In the middle of the night, the war drums were beating, and the Hun camp was in chaos.

For a while, the people shouted and the horses were neighing, the lights were bright, and the three hundred-man teams in charge of patrolling the camp and sentry shouted loudly, and while shouting upwards, they ordered everyone to get up and check if they had mixed in.

At the same time, a thousand-strong squad was quickly assembled and rushed to a hillside northwest of the camp, where the leader of the Huns should have been.

Yang Chuan, who was hiding in the stable, looked at it secretly: "No wonder the Huns can sweep across the desert north and become the overlord of the steppe people, and the army's reaction speed is too fast......

At that moment, the drumming suddenly stopped.

The night is dark, and the wind is whining.

It's like the sound of war drums just now, just a frightening dream after the battle, when it came like thunder, before people could react, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cold wind outside the plug without a trace.

"This is the Han army's plan to harass the enemy."

"These damn Han people are too cunning."

"Everyone hurry to sleep, and the siege will continue in the morning......"

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After a long time of commotion, about two incense sticks, the Hun camp stopped, and they returned to their tents and nests, cursed a few words and continued to sleep.

Listening to the snoring sound one after another, Yang Chuan only hated that his martial arts were too bad, and he could only kill some Huns secretly, and he didn't dare to confront them head-on.

Think about the condor hero Guo Jing, the Condor hero Yang Guo, one person and one eagle, rampant in the world, coming and going freely in the camp of the grassland people, arrogant and arrogant, his own 'Condor Hero' martial arts are too bad.

Well, after this battle, I started to practice martial arts hard!

In the stable, Yang Chuan looked at the hundreds of war horses, and felt a little difficult in his heart: there was no stinky fire oil, and it was too difficult to set a fire......

Half an hour later, the drums of war sounded again due north.

There was no doubt that the Huns' camp was in a commotion again, and unlike the previous one, this time, as if determined to investigate, the Huns sent a hundred-man squad to gallop in the direction from which the drums came.

Then, along the way, they find that their outpost has been killed.

At this moment, the whole battalion became nervous, and the horns made of seven or eight horns were sounded, and it should be that the leader of the army noticed that the situation was different and began to gather thousands and hundreds.

At this moment, a fire broke out in the direction of the stables.

This fire burned very strangely, because, at the moment of the fire, more than a thousand war horses exploded at the same time, like a gust of wind rushing through the wooden railing of the stable, and they were running around without a head, but the tails of all the horses were on fire.

The Huns shouted, and three hundred-man teams galloped over, carrying lassoes, as if trying to gather the frightened horses.

But before they could get closer, another stable caught fire again.

"It's a Han Chinese meticulous work!"

"More than a dozen of our sentries have been killed!"

"Damn Han Chinese!"

The Huns shouted in unison, moved quickly, and while dividing several groups of people to gather the war horses, they tied up the remaining horses, and quickly assembled a team of 1,000 people.

The Huns reacted quickly, and in less than a stick of incense, the riot in the camp was quickly quelled, but the loss of nearly a thousand horses still made these wolves feel distressed.

When the Huns fought, they often had three riders per person, and they regarded horses as important as their lives, which made Yang Chuan make trouble for a while, and they lost so many war horses at once, you can think of their anger.

"Pass the order down, dig three feet into the ground, and find out those damn Han people!"

When a commander of the army passed the order, naturally more than a dozen teams of ten people came over, and it seemed that they were really going to dig three feet into the ground.

And Yang Chuan, the initiator, had already unknowingly touched the northwest direction of the camp, and lit one tent after another in his spare time.

The tents of the Huns are made of sheepskin, cowhide, wool rope, etc., which are full of animal fat, and are naturally an artifact to shelter from the wind and rain in rainy and snowy weather, but they are the most unpopular.

In addition, the north wind howled this night, and the fire borrowed the wind momentum, and in a blink of an eye, it burned up, and the flames of some noble Huns even rose more than a dozen zhang, reflecting the sky into a terrible scarlet.

"Damn Han Chinese, it's too despicable!"

"Gather people and horses, stick to the camp, don't let the Han army really steal the camp!"

In the chaos, the Huns completely gave up sleeping, and the whole camp moved, fighting fires, collecting horses, inspecting the camp, and teams of cavalry galloped in the cold night, and it was very lively for a while.

On the cliff three miles away, ten veterans looked into the distance, only to see the Huns' camp blazing into the sky, and the figures were longing for chaos into a pot of porridge, and everyone was dumbfounded.

How did Yang Chuan, who is like a thin monkey, do it? Did he escape?

"Let's go, do another big one!"

Suddenly, Yang Chuan climbed up from another direction and ordered directly: "Drop all the war drums, let's go to the next place to make trouble, and give those wolves another fierce one." ”

The ten veterans didn't say a word, and directly followed Yang Chuan down the cliff, only to find that Yang Chuan actually brought dozens of war horses in his busy schedule, and they were all good horses that were one in a hundred.

What surprised everyone in particular was a fat snow leopard, which was lazily lying on the back of a war horse, so frightened that the horse under it trembled, but it didn't dare to run, not even neigh, just a few drops of urine from time to time......

"Get on your horse and head northeast at full speed!"

As he spoke, Yang Chuan had already turned over and got on his horse, and with a flick of the whip, he took five horses and rushed straight forward for more than ten zhang: "Today is a good day, let's give the Huns a fried sheep plate, hahaha!" ”

In the past few days of continuous hard fighting, he has long held back his anger, and at this moment, the depression in his chest can be quickly dissipated, so that he can't help but want to laugh a few times.

Hey, it's still refreshing.

This time, he made up his mind, that is, to give this Huns a salary to the bottom of the kettle - to get rid of their logistics supply land, which is what the Huns often call 'winter nests'.

In this way, not to mention the war, the next hunger and cold will definitely make those wolves unbearable!

Yang Chuan had lived in the Western Regions for a long time and was extremely familiar with the fighting methods of the Huns and Qiangs, and he clearly knew that a cavalry team of two or three thousand people often had to be provided with food and tents by about five thousand cattle, sheep and horses.

Especially in such a cold winter, the war consumption of the Huns is actually extremely amazing, and often after a battle, many smaller tribes will disappear directly......

"Yang Chuan, what is fried sheep plate?" A veteran soldier rode up and asked with some curiosity.

"What do you mean by fried lamb plate?"

Yang Chuan laughed and pointed into the distance with a horsewhip: "The sheep tray is the place where the sheep have laid, and the sheep manure is piled up, often two or three feet deep, and there will be no grass for several years."

But in winter, the sheep pan is a treasure of feng shui for the Huns, and it is the best place for cattle and sheep to nest in winter......"

The cold wind hunts, and the hoofs sound well.

Under the guidance of the six golden eagles, Yang Chuan took Sister Leopard and eleven Han veterans and rushed to a mountain nest in the northeast.