A group of people hurried to the Hun army, and when they were about to enter the border encirclement, they reached out and picked up a few clothes of the Hun soldiers, held their breath, and walked around with the posture of the Huns, looking for grain and grass camps.

"Who?"

When he was about to arrive at the grain and grass camp, he met the guards, Wu Anhou gave a look, and his subordinates suddenly took out their knives and cut their throats in one fell swoop.

The weather has been very sunny and rainy, and although the grain and grass are not dry, they are not very humid and flammable.

Wu Yangchu stood on the city gate, looking at the tent in the distance.

In the middle of the night, the light of the stars surrounded the beacon fire, reflecting the light of the blade.

Wu Yangchu gave an order to the subordinates next to him, "Reduce the combat power and delay time." ”

"Yes."

The subordinates next to him answered, drums beat everywhere, and flags waved.

The soldiers quickly changed their formations, focusing on defense, not attacking for the time being, and consuming the enemy's strength.

At the time of a stick of incense, the sky was full of fires, and thick smoke was rising, burning with wanton noise in the silent night.

The rhythm of the drum suddenly changed, and the soldiers changed from defense to offense, and the combat power was instantly crushed.

Wu Anhou and the others ran out of the grain and grass camp in ashes, as if they had burned their buttocks.

Several people have dealt with the Huns many times, and the Hun sound is not too similar, and they call out to the soldiers with a blank eye and a fake tiger, so that they can hurry up and put out the fire. And several people took advantage of the chaos to escape.

The messengers in the barracks hurried to the battlefield to report the matter of food and grass urgently.

King Zuoxian of the Huns gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Drag." ”

King Zuoxian of the Huns turned over and dismounted, and while fighting, he only stared at the city gate on the border.

Wu Yangchu suddenly clenched his fists, "Go down and see if there are any people who have mixed in!" ”

He understands these people, if the grain and grass are on fire, the Xiongnu Zuoxian King will definitely withdraw his troops in a hurry, and now dragging it will definitely be deceitful.

Before his subordinates could turn around and go down the city gate, fireworks suddenly lit up out of nowhere, lighting up the night sky all night.

King Zuoxian of the Huns was distracted, he was slashed on the arm, hurriedly turned over his horse, and suddenly raised his banner, "Retreat!" ”

Wu Yangchu's pupils shrank suddenly, "Close the city gate and go down to check the people coming in and out." ”

The soldiers urgently checked the situation on all sides.

"Report, grain and grass are safe."

"Report, the epidemic area is safe."

"Report, water is safe."

Wu Yangchu flipped through all the defense maps of his defense, and everything was there.

"Report, Miss Luo's tent is on fire, and there are burnt corpses inside."

As soon as Wu Anhou came back, before entering the camp tent, he heard such a report, and suddenly pinched the soldier's collar, "What did you say?" ”

Chu Xuan panicked, his eyes that originally seemed to be holding stars were empty for a long time before he opened his mouth, his voice trembled, and every word seemed to be torn out of his throat: "You say it again." ”

The murderous aura on the two of them was too strong, as if they were stepping on thousands of floating corpses.

Wu'an Hou has been on the battlefield for a long time, so naturally there is no need to talk about it, but Chu Xuan, a pampered prince, has such an momentum, which is really suspicious.

Wu Yangchu looked at Chu Xuan and was a little puzzled, but it was not something that should be judged in this case.

The corpses were carried out, all charred and unrecognizable, with only a few vague pieces of flesh and blood.

Chu Xuan stretched out his hand and touched the corpse, and the bones had already been burned.

Chu Xuan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of scarlet, "Go and call him to come." ”。

The ancient bed fell into the gauze tent, the tassels were swept up by the wind, and the people on the bed woke up leisurely.