear.

"Shoot the Chu thief."

After killing several Xiongnu Shichang and Baichang in a row, Xiang Zhuang's personal courage finally shocked the Huns, and they began to shout in horror.

"Protect the Major General." Among the children of Jiangdong, there was also a voice in unison.

The muddy river is surging.

The fierce battle between the two armies of Chu and Hungary on a rainy day is like this summer thunderstorm, sudden, there is no discipline at all, the fierce battle of the two vanguard teams makes the blood of the follow-up army boil, and when the Chu army, which was one step ahead in intelligence, came to the battlefield, Xiang Zhuang was deeply embedded in the center of the Xiongnu battle array.

Continuous charges.

The icy raindrops, the slippery mud, and the ubiquitous arrows of the Huns made the Chu generals who rushed into battle fall one by one, the most tragic of which was Xiang Zhuang's personal troops, in order to protect Xiang Zhuang from the arrows, one by one the young personal soldiers blocked their bodies in front.

"Xue Gong, your troops penetrate the enemy formation from the left flank, don't let the Huns return to aid the Chinese army."

"Zhou Yin, you lead the headquarters as a reserve, once you find that there is an enemy invasion, break it."

"The rest of the tribes went with the king to slaughter the slave dogs." Xiang Yu roared angrily, and with the reins of the black cone horse, in the heavy rain, one man and one horse took the lead and entered again along the Hun battle formation that Xiang Zhuang rushed away.

The Chu crowd was excited.

In their eyes, Xiang Yu is an invincible existence, and following the enemy in the field is the process of harvesting and sweeping away the enemy's defeated soldiers again and again.

The Huns crossed the Hunhe River halfway, and the front army was discovered by the Chu army scouts, and then Xiang Zhuang's entry made half of the body still struggle in the torrent in the Chinese army The troops were washed away a lot, which made the Huns' Chinese army and the front army have a gap for a while, and it is precisely because of the discovery of this problem of the Huns that Xiang Zhuang will be desperate to enter.

The onslaught of the Chu army, so that the big Dan sitting in the rear Yu Mao Dun was furious, and hurriedly ordered the Hun army to press up, this rain to the south, it was a great opportunity for him to show his strength and show prestige, but now it was destroyed by the Chu barbarians.

Riverside.

A Hun commander squinted his eyes with a cruel smile, and by the white light between the rain curtains, he stared at Xiang Yu, the main general of the Chu army, who was rushing into the battle.

There are tens of thousands of Chu people.

The most valuable head is undoubtedly the one on Xiang Yu's neck, not the reckless stunned young boy in front, although he also has the same surname.

There are nearly 300,000 or 400,000 people in control of the Great Huns, and there are only about 40 commanders in detail, and those who can stand out on the grassland need to have both mind and bravery.

"Whoosh!"

The faint sound of the trembling bowstring was barely audible in the rain, and in order to keep the arrow from stray from the target as it advanced, the captain deliberately raised the direction of the aim a little.

"Be careful, my lord." When Xiang Yu's personal guard found that there was a danger approaching, this sharp arrow was already so close to Xiang Yu that it couldn't get closer.

"Vertical, little tricks dare to run rampant." Xiang Yu sneered, leaned to the side of the horse, and at the same time, between the lightning and flint, his right hand pulled out the tip of the halberd of the halberd, and threw it violently towards the opponent who was sneaking up.

Arrow to.

There are no more people.

Xiang Yu's mastery of riding on the horse made the Huns not have time to be vigilant, generally speaking, the level of control of the southerners on the war horse is not as good as the Huns who live on horseback, but this is not absolute, at least in Xiang Yu's here, the judgment of the Huns has a fatal deviation.

Under its own weight, it is difficult to throw it twenty zhang away, and it is based on this common sense that after an arrow was shot in the air, the Hun Wanfu did not pay attention to Xiang Yu's blow when he was in danger, he just calmly took out another arrow from the quiver, and prepared to continue to focus on Xiang Yu.

This time, his target was changed to the Ezeal Horse. Shoot people and horses, capture thieves and capture kings. Since the opponent's riding skills are very good, then simply shoot his horse with arrows and force him to dismount and fight.

"Uh, what's that? Oops, it hurts. When the sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears, and then a sharp stinging pain came from his throat, this Hun man who was immersed in a sweet dream began to realize it.

The halberd cleaves the rain.

It penetrated the front of the Hun neck, and the crimson blood flowed out from the tip of the halberd, and then together with the rain, it turned into a mud of blood and water. (To be continued......)