Early the next morning, Zhou Sen and his group encountered hard bones.

It was a large tribe of more than two thousand people.

When Zhou Sen and the others charged towards the tribe, the tribe was preparing to migrate, and the tribe members were gathering from all directions.

Zhou Sen: They fell into a bitter battle.

A steady stream of herdsmen gathered from all directions, the arrows in the sky shot like locusts, a huge number of cattle scattered Zhou Sen's group, and there were cows, horses and herdsmen who lost control everywhere, the scene was extremely chaotic, almost all the herdsmen took up arms, whether it was children or old people, they were desperate and fearless of death, and the bravery and blood of the Huns were vividly shown in them.

The soldiers were caught in the trap of fighting on their own

The advantage of the lightning rush at the beginning was lost, and the soldiers who had fallen into a bitter battle fell one by one.

There is no doubt that these 100 soldiers are the elite of Wuchao City, but the elite is also people, and they can't stand the number of people. Among these elites, some of them are only the most junior powerhouses, and there are not many masters like Cai Ping Xiaoyi, people like them have not yet reached the cultivation level of invulnerability, and they can't withstand the sharp arrows like flying locusts.

"Poof......

With a muffled sound, the rich brother beside Zhou Sen fell from his horse with an arrow.

"Rich brother!"

Zhou Sen and the mad Taoist exclaimed in unison, jumped down at the same time, and rushed to the side of the rich brother.

When he was in Huangpu, Zhou Sen, Brother Fu and Crazy Daoist walked relatively close, and during the scuffle, Crazy Daoist and Brother Fu also followed Zhou Sen all the time.

Zhou Sen...... Fast...... Run away...... "A sharp arrow pierced the rich brother's chest, and the dying rich brother looked at Zhou Sen, and before he finished his sentence, he was already exhausted.

"Rich brother, rich brother ......"

The mad Taoist priest hugged the corpse of the rich brother, shook wildly, and shouted hysterically.

Looking at the rich brother's gradually dimming look, Zhou Sen slowly stood up and strode onto a rock, as if he was wrapped in a layer of cyan flames, his hair was flying, and his face was hideous, like the demon god who had awakened from hell.

"God, since you want me to be a bandit, then I'll do it!

Zhou Sen let out a roar, and the roaring sound was earth-shattering, like a thunderbolt in the clouds, which shook people's eardrums.

"Daoist, help me get the arrow!"

Zhou Sen shouted violently and summoned several bundles of arrow feathers from the Qiankun Ring.

"Yes!" The mad Taoist priest put down the body of the rich brother and crawled to Zhou Sen's side.

Whoosh whoosh ......

……

Countless arrow feathers shot towards Zhou Sen like flying locusts.

Bend your bow and arrow!

Sharp arrows shot out like a curtain of water that never stopped.

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

……

In a series of bursting sounds, those arrow feathers shot at Zhou Sen were shot by Zhou Sen's arrow feathers, volleyed in the air, turned into powder, and the air was full of debris from the arrow shaft, as if the thousands of mosquitoes were dancing wildly.

Whoosh......

Zhou Sen's hand did not stop, a steady stream of sharp arrows shot out of his hand, and the mad Taoist priest kept bending down to hand arrows for Zhou Sen, each time he handed three arrows.

Zhou Sen's shooting speed was too fast, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans had already appeared on the mad Taoist's forehead.

At this time, Zhou Sen had become a killing machine, as if he never knew tiredness, his face was blue and wooden, without the slightest expression.

The arrows that shoot in the air are like scythes that harvest life.

Rows and rows of herdsmen fell, and the elderly, women, and children, as long as they had weapons in their hands, were all targeted by Zhou Sen.

Soon, the herdsmen around Zhou Sen were shot and killed.

Cai Ping and Xiao Yi realized that Zhou Sen's surroundings were quiet, and immediately took the opportunity to summon the soldiers to gather around Zhou Sen.

The war is not over.

The herdsmen in the distance still continued to kill, shouting and killing echoed in the grassland, and the sharp arrows shot were like flying locusts in the sky.

At this time, in Cai Ping's eyes, the grassland seemed to have become extremely quiet.

In fact, the herdsmen's arrows could no longer do them any harm, because they were so far away, of course, they tried to get close to the target, and they kept charging, and wave after wave of herdsmen followed......

……

With Zhou Sen as the core, hundreds of zhang away, there seems to be an invisible line of life and death, as long as those herdsmen enter the invisible line of defense, Zhou Sen's elusive arrow will immediately appear, shooting the herdsmen on their backs.

The soldiers held their breath as they watched as the herdsmen were cut like wheat.

Cai Ping and Xiao Yi glanced at each other, and a chill ran down their spines.

In their eyes, Zhou Sen has become a cold-blooded killing machine, his archery action is mechanical and precise, every shot, several herdsmen will fall on the grassland, hundreds of herdsmen, just Zhou Sen alone is held out of the hundreds.

The invisible circular defense line kept devouring the lives of the herdsmen.

On Zhou Sen's bowstring, a shocking murderous aura kept bursting out, and that murderous aura flew out with sharp arrows, harvesting the lives of the herdsmen.

Over the grassland, there is an invisible evil spirit that repeatedly sweeps the grassland, constantly devouring those dead spirits.

For Shi Danling, these dead spirits are a great supplement, because they are all at the peak of their fighting spirit.

One by one, lives disappeared under Zhou Sen's sharp arrows.

One by one, the spirits of death were devoured by the Shakdan.

The soldiers around Zhou Sen formed a circular defensive circle, and they all knelt on the ground to avoid hindering Zhou Sen's shooting.

Seeing the herdsmen's futile charge, the soldiers felt chills down their backs. Zhou Sen's arrows have an extremely strong penetrating power, and after those sharp arrows hit the herdsmen, they often penetrate the chest, bringing a bloody rain, and the internal organs that are crushed by the spiral are shot in the air.

The most frightening thing is that after those sharp arrows penetrate a person's body, the residual strength is still extremely strong, and often will shoot the herdsmen behind, the most terrifying thing is that there is a sharp arrow, actually shot three herdsmen, when the last herdsman was nailed to death on the grassland, the bloody arrow feather tail vibrated by itself.

Now, they finally believe that it was Zhou Sen who shot King Zuo Xian.

If shooting an eagle doesn't prove anything, then the current slaughter is a naked display of Zhou Sen's terrifying archery skills.

Zhou Sen alone is better than thousands of troops!

Zhou Sen transformed again.

has changed from a compassionate rookie to a real iron-blooded soldier.

In fact, Zhou Sen had long understood Cai Ping's truth, but he still couldn't really let go, and when he saw the death of the rich brother, Zhou Sen woke up shocked.

It's war!

There is no mercy in war, and war is only your life and death.

It's not just the people who have changed, but also Zhou Sen's combat value. In the past, Zhou Sen's combat value came from the "battle" in the majestic realm, and later, "force" made "battle" to the next level, after "battle" and "force", there was also the fierce qi in the demon beast energy stone, however, whether it was "battle" or "force", or the fierce energy in the demon beast energy stone, it was all external battle will, and it had not yet been forwarded by Zhou Sen as his own battle will.

Zhou Sen has a kind heart.

Kindness has always suppressed Zhou Sen's inner fighting spirit, so that he can't let go of his hands and feet.

And today, Brother Fu's death made him see through the true meaning of war.

Only by destroying the opponent can there be a real victory and an end to the battle.

Indecisiveness and indecisiveness will not only kill yourself, but also others.

Only by killing decisively can victory be achieved.

Although Brother Fu and Zhou Sen do not have a deep relationship, the two have been together for some years, and they are also one of Zhou Sen's few friends in recent times, and he can't forgive him for letting a friend die because of his own negligence.

Put away your kind heart.

Embark on a journey and go on a killing spree!

Zhou Sen's deep eyes stared at all moving targets in the distance, as long as there were weapons or attack attempts, they were all his targets, whether they were old or young, women or children.

The number of herders is decreasing.

Finally, the herdsmen woke up from the layers of corpses, they would never be able to cross the invisible line of defense, and their bravery only gave one more corpse to the grassland.

The ferocious assault stopped, and the frightened herders began to flee in all directions.

Zhou Sen didn't attack, although his arrow skills were powerful, but he was just a person, he couldn't be separated, and there was no point in chasing and killing.

"Zhou Sen, what about the captives?"

The soldiers looked at Zhou Sen, and their eyes were full of awe. Now, everyone is looking at Zhou Senma.

"We don't need prisoners. Anyone who participates in the battle will be summarily executed! Zhou Sen's face was cold.

"That'...... Those...... And what about those who did not take part in the battle? The mad Taoist priest saw Cai Ping winking at him, and hurriedly asked.

"Gather them together."

"Yes."

Immediately, the soldiers acted together, and the wounded captives were executed on the spot, without any mercy, and their heads were cut off with a single sword.

Some of the old, weak, sick and disabled and children who did not participate in the battle were gathered together, and there were more than 200 people, who were unable to shoot bows and arrows.

The herdsmen gathered together, shivering, hugging each other, and looking at Zhou Sen in horror.

They all saw Zhou Sen's bravery.

In the eyes of these herdsmen, Zhou Sen is the devil, the embodiment of the devil of hell.

"I'm Zhou Sen! Shoot King Zuo Xian and kill Zhou Sen of Yuwen History! Zhou Sen looked down at the herdsman sitting on the ground.

"Ah......h

"Zhou Sen......"

"He is Zhou Sen!"

……

There was a panic among the herdsmen, and some of the children, who were sobbing, were too frightened to speak.

As early as a few months ago, Zhou Sen had already gained notoriety in the grassland.

"I need you to help me do one thing, you tell your people, tell them that I, Zhou Sen, will go on a killing spree on the grassland, and all the herdsmen who are armed with weapons and try to attack our soldiers of the Han Empire will be killed! All herdsmen who are only trying to provide supplies will be killed! All herdsmen who provide information alone will be killed! ”

Zhou Sen paused, and glanced at the herdsman with a cold gaze. Zhou Sen's old trick was repeated, he began to slaughter the herdsmen like ironclad cockroaches, and then planted the seeds of fear in the herdsmen's hearts, and when the seeds spread in the grassland, he would make the enemy fearful as soon as he appeared.

"I know that you also have fathers, mothers, and sons, and I sympathize with your plight, but you must know that your fathers, your sons, or your husbands, are burning and looting in the land of our Han Empire, and you are enjoying their spoils. It was your Shan Yu who first started the war, and your son and husband became Shan Yu's accomplices, and as for you, they became victims...... Once, I also had compassion, and I was compassionate, but I watched my comrades fall at my feet and be shot through the chest by your people, and I would not allow such a thing to happen again, so I want to warn you, warn you not to take up arms easily, because it is easy for you to pick up arms, and if you put them down, you will pay with your lives......"

There was a long silence.

Among the herdsmen, some wept softly.

"Okay, today, I will let you live, tell your people, your relatives and friends what I said, and let them know that I, Zhou Sen, will not let go of anyone who takes up arms to resist, even if he is a child! Well, of course, you also have to tell them that I, Zhou Sen, will never hurt any herdsman without weapons, because I like you Huns, like your hospitality, like your enthusiasm, like your boldness, like your simplicity, and besides, you Huns, and the woman I like, she is the master of Yijian, Fan'er! ”

There was a commotion among the herdsmen.

"Alright, let's go, take your cattle and sheep, take your pack horses, take your children, but leave your weapons, leather armor and military supplies!"

……

Under the watchful eye of a group of soldiers, hundreds of old, sick and disabled herders began to gather weapons and put them together, and then set them on fire. Among the arrows, there were thirty-two corpses, which were the elite students of Whampoa, and they would remain in the prairie forever.

When Zhou Sen left, the raging fire was still burning.

The herders were clutching the bodies of their loved ones and weeping.

Sunset.

Night falls.

Sixty-eight men rushed under the cover of night, invincible.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Sixty-eight people have already killed the red eye, no matter how big the tribe is, they directly rushed in, there is no reason, there is no mercy, destruction, has become the only purpose.

As long as there is resistance, they will become the target of their killing.

Any camp with a large number of bows, arrows, swords, and swords will be burned.

Thousands of herdsmen fell under their iron hooves, and the grasslands were terrified.

This elite unit has become the demons of the grassland, they are haunted like ghosts on the grassland, they have no fixed direction, no definite goal, they run day and night, without any rules.

Countless tribes formed a cavalry to chase and intercept on the grassland, but in the vast grassland, if you want to find sixty-eight masters who come and go like electricity, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Soon, the herdsmen on the grassland were killed by Zhou Sen.

Zhou Sen's notoriety spread like a plague across the grasslands and deserts.

Thirty-seven days!

This is the thirty-seventh day that Zhou Sen and them have come out of Huangpu.

In the past 37 days, Zhou Sen and his team destroyed 88 camps, burned countless bows, crossbows, arrows and strategic materials, and killed more than 3,000 herdsmen, among them, there were countless masters left behind.

In the past thirty-seven days, Zhou Sen has never stayed in one place for more than two hours, they come and go like the wind, as long as there is the slightest wind and grass, they will immediately flee, if they find the target, they will pounce on it like hungry wolves and bite wildly.

Of course, the reality is not as dire as the outside world thinks.

At the beginning, every time Zhou Sen and they conquered a tribe, they would encounter fierce and high-intensity resistance, but with the spread of Zhou Sen's notoriety and the spread of the news that if they don't resist with weapons, they won't kill, the resistance encountered by this elite team is getting smaller and smaller.

Zhou Sen's high-pressure policy has been effective in the grassland.

The grassland herdsmen were frightened by Zhou Sen.

In addition to not taking up arms to fight, some herders will also cooperate with Zhou Sen to destroy some strategic materials such as bows and arrows.

Zhou Sen didn't know what effect what he had done in Wuchao City, but in fact, Wuchao City was now in a tragic siege battle, with hundreds of thousands of troops attacking around Wuchao City day and night, and the intensity was horrific.

In Wuchao City, several large barracks finally eased up and began to send a large number of cavalry to surround and intercept the vast land.

The Hun cavalry deep into the hinterland of Wuchao City were extremely tenacious, they came and went in the dense forest like the wind, elusive, although they were brutally suppressed, but they still had extremely strong combat effectiveness, holding back at least two-thirds of the strength of the three major barracks.

Of course, containment is not of great significance to Wuchao City, because Wuchao City is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, even tens of thousands of people can easily hold the fortress. The problem is that the Huns' rangers attacked at the beginning and burned all the strategic materials of the Jiudaogui barracks, which was located on the waterway and was the barracks with the richest reserves of military supplies, which dealt an extremely serious blow to Wuchao City.

Now, Wuchao City is almost out of ammunition.

Although the three major barracks have regained their vitality, however, the material delivery channel that is not far away has become a moat, countless Hun rangers are active in the wilderness, they specially harass those convoys that escort the use of materials, they will become soldiers with strict military discipline, charging into battle, extremely fierce, and more often, they are like a rabble, after a harassment and then disperse......

The long-lasting rangers not only caused great distress to the city of Wuchao, but also brought nightmares to the local residents, because those rangers did not have much supplies at all, and they relied entirely on robbery, and in the looting, it inevitably caused large-scale civilian casualties.

At this time, the arrangement of General Lu of the Huangpu training camp began to have an effect, and hundreds of elite students led by Wu Mazi began to fight-for-tat, and began to chase and hunt the Hun rangers in the hinterland of the vast Wuchao City.

I have to say that the appearance of Wu Mazi and others greatly relieved the pressure on the three major barracks and Wuchao City, and also caused panic to the Hun Rangers, after all, Wu Mazi and they are the elite of Wuchao City, and the worst is also the winner of the one-star combat value badge.

However, the elite rangers of the four hundred Han Empire could not contain nearly 20,000 rangers, although Wu Mazi and they fought bravely, but, because of the complex terrain in the hinterland of Wuchao City, lush forests, and trails extending in all directions, their hunting only made the Hun rangers dare not be so unscrupulous and blatant, but they could not reverse the general trend, let alone protect the scattered residents of the empire.

The people complained.

And the imperial capital was even more furious, and issued orders one after another, strictly ordering the golden gourd god to exterminate the Hun rangers as soon as possible and restore social order at the border.

Above the court, countless pieces of impeachment of the Golden Melon Heavenly God, if it weren't for the long-retired Wuyuan army to come out and speak, the Golden Melon Heavenly God would have been escorted to the capital long ago. However, Rao is general Wuyuan came out to speak, and the power of the Golden Melon Heavenly God was still weakened a lot, and the superintendent made Gonggong Li begin to blatantly meddle in the affairs of Wuchao City, and some wall-riding factions also sensed that the Golden Melon Heavenly God was about to lose power, and began to lean towards Gonggong Li's side.

The god of the golden gourd stood on the city wall worriedly, and from a distance, he could see the camp of the Huns that seemed to stretch to the sky.

The daily consumption of Wuchao City is extremely staggering.

It can be imagined that the daily consumption of arrow feathers in Wuchao City is as high as 100,000, countless damaged longbows and armor, and countless defensive equipment that need to be repaired, and these losses need to be replenished by the three major barracks.

It's not just the wear and tear of weapons that needs to be replenished.

The medicine for the wounded, as well as the food of tens of thousands of people, and the daily consumption of tens of thousands of people is also huge, all of which need to be sent from the three major barracks, especially the Jiudaogui barracks, and it is precisely because the Jiudaogui barracks were the first to suffer heavy losses, and they were burned to the ground and almost razed to the ground.

The current Wuchao City, nominally a fortress, is guarded by three major barracks, but in fact, it is the enemy on its back, not only the materials cannot be delivered in time, but there are also problems in the transmission of military orders.

In fact, when the Huns' sneak attack began on the first day, the golden gourd god lost control of the three barracks, and the power of the golden gourd god was also seriously hollow.

The three barracks fought separately, and the generals, under the instruction of Gonggong Li, were all waiting and watching to preserve their strength and avoid excessive losses and being held accountable by the imperial capital.

On the twentieth day, the god of the gourd had already understood that he had fallen into a great trap, and that the target of this trap was him.

In twenty days, the three barracks should have been relieved, but the barracks that had been relieved did not provide timely support for Wuchao City, but only symbolically escorted some military supplies, and these military supplies were far from enough to replenish the amount of losses.

The armor inside the warehouse has been depleted.

There are fewer and fewer arrow feathers.

In order to ensure that the opponent had a bow and crossbow feathers available when attacking, the golden gourd god had to order the use of economy, and this economy made the Huns more and more arrogant, often sending archers to provocate under the city wall, and unscrupulously shoot the defenders with longbows.

The number of wounded is also increasing.

Running out of medicines......

……

The anxious Golden Melon Heavenly God was waiting for the moment when Wuchao City fell.

However, what made the god of gourd strange was that on the twenty-eighth day when he was struggling, the attack of the Huns suddenly became weaker, and the frequency of longbow shooting became lower and lower.

For the consumption of arrow feathers, the Han Empire can be said to have been prepared for a long time.

The Han Empire had a complete bow and arrow manufacturing industry to meet the huge consumption of rapid fire.

In the Gods and Demons Continent, other countries that lack political unity cannot complete such a heavy guarantee task. Against a cavalry charge, it was possible to hit three or four volleys, followed by free fire. Take the battles recorded in the Han Empire as an example, if an archer has the opportunity to fire 5 arrows during each charge of the enemy, then 7,000~10,000 people is 3.5~50,000 arrows.

In a battle, dozens of charges are commonplace, and throughout the war, the shooting of bows and arrows has not stopped, and the arrows used are as high as 50~800,000!

No one has ever counted the exact number. Later, someone described another battlefield as a ground full of feathers, like a heavy snow cover.

Could it be that the supplies of the Xiongnu have also dried up?

Immediately, the golden gourd god dispelled this thought.

The Huns can be said to be planning for today's war, and it stands to reason that they will never fight an unprepared battle, since they dare to blatantly set up camp not far from Wuchao City, it means that they have a very well-informed intelligence system, and they know the difficulties faced by Wuchao City.

It can be seen from the frequency of siege some time ago that the Huns take turns shooting arrows every day, which is a very planned consumption of the materials of Wuchao City, they are waiting, waiting for the moment when the Wuchao City army is disheartened, and then capture Wuchao City in one fell swoop, when the time comes, the southern gate of the Han Empire will be completely exposed to the iron hooves of the Huns......

……

It has to be said that the golden gourd god is an extremely good general, rich in the adventurous spirit and courage of a soldier, although he can not determine the predicament faced by the Xiongnu army, but it does not mean that he will let go of this opportunity.

The god of the golden gourd began to send small groups of heavy armored cavalry to harass the slave army, spying on the reality of the Hun army, and concentrating all the strong men on the city wall to use longbows to help those heavy armored cavalry.

The impact of the heavily armored cavalry was terrifying, and the Hun army would not allow any heavy cavalry to plunder their camp, which would be a disaster.

The overwhelming arrow feathers are like a forest of ten thousand casters.

If they tried to charge repeatedly, soon, the Huns' arrow rain was not so dense.

Could it be that their arrows are really almost exhausted?

The scene in front of him fell in the eyes of the golden gourd god on the city wall, and the golden gourd god suddenly lifted his spirits.

Although Wuchao City has almost reached the point of exhaustion, Wuchao City still has natural dangers to rely on, and the Xiongnu army is huge and comes from afar, if there is a problem with the supply, it will be a catastrophe.

The Golden Melon Heavenly God did not hesitate any longer, and immediately made a decision, and kept sending the most elite cavalry of Wuchao City to provoke non-stop.

At this time, the golden gourd god could not cherish those few arrow feathers, and ordered all the longbowmen to do everything possible to help the heavy armored cavalry that harassed the Hun army.

The method is very simple, a large number of tightly wrapped heavy cavalry keep harassing around the Hun camp, once the Hun army encircled and suppressed, immediately return to Wuchao City, and those strong longbowmen will use dense arrow rain to block those pursuing Hun cavalry.

Compared with the heavy armored cavalry of the Han Dynasty, which was armed to the teeth, the Hun cavalry was really a little shabby, in order to pursue speed, they were all lightly armed, at most wearing some light leather armor, and some people, even ordinary clothes, could not resist the sharp arrows of the Han Empire.

On the other hand, the heavy armored cavalry of the Han Empire, they are not only wrapped in a thick layer of armor, but also covered with thick armor on top of the war horses, and sharp arrows cannot penetrate at all.

The only flaw of the heavy cavalry is their lack of mobility and their inability to travel long distances, but this does not affect the heavy cavalry of Wuchao, because they are fighting on their doorstep, and they have the support of strong archers, who can return at any time.

Moreover, except for a very small number of Xiongnu masters, the general Hun cavalry did not dare to approach the heavy cavalry at all, because the heavy cavalry of the Han Empire were all one in a thousand wrestlers, they were not only invulnerable, but also infinitely powerful, and the weapons they held were all heavy weapons, as long as they touched, they were seriously injured if they did not die. It is said that some wrestlers are born with divine power, and even ordinary strong people cannot match them.

In some classic battles of the Han Empire, three heavily armored cavalry once stormed the barracks and killed hundreds of infantry.

In the Han Empire, heavy armored cavalry has always been a killer weapon, and it costs a lot to train a heavy armored cavalry, and its equipment alone exceeds millions of imperial coins, whether it is a war horse or armor, it is carefully selected.

In Wuchao City, there are less than 1,000 heavy armored cavalry, and the Golden Gourd Heavenly God has never used heavy armored cavalry, because this cavalry is the last hope of Wuchao City.

Now, the golden gourd god does not hesitate to use heavy cavalry to fight against the water.

It is extremely risky to use heavy armored cavalry, because, no matter how powerful the heavy armored cavalry is, they are only cavalry, not the immortal god of war, they will also die, not to mention, they are facing hundreds of thousands of troops.

In less than a day, 200 heavy armored cavalry and 1,000 heavy armored cavalry died, a fifth of which was lost.

If two hundred ordinary soldiers died, it would naturally be insignificant, but in just one day, two hundred heavily armored cavalry would die, and if it spread to the interior of the Han Empire, I was afraid that the whole empire would be shocked.

The Han heavy cavalry, among the people of the Han Empire, is an undefeated myth, and in peacetime, the death of even a heavy cavalry will become the news of the Han Empire.

The Golden Melon Heavenly God does not stop attacking, even if it is desperate, even if it is the fall of Wuchao City, he has to seize this opportunity, this is his only hope at present.

Now, what the Golden Melon Heavenly God is most worried about is that when the other party wants to capture the old man, he will use this method to consume the strength of Wuchao City.

The golden gourd god has no choice.

Now, Wuchao City has reached the time of a battle, if the Xiongnu army does not encounter problems, then the fall of Wuchao City is only a matter of time.

The golden gourd god guessed that the Xiongnu army was in trouble, but he never dreamed that the Xiongnu army would encounter the same problem as him.

Zhou Sen's elite squad caused great damage to Shan Yu's logistics, and many tribes that transported grain, grass and weapons for Shan Yu's army were attacked and burned by Zhou Sen.

At the beginning, Zhou Sen's lightning attack did not attract Shan Yu's attention, because, at that time, Shan Yu was strong and strong, with abundant grain and grass, but when it was more than 20 days, Shan Yu was shocked to find that the bows and arrows they consumed could not be compensated, and the food was also exhausted, and there was actually a point of slaughtering war horses to satisfy hunger.

What about the loyal tribes?

At this time, Shan Yu discovered that the rangers of the Han Empire, who had not been valued by him, actually burned and looted on a large scale in the hinterland of the grassland, and in just about 20 days, they actually destroyed the camps of more than 100 tribes, and most of them were tribes that provided logistics supplies for Shan Yu.

Compared with the vast and abundant Han Empire, the barren Xiongnu did not produce bow wood, because the industry was backward, and even metal arrowheads could not be produced on a large scale, and some weapons were accumulated little by little over the years.

For this invasion of the Han Empire, as early as twenty years ago, Shan Yu was planning to order some tribes to reserve strategic materials on a large scale in case of emergency, but twenty years of preparation were burned by Zhou Sen......

……

Alone in the thunder and fury.

Immediately, several iron horsemen entered the grassland and encircled and suppressed Zhou Sen.

At the same time, Shan Yu sent a large number of troops to collect grain, livestock and weapons in the grassland, and this so-called "collection" was actually no different from robbery, and the herdsmen who had been killed by Zhou Sen's group were looted by Shan Yu's army, which made matters worse.

Many herdsmen began to lose their respect and admiration for Shan Yu and cursed secretly.

The hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu troops also began to panic, because they were all herdsmen drawn from major tribes, they also had their own tribes, and they also had wives and children.

Rumors spread in the army.

Some herders began to try to sneak home.

The soldiers of the Xiongnu are not the same as the strict military discipline of the Han Empire, because the soldiers of the Xiongnu are herdsmen in peacetime, and they are soldiers after putting on their armor, and they are herdsmen when they take off their armor.

Shan Yu also found that the military's heart was shaken.

On the thirty-ninth day, the supply did not improve, and the cavalry sent out seemed to sink into the sea, and there was no news, but the news of the Han rangers killing people and setting fires on the steppe came every day.

The Xiongnu army was not only almost consumed with arrows, but even the food was exhausted.

The amount of food that hundreds of thousands of troops need to eat every day is staggering.

At the beginning, when Shan Yu led a large army to the city, each soldier carried enough food to eat for seven days, and the food carried by the troops was less than ten days.

Shan Yu made a difficult decision.

Attack the city of the Black Nest!

At this time, Shan Yu is already riding a tiger, and the only thing he can break the game is to capture Wuchao City, and all problems will be solved.

There is no doubt that the Huns without bows and arrows are equivalent to tigers without teeth.

However, there is no choice.

"Kill!" Sitting on top of the giant horse, there was a hint of determination on his majestic face. He has been preparing for today for 20 years, and he must not give up.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

The horn of the charge sounded, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the Hun iron cavalry poured into the Grand Canyon of Wuchao City like a tide, and charged towards Wuchao City without fear of death.

In the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, the Hun cavalry rushed to the bottom of the city wall, and the horned bows in their hands kept shooting overwhelming arrow feathers.

Shan Yu equipped all the arrows on the cavalry of the first round of strong attacks.

In the sky, the arrow feathers were like flying locusts that covered the sky, and it darkened in an instant.

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

Disheveled!

……

On top of the high walls of Wuchao City is a huge backing, and dense feathers are covered like snow.

Although Wuchao City has done enough defense, but, in the face of the overwhelming and pervasive sharp arrows, it still caused huge casualties, one by one soldiers fell, a soldier replaced, the soldiers' faces, there was no expression, only Mu Ran, raising a shield, archery, has become an instinct, a mechanical action.

More than a month of high-intensity offensive and defensive battles have turned the soldiers into killing machines.

Bundles of sharp arrows were sent to the city walls, barrels of fire oil were sent to the city walls, all sorts.

Everyone knows that this is the time for a battle to the death.

There are no reservations.

After the first round of arrow attack, the Hun army in the few watchtowers, crashes, nest cars, ladders have been pushed up, at this time, the deep trench in front of the city of Wuchao has long been filled in the first dozens of days, now, as long as these siege tools are pushed under the city, the Hun army can continue to attack the city of Wuchao.

Because the Xiongnu are nomadic people and lack craftsmen, for them, these siege tools are extremely precious and will never be used unless they are at critical moments.

When the golden gourd god saw those huge siege engines rumbling over, he knew that today was the time to decide the winner in a decisive battle.

Seeing the infantry in the canyon surging like ants, the Golden Gourd God made a decision that would make him famous in history.

"Throughout the ages, countless blood will be the horse leather shroud on the battlefield, but it will still be passed down through the ages! Big husband, what's the joy of life? What is there to fear from death? As soldiers of the Han Empire, it is our obligation and duty to defend the country, if we can die vigorously in battle, it is a supreme honor, I hope to use my blood to ignite the passion in the hearts of my brothers, and move forward bravely all my life, never take a step back! ”

The god of the golden gourd rode on a huge horse, holding a pair of huge hammers in both hands, and his robes hunted like a god.

In front of the Golden Gourd Heavenly God, there were 10,000 cavalry of Wuchao City, and the only cavalry except for 1,000 heavy armored cavalry.

"Never take a step back!"

"Never take a step back!"

Suddenly, all the people pulled out the snowy long knife, and held it in the air, under the black background like the ocean, the snow-bright long knife was like snow, and the sharp knife emitted a solemn and cold light in the cold wind, which made people tremble!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

In a surging and blood-boiling shouting and killing, the heavy gate of Wuchao City suddenly opened without warning, and the golden gourd god wielded two giant hammers, swept out like a hurricane, and behind him was the most powerful strong man in Wuchao City, and behind the strong man, was the 10,000 long sword and bright Han Iron Horseman.

The elite is exhausted, and the momentum is like a rainbow!

On the city wall, a dense rain of arrows covered the sky and the sun, and the locusts shot fiercely, suppressing the momentum of those infantry for the Han cavalry, and the cavalry, with the support of longbowmen, poured into the ocean like a rushing and roaring river.

At this time, in the canyon, there were at least more than 100,000 infantry, and on both sides, there were countless Hun iron cavalry pressing the formation.

The earth is shaking.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

"For the dignity of the big man, for the blood in my heart, this battle will be won! Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male in the male! Brother, kill, kill a dark sky, kill a river of blood, kill a peaceful and prosperous world! Kill! ”

The golden gourd god roared angrily, and where the double hammer swept through, flesh and blood flew sideways, and immediately, the infantry battle formation like a sea was torn apart, and behind him, the ten thousand cavalry rushed into it along his torn opening, and the crack became bigger and bigger.

On Wuchao City, the soldiers were infected by the pride of the golden gourd god, and their blood boiled one by one.

The sound of the beating war drums echoes through the canyon, stirring the heart.

The Hun army did not expect that the god of the golden gourd would actually fight in person, and suddenly, the tide-like momentum was contained, and the Han iron cavalry was invincible in the dense Hun infantry, and the human head flew in the sky non-stop, and there were splashes of blood and water everywhere.

In order to make room for the infantry to push the siege equipment under the city of Wuchao, the strong cavalry of the Huns were on both sides and behind, and when they found that the Han Iron Cavalry was out of the city to meet the battle, it was too late, and the entire canyon had become a slaughterhouse, and the sharp long knives of the Great Han Iron Cavalry harvested those Hun soldiers who had little protection.

The cavalry was unstoppable like a fiery blade cutting through the cream.

The golden gourd god was brave and invincible, and rushed straight to the edge of the cloud ladder, and smashed the giant hammer in his hand.

"Pong"

In an earth-shattering loud noise, the huge cloud ladder was actually smashed to pieces by the hammer of the golden gourd god, and the sawdust flew sideways and collapsed, and countless Hun infantry were stoned to death on the spot.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

……

Siege equipment such as ladders, crashes, and nest cars were smashed one by one by the golden gourd gods.

The eyes of the Hun soldiers are dripping blood, that is the hard work of the Huns, behind every siege machine, there are countless blood and tears of the Huns.

"The god of golden melon, Batu is here, Hugh is arrogant!"

Suddenly, at the end of the canyon, a deep voice was heard in the distance. The god of golden gourd looked around, and saw that at the end of the canyon, there was a fierce man who actually stepped on the head of the Hun soldiers, and the momentum was like a tide, surging and rushing.

The first warrior of the Huns, Batu!

"Haha, the first warrior of the Huns, come on, come on! Let me see what the First Warrior is capable of! ”

The golden gourd god roared, actually abandoned the horse, jumped up, like an iron tower-like body stepped into the air towards the first warrior of the Huns Batu galloped away, the surging momentum of the strong man was undoubtedly revealed, in the huge canyon, the battle spirit rolled like boiling water.

It was as if the battlefield had suddenly become quiet.

It seems that there are only two people in the entire canyon.

Batu, the first warrior of the Huns.

One of the four heavenly kings of the Han Empire, the golden gourd god.

It's the pinnacle of the showdown.

It's a duel of powers.

The sky is stormy.

The war drums of Wuchao City were also infected by this domineering momentum, and the drums became more and more urgent, mighty, as if the endless river was rushing wildly, which made people's hearts shake.

Under the wild running of the two of them with all their might, the canyon of several miles was reached in an instant.

"Come on!"

Batu was bare-handed, and in a loud shout, his shirt actually exploded, revealing a strong muscle full of masculine beauty.

Batu's body is not stout, but it is extremely well-proportioned, and its muscles are flawless, as if it is full of endless strength.

The seal of skill is frantically urging.

The power of the strong is also surging.

Whoever is the hero depends on the present day! One is the first warrior of the Xiongnu, and the other is one of the four gods of the Han Empire stationed at the border.

In the roar, Batu's fist seemed to suddenly amplify countless times, like a majestic mountain striking towards the golden gourd god, the speed was like a lightning bolt, and the momentum was so brave and thrilling that it was thrilling.

Fifty zhang.

Thirty zhang.

Ten zhang!

Seeing the mountain-like fist hit him, the pupils of the Golden Melon Heavenly God dilated, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Many people are confused by the rugged appearance of the Golden Melon Celestial God and think that he is a bold and strong man, but in fact, the Golden Melon Celestial God is as delicate as a hair. In fact, it can be imagined that the Golden Melon Heavenly God has been restrained by the Internal Affairs Office for a long time but is still standing, which is enough to show that his mind is extraordinary.

The fist was coming, and the golden gourd god roared through the clouds, and the sledgehammer in his hand slammed towards the fist with a devastating force.

The soldiers on the walls were about to suffocate, waiting for the confrontation that would collapse the earth.

Gongshu advocates strength.

In the same way, the strong also advocate strength.

Plain, the martial arts and the strong, no one obeys anyone, but no one knows whether the martial arts are powerful or the strong are powerful, because there has never been a real confrontation between the powerful and the strong, and today, on behalf of the Han Empire and the Xiongnu clan, the strong and the peak of the martial arts are facing off.

Batu was full of confidence.

Suddenly, Batu was stunned, and the huge hammer actually broke away and flew towards him.

The golden gourd god is a power-type powerhouse, it is said that the total weight of his two sledgehammers has exceeded the weight of a thousand catties, of course, no one knows the weight of the two giant hammers, but everyone believes that the two giant hammers will not be very light.

Batu's face changed color.

This punch, Batu is bound to win, even if he can't kill the Golden Gourd God, he must curb the invincible momentum of the Golden Gourd Heavenly God.

For Batu, he didn't think about killing the golden gourd god on the spot, he only needed to contain the golden gourd god, which was equivalent to victory, because, if the golden gourd god was contained, the cavalry behind him would fall into the realm of the dragons without a leader, and then, the insignificant 10,000 Han cavalry would fall into the vast sea of the Hun army, and they would be tired to death.

Batu gritted his teeth, he couldn't retreat, and even he couldn't avoid it, because his every move was related to the morale of the Hun army.

There is no doubt that Batu is a man with a strong heart and a decisive killing, and when he decided, his fist did not hesitate at all, and still struck the sledgehammer with all his might, and he made sure that the Hun army saw his invincibility and cheered up their morale.

"Pong"

The fist made contact with the hammer, making a deafening loud noise, with the sledgehammer as the center, it actually emitted a fierce shock wave, this shock wave blew a strong hurricane, and the surrounding Hun soldiers were shocked to the point of bleeding, and the sledgehammer fell to the ground, killing and wounding countless Hun infantry.

The soldiers on the walls of Wuchao City had a chill down their spines.

This first warrior of the Huns, Batu, really lived up to his reputation, and actually caught the hammer of the golden gourd god weighing hundreds of catties with his bare hands, and the strength of his body can be seen.

Suddenly, the expressions on people's faces froze.

After throwing out a big hammer, the golden gourd god did not stop attacking, and the huge body still stepped into the air, jumped high, and smashed the head of Batu, the first warrior of the Huns, with a volley hammer.

This hammer, the wind and clouds changed color.

Seeing that the surrounding Hun soldiers were affected and collapsed, Batu was immediately furious, did not flinch, and took advantage of the momentum of the beginning of a punch to urge the seal of the skill, and another punch hit the sledgehammer.

Batu's idea is very simple, he can't retreat, he must go head-to-head with the golden gourd god, only in this way can he curb the incomparable momentum of the golden gourd god and boost the morale of the Hun soldiers.

An astonishing scene appeared.

Once again, the only sledgehammer in the hand of the Golden Melon God came out of his hand and slammed into Batu in the air, carrying a fierce wind and letting out a howling sound like a ghost crying wolf.

"Ahh

Batu was furious, roared suddenly, and slammed the sledgehammer with his fist, and with a "Peng" sound, the sledgehammer was knocked upside down, and in this electric light, the golden gourd god chased after him, and a fierce punch hit Batu's fist.

"Wow......"

At this time, Batu successively flew two big hammers weighing hundreds of catties, which was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it was just when the old force had stopped and the new force was not born, he was taken advantage of by the golden gourd god and hit with a punch, and immediately suffered a heavy injury, spurting out a mouthful of blood, unable to control his body, and flew out upside down like an arrow off the string.

The Golden Melon Heavenly God naturally did not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, let out a heroic roar, and his huge body stepped into the air, rushing to catch up with Batu who was flying upside down, and hit Batu in the chest with a heavy punch.

"Phew"

With a muffled sound, there was a creepy collapse in the chest of Batu, the first warrior of the Huns.

Seeing that Batu can't live, even if he doesn't die, he is seriously injured.

The golden gourd god struck a blow, but he still didn't intend to let Batu go, he chased after him, and actually grabbed Batu's body, twisted Batu's neck with one hand, and pulled it suddenly, blood rained, and Batu's round-eyed head was actually torn apart by the gourd god.

"The first warrior of the Huns, Batu Fufu, the head is here!" The golden gourd god shouted violently.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

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