Early spring in February.

The climate in Hexi is warm and cold, the snow on the top of Qilian Mountain has not yet melted, and on the banks of Gushui River, a few withered yellow weeds bent down and hibernated on the lowlands of the river beach, waiting for the snow to moisten.

Hexi.

The Xiongnu Zhelan tribe army began to bury the pot early, the noisy sound came far in the quiet wilderness, the Hun man who came out of the tent got out of the door in a daze, and unbuttoned his pants without care, so that the guy who had been full all night was like a discharge, and let a few drops of turbidity spill on the grass.

"Hey, Zhe Lanlei, I heard that your brother who is like a little girl went to Loulan to propose, this kid looks like a girl, but his luck is very good." A strong man with a meaty face and a bearded sideburns walked past the peeing man and said with a mocking smile.

"Tiefu Danghu, what do you mean by this, do you want to duel with me?" Zhe Lanlei was furious, and shouted with his hand on the hilt of the knife. The eldest prince of the Zhelan tribe is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and it is the most bloody and rigid time in a man's life, as the natural heir of the Zhelan tribe, the most resentful thing about Zhelan Lei is that someone is talking about his uncompetitive second brother.

"Duel, haha, Bendanghu has been ordered by King Xian to immediately go out to meet the Qin barbarians, how about it, do you dare to fight side by side with my Tiefu tribe?" Tefler smirked and waved his hand at Zhelanlei.

"Why don't you dare, you wait, wait until I go to my father." Zhelanlei has a reckless temperament, and he is used to a domineering personality in the tribe, and Tiefler has always been at odds with him, so this agitation will naturally weaken the morale of Zhelanlei.

Buried the stove.

The Huns were in high spirits, and the right virtuous king Zhelan Songhua personally led a large army to kill the generals from Gaizang City, this time, Zhelan Songhua dispatched the most elite Tiefu tribe in the tribe, and the fierce general Tiefu Le was the vanguard, vowing to regain the lost face of the Huyan tribe.

"Shhhh Whoop! ”

A group of Hun barbarians screamed, raised their swords high, and shouted towards the Qin camp east of Gushui, they were wearing leather armor sewn from wolf skin and yellow sheepskin, holding bronze swords in their hands, and behind the side of the war horse, there were hard bows made of poplar wood and clusters of ringing dwarves.

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Qin Ying.

A group of soldiers were all furious, especially the Longxi cavalry under Luo Jia, for them, the Huns were not strange opponents. A year ago, Mao Dun led the troops to pursue the Xiaoyue clan to invade Longxi, enter Di Dao and engage the Qin army in Longxi, when it was only the initial stage of the Qin cavalry army without fear, in that battle to protect the home and defend the country, the performance is remarkable, now, the two countries are fighting again, how can the Qin soldiers be afraid.

"General, why hasn't Marquis Wu given the order to go to war, but the brothers are in a hurry." Luo Jia striker battalion. A Qiang lieutenant said angrily.

Last night, Luo Jia came back from the Chinese military tent, and the news he brought back made them feel unwilling, and the task of attacking behind the enemy was snatched away by Cao Xin's Yue's soldiers. This made the Qiang people, who had always been in competition with the Yueshi people, very dissatisfied.

A county in Longxi.

The Qin people, the Qiangdi people, and the Yueshi people now account for one-third each, and most of the Qin people are the people of Guanzhong who migrated from Guanzhong three years ago, and they have completely abandoned the old business of raising horses from their ancestors, and live in the river valley like the people of the Central Plains. They are mainly engaged in farming, fishing and other activities, while the Qiang and Di people still follow the old tradition, and grazing is the foundation of their survival. When the Yueshi people, who also made a career out of it, arrived, the competition between the two inevitably began.

"What are you clamoring for, if you are angry, I will not lose face in front of Wuhou, and I will be laughed at by Cao Xin's reckless man, so I will let the Huns call for a while, and when Wuhou gives the order, I will use enough strength." Luo Jia yelled viciously at a group of generals.

In the four years in Longxi, Luo Jia has completely integrated into the nomadic people of Qiang Di, and even his new woman is the daughter of the patriarch of the Qiang Jiangshui tribe.

"Wuhou has an order, and the cavalry army of 5,000 people will go out with the Chinese army to fight, fight, fight!" Luo Jia's voice fell, and a sergeant of the middle army who gave the order had already shouted and rode his horse to the front camp.

"Long live Wuhou!"

Hearing this order, General Qiang Di, who had been indignant for a long time, responded violently, and one by one he was in high spirits, and hurriedly went back to prepare for the battle, which made Luo Jia breathe a sigh of relief, and the feeling of being besieged by his subordinates was really uncomfortable, and what was even more desperate was that the Qiang man who questioned just now was still the brother of his own wife.

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The gate opens.

Two teams of black armor, holding a bright and dangling standard spear, the Qin army rode out, the flag rolled over, you can see the real, the general flag with the word "Luo" is particularly eye-catching.

After 5,000 cavalry, there is a thick Chinese army Daxu, this kind of wooden pole banner made of logs in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains, very strong, only with a copper sword to sharpen, can not move it at all, under the Daxu, the young general Gan Yong is dressed in a scaly armor, a spear in his hand, and a hat on his head combs the hairline neatly.

"Great Qin, Great Qin!" Gan Yong rode his horse out of the gate and shouted loudly.

"Old Qin, restore my rivers and mountains!"

"Blood will not be shed, and death will not be truce." In the ranks of the Qin army, the shouts that erupted shook the mountains, making the faces of the Huns shocked.

Compared with the disciplined system of the Qin army, the loose formation of the Huns was like a large net with thousands of holes, although it was wide enough, but if it met with a sharp sword, the result of breaking the net was obviously much greater.

The right Xianwang folded orchid pine noodles like the bottom of the pot, very unsightly, the momentum of the formation, the Huns fell behind, and now, we must think of another way to boost morale.

"Tefler!"

"The end will be."

"Your department went to war and provoked Qin Man's prestige." Zhelan Songhua drank the order.

"King Xian is wise, let's see how the warriors of my Tiefu Department kill the enemy." Tiefler squeezed his eyes at Zhelan Lei next to Zhelan Songhua and said.

"Father, the Qin people are powerful, and the Tiefu tribe is fighting alone, I am afraid that I will lose, and my son is willing to lead an army to attack with the Tiefu brothers." Zhe Lanlei was squeezed by Tiefler early in the morning, and at this time, seeing that the other party had grabbed the first credit again, he hurriedly stepped forward to ask for an order.

"Wu'er, this war has just begun, and there is a chance to tear it up!" Zhelan Songhua's eyes flashed, and she persuaded her. This eldest son was born to him and a woman from the same tribe, and although his mother lost his favor soon after due to color decay, the son was still a son after all, and this eldest son was undoubtedly more like himself than the weakness of the second son, Zhelan Huaien.

There are many kinds of love.

Zhelan Songhua, the expectation of the eldest son Zhelanlei is definitely much more than Zhelan Huaien, which is why he has always been strict with Zhelanlei.

"Father, at the moment of this great enemy, how can the warriors of the Zhelan tribe beside my son do nothing to make people laugh, and I beg my father to allow him to fight." Zhelanlei did not forgive.

Obviously, Zhelan Songhua's hard work, the reckless Zhelan Lei did not appreciate it, and he thought that Zhelan Songhua wanted to suppress himself and support his beloved son Zhelan Huaien to ascend to the throne.

Teffler is about to come out.

Rushing to the Qin array to show their bravery, the Luo armored cavalry had long been unable to bear it, the two armies approached rapidly, and the Qiang cavalry and the Huns, who were eager to make meritorious contributions, were entangled in one place, and they were inextricably killed for a while.

Half an hour.

Tie Fler was out of breath, Qin cavalry's formation combat tactics made the Huns who were accustomed to fighting alone very uncomfortable, in the past, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was the strength of the Huns, known as the people on horseback, they had more advantages than the later scholars Qin people, but now, this advantage has gradually been ignored.

Luo Jia clasped his halberd together.

The small teeth of the halberd kept spitting back and forth, cutting the soft leather armor of the Huns again and again, leaving a blood groove, Teffler was so angry that he screamed, although his legs were strong and powerful, but it also took considerable strength to clamp the horse's belly, which made it impossible to use all his strength in the heads-up with Luo Jia.

Li Yuan stood quietly under the big curtain and stared at the battle situation, beside him, Li Zuoche was dressed as a Confucian scribe, dressed a bit like a civilian official waving flags and shouting, of course, this is a misunderstanding of people who are not familiar with temperament, for the generals of the Qin army who know Li Zuoche's roots, this new Sima of Zhao Guolai must not be provoked.

The reason is simple.

Li Zuoche can always anticipate the enemy first, when you are still thinking about how to deal with him, he has already prepared a backhand, no one can afford to provoke such a character.

"Zuoche, come and see, this part of the Huns' attack doesn't seem to be the people of the Zhelan tribe, the banner is very strange, what do the words Tiefu mean?" Li Yuan asked.

Li Zuoche squinted his eyes, looked at the front line in the fierce battle, and said slowly: "Wuhou, Tiefu is a nomadic tribe at the northern foot of Helan Mountain, the ancestors of this tribe were originally a branch of the Ghost Fang tribe, and later migrated to the north. Now, they have become a part of the Xiongnu, so from this point of view, the Xiongnu are gradually forming a unified order, which is not good news for my Great Qin. ”

"So then, beat the drums and fight it, and defeat it, so as to deter the tribes." Li Yuan sneered and shouted.

Xiongnu Baiman, this loose tribal alliance system was born in primitive society, its internal structure and has entered the feudal society of Qin State has no way to compare, and the reason why the Xiongnu are strong now, the key is that there is a strong leader, Mao Dun is by virtue of his personal ruthlessness and outstanding military talent, won over the grassland departments, and in order to break this alliance, the Qin army must let a small tribe like Tiefu see the strength of the Qin army.

Drums beat.

The first hand-to-hand combat between the cavalry of the Qin State and the Hun cavalry at close range made the audience tremble, and such a vicious battle was not encountered for many years. In his eyes, a warrior of the Tiefu tribe was picked up in the air by Qin Qi's spear, thrown to the ground heavily, and then turned into a pile of meat under the trampling of the war horse. (To be continued......)