Ravines are vertical and horizontal.

Blocked the offensive momentum of the Hun cavalry.

The trench in front of him was so wide that even the strongest war horse could not jump over it.

"Nanban is crazy, digging such a deep trench, how much effort does it take, they are really rich." After rushing through the first fence, the Hun soldiers were disappointed.

Dig a trench.

It takes strength, it takes time, and for the self-sufficient Huns, what the Qin people did, they couldn't understand. With these skills, it is better to go to the grassland to hunt one more yellow sheep to achieve a greater sense of accomplishment. At the very least, be able to have a good meal in the evening.

A quarter past noon.

After a long process of filling the ravine that made the Xiongnu soldiers feel desperate, the Xiongnu tribes, who were eager to break through the Qin army's camp, finally roared and stepped into the protective circle laid by the Qin army.

The first to cross the trench were the two tribes under Maudun's cronies, if they were to change to Pingsu, these Maudun's cronies would only attack when the battle situation was at its most critical, and this time, they were obviously impatient.

In the trench warfare, the Xiongnu lost nearly 6,000 people, although most of these soldiers were old and weak of the tribes, but together with the casualties at the beginning of the attack, in order to break through the Qin army camp, the Huns had paid a huge price of nearly 20,000 people.

In comparison, the losses of the Qin army were only two or three thousand at best, and due to proper treatment, the actual number of Qin soldiers killed in the battle was only about 1,000.

Such a strong contrast made the Huns feel extremely disappointed, although Mao Dun repeatedly emphasized that the Qin army was just a bluff, and the strength of the Qin camp was less than 10,000 people, but for the ordinary soldiers who watched their comrades die, Da Shan Yu's order was a notice for them to die.

Die.

It was to rush up, and then be shot by the Qin people with an arrow.

Morale of the Huns. In the rapid fall, the balance of disparity in strength is reversing little by little.

This is absolutely intolerable to Maudun. Therefore, he had to break the routine and send his strongest men to try to crush the resistance of the Qin army before sunset.

Six trenches were filled.

The Hun cavalry roared and surged in, waving the swords and copper clusters in their hands, their faces glowing with excitement, and the eyes of the Qin soldiers were full of madness.

"Shieldmen, prepare!"

"Spearmen. Get ready! ”

"All soldiers, go to war!"

Zhong Liwu gave an order, the sound of shouting orders came and went, the battle situation has evolved to the present, both sides have no reservations, like this kind of frontal confrontation, Zhong Liwu's ability is convincing, his orders are one after another, and there is no time to panic.

At this point. Li Yuan may not be able to beat Zhong Lifu, of course, Li Yuan's strength is not in this. His Heavenly Thunder Army was hidden behind the Qin Army.

"King Wu, when are we going to fight?" Du Chun was a little anxious and asked nervously.

"Wait for General Zhongli's order, now. We are all under his command. Li Yuan smiled, Zhong Liwu's ability to control the battlefield situation Li Yuan saw that the morale of the Qin army was maintained well. And the reason why Zhong Liwu didn't give Li Yuan a signal to attack was that he felt that he could attract a little more Huns into the encirclement.

There is a deep trench behind.

Once the Hun soldiers collapsed, the soldiers who were desperate for the road crowded together on the narrow passage, and the results can be imagined, and those Hun soldiers who could not retreat, unsheltered on the slope, could only become the target of the Qin army's assassination.

The winter sun is pale without a trace of blood.

On the Hetao Plain, the wolf flags of the Xiongnu tribe are like lonely dancers, moaning helplessly and overturning on the empty grassland.

And under the embrace of the wolf flags, the Qin army's pitch-black big silk is particularly eye-catching, it roars in the wind, it stands upright, it leads the Qin soldiers everywhere on the battlefield, fighting on the battlefield, throwing blood--.

Yang Yu's face turned pale.

Yang Yu's personality inherited the courage of his grandfather Yang Xiong, and the unyielding courage of the soldiers of the Qin army.

Compared with Yang Yu's bravery, Zhou Ping's performance looks bleaker. But behind the gloom, there is a peaceful and steady rigorous attitude, just like many ordinary middle- and lower-level Qin military captains and captains, faithfully carrying out the orders of the higher level, whether it is merit or hard work, they are indomitable, without complaint or regret.

A whole night plus a morning.

Li Yuan's figure has always been stationed under Daxu, and his position is at the highest point of the entire defensive formation of the Qin army, no matter which corner of the battlefield the soldiers are, as long as they look back slightly, they can find his figure.

"The Martial King is behind us-!"

"Brothers, fight, we must not let the Hun robbers pass through our line of defense." A young Qin military marquis screamed, his body tightly blocked the gap in the broken defense line, and after a while, his body fell due to several blood losses, and when Zuihou saw the picture of the Qin army still fluttering, a smile rippled on the young marquis's face.

"Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains; Blood will not be shed, death will not be a truce, death will not be a truce-! His voice muttered, getting weaker and weaker, and Zuihou could never hear it again.

Life flies by.

Whether it is the Qin or the Huns.

At this moment of tearing and dying, in their hearts, there is only faith and survival forever.

Zhong Limo's nervous palms were sweaty.

He didn't expect that the Huns would be so frustrated, and the repeated defeats did not stop the advance of the Huns, but aroused their crazy fighting spirit.

"Heavenly Thunder Army, throw!"

After being suppressed for a long time, Zhong Liwei finally issued the order that the Qin generals had been longing for for a long time, and when the clay pots fell from the sky, in the panicked eyes of the Huns, Zhong Liwei's uneasy mood finally calmed down.

An explosion rang out.

This unique sound, which had never been heard before, surprised the Hun generals, not only the soldiers were frightened, but even the war horses under their crotches were uncomfortable with the sudden change.

"What's that sound?"

"Is it the punishment of the heavenly gods?"

The Huns were nervous, they were struggling between obeying Dadan's orders and beliefs, and when they finally recovered their spirits, the Huns had been blown up by the thunder in the trenches.

The clash between cold and hot weapons.

There is only one result.

That is a complete defeat, not to mention, the Qin army is prepared this time, and in terms of Jishu advantage, it is much better than the Huns. (To be continued......)