The momentum is like a bamboo, and the courage is unstoppable.

The three thousand martial arts are strong, and the three thousand disciples who are proficient in the battle array exert their power far beyond their imagination.

This battle to death in his eyes has ended before it has even begun.

After experiencing the first wave of rushing and killing and breaking into the royal court, those Xiongnu nobles who thought they would resist desperately in their hearts greeted them with happy smiles.

Facing Ying Cheng, who was pretending to be the prince of Maoton, he looked at the black-armored doormen behind him, and waved his hand to ask the Hun warriors who seemed to be desperately resisting to retreat.

Jin Sui didn't understand why, if it was in the Qin State, when the First Emperor was paraded, the crown prince Yingfu Su sent a surprise army to attack thousands of miles and hit Xianyang.

It will not be a smiling face that greets the crown prince, but the most elite city defense army in the Qin State except for the Iron Eagle Swordsman.

These veterans of a hundred battles who have been on the battlefield will use the Qin sword in their hands to show their loyalty to the distant First Emperor, with the blood of the crown prince.

There were only three warriors sent by the many large tribes near the royal court, and it was better to inquire about the news than to inquire about it, and they left only after learning about the current situation of the royal court.

Many years later, when recalling this battle, he could only say that the bright silver armor, and as for the intensity of the battle, there was really nothing.

Mu Qiang, this is not only the tradition of the desert, but also the Qin people.

But no matter how Muqiang is, he has never seen it so easy, aren't they afraid that Touman will come back to liquidate?

Ying Chengcheng started the liquidation first.

He was surrounded by 3,000 guests, and he did not enter the king's tent, nor did he dismount his horse.

According to the information he received from Prince Maudun, he found Touman's favorite Yan, and the little prince who had just learned to walk and was established by Touman as the replacement for Maudun.

Kill.

No muddy, no nonsense.

Ying Chengcheng asked all the royal court soldiers to line up in a row of 500 people, bend their bows and draw arrows, aiming at the mother and son who were crying to the heartbreak, and the three thousand black armor bent their bows and arrows at these soldiers.

"After I shoot, those who don't shoot die."

He said softly, and then bent his bow and arrows very casually, and the bow was not even opened for half a moon.

The arrow did not fly out quickly and landed in front of the most favored mother and son.

The Hun soldiers in the first row clenched their teeth, their hands trembled, and not a single arrow was fired.

The arrows of the three thousand black-armored men did not hesitate at all, and one by one the sharp arrows burst out of the bow, and the three thousand arrows nailed five hundred warriors.

Blood splattered, pain wailed.

The warriors who were not shot at the point were covered with arrows, like porcupines that could not be seen in the desert, covered in thorns.

Some warriors who were unwilling to die pointed their bows and arrows at a bright silver armor Yingcheng Python, and after a round of arrows, their master was shot with a chaotic sword.

Ying Cheng didn't bother to move, patted the head of the war horse that was a little stressed by the arrows, and continued to say in that fluttering voice:

"Next row."

Another five hundred, standing on the bloody ground, could smell the blood of their fellow soldiers who had just been alive and kicking in their noses.

They bent their bows, took arrows, and looked at the frightened and most fortunate Ran, the little prince.

After the powerless arrow in the air, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, wanting to let go.

At the moment of struggle, Tou Mandan's remnants of the past came to mind, and in the end, only a few soldiers' arrows flew out, crooked, and not far away from the arrows that Ying Chengcheng shot casually.

Ying Chengcheng commanded the doorman, brought out a few people who shot arrows no more than thirty paces, and ordered all the soldiers in the second row to be shot.

Another round of arrows.

Another row of corpses.

The red blood has not changed, the wail of pain has not changed, only the lost person has changed.

"My Hun warriors, can't even pull a bow?

"This enchantress is no more than a hundred steps away, and if she can't shoot a foot in front of her, she will be killed.

"Next row."

The punishment was extremely severe, the torment between life and death, and many of the soldiers could not bear it, and rioted, and they ran with scimitars and charged at the silver armor.

"If you don't raise troops and don't move where you are, don't kill!"

Long spears, horses, silver armor rushes forward, and black armor follows.

A battle simpler than the previous one to break the royal guards, a naked slaughter.

The corpse lay under the horse's hooves, and Ying Chengcheng looked at the Hun soldiers who were standing in place and dropped their bows and arrows, and whistled to attract everyone's attention.

"All the warriors of the Huns, pick up your bows and arrows......"

The sound behind was not heard by the Qi Sui at the back of the three thousand guests, and there were at least 20,000 Hun soldiers left to pick it up, and the sparse noise overshadowed Ying Cheng's words.

The next moment, 20,000 arrows turned into a black cloud and rushed towards the mother and son who were crying silently......

Gaoque City.

When the Hun army approached the city, they saw the Hun soldiers of the same color and body as them.

These Hun soldiers did not wear black armor, and they looked much easier to kill than those invulnerable black armor soldiers.

It's just that the number of people...... It's a bit out of the way, and the old one is unexpected.

Forty thousand, a bit of a lot, they only have forty thousand.

In addition, there is an extremely conspicuous presence behind the Hun soldiers who seem to be from a small tribe and have thin yellow faces.

A high platform built of loess, two feet high.

The distance is too far, but you can only vaguely see that it seems to be a big drum from the Central Plains, placed vertically.

Something is abnormal.

If you are in the Central Plains, no matter how brave the general is, you have to hesitate a little at this moment.

But here is the desert.

In the old man, Tu Shada did not look down on the Huns of these small tribes from the eyes of his heart. Whether it is from eating, drinking, or training on weekdays, their warriors are better than those of their fellow people on the other side who are not ruthless with scimitars.

There is no black armor, more than 40,000 people, but it is just to kill for a while, just to bring back to be slaves.

They had already sent scouts to investigate, but the Qin State had not sent troops to help, and there would be no army within a radius of twenty miles.

"Let the group of traitors on the other side see what a real warrior is!"

The 40,000 Xiongnu army from the Wolf Xu Mountain charged, and the torrent swept down, vowing to break down Gaoque......

"In my Central Plains siege war, we pay attention to the fact that the besieging side must be ten times more than the defending side to besiege it. But this desert does not cast a city, and the defenders really don't have any advantage at all. ”

Standing under the loess platform, Ying Jianglu, who was dressed in black, put down the binoculars, sighed, and said with regret:

"If you can build a two-zhang high city, no, one zhang, these 40,000 Huns dare to rush at my high gate like this, it is self-defeating."

"The third prince is relieved, Chang'anjun has already had a countermeasure, just need"

"Kui Zheng, what do you think of me compared to my eldest brother?"

Kui, who was interrupted, lowered his head and said nothing.

He didn't participate in such topics, talking about the prince's good offending the third prince in charge, and talking about the third prince's good will die one day if he is not in order, and there are not many people who died inexplicably in the first few months of the Great Northwest.

The pair of leather boots worn by the Huns in his sight moved, and when he looked up, he saw that Ying Jiang Lu was pedaling the steps towards the high platform.

"Three sons! You"

As he spoke, he gave the soldiers beside him a look, asking them to drag down the Ying Jiang Lu who had climbed the high platform.

Although this high platform is at the back of the 40,000 Huns, it is still extremely unsafe, and the Hu people are very clear about the gap between the Huns at the foot of the holy mountain and the Huns at the edge of the desert.

Can't stop it, absolutely can't stop it......

The winner of this battle is not in the first battle, but in the second battle.

These days, the massacre of Touman in the desert has caused the hatred of all the Huns who cannot enter the depths of the desert. The Kui shape has strung these sparks into a fire, and the flames are burning towards Gaoque City.

Lao Zhong, the scouts sent by Tusha saw these Huns who were no more than 200 people, and as few as dozens of them, and most of them ignored them.

A few suspicious scouts reported it, but it didn't go unnoticed.

The 200,000 Huns army killed so vigorously a few days ago, these traitors are not stupid, they flee from the wind, and their migration is normal.

As long as it lasts for an hour, small flames from all directions will gather together and burn down the 40,000 noble Xiongnu army from the foot of the holy mountain.

And what Ying Jianglu has to do is wait.

Hu Rencheng knows Hu Ren best, and Ying Chengcheng left this old leftist minister who was very powerful in the desert in his early years in Gaoque, which is to leave a foolproof insurance.

"Li You."

"No!"

With an order from General Lu, Li You surrounded the high platform with his personal guards, not allowing anyone to approach.

Ying Jiang Lu looked down on the high stairs and smiled at the old Zuoxiang.

"I don't like the title of the third prince, I like Shan Yu."

Kui frowned, thinking in his heart what to say.

Ying General Lu didn't give him time and climbed to the high platform early.

"Uncle's arrangement is good, but uncle, you can't arrange me for the rest of my life. The eldest brother was born well, he can be the king without fighting or grabbing, everything is arranged by the father, and I can't. ”

After muttering a few words to himself, Ying Jiang Lu bent down and picked up the loudspeaker that the people below couldn't see because of their limited viewing angles.

Get up, raise it in front of your mouth, and luck dantian.

The muscles on his neck bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted hoarsely.

"As long as I don't stop! Gluttony is not defeated! ”

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

He picked up the drumstick that his uncle had held before he set out for the expedition, and beat the war drum that his uncle had beaten before he set out for the battle!

Ever since he left the desert, he has been imitating his uncle.

He learned from his uncle to disguise himself as a Hun and experienced the life of the Huns.

Learn from his uncle to reward and punish clearly, and after the conflict between the Huns and the Qin, only punish the one who violates the law.

However, he can't always live in the shadow of his uncle.

He is a person who wants to be the king of the Huns, and he must be able to gain a firm foothold in the Huns after his uncle leaves, and he is really being called by everyone Shan Yu.

He beats the war drums according to a specific rhythm, not more than one force, not too much force, and the dull drum sound is constant, and it sounds very steady.

Forty thousand Huns who were forced to come from the edge of the desert, once a small tribe, now regarded themselves as gluttonous tribesmen, looked at the leader who had been so good to them in the past.

The blood rushes straight to the brain in an instant!

They have never been so firmly chosen, where will they live and die with them, the leader of the high.

In front of them, the one who led the army to the battle, and was said to be the chief general of the gluttonous army who fought on the Holy Mountain.

The warrior in the silver armor, strangely dressed, but fierce and inhuman, rode away and said to them:

"Touman will come and beat us, and will take away our grain, horses, cattle and sheep, and our wives and daughters, and he will make slaves and maidservants the treasures that hold us in the palm of his hand! Do you promise?! ”

Finally, after a few days, there was food and drink, but the Huns, who had no worries about their lives, roared in unison "no agreement".

"Behind us is the city of Gaoque, where we have our wives and children, our cattle and sheep and grain. If Touman divides his forces to come here, you must hold on, and we have no way out. ”

There is no way back.

We don't want to live the life we used to have.

The chief, dressed in black, beats heavy drums, and is with us.

Gaoque City belongs to our gluttonous tribe, and no one can take it away!

The drums shook.

Like thunder.

Forty thousand gluttonous troops charged at the torrent that had previously terrified them to the point of being tied to the point of being captured from the Holy Mountain.

For their wives and children, livestock and food.

For their gluttonous tribe, and this high city that does not look like a city.

The power of faith overcomes the gap in the flesh.

The untouchables who strangled together with an army of 80,000 and wanted to bite the flesh of the enemy before they died, let this group of noble warriors who came all the way from the holy mountain see the humble power.

The drums don't stop, and people don't retreat!

The core purpose of this battle was to further improve the centripetal force of the Huns in Gaoque City, and it was won.

When more than 40,000 noble warriors were killed or wounded, no matter how strict the organization was, it would be difficult to prevent the army from fleeing.

The defeat was like a mountain.

Tusha, Lao Zhong had to look at Gaoque City with hatred, looked at the black-clothed drum figure on the high platform, and walked with the army.

They are unwilling.

Although they suffered more than 10,000 casualties, the untouchables definitely had more casualties than them!

As long as they hold on for a while, it will be this group of traitors who will be terrified, and the rich Gaoque City will be their spoils!

An army that dies more than 30% and can still continue to fight, that is the elite.

In the old man, Tusha's face was gloomy, and he didn't know why this group of troops who were absolutely dead in three percent didn't rout.

This group of people is obviously a patchwork of small tribe pariahs who will die out at any time in the desert, how can they become elite?

They gathered their armies and retrieved the scattered and fleeing warriors, and they wanted the warriors under their command to see which side of the corpse were lying on the battlefield!

Give them a second chance to fight, and they will definitely be able to enter Gaoque City when they reunite with the army.

Kui didn't give this chance, and the fire came.

Slaughtered, horses neglected.

At most, there are only two hundred, and at least tens, and it is difficult to count how many units of Hun cavalry have arrived.

Kui improvised to meet the situation, and asked these reinforcements who were supposed to take the siege to follow the march when they came, and chase down the fleeing stragglers.

Fighting alone, the troops are hedged, and these reinforcements are not the opponents of Tusha and Lao Zhong's soldiers and horses.

But five to one, ten to one beating the water dogs, there is no reason to lose.

The drums kept beating until the battlefield was within sight, and there was not a single enemy soldier.