"It's dead, it's dead. ”

Just as nearly 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled Huns were charging to the death under the Yanmen Pass, a chilling news came from their rear.

The great condor archer, the nobleman of the Fuqu clan, Lord Fuqushi, died, and when he shot one-to-one, he died under the arrows of the Zhou people.

This news made the old, weak, sick and disabled people who were already thinking confused completely crazy.

As a rare condor shooter among the tens of millions of Huns, Fuqu Shi has a noble status, not to mention that he still has the noble blood of the Fuqu clan on his body.

His death must be responsible, as the slaves and herdsmen who indirectly obeyed the Fuqu Shi were ordered by the Huns, and after this war, all of them had to bear the punishment of skinning, and then bury the Fu Qu Shi.

As a person with wisdom and thinking ability, even if these slaves and herdsmen are not intelligent and short-sighted, they still know the most basic demand of living.

Although charging into battle as cannon fodder this time is also a life of nine deaths, there is still a life outside of nine deaths, but now, the vitality that may exist is gone.

In desperation, many slaves and herdsmen near Yanmen Pass stopped climbing the soft ladder and directly hit their heads against the wall and prayed for a quick death.

Except for a few of the slaves and herdsmen who had never hit the wall, the rest of them lost their blood and courage to fight for their lives, and began to climb towards the gate of the wild goose like an errand, wielding knives, and praying for a quick death.

Such a change made everyone on the city wall stunned.

Did the Huns who had just 'screamed' and brandished bronze short knives with murderous intentions gone? Could it be that these Huns didn't have enough to eat before they came to fight for their lives?

With an incredible gaze, the pressure on everyone suddenly dropped when the gate closed.

The sons of good families who had just suffered serious attrition gradually began to adapt to the battlefield under the low-intensity war, and the frequency of attrition dropped sharply.

At this moment, in the Xiongnu camp far away from Yanmen Pass, Yi Zhiyi also received the news of Fuqushi's death.

When he got the news, Yi Zhixie's first thought was that the damned slave actually dared to curse the Condor Shooter of Fuqu Stone, and he should be killed.

After confirming that Fuqu Shi was really dead, he suddenly became furious, Fu Qu Shi was the condor archer he had finally wooed, aside from this identity, he still had the blood of the Fu Qu Clan, which was one of the important ways for him to hook up with the Fu Qu Clan.

He died, in an inconsequential temptation!

Those sharpshooters who followed the Fuqu Stone deserve to die, those slaves and herdsmen who are like cannon fodder also deserve to die, and the Zhou people in that Yanmen Pass deserve to die!

Gritting his teeth, Yi Zhixie still maintained a trace of sanity, knowing how much the change of the order would damage his prestige, Yi Zhixie did not rashly withdraw the cannon fodder who were attacking.

Even if he longs to peel off all these cannon fodder now, immediately, and immediately.

In this respect, Yi Zhiye is a qualified manager, cold-blooded, cruel, and knows what he wants.

"Someone, pass my order, let all the wolf soldiers block me in front of the wide mouth of Yanmen Pass.

Guangkouli is only allowed to enter and not allowed to leave today, and whoever dares to violate it will be killed on the spot.

The nobles of the Fuqu clan, the death of the condor shooter Fuqu Shi, someone needs to be responsible, and those lowly cannon fodder have been fed for so many years, and it is time to push out the sword. ”

After receiving the order of Yi Zhixie, the most elite troops outside the Yanmen Pass, the Hun wolf soldiers immediately rode the war wolf under the crotch to the wide mouth outside the Yanmen Pass.

The arrival of the wolf soldiers not only did not boost the morale of the old, weak, sick and disabled, but turned their last hope into despair.

The breath of death began to envelop the heads of all the old and sick people in the wide mouth.

For most of the next half a day, the war did not stop, and although the old, weak, sick and disabled people who were clearly abandoned in Guangkou had lost their fighting spirit, they still brought a lot of casualties to the defenders of Yanmen Pass who defended the city.

The thorns assigned to the knife and axe hands, under Wang Yu's unintentional targeting, only three of them survived until dark.

The sons of the good families who were most valued by Wang Yu and Feng He died in the lower triple digits, but the surviving sons of the good families have transformed into a new veteran after experiencing today's baptism.

After today, those veterans of the Xiliu Camp can already rest assured that they will be able to hand over their backs to these good families.

In addition to the lack of time for baptism, these good sons can be regarded as veterans of the fine willow camp.

The more than 100 veterans of the Xiliu Battalion, who could no longer stand up, more than doubled in number after absorbing these fresh blood.

After the Huns retreated at night, Feng He, who had fought for the old man, had already figured out how to integrate these high-quality soldiers into the Xiliu camp after the night fell.

The members of the energetic organization in the city who were forcibly captured by Wang Yu also took turns to participate in the defense of the city when the battle was not fierce.

I don't dare to say that these people have been reborn after defending the city today, but they have indeed improved a little, and they are no longer novices on the battlefield.

It was night, in the Yanmen Gate Tower.

The large butter candle burned and the smell was unpleasant, but it illuminated the entire gatehouse.

The two people with the highest status in Yanmen Pass: Wang Yu and Feng He, didn't even eat dinner after the Huns retreated, so they came here to start a meeting.

"Lord Taishou, our casualties today are close to 1,000, of which the old pawns account for one-tenth, the people and the good families account for two-tenths, and those ruffians and hooligans account for the remaining seven-tenths.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of casualties among the Huns is only ten times that of our others, and although there are reasons why they always seek their own death for some reason, the efforts of the soldiers under their command cannot be ignored.

I wonder if the extra rewards you promised them will ...... after today?" Feng He, who knew and loved soldiers, immediately targeted the rewards promised by Wang Yu for the soldiers under his command after leaving the battlefield.

As the captain of Yanmen in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Feng He didn't know that the price offered by Wang Yu was really a good thing for those ordinary soldiers.

Forget about those silver coins and fields, he Feng He has no shortage of them, but those martial arts cheats, even if the Feng family has its own inheritance that can go straight to the innate realm martial artists, they are also coveted.

Wang Yu didn't care about Feng He's cautious temptation: "Since the old man has already made a bid, he will definitely not deduct the soldiers' money for their lives, and let the Military Justice Department and the Military Merit Department start to count the merits of all the soldiers today."

When each of you has done his deeds today, let them report to my tent in front of my tent and get things according to their merits.

Remember one word, fair and just. If I find out that someone is using the soldiers' life money, eating the flesh and drinking the blood of the soldiers, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

In the face of Wang Yu's warning, Feng He patted his chest and swore that there would definitely be a situation of eating and drinking the flesh and blood of soldiers: "My lord, although we have a good record today, in fact, why it has become this situation is a little unclear.

How to deal with the Huns tomorrow, please take the lead tonight, and prepare early. ”

Out of habit, at the last moment of the meeting, Feng He maintained respect and asked Wang Yu for advice.

I thought I would hear it: 'This official is a civil official, and he is not proficient in the affairs of the army, so everything is left to you Captain Feng', Feng He, who was suddenly stunned after hearing the two words that came out of Wang Yu's mouth.

"Night attack. ”

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