The Evil King was dumbfounded.

The Han army built a barrage in the upper reaches of the Sugan River and made a move to flood the downstream, but in fact, it was all fake, and people did not think about flooding people with floods at all.

But.

On the other side of the river, two or three miles away from the camp, a large pile of huge rocks was piled up, and then these rocks were used to forcibly divert the course of the Sugan River, so that the riverbed on this side of the camp was washed away by floods overnight.

In the west of the river, the soil is mostly composed of sand, loess and fine dust, and in the dry season, the riverbed is as hard as iron, even if it is difficult to shake it with iron tools; However, under the washing of the flood, those fine crushed sand and loess, which were softer than the cream of Teniang, would collapse every few moments.

The attention of the evil king has always been on the rise and fall of the river, where did he think that Cao Xiangzhi's plan was actually to let the flood hit the riverbed, and without knowing it, he made a huge camp become a riverbed......

"Pull it out now!"

Looking at the camp he occupied, one of the walls had disappeared with the collapse of the riverbed, and in its place, the extremely turbid Sugan River water was rolling in and out, continuously washing the ground of the camp into the water, and the face of the evil king changed greatly.

If it collapsed at this rate, it wouldn't take an hour or two for the entire camp, along with the thousands of men and horses inside, to be swept away by the muddy waters.

Unexpectedly, the Huns rushed out of the gate of the camp in a hurry, only to find that this road could not be walked at all.

Those Han troops were so bad that they dug out dozens of trenches on the ground outside the camp for most of the circle, and these trenches were not deep, only about one or two feet.

However, after a night of heavy rain, a large amount of rainwater had gathered in those trenches, and it had become a large quagmire that was completely impassable!

"King, what should I do?"

"Yes, king, our warriors tried it just now, and as soon as the war horse stepped into the quagmire, it fell directly, and even the horse's leg was broken......"

The evil king's face turned pale, and he strode up the wall of the camp.

As far as the eye can see, except for the east side, which has been washed away by the river and seriously collapsed, all the ground in the south, west, and north directions has been turned into a muddy quagmire, which is more than 100 steps away.

At this distance, the Huns' wolf tooth arrows could not shoot the Han army at all, but the bows and crossbows of the Han army could completely shoot into any place in the camp.

A hundred paces away, the three Han armies set up a formation, although the number was only two or three hundred, but as soon as the crossbow machine was put forward, the face of the besieged evil king turned blue.

This time, I was miserable!

It's just that your Han army is besieged, but there are more than 5,000 people and horses in the king's headquarters, and 25,000 Hun warriors, not far away......

Just as the face of the Evil King was cloudy, there was a commotion in the distance.

The horses neighed, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"King, there seems to be a fight in our camp!" A general was overjoyed, "The more than 20,000 cavalry, one charge can reach here, and the Han army has seven or eight hundred people, so there is nothing to worry about." ”

Several generals and pawns echoed one after another, which could be regarded as a kind of comfort to the evil king on the verge of rage.

But the evil king had an ugly face.

In one breath, he held back seven or eight breaths before he slowly spit out, almost gritting his teeth and roaring: "Guys, shut up!" ”

These idiots!

If the Hun cavalry attacked, why was there only the sound of war drums and no horns?

You must know that the Huns have been operating in the desert steppe for hundreds of years, and in the long years of conquest, they have accumulated enough war experience, and at the same time, they have also set up all kinds of very strict rules.

For example, when you attack, you need to have a war drum and a trumpet.

Listening to the movement over there, it was clear that the Huns were caught off guard, and they didn't have time to beat drums and blow trumpets...... All right!

"Order, demolish all the houses, move all the stones, timber and tents outside the camp, and rush to repair a road where war horses can gallop!"

The evil king laughed angrily, pointed to the wall of the Han army pass with a whip in his hand, and shouted coldly: "The first one to kill the pass, this king recognizes him as a righteous son, and rewards him with ten thousand taels of gold, and this king personally goes to the right sage king and asks him to be crowned a king of ten thousand households!" ”

With a bang, the Huns were in great spirits and drew their swords in their hands:

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

At the same time, thousands of Hun soldiers moved quickly, demolished the houses and stone walls of the entire camp, and began to build roads on the quagmire that was 100 steps wide......

……

The attack on the Hun camp was naturally Huo Quai.

He had actually arrived at the Great Slope Valley three days ago, and the reason why he was hiding was that he was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

On the side of the evil king, thirty or forty thousand horses.

Huo Quzhi and Cao Xiang, even if they join forces, they are only 2,000 people, and this battle can't be fought at all.

However, Cui Jiu, the great Changmen who had already secretly come here, led a hundred and ten embroidered messengers under his command, but he had been lurking here for a long time, and he had almost figured out all the doorways, so Cui Jiu appeared and told Huo Quai's 'magic calculation' on Cao Xiang's side, making him wait for the opportunity.

Now, the evil king is trapped, and the remaining more than 20,000 Huns do not know it, and they are still sleeping in their respective tents.

Huo Qubing immediately ordered the orphans of the Eight Hundred Feather Forest to charge head-on.

The drums of war are pounding, and the sound of killing is shaking the sky.

The Huns didn't even have time to put on their clothes, so they rushed to the door of the tent in a panic, poked their heads out, and wanted to see what was going on.

The Huns had lived in the steppe for a long time and were very familiar with the weather, so their camps were often in some rather dry grasslands that were not very affected by rain.

In this way, it gave Huo Qu a chance.

Eight hundred heavily armed cavalrymen rampaged through the huge camp, slashing and slashing at will, which soon caused the Huns to be in chaos, and everywhere there were Huns who had not had time to put on sheepskin robes, like a swarm of headless flies, bumping and running around.

"Quick, get on the warhorse!"

"What about the commander, who has seen our commander?"

"Han army, the Han army is coming......"

How arrogant it used to be, how embarrassed it is now.

More than 20,000 Huns were killed all over the ground by Huo Quai's 800 cavalry, and the blood flowed like a river, like a group of tigers and wolves, suddenly rushing into a group of chaotic sheep.

Especially Huo Qu's disease!

I saw that he was one person and five horses, charging at the forefront, holding a horse lance tightly with his right arm and slashing and swiping, invincible, and there was no enemy.

In his left hand, he carried a Xueliang scimitar, and chopped it casually, treating the heads of the Huns who had not had time to retract into the tent as melons, fruits and vegetables, which was very relaxed.

After twenty or thirty breaths, the 800 Yulin army chiseled through the Hun camp and went back and forth.

After skillfully changing horses, the second charge began......

……

Meanwhile.

The other hand arranged by Cao Xiang also began to be launched.

Dozens of old killers hid in the horse pens and cattle pens of the Huns early, smeared those war horses and cattle with slimy stinky black oil, and waited for the big war to be together, and immediately set them on fire.

For a time, the war horses wailed, and the bullocks mooed.

Those war horses and cattle were on fire, and under the unbearable pain, they naturally became furious, and with a roar and collision, they dismantled the horse pen and cattle pen, and rushed out like crazy.

Frightened war horses and bulls, when they see people, they will top, kick, and bite, as if only in this way can they eliminate the grievances and anger of being set on fire.

As a result, those Huns who came galloping and wanted to get on their horses and fight were swept by the horses and cattle in an instant, and basically there was not much bone residue left, and they were directly trampled into mud.

Since then, it has become the fertilizer of this grassland.

In another year or two, this place should be able to bloom a large area of Gesang flowers, or, dog tail flowers......

……

It has been said that a fierce battle often has very long foreplay.

However, the climax is only one or two breaths.

Even, just for a moment.

It's all gone.

The army of more than 30,000 people of the Evil King of Hun was really destroyed, but it was only about half an hour before the battle was over.

More than 20,000 Hun cavalry, known as invincible in the world, suffered heavy casualties under the charge of Huo Quai's 800 men and horses, and the war horses exploded, which soon made the rest of the people lose their fighting spirit, and I don't know who led them, they surrendered directly.

It is said that the steppe people worship heroes the most, which is true, but it is not entirely accurate.

In Yang Chuan's words, those guys do not worship the heroes themselves, but those heroes who can hold them to the death are the objects of worship of the Hun warriors.

Therefore, Huo Quai's illness was suppressed and beaten to death.

After less than half an hour of fighting, these wolves suddenly lost their breath, threw the blades in their hands on the ground regardless of them, and fell to their knees with a pop.

This time, it's not easy to make Huo Quai.

According to his original intention, none of these Huns could live.

However, they chose to surrender, and this battle could not be fought......

……

Compared with those ordinary Hun warriors who were killed by Huo Qubing and chose to surrender, the evil king of Hun was much tougher, and in the face of the predicament, he insisted on it for more than two hours before choosing to surrender.

His 5,000 soldiers and horses are the most elite of the Hun cavalry.

However, in the face of this large 'mud array' that Cao Xiang put for them, it was useless at all, except for wave after wave of running out to die, being shot on the spot in the blink of an eye by the crossbow arrows of less than a thousand Lin Army, and the breakthrough of two hours was useless.

It wasn't until most of the 5,000 soldiers and horses were killed and wounded that the Evil King finally lost his temper.

He lost this battle.

Therefore, the king of ten thousand households of the Huns lowered his posture as much as possible, and let one of his commanders come out to confess, and promised that as long as he was allowed to live, he would be offered 50,000 taels of gold and 1,000 fat little women.

In the grassland, there is a tradition of exchanging wealth for life, I can't beat you, but I can use gold, pastures, cattle, sheep and livestock, and little women to 'redeem yourself'.

For this set, Huo Quzhi was noncommittal, just drinking and eating meat coldly.

Cao Xiang's eyes lit up, and he asked the Hun envoy: "Is your evil king really worth 50,000 taels of gold?" By the way, your little woman of the Huns is really a stunner in the world, when Ben Hou played for the first time, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and after the two Hun little women were stripped and washed, one in front and one in the back, he taught Ben Hou several tricks.

Ah, now that I think about it, I still have an endless aftertaste, tsk!

However, a thousand little women is too few, Ben Hou wants to spend some money this time to build the largest fence in the world in Chang'an City, a thousand little women, not enough for my brothers to stuff-stirring sticks......"

As soon as this thing opened his mouth, it was either nonsense or commotion, and Huo Qu was irritable for a while when he heard it, so he simply walked out of the big tent and came to the front of the two armies to see the excitement.

As for Choi-ko, the big Nagato.

Well, whenever Cao Xiang talks nonsense, Cui Jiu's old thief can know that this thing must be holding back some bad ideas.

Sure enough, after some nonsense, the Hun commander looked confused, and he didn't know how to talk at all.

What does this general of the Han army want to say?

Cao Xiang took a sip of water slowly, and suddenly asked, "In addition to gold and little women, what is the most precious thing for you Huns?" ”

The commander said casually: "We Huns have boundless grasslands, deserts, Gobi, countless rivers, mountains, lakes, seas, and cattle, sheep and livestock everywhere, we Huns are the ...... of immortality."

Cao Xiang suddenly turned his face: "Grass you!" ”

"Are you good at talking to people on a dog's day?"

"Say, besides gold, little woman, what else is precious to that old bastard of the Evil King?"

"Don't say you don't have a shit, yes, yes, what annoys me the most is you poor people!"

"Come on, send this poor man who can't squeeze any oil and water out to Benhou!"

The two Yulin orphans suddenly agreed, strode forward, and saw that they were about to beat the commander out, and the Huns finally got angry and scolded loudly: "You guys are so rude, why do you say that our evil king is poor......

Then, Cao Xiang, who was still indignant just now, became gentle and elegant again, and smiled softly: "Okay, okay, Ben Hou joked with you just now, I just want to see if you are a real hero on the grassland." ”

The Huns stiffened their necks: "Isn't it a hero?" ”

Cao Xiang stroked his palms and laughed: "Sure enough, it's a real warrior on the grassland, come, give this warrior wine, I just don't know how much the grassland hero drinks?" ”

One of the soldiers brought a jar of spirits and poured a large bowl over it.

The Hun took the wine bowl, snorted coldly, raised his neck, and poured a large bowl of 'Ten Grains' into his throat, and he also lit up the bottom of the bowl very arrogantly: "The wine of the Han people, but that's it." ”

Cao Xiang laughed: "This warrior is so drunk!" ”

Then, five or six bowls of liquor were poured down, and the Huns were already red in cheeks, bloodshot in their eyes, and began to stumble under their feet, but their mouths were still unconvinced.

Cao Xiang himself also drank a big bowl of wine, and said very heroically: "Since you are the real hero on the grassland, Ben Hou will not embarrass you, and I will let you go back when I turn around." ”

The Huns were overjoyed and hurriedly bowed down.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Xiang seemed to ask very casually: "No wonder the Heavenly Gold Man is in the hands of your Evil King, and you really still need a real hero to protect it." ”

The Huns shook their heads vigorously, and said with a drunken smile: "The Heavenly Gold Sacrifice Man is not at the Hun Evil King, but with the King of Hutu......"

(End of chapter)