Chapter 13: Elimination of Wuhuan (Part 1)

Zhou Yang's handsome tent, Zhao Ponu came in panting, and Zhou Yang picked up a bag of horse breasts and handed them to him: "Drink some first and take a breath."

"Thank you, Marshal!" Zhao Ponu thanked him, took the horse's breasts, raised his neck, and the cow started to drink. The "cuckoo" sounded, which was even more fierce than the thirsty cow drinking water.

After a bag of horse breasts was drunk, Zhao Ponu's dry throat finally moistened, and then he said, "Master General, Wuhuan's troops were ordered to go north, but did not go north. They set up camp more than 400 miles in front of us."

"He is afraid of the Huns, right?" Zhou Yang shook his head, and a sarcastic look flashed across his face: "Birds of birds gather together, and birds are divided into groups. The master of the Donghu will have any kind of minister. The Donghu King is timid and afraid of the Huns, and the same is true for the Wuhuan leader. If the Donghu does not perish, how can there be a law of nature?"

"That's true." Zhao Ponu nodded in agreement: "The Wuhuan tribe feared the Huns like tigers and did not dare to go north."

"Master General, what should we do?" Li Guanghu raised his eyes: "Are we going to march, or wait for the Huns to destroy the Wuhuan?"

The Wuhuan army is not far from the Han army. It can arrive in one day at the speed of the Han army. If the Han army does not take action, the Huns will also take action.

The Han army would always take action, and the Wuhuan tribe would perish. However, there were pros and cons of both taking action and not taking action, and Li Guang could not grasp it correctly.

"Is there any movement in Wuhuan?" Zhou Yang looked at Zhao Ponu.

"Report to the Grand Commander, the Wuhuan tribe is now shouting and fighting to the death with the Han Dynasty." Zhao Ponu replied loudly, with his lips shattered: "Overbial power!"

Zhou Yang destroyed Donghu, and the only one used tens of thousands of troops. The rest of the Han army was crossing the Raole River. It took only two days to complete the entire crossing. Therefore, Zhou Yang did not lead the Han army to continue advancing, but was waiting for the Han army to cross the Raole River.

The Huns were not far from the Han army, only a distance of 1,200,300 miles, just a few days. Therefore, the Han army must be gathered together because a war could break out at any time and the troops could not be divided.

Even if the Han army was scattered, they were not afraid of the Huns. However, due to the dispersed forces, even if they defeated the Huns, the results were limited, which was inconsistent with Zhou Yang's idea of ​​destroying Hou Chan'er's army.

"Then there is nothing to say, march!" Zhou Yang pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and his eyes flashed: "If the Wuhuan tribe wants to fight the Han to the death, don't let them down!"

The Wuhuan tribe was provoked. If the Han army did not destroy the Wuhuan tribe, it would not intimidate the Donghu tribes. The Han army must destroy the Wuhuan tribes.

"No!" Wei Qing and the others took the order with a loud bang.

The order was passed down, and the Han army set out. Tens of thousands of Han army advanced, as if the surging sea tide was surging, heading towards the north.

The Wuhuan Camp is located on a field, with a radius of hundreds of miles. The soil here is fertile, beautiful and green grass, and it is a natural pasture. The northeast of the white mountains and black waters, with fertile soil and beautiful fields everywhere. This is just one of the pastures that many Donghu people yearn for.

The customs of the Donghu people are similar to those of the Huns. Whenever there are wars, the army is in front and countless herders are driving cattle and horses behind. On the one hand, it is for the convenience of grazing, but on the other hand, it is for the spoils of war. If the battle is won, the herders will become robbers and plunder everywhere.

The Wuhuan tribe is a large tribe of the Donghu tribe, which is not much different from the Xianbei strength. It has nearly one million people and more than one hundred thousand troops, all stationed here, with tents connected, one by one, I don’t know how many, I can’t see at a glance.

Among the countless tabernacles, there is a tabernacle that is the most conspicuous and particularly large. This is the tabernacle of the leader of the Wuhuan.

At this time, many people gathered in the tent, shouting loudly.

"King, we can't afford the Han people!"

"We must fight to the death with the Han people!"

"It's abominable for the Han people. How dare you destroy my Donghu!"

The destruction of the Donghu of Zhou Yang had already spread. After the Wuhuan leader received the news, he immediately summoned his ministers to discuss. These people came to discuss, and in a word, they would never surrender if they wanted to fight the Han Dynasty.

The leader of the Wuhuan was a man in his fifties, with a huge head, bright eyes, a beard and a huge mouth, looking quite majestic.

What he wanted most was not a war with the Han Dynasty, but another intention. These ministers yelled for a long time, but none of them understood his thoughts, and they couldn't help but frowned.

Scan the ministers and finally his eyes fell on a man. The man was thin, about thirties, and was dressed in fur and hat, with hair scattered behind his head, looking like a Taoist priest of Maoshan. This man only cared about drinking horse breasts and cutting mutton, but he didn't say a word, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

This person's name is Lu Liqi. He went to the Han Dynasty in his early years, read books from the Han Dynasty, and understood the strategies of the Han people. He was a confidant adviser of the leader of the Wuhuan.

"Mr. Lu Li, do you have something to say?" The leader of Wuhuan suddenly moved his heart and asked.

"King, all the words are right." Lu Liqi put down his silver knife, grabbed a piece of cloth, and wiped the oil on his mouth: "Now, the king has been captured by the Han people, and the Donghu has no master. If the king climbs up and calls, he will respond countless times. If the Han people can be expelled and defeated the Huns, the king will be the king of the Donghu!"

This is exactly what the leader of the Wuhuan wanted. Since he learned that the Donghu King was captured, he has been having this beautiful dream.

Although the Donghu is now in danger, with the Han army in the south and the Xiongnu in the north, the destruction is only within the guardians. However, power is the most tempting person. Even if he is the King of Donghu for one day, that would be good. The leader of the Wuhuan had this intention long ago, but no one said it.

When Lu Liqiu said this, he couldn't help but feel happy, and he picked up his beard: "What the sir said is very true, but the Han army is like a tiger, the Huns are like a wolf, and the Great East and the Hu people are attacked from the south and the south. How can we protect it?"

Lu Liqi's voice suddenly turned high: "Master, please think that whether it is the Han army or the Xiongnu, they have the intention to destroy me..."

"The Huns are hateful! The Han people are hateful!" The leader of the Wuhuan cursed angrily.

"The Han people are even more hateful!"

"It is said that he is here to save the Great Donghu, but he is here to destroy our country!"

The ministers started to scold again.

Amid the shouts of the ministers, Lu Liqi continued: "If you want to protect the Great Donghu, you are not helpless. You can drive away the ruthlessness and the tiger."

"Turn away the wolf and the tiger?" The leader of Wuhuan raised his eyebrows, puzzled, and asked, "What should I do?"

"The Huns and the Han people are enemies of life and death. They will fight each other when they meet. This is our opportunity." A look of pride flashed in Lu Liqi's eyes: "The king only needs to send two envoys, one to the Huns and the other to the Han camp, and he said that the king is willing to submit to them."

"Shut up!"

"We will never surrender!"

The ministers shouted and shouted.

"Stop talking, listen to the sir." The leader of Wuhuan raised his eyebrows, as if he had realized something.

"This surrender is just a temporary solution." Lu Liqi leaned back and sat more comfortably: "When they fight, we will act on the camera. If any family is at a disadvantage, we will help them."

"What do you mean by this? Help the weak?" The leader of Wuhuan couldn't figure it out.

"Master, please think, if we don't help the weak, but the strong, will they still kill the corpses and blood flow into rivers?" Lu Liqi asked back.

"A clever plan!"

"What a clever plan!"

A sound of praise came from the mouths of the monarch and ministers of Wuhuan.

If the Wuhuan wants to get the greatest benefit, he can only let the Han army and the Huns consume each other. The longer they fight, the more beneficial it will be to the Wuhuan, and he can only help the weak side.

This plan is indeed a clever plan.

"With sir, who will we join first?" asked the leader of Wuhuan.

"Whoever arrives first will join us." A cunning look flashed in Lu Liqi's eyes: "It is to protect us, and we should not kill them as soon as they meet. Of course, we must send someone to show goodwill to the other party."

"Good planning! Good planning!" King Wuhuan smiled, holding his beard and asked, "Who is closest to us?"

"Report to the king, it's almost the same." A personal guard came in to report.

"That's great!" Lu Liqi shouted so hard that the mountain was clattering, and he kept slamming his high fives: "It is most beneficial for us to arrive at the same time."

"Haha!" A burst of laughter came from the tent.

However, their laughter had not stopped, and a personal guard hurried in: "Report to the king, the Han army is approaching!"

"What? The Han army is approaching?" The Wuhuan leader's eyes widened, feeling a little unbelievable: "Didn't they say they still have some distance? Why is it so fast?"

"Report to the king, the Han army has indeed arrived, and it is just thirty miles away from us." The personal guards did not know why the Han army suddenly approached.

"Thirty miles?" the leader of Wuhuan exclaimed: "Where are our scouts? Why not report it early?"

The distance of thirty miles was just a breath of kung fu for the four-legged Han army. The Han army had already reached the doorstep, and Wuhuan had just discovered that it would be impossible to be surprised by the leader of the Wuhuan.

All his reconnaissance cavalry was killed by the Han army. Every time Zhou Yang marched, he would send elite reconnaissance cavalry to reconnaissance and shoot the enemy reconnaissance cavalry, and this time was no exception.

The Han army, who served as the scout cavalry, was very skilled in cavalry and shooting. Among them, there were many Jianzhang Army. The scout cavalry of the Wuhuan army was no match for them. They had already burned Gaoxiang without directly approaching the camp by the Han army.

"Hurry, send someone to see Zhou Yang and say that our Wuhuan tribe is willing to join the Han Dynasty." The Wuhuan leader reacted.

Immediately, someone rode a horse and greeted the Han army.

"rumble!"

The roar of thunder made the earth tremble. The Han army lined up in neat formations and drove forward, splashing large patches of smoke and dust, like dark clouds hanging from the ground, covering the sky and the sun, and not even the sunlight could be seen.

Zhou Yang rode on the wind chasing horse and looked at the Han army that was advancing, which was shocked.

The Han army was full of energy, with strong force and murderous aura. The 100,000 troops advanced, what a mighty sound! The flag was swirling, stretching like a painting, and the crowds were surging, making thunderous sounds, accompanied by the neighing of war horses, and a murderous aura.

"The leader of the Wuhuan army would be frightened when he learned that we were here!" Li Guang looked at the Han army that was driving in, feeling very relieved.

"Yes! Our reputation is so strong that it is impossible to be afraid of Wuhuan!" Gongsun Heda agreed with Li Guang's judgment.

"You are wrong, the leader of the Wuhuan will definitely be secretly happy." Zhou Yang came to fight and rejected Li Guang's conclusion.

"Master, you are as good as a god, and Mo Jiang admires it. But this time, Mo Jiang doesn't believe it anyway." Li Guang shook his huge head and believed it: "The stronger we are, the more unlucky Wuhuan will be. Can he be happy?"

"That's the reason!" Gongsun He echoed.

We can't blame them, it's true that no one can deny it.

Zhou Yang did not answer, but looked at Wei Qing who had been silent and smiled and said, "Wei Qing, please explain to them."

"No!" Wei Qing responded and explained to Zhou Yang: "When the leader of Wuhuan comes, the stronger we are, the more beneficial it is to him..."

"We obviously want to destroy him, so how can we benefit him? The more we talk, the more we get lost!" Li Guang became more confused as he listened.

"For Wuhuan, if you want to protect yourself, you can only be at your best." Wei Qing ignored Li Guang's interruption and then explained: "On the one hand, he sent someone to meet the general, claiming to join the Han Dynasty; on the other hand, he sent someone to meet Hou Chaner, saying that he would join the Huns. No matter which side, he would not kill him, and he would have a chance. Taking advantage of the opportunity of our war with the Huns, we should attack and kill each other and fight for consumption, and he finally came to clean up the mess."

"Isn't this Bian Zhuang a sting tiger?" Li Guang suddenly realized and cursed angrily: "What a vicious thought."

"It's very vicious, but the general will not be fooled!" Wei Qing made a final decision with this.

"Yes, yes!" Li Guangshen agreed: "The general has seen through it, how could he be fooled?"

"Report to the Grand Marshal, Wuhuan is here." Zhao Ponu rode his horse over to report.

"Here you come so soon?" Gongsun He couldn't help it.

"This is not called fast, this is called slow. We are all approaching the Wuhuan camp." Wei Qing commented: "Although the leader of the Wuhuan used the right strategy, this slowness will surely lead to destruction."

"Call him here!" Zhou Yang nodded slightly, agreeing with Wei Qing's comment. The Han army was approaching the camp, and the Wuhuan leader used this strategy. The reaction speed was too slow.

Zhao Ponu responded and hurried to lead the people. After a while, Zhao Ponu turned around and followed a Wuhuan man, who was about forty years and was dressed in fur and fur hat, and was shrewd. He flew off the horse and bowed to Zhou Yang to greet him: "I have met the commander-in-law."

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yang waved the horse whip in his hand and made a false sound.

"Master General, my Wuhuan tribe is willing to join the Han Dynasty!" The envoy explained his purpose.

"Haha!" Zhou Yang laughed to the sky, and his horse whip was whipped on the messenger's shoulder: "Okay! How can I not agree to this? Go back and tell your leader, and just say what I said, and ask him to hand over the army and be led by me."

"Master General..." The messenger's heart was thrilled, and he felt a big deal.

The army is the lifeblood of the leader of the Wuhuan. Isn’t it killing him if he wants to hand over the army?

"I only give him a cup of tea to make a decision. Once time passes, I will attack!" Zhou Yang said lightly.

"Master, this..." The messenger was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"I can't understand a small trick of surrender?" Zhou Yang sneered and shouted: "Boom out!"

A team of Han soldiers came over and bombed the envoy out.

Zhou Yang's last words were like a huge hammer hitting his heart. He was full of plans and thought that Zhou Yang would agree, but unexpectedly, he could not be shocked by Zhou Yang's discovery. If he hadn't been pushed by the Han soldiers, he would have fainted on the ground.

"Haha!" Li Guang and the others were also sneering behind him.

"Tell me the order: set up a formation and prepare for the battle!" Zhou Yang ordered loudly.

As soon as the order was passed, the Han army began to form an array. The Han army formed a very fast formation. In a short while, it formed a formation. Under Zhou Yang's command, the huge military formation was scattered and overwhelmed towards the Wuhuan camp.

This place is only about ten miles away from Wuhuan Camp, you just need to press forward for a while.

"King, this plan is amazing!"

"As long as Zhou Yang agrees to us, his death will be near!"

In the big tent, the Wuhuan king and minister laughed proudly, drank wine and ate meat, and were extremely happy.

Once this plan is successful, it will not only protect the Wuhuan tribe, but also go further. The Wuhuan leader is the king of the Donghu. These ministers, who are meritorious ministers, will have more cattle and sheep, more slaves, more ranches, and a bright future.

"Come on, do it!" The leader of Wuhuan raised the golden bowl and touched the ministers from afar. Advancing to become king was his dream.

In the past, when the King of Donghu was there, he could only think about it. Now, the King of Donghu is gone and the Xianbei has been weakened. Who else can do if he doesn't become a king? When he thinks of this, the leader of Wuhuan's eyes are full of wonderful stars, as if he has become the King of Donghu.

"Do it!" The ministers and the Wuhuan leader met with each other and drank dry.

"Report to the King..." The envoy who was ordered to go on a mission quickly stepped in and knelt on the ground.

Before he could speak, the leader of the Wuhuan asked impatiently: "Is Zhou Yang allowed it? Haha!"

"It must be agreed!" The ministers were extremely happy.

Lu Liqi grabbed a piece of mutton proudly and stuffed it into his mouth.

"No!" The two words "Envoyant" seemed to be thundering under the nine grounds, shaking everyone's ears and their eyes were staring out, like stone sculptures.

"What did you say? Isn't it accurate?" The leader of Wuhuan woke up for a long time, thinking that something was wrong with his ears.

"Yes, king! Zhou Yang has seen through it!" The messenger replied loudly.

"Nonsense! How could he see such a clever plan?" Lu Liqi didn't believe it at all. This person was above his gaze and thought he was extraordinary. It was really difficult to ask him to accept his plan and Zhou Yang to see through it.

"It's true!" The messenger hurriedly said that he had passed by.

The leader of the Wuhuan sat down dejectedly, his eyes were dull. He was full of plans and Zhou Yang would definitely accept his surrender. Unexpectedly, this was the result. The demise of Wuhuan was right in front of him. He was as if he was struck by lightning, his body trembled and he couldn't even speak.

The ministers were also stunned. They all turned into stone sculptures, and the joy just now disappeared.

"King, send someone to surrender to the Huns." Lu Liqi woke up first and loudly reminded the leader of the Wuhuan.

"Surrender? Surrender? Is there a way to survive if you surrender?" The leader of the Wuhuan shouted like a mosquito and grabbed his hair hard: "That's a hundred thousand Han army! One hundred thousand! He has arrived outside our camp, what can we resist?"

That was a hundred thousand elite Han army, and it was already forced to the doorstep. With his military strength, it was impossible to defeat the Han army. A wave of despair surged into his heart, and he felt dizzy, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"King, the Huns are not far from us, only one day away. As long as we can hold on for one day, the Huns will arrive and we have hope." Lu Liqi said loudly.

The Han and the Huns are the enemy of life and death, and they will fight to the death as soon as they meet. If the Wuhuan can persevere and the Huns arrive, they will definitely fight with the Han army and their chance will come.
Chapter completed!