Chapter 87 Before the Battle

The military ministers, Shanyu, the monarch and ministers, were very capable of escaping. Although Zhou Yang and the others tried their best, they still couldn't catch up. This was not the question of whether the Jianzhang Army was good at fighting, but the war horses of the Huns, the emperor and ministers were all good horses in a thousand. Their journey was not inferior to the Jianzhang Army's war horses. They could not defeat them, but they took advantage of their escape.

He chased after he almost arrived at the Xiongnu camp, and then Zhou Yang ordered the pursuit to stop. Once he got too close and the Huns rushed forward, it was not Zhou Yang and the others who pursued the Huns, but the Huns who pursued them.

This is the old nest of the Huns. Once they are brought up by the Huns, although they are not afraid, they are also troublesome. Zhou Yang decisively ordered to retreat immediately. Zhou Yang had a good plan. They had just withdrawn, and tens of thousands of people were raised in the Huns camp and began to pursue them under the command of Junchen Shanyu.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yang and the others had already gone far away at this time and could not catch up with them. Junchen Shanyu pointed at the south, cursed fiercely, and then gave up.

"Hey! Everyone blames me, everyone blames me!" Li Guang kept complaining along the way.

First, the shooting army minister Shanyu was only injured but did not take his life, which was a little bit short of it. Then, the shooting killed Zhongxing, saying that if the guards had not blocked the arrows with their bodies, Zhongxing said that he would have died.

He almost made a great achievement, and anyone would feel regretful. Li Guang almost regretted his intestines.

"Flying General, don't blame yourself. Didn't you seriously injured the Shanyu?" Zhou Yangkuan explained to Li Guang: "The Shanyu is extremely brave and has fought many wars in his life. He has never been injured yet. You have made great contributions. It will definitely be circulated in the future. The beautiful story of the flying general shooting the Shanyu arrows."

"Oh!" This matter will definitely be passed down through the ages and become an immortal legend. If Shanyu was shot and killed, this legend would be even more perfect, and Li Guang still felt very sorry.

"Flying General, you don't have to blame yourself, it's not that you have gained anything." Cheng Buzhi rode his horse with a smile, and behind him was a team of Jianzhang troops escorting a Hun.

The Huns were wearing luxurious fox fur, tall and bearded, and at a glance they knew they were the great figure of the Huns.

"Look, this is the right general!" Cheng Buzhi pointed at the Huns and said happily: "Minister of the Huns! One of them ran slowly and captured them alive."

The right general ranked behind the left general, and was the seventh person among the Huns. Even the important officials were captured alive. This was indeed a great joy.

"That's great!" Zhou Yang couldn't help but cheer. Although it was not the same as the Shanyu, it was the highest official of the Huns that the Han and the Huns had captured for decades, and their status was even ahead of the Zuo Daduwei.

"Right General, Right General, did you think of today when you were doing evil?" Li Guang did not blame himself anymore, and he couldn't even close his mouth. He rode his horse to the right general, stopped, and a pair of tiger eyes slipped around the right general, shining brightly.

The right general hung his head and lowered his eyebrows and eyes. The fierce look of the former massacre of the Han people was completely gone.

"The Zuo Gudu Hou killed us. Three tribal kings were killed, and two tribal kings were captured alive." Gongsun He Xizi continued to report the results of the battle.

The right general was captured alive, the Gudu Hou was killed, and the five tribe kings died and two prisoners were captured. Zhou Yang and his friends had a great harvest in this reconnaissance of the enemy situation, which was far beyond Zhou Yang's imagination.

In fact, when Zhou Yang left the camp and came out for reconnaissance, he never thought he would run into Shanyu. Today he was really lucky!

The Han army was so excited that they took the prisoners back to the camp.

Huns camp, in the king's tent.

Junchen Shanyu sat on the throne without saying a word, his face was gloomy, as if a volcano would erupt at any time.

I went out today to see the Han army's camp, but I didn't expect that I would bump into Zhou Yang head-on. This was an excellent opportunity to take the Han army's head-on, but my two thousand guards could not defeat the five hundred Jianzhang Army and missed this great opportunity.

Not only did they not do anything to Zhou Yang and the others, but they chased Zhou Yang and the others and fled in panic, and they were in a mess. When did the Huns be so embarrassed in front of the Han people?

That's not all. Even the right general was lost, he was an important official. Before the war, the loss of important officials would be too great to the morale of the military, and anyone would get angry.

The reason why Junchen Shanyu did not have an attack was because he was still enduring. The longer he endured, the more he became, the more he became.

At this time, Junchen Shanyu had Li Guang's big yellow arrow inserted on his left shoulder. Before he could pull it out, his left half of his body was covered in blood. It was not unexpected that he was very angry and scolded the person away.

Not only the military ministers, Shanyu, all the ministers felt that they were embarrassed and stood up honestly and did not dare to show off.

Yi Zhi stepped in sharply, and Junchen Shanyu asked with a gloomy face: "How are the casualties?"

"Bai Da Shanyu: The right general and two tribal kings were captured, and the left Gudu Hou and three tribal kings were killed. Thirty-four people were killed in battle, and the rest were injured. More than two hundred guards were killed in battle and more than three hundred injured." Yi Zhi's slanted tone was painful.

Five hundred The Legend of the Condor Heroes are very terrible existences. If they are struggling with them, it will not be a problem to kill them all. If the Junchen Shanyu had not been decisive in handling the situation and retreated decisively, the casualties would have been high.

Even so, the guards suffered five or six hundred casualties, which was shocking, but not the most heartbreaking thing about Junchen Shanyu. What made him most heartbreaking was that thirty-four people died of the Legend of the Condor Heroes. None of the Legend of the Condor Heroes was all treasures, and everyone was treasured. They were precious as their lives. Until the critical moment, Junchen Shanyu would not join the battle.

During the First Yanmen War, his The Legend of the Condor Heroes shot many times at Jianzhang's army, and there were heavy casualties and he never recovered from the old view. This time, there were so many casualties, how could he not feel sorry for him?

"hateful!"

Two words popped out from Junchen Shanyu's mouth. Although there were only two words, they were astonished as thunder, which made people's ears buzzing.

The ministers were shocked and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but finally did not vent their anger.

"Da Shanyu, hurry up and draw the arrow to cure the wound." Yi Zhixie reminded.

Junchen Shanyu did not speak, but gasped. After a while, he pulled out the scimitar and shook his wrist. A beautiful knife flower appeared behind him, cutting the yellow arrow. He grabbed the tip of the arrow with his right hand and pulled it hard. With a muffled groan, half of the blood-sprayed arrow suddenly appeared.

The blood on the shoulders was like water sprayed from the faucet, splashing everywhere, and the ground was red.

Junchen Shanyu was extremely brave. At this moment, his bravery was fully demonstrated. The cold sweat on his face oozed out like water, but he bit his lips tightly and did not moan.

However, his body kept trembling, and his face turned blue and purple, trying his best to endure the severe pain.

He was so seriously injured that no one would moan loudly, but he didn't say a word. This perseverance was shocking.

"Quick! Bandage the Great Shanyu."

The Huns were short of doctors and medicine, so they could only perform simple bandages. A few soldiers came over and bandaged the wounds for Junchen Shanyu. They were busy, but they could not stop the blood. The blood gushed out like water. Junchen Shanyu's face turned a little pale. If the bleeding could not be stopped in time, the blood would be too much, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

The ministers looked at me, and I looked at you, and I couldn't think of any way except urging a few soldiers.

It would be fine if they didn't urge them, but when they urged them, the soldiers became even more panicked and even more helpless.

The Zhongzhang said that he gritted his teeth and took a step forward, saying respectfully: "The Great Shanyu, the slave has a way to stop bleeding. However, this method is too painful."

At this time, the Central News Agency said that he was wearing ragged clothes, rather than wearing clothes, he was wearing cloth. The clothes on his body were broken and were all ground on the ground.

Not only was his clothes ragged, but he also had many blood marks on his body, and he was a bloody man.

Although he is in a mess, his life is always there.

"The Central Bank said, you tell me!" Junchen Shanyu tried his best to speak as smoothly as possible, but he was trembling slightly.

"The Great Shanyu, if you want the wound to stop bleeding, you can only burn it with fire." Zhong Xing said his voice was a little low.

The Huns lacked doctors and medicine, and there was no effective way to stop bleeding. Using torches to sinter the scars in the wound, this is indeed a good way, but it is a bit incredible.

"Burn with fire?" Junchen Shanyu frowned.

"Han Gou, shut up!"

"The words of the Great Shanyu and Hangou cannot be heard!"

The ministers yelled.

Junchen Shanyu said, "Zhongchang said, come and do it."

This is a great trust. The Bank of China said that tears rolled in its eyes and walked over happily, asking someone to get a pot of charcoal fire that was rising very vigorously, clamp it with two flesh-cutting knives and press it on the wound.

"Swish!"

Amid the heart-pounding sound of barbecue, wisps of blue smoke emitting.

The cold sweat on Junchen Shanyu's forehead rolled down like beans. He held the golden eagle on the throne tightly with both hands, without saying a word, which was really tough.

The ministers gritted their teeth when they saw it, and some even turned their heads and didn't dare to look.

The Central Bank said that the charcoal fire kept changing and roasting it on the wound. After the wound was roasted and scarred, the blood was indeed stopped. Junchen Shanyu encouraged: "The Central Bank said, you let go of the burn!"

The Central Bank said that he was very energetic, and responded and continued to burn the wound. When he finished burning, he was already sweating profusely. He put down the charcoal and staggered, and was almost exhausted. It seemed that it was not roasted on Junchen Shanyu, but on him.

When Junchen Shanyu made a gesture, the soldier stepped forward and helped Zhongxing say he left. He asked someone to wrap the wound. Junchen Shanyu moved slightly and couldn't stop the corner of his mouth, which hurt!

Although the bleeding stopped and there was no medicine, the wound was still painful.

"Come!" Junchen Shanyu began to reward: "I was given one hundred sheep, ten cows and ten slaves."

"Thank you, Da Shanyu!" Zhong Xing said, sitting on the short table, covered in sweat.

"Hou Chan'er!" Junchen Shanyu waved his hand and turned to Hou Chan'er: "Ben Shanyu can escape, so you are in time to guide Ben Shanyu. If you didn't call Ben Shanyu, Ben Shanyu had already died of the arrow of the Condor Heroes, you should be the Left Grand Commander."

"Thank you, Da Shanyu!" Hou Chan'er's tone was a little high. This was a high position, and it was his brother's official position.

"Your brother is the beloved general of my Shanyu. If you become the Zuo Daduwei, you should kill more Han people and avenge your brother!" Junchen Shanyu encouraged him.

"Don't worry, Hou Chan'er must kill more Han people!" Hou Chan'er was very excited.

"Yes!" Junchen Shanyu showed a hint of praise, and he still admired his younger brother, the beloved general Zuo Dadu.

"The Great Shanyu has a lot of discussions in the army." Yi Zhixie reported that the military minister Shanyu had abnormal behavior and had no intention of getting angry.

"What did they say?" Junchen Shanyu raised his thick eyebrows and his anger appeared.

Yi Zhixie did not hide it and reported honestly: "The Great Shanyu, they said that the Great Shanyu shot the Han people seriously and could not move. In my opinion, the morale of the army is unstable."

The monarch and ministers chased the Han army like frightened rabbits. This matter cannot be concealed and will be spread sooner or later. The injury of the military minister and Shanyu will definitely be revealed. This happened before the war, which will have a great blow to the morale of the army.

The consequences were too serious, and a minister immediately shouted: "They were chewing their tongues and fed them to the fierce dogs."

"If they don't take the harsh control, they don't know how powerful they are!"

"It's spread throughout the army. Killing alone cannot solve the problem. We have to find another way."

"You have a way?"

The ministers started arguing, some of whom were tough and some of whom were gentle. For a time, they fought hard, but there was no good deeds.

If the morale of the army is not stable, the consequences are too terrible, and killing is impossible. So many people are involved and killing randomly will lead to the morale of the army being even more unstable. However, there is no good plan, which makes Junchen Shanyu very troubled.

All of them are blamed for the hateful Han people. They are still ghostly and will run into them even when they go to inspect the camp!

The Central Bank said that he would sit on a short table without saying a word, as if the quarrels of the ministers did not exist, and he looked calm with his eyes and nose and heart.

Junchen Shanyu thought and shouted, "Don't make a noise. The Central Bank said, do you have an idea?"

The Bank of China said that Wei Yi bowed: "The Great Shanyu, this made the slave think of one thing."

"What's the matter?" Junchen Shanyu asked hurriedly.

"Da Shanyu, do you remember Emperor Gaozu of Han?" Zhong Xing asked back.

"The ancestor of the Han Emperor?" Junchen Shanyu laughed: "Who doesn't remember the Han Emperor who surrounded the great Maodun Shanyu in Pingcheng and almost became a prisoner of the Great Huns?"

Maodun besieged Liu Bang in Pingcheng was a proud event for the Huns, and it has been passed down for decades. When this matter was mentioned, the decadence of the ministers were swept away, as if Zhou Yang had just chased them and had not happened at all.

"Ha ha!"

The king's tent was filled with the proud laughter of the ministers. The laughter was extremely loud and reached the sky.

Until the ministers stopped laughing, time had passed, and Junchen Shanyu asked with a smile: "BOC said, why did you suddenly mention him?"

Although Liu Bang almost captured Maodun alive, the Huns were happy, but that was something decades ago. The Bank of China suddenly mentioned it, and there must be a reason. The ministers stared at the Bank of China.

"When the Chu-Han and Han Dynasty fought, Han Gao and King Xiang met in front of the formation. King Xiang shot Han Gao in the chest with an arrow, but Han Gao held his feet and cried. The Han army thought Han Gao was just a minor injury and his morale was not affected at all." Zhong Xing said something.

"Haha! This Henkel, I heard that he has been a greedy man, and is profit-oriented. He is a villain, it is true!"

"Is this the magical deception that you Han people believe in?"

"Little man! Despicable!"

The ministers seized the opportunity and ridiculed Liu Bang. Liu Bang was a laughing stock among the Huns, so why not ridicule them?

A hint of surprise flashed through Yi Zhixie's bright eyes: "I didn't expect that Henkel was so anxious and wise! No wonder he could have let the great Maodun Shanyu open his net back then."

"Zhongxing said, I understand what you mean." The man who was aware of the military minister, Shanyu, knew the elegant meaning when he heard the string song, stood up and said, "Come on the fox fur!"

His clothes had long been soaked in sweat. As soon as he stood up, he realized that the throne was covered with sweat stains.

The personal guard brought the fox fur. With the help of the personal guard, Junchen Shanyu dressed neatly and waved his hand and said, "Go!"

He strides out and takes the lead in getting out of the king's tent, and a group of ministers follow him out.

After walking a few steps, I heard a low voice.

"The Great Shanyu was seriously injured and could not dig the bow."

"Click the bow? I can't even eat mutton."

"The Han army came and the Great Shanyu was seriously injured. What should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, the Kunlun God will protect us!"

"Who said that the Chanyu could not open the bow or eat mutton?" A loud sound came from the ears of the soldier who was talking.

The soldier was surprised and turned his head to see who was not Junchen Shanyu? I saw Junchen Shanyu standing in front of him with no trouble at all, not like the rumored severely injured.

"Give me your bow." Junchen Shanyu stretched out his hand at a soldier. The soldier was shocked and handed a bow to Junchen Shanyu in a daze.

Junchen Shanyu tried to pull it, and suddenly shouted, and the bow was full of strings: "Is this considered opening a bow?"

"This..." the soldier was speechless.

Junchen Shanyu threw the bow back to him: "The order: Tonight, this Shanyu will drink with the warriors of the Great Huns!"

After saying that, he took a big step forward, and walked forward, as he was like usual, and saw a group of soldiers happily conveying the good news that the military minister Shanyu was about to have a carnival with the entire army.

Only the careful Yi Zhixie and Zhongxing said that Junchen Shanyu's steps were a little sluggish and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The bow was pulled, and Junchen Shanyu almost screamed out in pain, but he was extremely brave and pretended to be fine.

As soon as the news spread, the entire camp caused a sensation and the soldiers were busy preparing.

At night, the Huns raised campfires, roasted dried meat, and simmered horse breasts. For a moment, the aroma of meat dissipated and could be smelled dozens of miles away.

Junchen Shanyu did not make any mistakes. He led a group of ministers to work everywhere, eating mutton and drinking horse breasts with the soldiers, and was so happy. Looking at Junchen Shanyu who was eating meat and drinking with them, the Hun soldiers would not believe that he was seriously injured.

Taking advantage of the wine, the military minister Shanyu announced loudly: "The warriors of the Great Huns: Tomorrow, I will lead you to break through the Han camp! Kill all the Han people! Pipe the wolf flag of the Great Huns all over the land of the Han people!"

“Utra!”

“Utra!”

One after another, the sound of long live sounded, and the sound was so high that it went straight to the ninth level of heaven.

"I want to lead you to the heartland of the Han people! To the capital of the Han people, Chang'an! We will fight wherever there are Han people!" Junchen Shanyu said with a passionate place, waved his arms. His left arm moved, tugging the wound, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead again.

The extremely excited Hun soldiers did not notice any abnormalities at all, and shouted loudly, "Utra! Utra!"

The shouts soared into the sky made the earth tremble and heard them all over a hundred miles.

In contrast to the noise of the Huns camp, the Han army camp was silent, with no sound except for the sound of a trick.

In Zhou Yang's tent, Zhou Yang, Li Guang, Cheng Bushi, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian, Feng Jing, Qin Wuhui and others discussed military information together. Today, the right general was captured alive and forced to ask for a lot of useful information, which provided them with convenience.

While discussing, a shocking sound of long live from the Huns camp came from the sound of the earth, and the sound of the world was moving.

Zhou Yang stood up suddenly, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes shining brightly.
Chapter completed!