Above the field, a huge bonfire was lit, and the air was filled with the choking smell of smoke, mixed with a disgusting stench.

Around the roaring bonfire, it was a gruesome scene, hundreds of Hun wrestlers shirtless, chanting slogans in unison and throwing the mountains of corpses piled up behind them into the fire. Kneeling beside stood thousands of weeping Hun soldiers, and the corpses of their loved ones were burning in the fire.

When night fell, the Huns also stopped their offensive against Yangzhou, and the battlefield with the sound of killing during the day instantly quieted down, as quiet as a ghost. Only the soldiers who were not yet dead could be faintly heard pushing the corpses of the mountains and crying for help, and finally no one paid attention to the blood and died.

A group of Huns dressed in white walked towards the parapet, but the Qin army did not release arrows, but just silently watched them approach.

This is the corpse collector on the grassland, according to the rules of the grassland, after the two sides fought fiercely, each can send a corpse collector dressed in white to collect the corpse of the dead companion. The Qin army had been fighting with the Huns for decades and was accustomed to their customs, so they did not expel or shoot them according to custom.

The man in white rummaged through the ground for the corpses, and used a cart to carry the mutilated corpses back to the camp. If they encounter those who are not yet dead, they will lie down and check the injuries hastily, and those who are slightly injured and can be saved will be helped back to the camp for medical treatment, and those who are seriously injured or disabled will not hesitate to make up for the knife, so that they can suffer less crimes.

This is also a helpless move, the medical conditions on the grassland are poor, and the survival rate of serious injuries is extremely low, but it will consume a lot of limited medicines, even if it is cured and a disability will become a drag on the entire tribe.

The prairie people have nowhere to call home, but they are everywhere. If a soldier dies in battle, it is difficult to carry the corpse back to his hometown. Only a fire burned into green smoke, and the requiem of the hometown was used to bring it back to the hometown with the wind, which can be regarded as a return to the roots.

A white-haired old man of the Huns was hunched up, and the beard on the side of his mouth whined, like crying, like crying, like crying, and went back around the mountain, and did not disperse in the air for a long time. Accompanied by the whimpering and crying of thousands of Huns, along with the singing of the ballad of their hometown, it is really very sad, even if it is a hard-hearted man, he will be sympathetic.

The Qin soldiers in the city still had a lot of schadenfreude at first, but they were all silent later. Although most people couldn't understand what the Huns were singing at the foot of the mountain, they could also hear the sadness in it, or they were silent for the dead robes during the day, or they were sad for their fate of not knowing where to go, and they choked in a low voice.

Although they are enemies of life and death on the battlefield, human emotions are the same, they were originally either farmers working in the fields or herdsmen roaming freely on the grasslands, but because of the hatred and grievances between countries, they sacrificed their lives to fight together, and finally returned to their hometown together in the requiem.

In the battle during the day, the Huns suffered nearly 50,000 casualties, while the Qin army also paid a heavy price of 20,000. In the first battle, nearly half of the defensive force was lost, and the tragedy of the battle can be seen. The farming people were different from the nomadic tribes of the steppe, they believed in the soil for safety, so the fallen Qin soldiers were moved into the newly dug pit and buried, and the respective generals recorded the buried places for later search.

Unlike the grief of the Huns, the Qin people were mostly silent and buried the dead, and they did not have much time to grieve others. Because they may not be lucky enough for the dead, they at least have robes for them to bury and avoid the wilderness of violent corpses, and if they die in battle tomorrow, then who will bury them?

Although the bloody battle of the day caused heavy casualties to the Xiongnu, it successfully destroyed most of the protective wall. These makeshift walls were not very strong, and they were precarious under the onslaught of the Huns, which was also what worried Zhao Wuji.

If there were city walls to rely on, Zhao Wuji would be able to hold on for a long time with great confidence, but unfortunately all he was given these simple fortifications. He knew very well in his heart that this dilapidated parapet was no longer enough to rely on, and the Huns would only need to storm it again tomorrow and might be able to take it.

Originally, Han Xin asked him to hold on to Yangzhou for two days, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that with the ruins of the city wall, and relying on the benefits of the crossbow machine and the well-trained training of the Qin army, it would definitely be okay to hold it for two days. But he didn't expect Maudun's determination to be so great and the offensive to be so fierce.

He now doubts that he will be able to hold out until sunset tomorrow, and if the Huns will continue to attack at this intensity tomorrow, it is difficult to say whether he can do it.

Zhao Wuji stood on the lookout, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Hold on for two days! Tomorrow is the deadline, and he doesn't know if he will be able to hold it out until the end, but he tells himself that he must do it, otherwise everything will fall short.

Only a kilometer away from Zhao Wuji, Kun Mo also stood on a high ground with a gloomy face, looking at the sky-high bonfire from a distance, the sad requiem did not make him sad in his heart, but instead aroused his raging anger.

During the day, he lost 10,000 soldiers from the battle, and his heart was bleeding. You must know that in order to train these 40,000 elite Lou Fu troops, he has worked hard in the past few years, and has tried every means to get all the armor and equipment, and in addition to maintaining the unique archery and horse riding and archery on the grassland, he has also joined the training of the formation of the Central Plains people. Kun Mo can proudly say that the elite soldiers in his hands are the most elite troops in the entire grassland, and they are not even inferior to the Golden Horde Cavalry in the royal court.

But it was originally an elite division that was supposed to gallop on the battlefield, but it was used in the battle of fighting hard to the death. Under the stubborn defense of the Qin army, the elite soldiers of Lou Fu could not give full play to their good riding and archery and equestrian skills, so they could only fill with human lives like the Huns, leaving their corpses on the walls one after another.

Kun Mo did not dare to do this without following Mao Dun's will, because there were still 80,000 Hun cavalry behind him to supervise the battle, and if he dared to disobey the order, the sabers of the Huns behind him would definitely fall on them without hesitation.

Kun Mo clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was bleeding. This is the sorrow of the weak tribe, only by becoming the largest and strongest force on the grassland can they truly control their own destiny.

A middle-aged man behind Kunmo stepped forward and said in a deep voice; "Prince, we suffered heavy casualties in today's battle, and we lost 10,000 horses. If tomorrow Maudun drives us to attack the city, what will we do, will we still watch our people die in vain? ”

Unable to stop the fury surging in his heart, Kunmo roared like a wounded beast; "Do you think I'm willing? However, if we disobey Mao Dun's order, we will definitely be wiped out by the Huns before the Qin army. There is no room for any sand in Maudun's eyes, Iron Fell, you and I should know this. ”

Tie Fa couldn't help but say; "It's better for us to leave, it's a big deal to go back to the grassland. Anyway, didn't the Qin people say that there was a way to wipe out all the Huns, then we just let them eat dogs, and we didn't get involved. ”

Kun Mo had regained his previous composure at this time, thought about it and slowly shook his head: "No, if we run away now, it will definitely arouse Mao Dun's suspicions." You must know that we deceived the main force of the Huns to come here before, and we will definitely think that we have some collusion with the Qin people, and it is likely that we will not besiege here, so not only will it fall short, but once the main force of the Huns retreats to the grassland, it will be a disaster for our building trouble. ”

Tie Fa knew that Kun Mo was telling the truth, and although he was unwilling, he could only sigh helplessly. After thinking for a while, he said; "But I really can't figure out how the Qin people can defeat the Huns, can they still turn into a large army out of thin air?"

Kunmo groaned; "I can't figure it out, I can't guess Han Xin's thoughts."

Tie Fa couldn't help but say; "Could the Qin people deliberately deceive us? They want us to fight with the Huns, and they will pick a big bargain for nothing. ”

Kun Mo shook his head slowly, "It's not like I haven't thought about what you said, but it's unlikely. As long as Han Xin didn't go crazy, he wouldn't have thrown such an army here to sacrifice as bait in vain. Since he is willing to give up this partial division, he must want a greater reward, 50,000 people is not a small number, he is a shrewd person, and he will never make a loss-making transaction. ”

"So what do we do tomorrow?"

Kun Mo closed his eyes and looked up, and said in a painful voice; "What else can I do, according to Maudun's orders, we will do what he says he will do."

"Immortal Heaven, I, Kun Mo, swear to you here, that one day I will return the pain that the Huns inflicted on our identity ten times and a hundred times more."

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The morning sun was like blood, printing the entire sky as if it was red with blood, and the offensive of the Huns had already begun with the sunrise. Maudun's firm determination did not waver in the slightest, and he still pressed all the troops at his disposal, leaving no room for himself to retreat.

On the battlefield, arrows were like flying locusts, and the soldiers on both sides kept screaming and falling. Under the stubborn resistance of the Qin army, the progress of the Huns was not very smooth, and it was not until noon that they finally broke through the broken parapet wall.

After resisting the attack of the Huns for a day, a large section of this low parapet wall finally collapsed, and the Hun soldiers brandished their swords and rushed into the city with red eyes of excitement.

Zhao Wuji organized several death squads to desperately try to plug the gap, but he had no choice but to order the entire line to retreat, and the remnants of the Qin army immediately retreated into the city, relying on the streets and houses to start street battles.

The Qin army was clearly prepared, and the street intersections were full of sandbags and stones used to block the road, which were used to prevent the Hun cavalry from breaking through with speed. The Hun cavalry could not be deployed at all at the narrow intersection, so they had to dismount and march forward. The Qin army formed a phalanx to block the intersection and resist the attack of the Huns, and many crossbowmen climbed onto the roof, and cold arrows continued to shoot down, giving the Huns a headache.

Street fighting is different from attacking fortifications, the two sides are only separated by a road or even just a house, the distance of the charge is too short, the bow and crossbow can not find the effective range at all, and only by hand-to-hand combat can the enemy be suppressed as quickly as possible.

On the streets of Yangzhou, the Qin army and the Huns fought fiercely. The desperate Qin army burst out with unimaginable courage and strength, and they did not give an inch, and formed a battle to resist under the fierce attack of the superior forces of the Huns. Although the Huns were outnumbered, they had never had experience in street fighting, and they were struggling under the stubborn resistance of the Qin army.

Mao Dun was also helpless about this, he originally thought that the Qin army would collapse after breaking through the wall, but he didn't expect that the Qin army would still retreat into the city and stubbornly rely on the streets and alleys to resist. At this time, he also faintly sensed a hint of something wrong in his heart, that is, the number of the Qin army seemed to be much smaller than estimated, which made him a little worried in his heart, but at this time, he had no time to take care of it, so he had to continue to transfer troops and send generals, and wanted to take Yang Zhou down first in one go.

Although the Qin army resisted stubbornly, the absolute superiority of the Huns in the street battle became a crucial decisive factor. Braving the speed of arrows and the array of halberds like a forest, the Xiongnu army was like an unstoppable iron stream, slowly surging in the city of Yangzhou, destroying all the obstacles that could stop them in front of them and crushing all resistance.

The courage of the Qin army could not undo their numerical inferiority, and Zhao Wuji had no more usable soldiers in his hands, and he himself went into battle shirtless, resisting desperately with the remnants of the Qin army. The number of the Qin army is getting smaller and smaller, it has been sharply reduced to less than 5,000 people, and the position is getting smaller and smaller, and under the oppression of the Xiongnu army, only a piece of high ground less than ten miles west of the city remains, and there are dense Huns on all sides, and this Qin army has been unable to fly.

Mao Dun, who had already entered the city, finally showed a long-lost smile when he saw this, he had already seen that victory was close at hand, although the Huns suffered heavy casualties, but the annihilation of the entire Qin army was very beneficial to both the morale of his own side and the morale of the Qin army.

Lou Furen, who had previously performed heroically, used the pretext of being too many casualties and the exhaustion of the soldiers to ask Maudun to withdraw outside the city to rest. Mao Dun thought about it and nodded in agreement, anyway, he already had the chance to win, so he transferred other departments of the Huns outside the city to replace Lou Annoying.

Kun Mo ran all the way out of the city with a large army of Lou Fu with a lot of losses, unlike other Xiongnu tribes, he was not interested in the exploits of the Xiongnu, so it didn't matter whether to grab the merits or not to attack. If Maudun is willing to give him battle merits, he is very willing, and if he doesn't give anything, he doesn't care.

It's just that the loss of more than 6,000 horses today made him really unhappy, and what annoyed him even more was that he found out that he had fallen for Han Xin. The Qin army has no ambush at all, what tricks and tricks, this Qin army is almost finished.

Kun Mo couldn't help but curse Han Xin loudly in his heart, he guessed that Mao Dun must have been suspicious of himself because of the number of Qin troops, but now it is wartime, he is not good at making a noise, and when the war is over, Mao Dun will definitely come to clean up his own.

Kun Mo was in a bad mood, just as a group of Hun soldiers was rushing to the city, blocking the way out of the city, and hurriedly gave way when he saw the army of Lou Fu coming.

A short soldier couldn't dodge, almost knocked over by Kun Mo's horse, Kun Mo was already in a bad mood, in a rage to see that it was a Huns, where would he be polite, waved a whip to split his head and cover his face, the Hun soldier saw that it was another nobleman, and did not dare to dodge, so he had to protect his face with his hands and scream again and again.

A whip fell, and the irritability in Kun Mo's heart was slightly relieved, and he turned the horse's head and walked more than a hundred meters, but suddenly stopped and stared at the sky with wide eyes, half silent.

Seeing him like this, Tie Fa behind him couldn't help but ask with concern; "Prince, what's wrong with you?"

Kun Mo opened his mouth wide, pointed to the sky, and said stiffly; "Look at that."

Tie Fa raised his head and looked at the sky, and said in confusion; "Nothing unusual, it's just some locusts....."

Tie Fa was suddenly stunned, "No, how can there be so many locusts, is it a locust plague?" ”

Kun Mo grabbed his head violently, and roared with a hideous face and a terrifying face; "I know, I know, okay Han Xin, you want to kill us together."

"What?" Seeing him so crazy, Tie Fa was a little confused.

"There's no time to explain." Kunmo hurriedly shouted; "Pass on my military order, the army immediately rushed to the north with all its might, without any stop, if the Huns blocked, directly rushed to kill."

After saying that, he turned his horse's head and galloped northward, although Tie Fa didn't understand what he meant, he did not hesitate to carry out his military order. The army of Lou Fu quickly jumped in the direction and galloped towards the north. Seeing that Lou was annoying and wanted to escape, the Huns' warlords hurriedly mobilized a formation to block it, but they were broken through by a hurricane by Lou Fu's army, and they couldn't stop it at all.

Mao Dun in the city couldn't help but be furious after receiving the news that Lou Nu had fled, at this time the Qin army had been attacked by less than 3,000 people, Mao Dun weighed the pros and cons, and decided to completely solve the Qin army first and then turn the army to deal with the defected Lou Nuren.

"Boom", there was a slight sound in the distance in the sky, and Mao suddenly subconsciously looked behind him, thinking a little puzzled; "Why is it suddenly thundering on a sunny day for no reason, is it going to rain? That's not a good thing. ”

The worry in his heart had not yet been put down, but Mao Dun suddenly found that the thunder was continuous, and it kept ringing, without the slightest pause in the middle, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged into Mao Dun's heart.

At this time, the Hun soldiers in the rear also seemed to feel something strange, and they stopped and looked back. Gradually, the thunder got closer and closer, and even the earth trembled slightly. The horses under the crotches of the Huns seemed to sense something, and they were restless and neighing on their hooves.

The knights desperately soothed their mounts under their crotches, constantly stroking their manes and whispering comfort in their ears, but the horses remained restless.

Maudon craned his neck and looked south at the thunder, the uneasiness in his heart intensifying, and a wordless depression made him almost breathless.

At this moment, a vast white light appeared on the horizon in the distance, and it was advancing with a soaring mist, getting closer and faster, and the speed did not belong to the galloping war horse.

A heart-rending voice sounded in the Hun army: "Run, it's a flood!" ”

Zhao Wuji, who was dragging his tired body to look at in the distance, also noticed the change, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh wildly, and suddenly shouted loudly; "Drop everything and run for my life up the hill with me."