The Han army rushed to kill, and the war elephants went back and forth among the barbarians, and the corpses of the barbarians with blurred flesh and blood could be seen everywhere on the battlefield.

Leading the defeated barbarians, Mrs. Zhurong retreated for twenty or thirty miles all the way before throwing off the Han army.

The wolf was unbearable, and after reining in the war horse, she turned her head to look around, but did not see Meng Shu, and hurriedly shouted to the barbarians who followed behind her: "Can anyone see the king?" ”

The barbarians who were killed by the Han army broke their courage, and one by one they only cared about their own lives and fled, where did they still have the heart to pay attention to Meng Shu.

Mrs. Zhurong shouted, and the barbarians behind her looked at each other one by one, but none of them had seen Meng Shu.

"Count the number of people and find the king!" No one responded to her, and Mrs. Zhurong suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and gave an order to the barbarians.

Scattered all the way, many people don't know where to flee, the barbarians who followed Mrs. Zhurong were only more than 10,000, and as for the generals and barbarian chiefs, in this battle, they also suffered huge losses.

Seventy or eighty thousand barbarians were defeated by the Han army, which was far inferior to them.

Turning her head to look at the place where the battle had just taken place, Mrs. Zhurong clenched her fist, and after getting a specific number of rewards, she shouted to the barbarians behind her: "And withdraw with me, and come back to avenge the Han army after a few ****!" ”

Out of fear of the Han army's elephants, although Mrs. Zhu Rong did not find Meng Shu, she did not dare to turn back and fight with the Han people again, so she made the decision to withdraw her troops for the time being.

The Han army, which had captured Meng Shu, chased the barbarians for nearly twenty miles before stopping, and under the guidance of the generals, retreated in the direction of the camp.

The number of people is far less than the barbarians, with the combat power of the elephant soldiers, the barbarians were defeated in a battle, and the soldiers of the Han army finally had a new understanding of the role of war elephants.

In a neat procession, the soldiers of the Han army marched quickly in the direction of the camp with neat steps, leaving some soldiers along the way to pick up the barbarian corpses left on the road.

The elephant soldiers led by Dian Wei walked on the side of the team.

The Han soldiers riding on the back of the elephant had straight waists and smug faces.

They were selected that year and trained in Luoyang City, and one training was several years.

Over the years, the Han army has gone on countless expeditions, and they can only watch Tong Ze drive out of Luoyang City majestically, but their own family can only be trapped in a small elephant barracks.

Coming to Yizhou was their first expedition since they trained and raised war elephants.

They also made meritorious deeds during the conquest of Zhang Lu, but the battle at that time was not as fierce as it is today, at least at that time, the Han army was not much less than Zhang Lu's army in terms of numbers.

A battle with the barbarians made the Han army kill the elephants heartily.

During the battle, the spears in their hands kept stabbing at the barbarians, because the war elephants were tall, and the barbarians were mostly short, and they could not touch them with their axes, and the elephant soldiers had only one feeling at that time, feeling that they seemed to be hiding behind a thick wall of flesh, with the help of the cover of the wall of flesh, poking and killing the barbarians.

There were spear stabs, and swaths of barbarians were knocked down by war elephants and trampled into clumps of flesh and blood.

There are also many barbarians, who were rolled up by war elephants with long trunks, thrown high into the air, and fell to death on the battlefield.

In a battle, the number of barbarians killed by the elephant soldiers exceeded the sum of the other Han armies, and it is no wonder that they rode on the back of the elephant, all of them were leaning their necks and looking high-spirited.

The victorious Han army retreated towards the camp, and in the Han army camp, Zhuge Jun sat in the handsome tent, and in front of him stood Meng Shu, who was tightly bound by hemp rope.

Since entering the handsome tent, Meng Shu has been babbling about something, and Zhuge Jun, who can't understand the barbarian language at all, tilted his head and looked at him blankly, without giving him half a response.

Zhuge knew that if Meng Shu could speak Han Chinese, he should have communicated with him in the Han language a long time ago.

From the moment he was captured, Meng Huo had been speaking the language of the barbarians, and it was obvious that he did not understand the language of the Han people.

Talking to him is just a waste of time!

After talking for a long time, Meng Yu felt a little dry mouth, and said to Zhuge Jun with a bored face: "I'm thirsty!" ”

It's just a thirsty sentence, it should be a very simple language, but Zhuge doesn't understand what he's talking about at all.

Turning his head to look at the few pro-soldiers standing in the tent, Zhuge Jun said to one of the pro-soldiers: "Go find a local who knows how to speak brute!" ”

"No!" The soldier answered, strode to the tent, lifted the tent, and left the tent.

Seeing his soldiers leave, Zhuge Jun glanced at Meng Shu again, and then picked up a book on the table in front of him, as if he was looking through it very leisurely.

said that he was thirsty, but seeing that Zhuge Jun opened a book and looked like he didn't take his words seriously at all, Meng Shu was suddenly full of boredom, and his voice raised a little and shouted: "I'm thirsty!" ”

Hearing him shout, Zhuge Jun didn't even raise his head, his eyes still stayed on the book in his hand.

Seeing that Zhuge Jun still ignored him, Meng Shu swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva helplessly, so as to relieve his thirst.

At the moment when he swallowed his saliva, Zhuge Jun happened to glance up at him.

Although he didn't understand what Meng Shu said, from his movements and expressions, Zhuge Jun could tell that he must be thirsty.

beckoned to the soldiers on the side, Zhuge Jun said, "Pour him a bowl of water." ”

With a fist in response, the soldiers strode to the low table, lifted the kettle from the side, filled an empty bowl on the low table with water, and walked towards Meng Shu with one hand.

Standing in front of Meng Huo, the soldier raised the hand holding the bowl and raised his chin at him.

was already extremely thirsty, Meng Shu looked at the pro-soldiers, his lips moved twice, he wanted to drink the bowl of water, but he was not sure whether the pro-soldiers were teasing him, and there was a hesitation on his face.

Seeing that he hesitated and did not put his head up to drink water, the soldier became a little impatient, and handed the bowl to his lips again.

Feeling that the pro-soldier serving the bowl didn't seem to be teasing him, Meng Shu lowered his head and drank the water in a big gulp.

Perhaps because of his thirst, he drank a full bowl of water in three or two sips, and when he looked up at his own soldiers, his eyes flashed with a little gratitude.

Duanshui's pro-soldiers ignored him at all, turned around and walked in front of Zhuge Jun, put the empty bowl on the table, arched towards Zhuge Jun with his fists, and stepped aside to stand aside.

Looking down at the book, Zhuge Jun didn't even look at the pro-soldier, but just waved his hand at him.

Seeing that Zhuge Jun still ignored his meaning, Meng Shu, who was no longer dry-mouthed, shouted loudly again: "Capture this king, if you want to kill me, just cut off my head!" If you don't kill me, you will release me as soon as possible, and wait until the next day to prepare the soldiers and horses, and I will fight again! ”

He shouted, but Zhuge Jun didn't pay attention to him at all, just glanced up at him casually.

Feeling completely ignored by the Han people, Meng Shu was both annoyed and humiliated in his heart, his cheek muscles twitched violently a few times, and his gaze at Zhuge Jun was much more resentful than before.

Sitting in the tent, Zhuge Jun didn't say that he wanted someone to take Meng Yu down, let alone try to communicate with him, but just looked down at the book in his hand.

Staring at Zhuge Jun, standing in the tent for a long time, Meng Shu was on the verge of unbearable, and the voice of a Han soldier came from outside the tent.

He also couldn't understand what the Han people said, and when there was a voice outside the tent, he turned his head to look at the curtain, but he didn't know what the Han people wanted to do to him.

Meng Shu couldn't understand what the Han army said outside the tent, but Zhuge Jun really listened to it.

The soldier who had been ordered to find a barbarian language had already returned, and he had indeed brought back a frontier man from the nearest place.

Although the border people of Yizhou are often attacked and harassed by barbarians, they also have some contact with the barbarians.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the nearby villages were empty, it would not be very difficult to find a Han Chinese who could understand the barbarian language.

Due to the large-scale invasion of the barbarians, many villages could not find even half a figure, and the soldiers of the Han army who went out to look for the border people must have spent a lot of time to find such a person.

Hearing the soldier's report from outside the tent, Zhuge raised his voice and said, "Bring people in!" ”

When the soldiers of the Han army outside the tent heard his voice, they hurriedly lifted the curtain and said to an old civilian man standing behind him: "Old man, the general invites you to come in and talk!" ”

Knowing that the general invited him, the old man bowed down and thanked his soldiers with a humble face, and then entered the tent tremblingly.

On the way to the barracks, the old man's legs and feet were very agile, and he did not show any old age.

The reason why he trembled when he entered the tent was because he knew that the one who was about to summon him was the general of the Han army, and it seemed that he was still a high-ranking general.

After entering the handsome tent, the old man bowed down, trembling all over his body, and greeted Zhuge Jun: "Little ...... Little old man to the general...... Kowtow! ”

As he spoke, the old man bent his legs and wanted to kneel on the ground.

Seeing him like this, Zhuge Jun hurriedly got up, strode in front of him, held up the old man who was about to kneel down and said: "The old man doesn't need to be polite, the last general will invite the old man to come, but there is something that the old man needs to help!" ”

"The little general who brought the little old man here has already said it on the way!" Being held by Zhuge Jun's wrist, the old man said with a frightened and trembling face: "The general is looking for someone who knows how to speak brute!" ”

"Exactly!" Letting go of the wrist of the old man he was holding, Zhuge Jun turned his head to look at Meng Shu and said: "We will capture this person, he said a lot of things in the tent, but no one knows what he said, and I hope that the old man will help explain." ”

"Xiao Lao'er bought mountain goods from barbarians in his early years." After confirming that Zhuge Jun called him to translate Meng Shu's words, the old man hurriedly said: "As long as it is not too difficult to understand, I can understand it." ”