Chapter 90: Defeat the Huns (Eight)

The current war scene is already fierce enough, the bloody smell in the air is strong enough, and there are enough corpses... To this extent, it can be said that the tragic battlefield has been fully demonstrated.

But this is not enough, far from enough!

As soon as the sky was dawn, the Huns who were holding their heads and running in the wrong direction also fled north. The Huns came more and more, in groups, like ants.

The Han army intercepted and killed everyone everywhere, and everyone had their eyes red, like a blood-sucking beast.

From yesterday morning to now, it has been a whole day and night. The Han army has not rested or slept, and has been fighting. The physical strength, energy and mental strength are consumed so much that it is almost at its limit. If it weren't for the high morale and strong fighting spirit that supported them, they would have been unable to hold on.

Even so, the swords swung by the Han army were no longer as powerful as before, and their battle horns were not louder than before, because their voices were hoarse.

Even so, they were still slashing and howling. Even if their throats were broken and there was no sound, the roaring momentum was still there!

The hungry Han army waved the Han sword, cut off bloody horse meat, and put it into their mouths.

He held the horse meat in his left hand and chewed it heavily. He waved the bloody Han sword in his right hand and slashed it out of devils!

Tens of thousands of Han soldiers were gnawing horse meat and wielding Han swords, just like tens of thousands of devils rushing in and out of the defeated Huns, creating death at will!

The corpses on the ground are increasing, the blood in the air is getting stronger, and the tragic tragedy of the war is getting stronger, because the massacre is still continuing!

Huns camp.

At this time, the Huns camp could no longer be called a camp. The former tent was connected, and the scene that could not be seen at first sight no longer existed. There were overturned tents and flames everywhere.

The Huns were gone, and either escaped or died under the sword of the Han army. There were only the tired faces of the Han army, and the battle horn soared into the sky, "The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

The battle roar went straight up to the sky, making the earth tremble.

Although tens of thousands of Han soldiers were exhausted, they were happy Mo Ming waved his arms, shouted loudly, and exuded his joy to the fullest.

At this moment, the Han army had only joy, and as long as they were alive, they would shout.

The seriously injured Han soldiers lay on the ground and shouted.

Some Han army even took their last breath after roaring. Although they were gone, there was a smile on the corner of their mouths. They defeated the Huns in a head-on battle. What's the regret for life?

"Master!" Feng Jing was covered in blood, bloody man and blood horse, and shouted from afar.

"Mr. Feng." Zhou Yang's man is a bloody man, and the horse is a bloody horse. He looked tired and leaned on the saddle and gasped, and could fall off the horse's back at any time.

"Master, are you injured?" Feng Jing came nearby and exclaimed: "So many injuries?"

At this time, Zhou Yang looked like a hedgehog, with dense arrows inserted on his shoulders, arms, legs, and back, and many knife wounds.

During the melee, swords and guns were blind and the arrows flew across the board. If one was not good, he would be injured. Zhou Yang had more than a dozen injuries.

"Injury?" Feng Jing did not remind him that Zhou Yang was highly concentrated and could not feel the pain. After he mentioned it, he felt that his whole body was so painful that he felt like he was burning and his hands were soft and he could no longer hold on and fell from the horse's back.

A blood lake could be seen everywhere on the ground, with a strange red light under the rising sun. Zhou Yang fell and fell into a blood lake that was not big or small, splashing a large piece of blood, which was particularly enchanting.

"Master!" Feng Jing exclaimed, flew off the horse and was about to help him. He also suffered a lot of injuries, with several arrows inserted into his body. This time, the attack of the horse touched the wound and kept baring his teeth.

"It's okay!" Zhou Yang tried hard to speak steadily, still trembling.

"Don't make a sound!" Zhou Yang reminded him, and raised the Han sword with difficulty and cut the arrows. He cut off several branches in a row, but the arrows on his right arm could not be cut off anyway.

"Mr. Feng, do a favor!" Zhou Yang handed over the Han sword.

"Master!" Feng Jing was so excited that tears burst into tears in his eyes: "Master, you have to be treated quickly. If you don't treat it, it will be too late."

"Not that serious!" Zhou Yang shook his head and said, "After this battle, everyone will be injured. It's not my turn to cure it. There are many brothers who are seriously injured than me. I'm just a skin injury and will be healed in a while. Don't worry. Skin!"

"Master, I, I..." Feng Jing hesitated for a while, and finally raised the Han sword and cut the arrow off.

"Master, hold it over, I'll pull out the arrow." Feng Jing grabbed the arrow shaft with his left hand and was about to take action.

But Zhou Yang stopped him: "Don't move! That's it!"

"Master General, you are in charge of the safety of the entire army, and you can't delay it!" Feng Jing was so excited that he was a little loud.

"It is precisely because I am in the safety of the entire army that I cannot pull it out." Zhou Yang said another passionately: "As soon as this arrow cluster is pulled out, a lot of blood will be shed and it needs to be treated. Time is tight now, and there is no time to treat the wound. Zuo Xianwang's 50,000 troops are still there, so I can't waste time. Just bandage me a little."

Zuo Xianwang's 50,000 new force was indeed a sharp sword hanging over the head of the Han army. No one knew when he would pounce on him. Only by disposing of him could the Han army be truly safe.

Feng Jing had to admire Zhou Yang's thoughts. He was injured so seriously, but he still did not forget the overall situation. He tearfully smeared his clothes and bandaged Zhou Yang.

He didn't even have any medicine for injury, so he could only bandage it so quickly, which also relieved Zhou Yang a lot of pain.

"Mr. Feng, bear it, I'll help you with it." Zhou Yang held the Han sword tightly.

"Master Xie." Feng Jing sat in front of Zhou Yang.

"Master, let me do it!" Zhao Ponu had red eyes, and tears were all in his eyes: "Master, you are so injured, you are still holding on. Woo woo!"

He is a tough guy, even if he holds a knife around his neck, he will not frown. However, as the commander, Zhou Yang is so touching that he does this? He can't help but shed tears.

Zhao Ponu was also injured, with several arrows inserted into his body.

"Okay! You will deal with it to Lord Feng, and I will deal with it to you. After the disposal is done, we will set off." Zhou Yang nodded.

Feng Jing moved forward, Zhao Ponu sat behind him, raised the Han sword to help Feng Jing cut the arrow. Zhou Yang waved the Han sword in his hand, and an arrow fell to the ground.

The three of them cut off the arrows, and no one pulled out the arrow cluster, nor did they use Jinchuang medicine, but simply bandaged them.

As Zhou Yang said, their injuries were nothing compared to the seriously injured soldiers. Although the Han army won a great victory in this battle, the cost was not small. There were many seriously injured soldiers, and they were too busy to treat them. Although Zhou Yang prepared a lot of medicinal materials, it was still not enough.

"Send Hong Ling to report the victory to the emperor!" Zhou Yang bandaged the order while giving the order.

"Master, how much do you pay for?" Feng Jing gritted his teeth and endured the pain, trying his best to speak steadily.

"Report 100,000." Zhou Yang pondered for a moment.

"Master, we don't know the number of beheadings now. Is it not good to claim 100,000?" Zhao Ponu reminded.

"Where is the time, no one can count it." Zhou Yang was helpless: "The emperor is waiting for the good news. As long as it is the good news, it's good. Let's talk about the detailed numbers of the beheadings later. First, report 100,000 yuan to reassure the emperor. Well, you have to report the lack of medical treatment and medicine to the emperor."

Emperor Jing was looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to good news, otherwise it would be more accurate to report later.

It’s hard for Feng Jing and Zhao Ponu to talk about it, so the matter was decided.

"Also, pass on the mission, gather immediately and prepare to set off." Zhou Yang supported the Han sword on the ground and tried hard to support it. However, his legs were weak and he worked hard several times without success.

Feng Jing and Zhao Ponu helped Zhou Yang up, and the two worked together to carry Zhou Yang onto the horse's back.

Nowadays, Zhou Yang has lost too much blood and it is difficult to ride a horse. Once he rides on the horse, he will stagger and will retreat at any time.

"Hurry, find a car and let the general take a ride." Feng Jing immediately ordered.

"No need!" Zhou Yang stopped him: "Tie me to the horse with a rope. We must act quickly and arrive before Zuo Xianwang reacts."

The speed of riding a horse was not fast enough to ride a car, and Zhou Yang did not want to drag down the speed of the march.

"Master General, Zuo Xianwang is the meat placed on the chopping board, and he can't escape." Feng Jing advised.

"If Zuo Xian King comes north, I will be relieved. What I am worried about is Zuo Xian King running away." Zhou Yang's thick eyebrows were tightly tied: "If Zuo Xian King wants to escape, we are a tired army, and we are not short of war horses now. However, our riding skills are much worse than those of the Huns, and it is difficult to catch up with them."

"Don't worry, Grandmaster, where can Zuo Xian King escape?" Zhao Ponu didn't take it seriously.

"To the north, we will bump into us head-on. Although we are exhausted, we still have a crossbow formation in our hands, which is enough to deal with him." Zhou Yang was confident and turned the subject: "To the east, it is impossible. There is only one way, that is, to retreat to the northwest and to the Hetao land. This is the best strategy for Zuo Xianwang at present. If I were Zuo Xianwang, I would retreat to the Hetao land."

"This..." Feng Jing and Zhao Ponu were speechless all of a sudden.

The strategic position of Hetao is extremely important. It is Guanzhong in the south and Chang'an, the capital of the Han Dynasty. To the east, it is the north. The Zuoxian King retreated north. Although it can cause a lot of trouble to the Han army, it will inevitably lead to the misfortune of the disaster. If it goes northwest and retreats to the Hetao area, it is a good idea.

"Zuo Xianwang is cautious, and it is very likely to be like this!" Zhou Yang concluded: "So, this time, we are not going to Antao, but to the southwest."

The Han army was in the north and went southwest, just blocking the retreat of Zuo Xianwang.

"No!" Zhao Ponu took the order, and I will pass on the death sentence now.

Feng Jing tied his clothes into cloth ropes and tied Zhou Yang to the horse's back.

As soon as the order was passed, the Han army began to assemble. This was after the war, many people were injured and died in the war. In addition, they were exhausted, and the Han army's assemblage speed was far faster than normal, although the Han army did their best.

Feng Jing glanced around and found that the Shanyu tent was not far away, and smiled and said, "Master, let's go to the tent to have a look."

The king's tent is a symbol. The Han army does not need orders, and no one will set fire to burn it. Therefore, it has been preserved.

After calling for a night, I hadn't entered the tent to see it. Zhou Yang was moved and happily agreed: "Okay!"

After slapped the horse on his back, the war horse marched, and the two rode together and soon arrived at the tent.

At this time, the tent of the king had long lost its former temperament. The golden eagle on the top of the tent had long been seized by the Han army. Although it was well preserved, it was crooked and could collapse at any time.

When the Han army in front of the tent saw Zhou Yang riding his horse, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. Zhou Yang waved his hand and asked them to go there, rode the war horse and went straight into the tent.

The tables in the king's tent are still there, no longer neatly placed, but are chaotic, either tilted or overturned.

The most conspicuous one is the throne of the Chanyu, which is still so golden and majestic. The golden eagle on the throne is even more golden, as if it is about to break through the sky.

The military minister Shanyu wanted to take the throne away, but soon he caught up with the Han army. The Huns threw the throne down and fled. After the Han army seized it, they moved back to the tent, which was covered with a lot of dust and mud.

"Not bad!" Zhou Yang praised: "This throne is well-cast!"

"Haha!" Feng Jingchang smiled and said, "Master, this throne has been passed down in the Huns for many years, and there are countless Chanyu sitting on it. If we talk about age, the throne is even longer than the imperial seal of the Han Dynasty, and much longer."

The imperial seal of the Han Dynasty was the imperial seal of Qin Shihuang. After Qin Shihuang unified the country, he ordered the jade worker to carve the Heshi Bi into the imperial seal. After the Qin Dynasty fell, the jade seal eventually fell into the hands of Liu Bang and became the imperial seal of the Han Dynasty.

If we talk about the year, the jade seal of the Han Dynasty was less than a hundred years. The throne of the Shanyu was several hundred years, or even more, and it was possible for thousands of years. As for when it originated, there was no written record of the Huns, and it had been submerged in history.

This throne is not only a token of the Xiongnu Shanyu, but also a symbol. It is now seized by the Han army. It is of great significance and it is not an exaggeration to praise it no matter how much it is.

Zhou Yang was very happy. He drew out the Han sword and tapped it on the throne a few times, making a crisp metal impact sound, which was very pleasant. The blood on the Han sword had not solidified yet, and every time he hit it, a blood mark appeared.

The throne is high in the Huns and cannot be looked up to, but now it is the throne with blood.

If the Xiongnu Shanyu knew about this, I wonder what he thought?

"The throne is bloody! OK!" Feng Jing praised the high-high, and his mouth was closed: "The tokens of the Xiongnu Chanyu include the throne, the golden eagle on the tent, and the golden scepter. Now, the throne and the golden eagle on the tent have fallen into our hands. Only the golden scepter is still in the hands of the Chanyu, and sooner or later it is ours!"

The capture of the token of Shanyu was too important. Feng Jing became more and more excited as he spoke, his tone became higher and higher, and he was a little sharp and sharp.

"There is another one, you didn't say it." Zhou Yang smiled and said, "The King of Shanyu has also been seized by us!"

"Yes!" Feng Jing slapped his forehead and opened his mouth and cracked into a lotus: "Where is the king's flag, the Chanyu is there. Now, the king's flag is in our hands, where is the Chanyu? Haha!"

The more I talked, the happier I became, and I couldn't help but laugh happily.

"How happy will the emperor be when he sees these?" Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows and began to imagine.

"That's all right, it must be extremely happy." Feng Jing said with a smile: "The shame of Emperor Gaozu Pingcheng and the humiliation of Empress Gao can be washed away from then on! After so many years, the shame finally snows!"

He looked up at the sky, and a long roar expressed his great ambitions!

The shame of washing away the city of Xueping and the humiliation of Empress Gao was the wish of many great men. It was just now that they came true. The excitement in his heart was far beyond the description of his writing!

Not to mention that Feng Jing was so excited, even Zhou Yang was so happy.

The Han Dynasty was a powerful dynasty, very bloody and created the heroic spirit of the strong Han Dynasty. The saying "Those who violate the strong Han Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away" has been passed down through the ages.

However, at the beginning of its establishment, the Han Dynasty was in a state of extreme humiliation. The founding emperor Liu Bang surrounded Pingcheng and almost captured Maodun alive, but could not avenge his shame. Maodun sent a letter to tease Empress Dowager Lu, and Empress Dowager Lu was very angry. However, the Han Dynasty's national strength was not good, so he could only bear it and had to reply to a humble letter.

This is not only the hatred of the royal family, but also the shame of the entire nation! How many men and patriots want to wash away this shame! How can we wash away this humiliation!

However, over the past decades, the Huns suppressed the Han Dynasty and could not wash the snow at all.

And now, all these dreams have become facts!

When the Huns were defeated, the token throne, king flag, and golden eagle of the Shanyu tent all fell into the hands of the Han army. Is there anything more thorough and more enjoyable than this avenging shame?

All this was done by Zhou Yang, and was the result of Zhou Yang's plan and was completed under Zhou Yang's command.

Zhou Yang's excitement was indescribable even if he could only use all his words. His chest was swelling sharply, and he was breathing heavily, and he felt dizzy and beautiful.

This feeling is really good!

Although I have been born and died, I have been suffering from many traumas and exhausted, it is worth it! It is definitely worth it!

"Report to the Grand Marshal: Brothers gather together and complete it!"

Zhao Ponu's voice sounded. His eyes were staring at the throne, which was particularly bright.

Taking a breath, Zhou Yang forced himself to calm down, pulled the reins, turned his head, and came out of the tent: "Tear down the tent, don't damage it. Protect the throne and offer it to the emperor when offering victory!"

According to the ancient war rules, if you win a battle, you must present the tokens of the captives and enemy leaders to the emperor.

"No!" Zhao Ponu responded happily, looked at the throne again, and sighed in his heart: That is the throne of Shanyu!

Although the Han army had been assembled, it had no past sanctions and had a sense of tragic spirit.

Nowadays, the Han army is trapped by fatigue and disability. Zhou Yang's Han army is injured, either with arrows or scars on its body.

Some of them have lost their arms, some have their legs, some have their ears, some have their eyes, and some have their noses... There is no one intact.

However, they still set out one formation after another, with a fierce fighting spirit in their eyes. As long as Zhou Yang gave the order, they would still move forward. Even if it was a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire, they would rush forward.

How tragic this is!

Zhou Yang felt his nose sore, tears rolling in his eyes, and almost burst into tears. This is the man of the Han family!

He is full of blood and is known for his courage to fight and fight, and has created a Han family who has been glorious for thousands of years in China!

"Brothers: We won! We defeated the Huns!" Zhou Yang raised his right hand and kept waving: "We defeated 500,000 Huns! We beat us to ashes!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

The Han army's battle horn is still so loud, although it is loud and hoarse!

"We seized the throne, king flag, king tent, and golden eagle of Shanyu! Shanyu fled in panic!" Zhou Yang drew his right arm with force: "We are the Han family!"

"Han's son!"

"Han's son!"

The roar of soaring into the sky sounded again, reaching the ninth level of heaven.

A Han family man, a title that has been passed down through the ages, was born like this!

Historically, the Han family roamed the desert, swept across Liaodong, galloped in the Western Regions, and rode horses to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau... Wherever the Han family roamed, there must be flags everywhere, and China's reputation was thousands of miles away from the foreign land!

"Zuo Xianwang's 50,000 troops are still in Antao. The Han men will destroy him!" Zhou Yang waved his right hand and issued an order to set off.

"Han's son!"

Amid the shouts of soaring into the sky, the Han army set out.

At this time, they were hungry and they did not make a fire to cook, which would have cost them time. They ate raw horse meat, which was cut off from death with a Han sword.
Chapter completed!