Chapter 14: Waiting for labor with ease

Above the desert, the fields are vast and vast. The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the scenery is beautiful.

"Get it!"

A chaotic sound of hoofs broke the tranquility of the desert. Countless Donghu people rode their horses and fled south in a panic. They looked shocked on their faces and turned around from time to time, as if the god of death was chasing them behind them.

"Don't you get rid of the Huns?"

The person speaking was a middle-aged man in his forties, fur-clad and fur-haired, extremely tall and full of cheeks. At first glance, he looked extremely mighty. However, his face was full of panic and his eyes were full of fear, which had nothing to do with the mighty.

He was the leader of the Xianbei Murong clan, named Murong Yuan. The one who fled south with him was Murong's remnants. Since he was attacked by Hou Chan'er, Murong's family has lost their souls and courage. They have never had a moment of peace except for escaping but still escaping for life.

"Sir, I've got it off!"

A personal guard replied loudly, with excitement in his words and joyful expressions on his face. Looking at his appearance, he wanted to sing a song.

These days, the remnants of Murong's tribe have been living in panic. The Huns are like cowhide that cannot be shaken off, sticking tightly. Wherever they escape, the Huns chase after them. Sometimes, as soon as they have just roasted lamb, the Huns have arrived, and have to throw away the roasted lamb and run away on hunger. The Huns don't have to do anything at all, just eat ready-made lamb and drink warm horse breasts.

Sometimes, they just fell asleep and the Huns arrived again, and had to escape in a hurry.

Over time, they were like frightened birds. Whenever there was a turbulence, the Huns came to kill themselves, which scared themselves and often scared to death.

"Huh!" Murong Yuan let out a long sigh and said with joy: "I finally got rid of it! I got rid of it!"

"Sir, where are we going?" the guard asked tentatively.

It is certainly a joy to get rid of the Huns, but the Xianbei Mountains can no longer go back, and it has become the world of the Huns. The Murong tribe is now homeless.

"Let's go south!" Murong Yuan pondered for a moment: "Why haven't the Han army come yet? Didn't the king send someone to ask for help?"

Murong's tribe has been running for life and has almost lost contact with the outside world. He still does not know that the Donghu has perished. The Donghu King has become the king of the devastated country and sent it to Chang'an.

"The Han people are too slow!" The personal guard complained. Now they are placing their hope of survival on the Han army. The Han army has not been delayed, which makes them very upset.

"rumble!"

The sound of thunder came, and Murong Yuan's first reaction was: "The Huns are here, run away!"

The Murong tribe chased the Huns like dogs, and they had long been devastated. When they heard this, they would run away when they hit a horse.

"Isn't it right?" Before he ran far, Murong Yuan pulled the reins and stopped, and said in thought: "The Huns got rid of us, how could they come so quickly!"

"Sir, the sound of hooves came from the north, it was the Huns, that's right!" The personal guard hurriedly reminded.

"It's the north! Escape quickly!" Murong Yuan looked north and saw a dark cloud hanging from the ground wherever he could see. The dark clouds in the sky were like an angry dragon, rushing towards the south.

The one who chased from the north must be the Huns. His last trace of luck was gone and he ran away when he hit a horse.

After escaping for a while, Murong Yuan turned around and looked back. He didn't look at it. When he saw that he almost fell off the horse's back. He saw a smooth water line rushing towards them in the distance. They rushed forward, not only not to widen the distance, but instead became closer and closer to the Huns.

"Run! Run!"

Murong Yuan slapped the war horse desperately, and the war horse neighed and ran away.

In desperation, he beat the war horse hard, but not only did he not keep a distance, but he was getting closer and closer to the Huns.

I saw countless Hun wolf flags appearing in the north, stretching in the wind. Under the wolf flag, the Huns carry bows and arrows, snails hang on their waists, and chase after them.

The Huns had a large number of people, no less than tens of thousands, but their formations were neat and there was no chaos during the Mercedes-Benz. This was very different from a few years ago. During the Great Wall Battle, although the Huns had formations, they were far from being compared with the present. They could be said to be far behind.

This formation is not much worse than the Han army that has strict orders.

In the wolf flag, a big banner is particularly conspicuous. A tiger general under the banner has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his body is like an iron tower. He controls a horse and gallops, like a moving iron tower, with a terrifying voice.

It was the commander of the Huns' Eastern Expedition, Hou Chan'er. Today, Hou Chan'er is more sophisticated, mature and steady than before. The tiger's eyes are shining, as bright as the scorching sun above the nine heavens.

Hou Chaner had a long and thick hard bow on his back, a thick and long strong arrow in the quiver, a scimitar on his waist, and a thick mace on his weapon.

His aura was powerful, and his height was so terrifying that at first glance, he looked like a god who was in the ordinary world.

A war horse like charcoal under his crotch, a tall and majestic horse. You can tell at a glance that it is a divine horse that is incredible. As he ran, it was like a red sun drifting, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Hou Chan'er!" Murong Yuan's throat made a gurgling sound, and his scream did not rush out of his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach.

Hou Chan'er, for the Donghu people, it was a nightmare. This man was brave and good at fighting, and he was very skilled in archery. I don't know how many Donghu warriors died at his hands. When he saw him, Murong Yuan and the others seemed to see a devil, not far from the end of the world. Many Murong tribes were so shocked that they even forgot to fight and run away.

"That's Murong's remnant! Kill!" Hou Chan'er waved his hand.

“Utra!”

The Huns burst out with a shocking roar, took off their strong bow, took an arrow, and rushed towards Murong's remnants.

The sound of long live shocked the earth trembled, as if thousands of thunders were roaring in his ears. Murong Yuan was so shocked that he almost fell off the horse's back, if he hadn't grasped the horse's hair tightly with both hands.

"rumble!"

Murong Canteers saw the sound of hooves like thunder, the smoke and dust like an angry dragon, and the ferocious Huns. Murong Canteers saw it, their mouths widened, their eyes widened, and they even forgot to scream.

These days, he has been hunting the Huns countless times, but he is not so close to the Huns, let alone Hou Chaner arrived in person, and they are in despair.

The hard bow in Hou Chan'er's hand was curved like a crescent moon, and three arrows were placed on the string, aiming at Murong's remnants.

"Bang!"

Three arrows were carrying the strong wind and shot at the three Murong soldiers. Although there were only three arrows, they made a loud sound of breaking through the air, as if dozens or hundreds of arrows were flying.

These three soldiers from Murong's troops had no power to dodge and penetrated their chests. The bright arrow pointed out of their backs, and blood dripped from the arrows from time to time.

"Swish!"

The sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the Huns' arrows weaved into arrow nets, covering Murong's remnants.

The nomadic peoples on the desert are very different. The Huns are as cruel as wolves, while the remnants of Murong's tribe are as panicked as sheep and cannot resist them at all. Just one round of arrows, the Murong's tribe suffered a lot of casualties.

After a few rounds of arrows, the Huns collected their bows and arrows, picked a thick wooden stick from the hook of the weapon, and it was sharp and extremely sharp. This was the latest weapon of the Huns, the iron-hearted tree stick.

The Huns originally wanted spears like the Han army, but the Huns lacked iron and could not have built so many spears, so they could only be replaced by Iron Heart Tree. Iron Heart Tree is extremely hard, and after treatment, its hardness has increased greatly. Although it is still much worse than the spears of the Han army, it is still very effective when used on the battlefield.

Back then, the military minister Shanyu led his army to the west and equipped a large number of iron-hearted wooden sticks, which caused a lot of hardship in the Western Regions.

The Huns lined up in neat battle formations, with wooden sticks pointed in front of them. Although they were not as shiny as the Han spear, they were also extremely terrifying, just like thousands of hungry poisonous snakes.

Murong Canmen saw it and was shocked in his heart. They knew how powerful this wooden stick was. Since the Huns' expedition in the east, they have killed the wooden stick countless times and blood flowed into a river. Whenever they saw this wooden stick, it felt like a knife was placed on their necks.

These were all inventions by Zhou Yang. They were used to deal with the Huns, but they learned them from the Huns. If Murong Yuan knew the causes and consequences, he would not know what he thought about?

“Utra!”

The Huns roared, held a wooden stick and rushed towards Murong's remnants.

Tens of thousands of people charged with wooden sticks, how shocking it was. Murong Yuan saw it in his eyes, as if he saw thousands of poisonous snakes pounced at him, shaking in shock, and could fall from the horse's back at any time.

Amid the rumbling hooves, accompanied by the sound of the Huns, the Huns finally rushed up, and the wooden stick in their hand pierced into Murong's body without mercy, making a heart-wrenching scream.

The remnants of Murong had no fighting spirit and no formation, and they fought for themselves. If they were to fight for the Huns, they would be a mess, and they would be in chaos.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of his body hitting the ground kept ringing, and Murong's remaining troops fell off their horses, and thousands of corpses appeared on the ground.

“Utra!”

The Huns were as powerful as rainbows, and they roared long live, and pulled out their scimitar and slashed.

The scimitar shines and emits dazzling light under the scorching sun, like mirrors, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

Murong's troops, like the Xiongnu, used scimitars since childhood, and their sword skills were not necessarily worse than those of the Xiongnu. However, they were defeated soldiers, lost their spirits and courage, their morale was low, and their morale was dispersed. How dare they compete with the Xiongnu's sword skills? They could only be the one who had a rat in his head.

This was simply a one-sided massacre. The remains of Murong's family had no power to fight back. Under the chopping and slaughter of the Huns, countless casualties were killed and injured.

Hou Chaner was the most brave. A mace weighing dozens of pounds was as easy as four ounces of cotton in his hand, making him fly up and down like a hot wheel. Murong's remnants were injured when they hit him, and died when they hit him, and there was no general at all.

Wherever the marquis children pass, there must be blood in the ground, corpses in the ground, and the miserable appearance of broken tendons and broken bones and splattering brains, which is terrible.

However, Hou Chan'er's eyes were red, and she was very happy to stick out her tongue, looking like a bloodthirsty maniac.

"Ah!" Looking at Hou Chan'er who was rushing towards him, Mu Rongyuan screamed in fear and whipped the war horse hard. The war horses cried out from time to time and ran wildly.

However, his war horse was not as fast as Hou Chan'er's war horse. He saw the war horse neighing under Hou Chan'er's crotch, loud and majestic, flying up like the scorching sun. During a few ups and downs, Hou Chan'er chased behind Murong Yuan, raised the mace in his hand and smashed it down hard.

Looking at the mace smashed down on his head, Murong Yuan burst into tears and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Give up your life! Give up your life!"

"The Great Huns don't need timid people!" Hou Chan'er's mouth cracked, and she was extremely disdainful.

"Bang!"

As blood splashed, Murong Yuan fell down his horse. His head had turned into rotten watermelon. Blood mixed with snow-white brain matter flowed out, red and white, dyeing the ground red.

Under the command of Hou Chan'er, the Huns were as if they had entered a state of no one. They didn't take much time to kill Murong's remnants, leaving no one left.

The Murong tribe, hundreds of years later, in the era of the Five Barbarians invading China, invaded the Central Plains and almost unified the Chinese tribes. In this way, they disappeared and only existed in history.

Even if Hou Chaner did not destroy Murong's tribe, Zhou Yang would kill them all. Zhou Yang would never leave this disaster. Hou Chaner took action, but instead saved Zhou Yang's trouble.

Hou Chaner pulled the reins of the horse, stopped the horse, pulled off Murong's fur coat, cleaned the mace, and hung it on the weapon hook.

"King Zuo Guli." A middle-aged man rode his horse. He had a dark and dense beard under his chin. It was Ahu'er. Ahu'er became the little prince of the military minister Shanyu because of his mother's relationship several years ago and became the right general. Until now, he is still the right general and has not been promoted.

Although he has not been promoted, after several years of experience, he has become more shrewd and capable.

"Right General, what's wrong?" Hou Chan'er's voice was like a bell, shocking his eardrums.

"Haha!" Ahu'er said with a smile: "King Zuoguli, now the Duan tribes of the Xianbei, Tuoba, Yuwen, are angry, Tuofa, Tuyuhun tribes have been wiped out by us. Their tribes, cattle and sheep, have all returned to the Great Huns. Once the Murong tribe is destroyed, the Xianbei no longer exists, we fight beautifully!"

"A group of mobs, it's not enough to win!" Hou Chan'er raised his eyebrows, and his tiger's eyes shone brightly: "It's not too late to be happy again after defeating the Han army!"

The smile on Ah Hu'er's face was a little stiff, and she said a little embarrassedly: "King Zuo Guli, you..."

"My brother's revenge has not been avenged yet, how can I forget it? I will not be happy for one day if I don't kill Zhou Yang for one day!" Hou Chan'er's eyes seemed to spit out fire. The two words Zhou Yang were bitten very heavily, and her fists were clenched.

A few years ago, Zuo Daduwei advanced and shot Zhou Yang, but no one ran away. Zhou Yang even returned Zuo Daduwei's head to Junchen Shanyu, but also attached a letter, which was so sarcastic that the Huns had always been a great humiliation.

Hou Chan'er was so angry that she gritted her teeth, thinking about killing Zhou Yang to avenge his brother and waive the shame.

"Report to King Zuo Guli: The Wuhuan envoy is here." The personal guards came on horseback and reported loudly.

Hou Chan'er glanced at the embarrassing Ah Hu'er and said, "Call him here!"

The personal guard responded and rode his horse away to lead the Wuhuan envoy, and quickly turned around.

The Wuhuan envoy was a man in his thirties. He was quite wise and bowed to the Hou Chaner and said, "I have seen King Zuo Guli, and the Wuhuan tribe is willing to surrender to the Great Huns."

"Okay!" Ahu'er was overjoyed and secretly applauded. If Hou Chan'er hadn't been here, he would have called out loud. Ahu'er's temperament was a little different from the straightforward personality of the Huns. He had a little more twists and turns and would not speak in front of Hou Chan'er.

"Come on! I've cut it!" Hou Chan'er said coldly.

"King Zuo Guli, I came to surrender, why did you kill me?" The Wuhuan envoy was very puzzled. He surrendered and should be rewarded. Hou Chan'er actually wanted to kill him. What's the reason for this?

"Hmph!" Hou Chan'er snorted coldly, "You have a good idea, and you want to kill two birds with one stone. How can you hide it from me? If I am not wrong, you surrender to the Great Huns and the Han people. You want to fan the fire during the war and let us beat you to the death. You will benefit from it."

"This..." This is the case, and the Wuhuan envoy was speechless.

Hou Chaner waved his hand, and his personal guard dragged the messenger down, raised his knife and moved a head.

"King Zuo Guli, are you so sure?" Ahu'er didn't believe Hou Chan'er's conclusion.

"Over the years, in addition to practicing martial arts, I have also studied military books by Han people. Han people are hateful, hateful, but Han people have good military books and gained a lot. The Han people's skills, techniques, deception, and power are extremely particular." A sneer flashed across the corner of Hou Chan'er's mouth: " Such a despicable plan cannot be hidden from me, nor can it be hidden from Zhou Yang. If I expected it to be good, Zhou Yang would definitely lead the army to attack Wuhuan's troops. I will lead 30,000 elite troops to rush there, and you will lead the rest of the troops to come from behind."

After a moment of pause, Hou Chaner's eyes flashed with sharp light and his hands were tightly clasped: "The Wuhuan army has more than 100,000 troops. If it is not good, it is not a problem to entangle for a day or two. While they are fighting, I suddenly attacked Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang, I have been waiting for you for several years! This time, even if I can't defeat you, I will make you suffer a big loss! Humph!"

Zhou Yang was a nightmare for the Huns. The Huns cursed Zhou Yang, called Zhou Yang a devil, and cursed Zhou Yang to die early. If the Marquis gave birth to these Wushis, I don’t know how many times they asked the great Kunlun god to punish Zhou Yang. Unfortunately, the great Kunlun god has never appeared, and Zhou Yang lives well.

For Hou Chan'er, Zhou Yang was his enemy, and he would be revenged for killing his brother.

Hou Chan'er led 30,000 elite troops and rushed straight to the south.

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In Wuhuan camp, Zhou Yang rode on the Fengfeng horse and looked at the camp. Outside the camp, there was a red color, stained with blood from more than 100,000 Wuhuan troops.

This battle shocked the Wuhuan and completely achieved the goal of intimidating the Donghu tribes.

Next, it's time to fight the Huns.

"Master General, let's go north and fight with the Huns!" Li Guang couldn't help rubbing his hands, impatiently: "Hou Chaner, have your archery skills improved?"

Li Guang was always worried about Hou Chan'er's escape from his arrow and never forgot to fight Hou Chan'er again. The light flashed in the tiger's eyes, which was even more fierce than the scorching sun above the nine heavens.

"Yes, Grandmaster, hurry up and march!" Gongsun He also urged.

There has been no war with the Huns for several years, and Gongsun He and his friends are itchy, and they are eager to fight with the Huns now.

"Wei Qing, what do you think?" Zhou Yang did not answer, but instead asked Wei Qing.

"Master, as far as the last general is concerned, we cannot go north." Wei Qing talked and knew that it was Zhou Yang testing him: "The ultimate goal of the Xiongnu sending troops to the Donghu this time is still us. Wherever we are, the Xiongnu will chase him. We might as well retreat fifty miles to camp, wait for the arrival of the Xiongnu!"

The Huns captured the Donghu in one fell swoop. It not only strengthens their own strength, but also restrains the Han Dynasty. The Han army entered the hinterland of the Donghu, and Hou Chaner would definitely not miss the opportunity. If they wanted to fight the Han army, the Huns would chase him wherever the Han army was. Instead of spending their efforts to go north, it would be better to choose a suitable place to camp and wait for the Xiongnu to arrive.
Chapter completed!