Chapter 78: Capture Shanyu alive

The actions of the Huns must be punished, and this wind must not be long. This is called majesty and Wei Qing handled it appropriately.

"Kill all the Huns!" The Han army received the order and all the killings were killed.

At this time, the Huns had no power to fight back and could not even escape. They could only stand up straight, watching the Han army's sharp blade split their bodies, and felt the coldness coming from the blade, which was so scary.

The Han army's massacre was extremely fierce, and it was even more terrifying than the farmers harvesting straw. The Huns fell in pieces.

Looking at the bodies of the Huns who were pushed down by people like piles of straw, Yi Zhixie's heart was pounding. If it weren't for him, these Huns who had lost their fighting spirit and were ready to surrender to the Han Dynasty would not have died. This was all because of his arrival, which brought disaster to them.

At the last moment of the Huns, Yi Zhixie was completely disheartened. The Zuo Xianwang, who had been decisive in the past, no longer existed. He was like an indecisive old lady, who could no longer be cruel. He only felt that every time the Han army slashed on the Huns, it was slashing on his heart, and he kept trembling.

"General Wei, I beg you, please give up your hands and spare them! If you want to kill and cut them, come on me! Come on me!" Yi Zhixie's last thought was to use his life to exchange the lives of the Huns.

"Hmph!" Wei Qing snorted coldly, like a thunder thunder, shaking his eardrums, and scolded loudly: "Yi Zhixie, do you know your heartache? Do you also know that you can't bear it? When you killed my people, did you think of today? Have you ever heard their wailings? Have you ever felt soft because of their begging?"

When the Huns were strong, they plundered the Han people everywhere and killed countless people. The Huns slaughtered the Han people in an extremely tragic way. I don’t know how many Han people died under the Huns’ scimitar.

The Huns regarded massacre of Han people as fun, and often drove the elderly, weak, women and children together, released fierce dogs to chase them, and then rode horses and waved scimitars to shoot the Han people like prey or chop them to death.

At that time, the Huns enjoyed the wailings of the Han people and their screams before their death, but they did not have any pity.

Yi Zhixie asked Wei Qing a sentence and was speechless. This was an ironclad fact. Even though he was full of mouth, he had no way to start.

"As the Huns are humans, I, the Han people, are not humans?" Wei Qing shouted sharply, as if thunder was thunder, with great power: "Kill! Whoever pleads for Yi Zhixie, kill! Whoever protects Yi Zhixie, kill! Whoever Yi Zhixie sympathizes and pitys, kill!"

Wei Qing said one by one, and he said how many words of killing were said in one breath. Yi Zhi heard each word of killing in his ears, as if thousands of thunders roared in his ears, making his mind buzzing.

The Han army fully implemented Wei Qing's orders and ruthlessly massacred the Huns, killing countless deaths and wounding.

Yi Zhi looked at it in his eyes and was shocked in his heart. His heart seemed to be torn apart, and it was in pain. He couldn't help but cover his chest. He pursed his lips tightly, for fear that a mistake would cause trouble to the Huns.

However, he didn't say anything, but Wei Qing did not let him go. He only said lightly: "Yi Zhixie, if you dare to escape, I will kill all the Huns, and no one will be left! They sympathize with you and cover you, and I will kill until they are convinced! You open your eyes and look at me, I will kill them, and I will catch you again!"

Wei Qing is really a devil, and he can also think of such a tormenting idea. We can't blame Wei Qing, we can only blame the Huns for not treating the Han Dynasty as human beings and slaughtering them like pigs and dogs. After accumulating hatred for so many years, how can we not make people angry?

In this way, Yi Zhi was speechless. He could not escape. It was a torture to stay and watch the Han army massacre the Huns. If he was cruel and irresponsible, it would not be impossible. But where could he escape? Besides, it would be meaningless for him to escape. Rather, it would be better for the Huns to live a few more times, so that he would feel better.

The Han army had been massacre of the Huns for a long time, and Yi Zhixie had seen a lot of it. It can be said that he was already numb. Even if there were more Huns dead, Yi Zhixie would not be sad. However, this was the last moment for the Huns, and there were not many left of the Huns. As the Zuoxian King of the Huns, Yi Zhixie's only idea was to let the Huns survive more.

Wei Qing grabbed his mind and tortured him psychologically.

"You guys, hurry up and say, you are convinced!" Yi Zhixie was nervous, and he plucked up Yu Yong to give advice to the Huns.

"Your instigation is not counted! Kill!" Wei Qing shouted sharply, dispelling Yi Zhixie's thoughts.

Under the fierce massacre of the Han army, Yi Zhi couldn't bear it and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he closed his eyes in pain.

"Yi Zhi closed his eyes and killed!" Wei Qing had too many entitlements to massacre the Huns.

"You are the devil!" Yi Zhi opened his eyes helplessly and accused Wei Qing.

"I want to be a devil now, a devil who will make the Huns afraid forever!" Wei Qing took the initiative and accepted Yi Zhixie's accusations calmly.

At the last moment, you must not leave any thoughts of resistance for the Huns, even if it is a little bit. Wei Qing's treatment was right. Yi Zhixie could only open his eyes wide and watch the Han army massacre the Huns. His heart was bleeding. This was the most painful moment in his life. The degree of pain was far beyond the great defeat of the Great Wall and Longcheng was surrounded.

At this critical moment of destruction, if the Huns could preserve the seeds of resistance, the Huns still had hope, and perhaps they would raise the Huns' flag again when a good opportunity comes in the future. This is the most important measure that the Huns should take at the moment and the last hope of the Huns.

Wei Qing's goal was achieved, and the Huns would always surrender to the Han Dynasty. When they mentioned the Han Dynasty, they would change their color and dare not resist. In other words, the Huns' last hope was cut off.

The killing was going on in Yi Zhixie's pain. The Huns finally couldn't bear it anymore. They knelt on the ground, stretched their necks, and wailed: "We are willing to surrender! We are willing to surrender! We swear with the great Kunlun God, and we will always be loyal to the great Han!"

Everyone was extremely pious, kowtowed hard, and their foreheads hit the blood, splashing beautiful blood flowers, magnificent and sad!

The Huns finally accepted. From then on, they would no longer have any luck. It would be meaningless to continue killing. Wei Qing waved his hand and the Han army stopped massacre and was on guard.

Yi Zhixie knew that the Huns were finished, they were completely finished. It was only a matter of time before the Huns were destroyed by the Han army, and Yi Zhixie was not surprised. What made him miserable was that the Huns had no chance to make a comeback because they had surrendered Wei Qing and dared not have any unfair intentions, even a little bit.

Yi Zhi covered his face with his hands slanted. He wanted to hold his head in pain, but he wanted to cry without tears, so he could only howl. The howling sound was like a night owl, shrill and harsh, and it was hard to describe the sadness, and it had touching power.

If he had just cried like this, the Huns would have sympathized with him and protected him. At this time, they were all as cold as stone sculptures, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

Wei Qing's eyes were like swords, slowly sweeping over the Xiongnu. The Xiongnu lowered his head in fear and did not dare to contact Wei Qing's eyes.

The Huns were convinced! The attack was convinced from the bones!

Wei Qing slapped the horse's back and walked slowly, and came to Yi Zhijing's face, looking at Yi Zhijing, who was crying like a woman who had been giving a hundred rounds, and laughed loudly: "Yi Zhijing, you cry! The Huns have no hope!"

"There is no hope for the Huns" is exactly the reason why Yi Zhixie was heartbroken and wanted to cry without tears.

Looking at Yi Zhixie, Wei Qing suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed: "Haha!"

The laughter was extremely comfortable and the comfort was hard to describe. This battle not only killed a lot, but also conquered the hearts of the Huns. This is the foundation of eternal success!

If you cannot conquer the hearts of the Huns, then no matter how much victory you win in this battle, it will be just a temporary achievement. Only the foundation of eternal foundation is the most rare!

Yi Zhixie, the Zuoxian King, the second-ranked figure of the Huns, fell into the hands of the Han army in sadness and disappointment. This was a huge victory.

"Where is the Shanyu? Where is the Shanyu?" Wei Qing grabbed Yi Zhixie and was very excited and happy. He opened his mouth and closed his thick black eyebrows. He was turning upwards. This is a huge joy, who can't be happy?

However, Wei Qing was not satisfied and searched for Junchen Shanyu. Only by capturing Junchen Shanyu could this war end and be perfect.

At the same time, there were cheers in the Han army and the sound of joy continued, and the Xiongnu officials were arrested.

"I captured the Right Xian King alive!" Gongsun He threw the Right Xian King like a dead dog into the blood, splashed a tent of blood, waved the knife with a ring head, and was so excited that he followed the rooster crowing on the beam of the roof. His neck was stretched long, comparable to a giraffe.

The Youxian King, the third figure of the Xiongnu, is second only to the Zuoxian King Yi Zhixie. How can it be a good thing?

"King Zuo Guli caught me!" Gongsun Jian carried King Zuo Guli like a dead dog. He looked around and sneered, and mocked him: "Where are you the majesty of slaughtering my people? Why has it disappeared?"

"The King Youguli has been arrested!" Qin Wuhui was so excited that he opened his mouth, and he was so happy that he could not express his joy. He was a remnant of the Qin Dynasty. He had been dealing with the Huns in Hetao for so many years, and dreaming about how to defeat the Huns. Now his dream has become real. He personally captured King Youguli, the No. 5 figure of the Huns.

Looking back on the past, how many Qin soldiers and Qin people fought to defeat the Huns, but unfortunately the demise of the Qin Dynasty made their dreams fail. His participation in this battle was to represent the participation of Qin soldiers and Qin people. He caught King Youguli, which was the glory of Qin soldiers and Qin people.

"Ancestors, you can rest in peace! The Huns have defeated it!" Qin Wuhui looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes, and told the ancestors that the spirit in heaven!

"General Zuo is arrested!"

"The right commander arrested!"

"The Zuo Gudu Hou captured me alive!"

Every time the cheers sounded, a Hun official was arrested. The cheers continued, and the Hun officials were arrested. This greatly stimulated the Han army and cheered with all raised their throats.

The war is at the moment, and the last thing to do is to capture the Huns' officials. The soldiers of the Han army are all happy.

In front of Maodun’s grave, Zhou Yang stood on Maodun’s grave, listening to the cheers, and was very relieved. With his efforts, he couldn’t help but straighten his chest, raise his head, and be full of energy!

This is the most joyful moment when Zhou Yang came to the Han Dynasty!

The Huns suffered a disaster for thousands of years and finally defeated the Han Dynasty! With Zhou Yang's hard work and Zhou Yang's contribution, who can't be happy at this time of success?

Zhou Yang was restrained. If he changed someone, he would definitely jump on the beam of the roof to imitate the crowing rooster.

"Master, we succeeded! We succeeded! We defeated the Huns!" Zhang Tong waved the heavy Mo Dao and cheered, tears burst out from his eyes.

The long-cherished wishes of many Chinese men include Zhang Tong's ancestor Zhang Liang. In order to defeat the Huns, Zhang Liang exhausted his efforts and prepared for the Han Dynasty. Now, at the moment of success, Zhang Tong couldn't help but look pious and told Zhang Liang's spirit in the sky: "The great-grandfather has knowledge of the spirit in the sky. The Han Dynasty defeated the Huns! Defeat the Huns!"

"Where is the Shanyu?" After hearing this, Zhou Yang said the name of the Huns' officials from time to time while cheering. It was because there was no military minister Shanyu, and he couldn't help but frown and he was a little worried.

Junchen Shanyu must be captured alive before he was said to be perfect. He is indispensable to the funeral of Emperor Jing of Han. Junchen Shanyu took advantage of the Han Dynasty's funeral and wanted to send troops to attack the Han Dynasty. If he caught him and let him kneel in front of Emperor Jing's tomb, it would be perfect! This is a great satire to Junchen Shanyu and the best comfort to Emperor Jing's spirit in heaven!

With the character of the military minister Shanyu, if he finds a short-sighted view at this time of defeat, it will be imperfect and Zhou Yang will not be worried.

Zhou Yang opened his eyes wide and searched among the Huns. The Huns were in a mess and could not find the military minister Shanyu for a moment.

"Master, did you find Shanyu?" Zhang Tong's eyes widened and searched around.

"Not notice!" Zhou Yang shook his head and searched. Suddenly, Zhou Yang's eyes lit up and he said, "It's there!"

"Where?" Zhang Tong looked in the direction of Zhou Yang's finger, but found nothing. Junchen Shanyu was a different figure than an ordinary person. Although he became a thin dog, he still could not hide his unusualness. It was not difficult to find him.

"Look at it, it's a little different." Zhou Yang pointed ahead and explained to Zhang Tong: "There is a small gap there, and the Shanyu must be there."

Zhang Tong looked carefully and found that there was a small gap in the Huns pile, without the Huns. At the moment of chaos, the Huns were crowded with people and shoulders, and there was no gap. The appearance of this gap was particularly conspicuous.

"Master, didn't you see the Shanyu? Even if he was there, he should be able to see it!" Zhang Tong had good eyesight, his eyes were almost cracking, and he didn't even see the shadow of Junchen Shanyu.

"He was not standing, he was sitting, maybe kneeling!" Zhou Yang was very sure.

"Sit?" Zhang Tong was a little unbelievable and pointed his hand at the messy Huns: "Master, look, there are so many Huns, and the Shanyu is sitting, but he still has to step on the meat paste?"

In such a chaotic situation, as long as someone falls to the ground, he will step on it into a meat pie. His words make sense.

"The Shanyu was defeated, and the relatives were separated. The Huns hated him and were not even interested in stepping on him. Only then did they leave him far away and have this gap!" Zhou Yang jumped violently, jumping down from Maodun's grave like a tiger, and shouted: "Go! Take the Shanyu!"

"Catch the Shanyu?" This is what the soldiers like to hear the most. He couldn't help but be excited when he heard this, and shouted loudly: "Catch the Shanyu! Catch the Shanyu!"

Under Zhou Yang's leadership, the Han army went down the mountain like a wind. What was left in front of Maodun's tomb were the war drums of the Han army and the flag of the Han army. Maodun, the greatest Shanyu of the Huns, had his tomb the most sacred, but at this time, it was a place where no one cares about it and was desolate!

The mountain road was full of the bodies of the Huns. The blood had not solidified yet and was still flowing. Zhou Yang and the others ignored him and quickly went down to the foot of the mountain. Under Zhou Yang's leadership, they quickly rushed to the hiding place of Junchen Shanyu.

"Master!"

"Master Zhou!" Along the way, the Huns had a stiff smile on their frightened faces, and they greeted Zhou Yang in a flattering manner.

Zhou Yang, the most terrifying enemy of the Huns, killed the Huns and blood flowed into rivers and corpses piled up like mountains, and was a demon in the eyes of the Huns. However, at this moment, the Huns did not dare to have such an idea. In the minds of the Huns, Zhou Yang was the cutest person because their life and death were in the hands of Zhou Yang and they dared not not please him.

"Haha!" In the past, when the Huns mentioned Zhou Yang, they would curse him, but today they made a big turn of 180 degrees, and they actually flattered Zhou Yang. This shows that the Huns were really afraid of Zhou Yang, Zhou Yang, just afraid of the Han Dynasty, just afraid of the Han army.

This is a complete victory! It can be said to be a perfect victory!

Zhou Yang felt a little strange and awkward when he heard the Huns' contempt. He was used to the Huns' insults, but at first glance, the Huns were very stiff and he was really not used to it.

"Master, great!" Zhang Tong raised his thumb and praised him: "The Huns are afraid of the general! If they are afraid of the general, they are afraid of the general!"

"The Huns are also afraid!" The soldiers were very happy. The Huns have never regarded the Han people as humans. In their eyes, the Han people are pigs and dogs, and they are allowed to slaughter them. Is there anything more happy than this in the Huns who try to please Zhou Yang?

Zhou Yang's eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the Huns. His eyes were like sharp swords. The Huns felt like they were digging their hearts and their hearts. They lowered their heads independently, and were frightened, as if their young wife saw a violent husband.

There was no need for Zhou Yang to give in. The Huns automatically gave up a way for Zhou Yang, and Zhou Yang and his party walked effortlessly on the chaotic battlefield.

"Master, are you looking for Shanyu? He is there!" A Hun was brave enough to show off to Zhou Yang and betrayed the military minister Shanyu.

Following the direction of his finger, it was indeed the place where Zhou Yang judged. Zhang Tong had to accept it, and Zhou Yang knew it clearly.

As soon as someone flattered, some people were unwilling to fall behind. The Huns pointed at the place where Junchen Shanyu was, and began to please him, scolded Junchen Shanyu, and vented all their dissatisfaction with Junchen Shanyu.

Zhou Yang and the others soon came to the gap and saw a thin bamboo pole kneeling on the ground, shaking, pale, no blood, and no angry. A big mouth cracked, as if he wanted to cry, but his eyes were wider than a copper bell, and there was no tears in his red eyes. He was begging for no way to cry, and he wanted to cry without tears. Who else could there be if he wasn't Junchen Shanyu?

"Is this still the Shanyu? How can I look like a thin dog?" Zhang Tong was surprised and stared at Junchen Shanyu with his eyes wide open. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it. The person in front of him was Junchen Shanyu, who was once a heroic and bravest in the three armies. Junchen Shanyu in front of him was not angry at all, and his dusk was so dull that it would be difficult to associate him with the sun and moon, the kings of the kings, and the Great Huns of the Great Huns.

"What you are talking about is the ambitious Shanyu with a strong army in his hand! The people at present are defeated soldiers and defeated their troops, destroyed their country and destroyed their race, and have no anger and no hope for the zombies!" Zhou Yang looked at the Junchen Shanyu, very happy.

"Catch Shanyu alive!" Zhou Yang waved his arm suddenly and roared.
Chapter completed!