A fiasco, lost sheep, lost prestige, and was captured more than 10,000 people.

The enemy lost 20,000 troops, and the enemy reinforced 10,000, and there was a loss of 30,000 outside.

The sky-high fire burning on the desert was far less blazing than the fire in Touman's heart.

"10,000 Qin troops are hiding under their noses, and when they run to their faces, they find that the scouts who lead the army have cut off the sacrifice heaven and earth for me!"

The scimitar lifts and falls, and so on.

Life is frozen, and there is no restart.

A total of twenty scout commanders spilled their blood on the desert, and their corpses were left naked ten miles from the camp.

This distance is within the range of scouts, and jackals and vultures will not dare to gnaw for fear of human tracks.

The desert is cruel and ferocious, and this land will always be the main theme.

Morality does not appear, tyranny sweeps the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, and the yellow sand here has a tyrannical atmosphere.

"Check it out! Why can this Qin army come here and still have sufficient combat effectiveness, and can still ambush! Did their rations fall from the sky?

"Why can this Qin army hide under our noses, why is there no sound of horses' hooves when they charge, check it for me! Can't find out if I feed you to the jackal! ”

In anger alone, the 150,000 Hun army was dyed with wisps of tension.

The slight dissatisfaction of the superior is passed on to the lower person is a catastrophe.

The twenty corpses that were gnawed to the point of flesh and blood were a lesson for everyone.

This time they scouted desperately, in order to save their lives.

The big tribe scouts who came from the foot of the Wolf Juxu Mountain, the horseshoe imprints traveled all over the surrounding thirty miles of scout tribes, and Tou Mandan Yu soon learned that the gluttonous army was all the way, and it was these small and medium-sized tribes that were sending grain and grass materials.

"Kill, kill, kill! They are the same as the rebels! Betrayed the Huns! Cast to Qin Dog! The men are killed, and the women, cows, sheep, and horses are left behind, and they are all brought back! ”

Touman, who was in dire need of an outlet, issued a strict order, and the Xiongnu army, which was vulnerable in front of the gluttonous army, swept away the small and medium-sized tribes that were difficult to count accurately.

For these small and medium-sized tribes who are not qualified to enter the depths of the desert and settle at the foot of the holy mountain Wolf Juxu Mountain, this is a disaster, a catastrophe.

And for the Hun army, which experienced a great defeat, this was a complete cathartic carnival. Unable to defeat the gluttonous army, they regained their confidence and courage in the wailing and screaming of their fellow clansmen.

A few days later, the yellow sand turned red.

The jackals in the desert have gained an average of several pounds each, and they are even fatter than in summer when food is scarce in winter.

The 150,000 Xiongnu army has been replenished to 200,000, and these 50,000 people are drawn from the major tribes.

Touman originally wanted to transfer people from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes, but the enemies of the surrounding tribes made him angry and issued a killing order.

At the cost of destroying the small and medium-sized tribes within a radius of 100 miles, the 200,000 Xiongnu army had sufficient food.

"The cloth is wrapped around the horse's feet, the Central Plains is really extravagant!"

Touman was a little envious.

The desert is not production, only animal fur can be used to make clothes, and the linen clothes worn by the lowest people in the Central Plains are also rare in the desert, which can be exchanged for half a catty of meat.

It is common knowledge in the Central Plains to entangle horses' feet, but Touman, who is limited by geography, has no idea to lead to this direction at all.

Scarcity is precious, and the desert will not use precious clothes to entangle horses' feet, and the cattle and sheep beaten down are not enough to make clothes.

Knowing how the Qin army was silently charged, Touman was a little pity and a little relieved.

It's a pity that his warrior can't replicate it, and it's a relief that now that he knows the reason, he won't be attacked again.

Riding on horseback, wearing armor, and under the cover of his own guards, Touman was perched high on a small hillside.

Looking at the more than 60,000 and nearly 70,000 Qin troops in the distance, they looked like they were going to fight a positional battle, and they were very puzzled.

Entering the Wolf Juxu Mountain, or retreating from Gaoque, Touman can understand the intention, but what does it mean to camp in place?

This is the desert, not the Central Plains, and you choose a flat plain.

There is no city to rely on, and there is no danger to defend, what are you doing here without leaving?

The gluttonous army did not move, and Touman did not move, and did not dare.

The gluttonous army in full state has shown its ferocity to the desert, it is the power that overcomes everything, and Touman, who has an army of 200,000, faces the gluttonous army of less than 70,000, and I don't feel the advantage at all.

To attack is to seek death.

I can't wait to burn this black-armored Qin army to a clean head, and Man's brain is not broken.

If he hadn't been familiar with the desert terrain and occupied a favorable location, he would have retreated to Wolf Juxu Mountain a long time ago.

"Send someone over and tell the rebel that if he surrenders, he will still be my son."

Touman gave the order.

He knew that Maudun, who had come this far, would not surrender, and he never reported such illusions. He sent envoys over to ask them to see what was like inside the gluttonous army and to examine the actual situation of the gluttonous army from various details.

The two sides really exchanged hands once, and he had no other understanding of the gluttonous army except for the impression that it was strong and difficult to resist, which was simply ridiculous!

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, he will not be defeated in a hundred battles, and he Touman has also read "The Art of War".

Soon, the messenger returned, surprisingly fast.

In the king's tent, Touman, who was waiting with the leaders of the great tribes, was immediately summoned. The motionless gluttonous army has a headache for this group of Xiongnu superiors, and they urgently need a breakthrough point.

They want to get first-hand information about the gluttonous army and formulate tactical plans as quickly as possible, and the shame of fleeing in defeat is not only Touman, they all want revenge.

The pressure on everyone's eyes was on the messenger who was just an ordinary scout half an hour ago, and the scorching gaze was even more scorching than the fire of that day.

Touman personally took a bowl of mare's milk wine, walked up to the messenger with a smile and handed it over, patting the shoulder of the messenger who took the bowl and looked cowering.

"No hurry, no time for this bowl of wine."

In this beat, he obviously didn't use force, but the messenger was almost slapped to the ground.

The messenger trembled like chaff, and his hands trembled violently, and the wine was spilled on the ground.

He hurriedly fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

"Get up! How could my head man take the life of my Hun warrior because of a bowl of wine! ”

He poured a bowl of wine again and handed it to the messenger, who took it tremblingly, swallowed vigorously, and drank it cleanly.

The wine was in his stomach, and the impatient gaze around him was not so hot, and the messenger wiped his mouth with his sleeve stained with grass clippings.

"Prince Maudun said that he had no intention of offending Shan Yu, and apologized to the great chiefs for yesterday's raid. As long as Shan Yu killed the Wusun clan and made him the king of Zuo Tuqi, he immediately led the people to surrender. He can go to the Yue clan for the Huns as a hostage, how can he betray the Huns, the Hun prince does not fight the Huns. ”