"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty! It's just a long way from here to Heifengkou. Even if they set off overnight, it will take at least a day and a night. Will they have time to build fortifications?"
After seeing the conversation started, Zou Yang finally spoke.
"Yuan Qing, you only have three days. This is the limit I can drag you to. In three days, the Huns army will arrive, and everything will be up to you!"
Liu Deng thought carefully for a long time, then looked at Yuan Qing seriously and said.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, three days is enough! The military situation is urgent, and the general will set off tonight!"
"Very well, then I'll leave this matter to you!"
Liu Deng took a deep breath. Everything depends on people and God. Everything depends on Yuan Qing's luck.
"promise!"
Yuan Qing responded and happily went out to prepare his troops.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Huns won't give us that long. We still have to be careful that the Huns fight to the death..."
If they really allowed tens of thousands of people to be massacred by the Huns under their noses, I'm afraid the world would not let them go.
As the saying goes, people talk about cutting bones, and everyone's words are used to make gold, and a warrior is as fearful as a tiger, let alone Liu Deng, a prince and king.
"Don't worry, how can this thing be so cheap? Could it be that he thought that by letting the people in the city go, I would be able to let him leave safely? If I really did that, the military minister Shan Yu would be suspicious. Got it!"
When it comes to deceiving people, what is false is true, and what is true is false. How to switch between false and true depends on one's personal cultivation.
Although Liu Deng is not a master, he should be more than enough to deal with the military minister Shanyu.
"Go down with the order, raise my king's flag, and tell the Huns that my king has arrived!"
A group of robbers rushed to his house, killed people and set fire to them, and finally thought of letting the hostages go and leaving safely. Nothing in this world is so cheap. If they were not allowed to leave something behind, it would be Liu Deng's fault. ?
"promise!"
Du Ziteng responded, then took a coiled dragon flag from outside the tent and walked towards the flagpole in the middle of the camp.
This banner was not easy to come by. It was given by the emperor after Liu Deng defeated the Huns last time.
With this flag, Liu Deng can be half a step ahead when he and other princes and kings are walking side by side. This is the honor bestowed upon him by the emperor!
Since the dragon flag was raised, the morale of all the Han soldiers has been greatly boosted. Their king has arrived, and the end of the Huns is not far away!
This is the character Liu Deng has accumulated for himself along the way. As long as he stops here, his morale will naturally rise.
The morale of the Han army was naturally high, but the Huns' side turned into a misery. Shanyu, the military minister, had begun to regret. Why did he stop to negotiate with Guan Fu? It would be better to just rush out in one go!
Or, if I followed Temuna's advice and left the city all night last night, I wouldn't be stuck here now...
But it was too late to think about this now. He began to silently figure out how to negotiate with Liu Deng in order to obtain the greatest benefits...
After all, he holds the lives of tens of thousands of people in his hands, so Liu Deng should not dare to act recklessly...
"Give me the order to be on guard. If the Han army dares to make a sneak attack, just push those Han people out and kill them in public!"
The military minister Shan Yu ordered with a sinister look.
"promise!"
After hearing this order, all the Huns stared around carefully with red eyes. They waited until the next morning, but there was still no movement from the Han army.
"Come here, give me the order to collect the bones of the soldiers who died in the battle... Separate five thousand people, choose a cemetery for them in the west of the city, and bury the civilians who died in the battle and the soldiers who defended the city..."
Liu Deng took a deep breath. He was not in a hurry now. After all, he was still on the side defending the city. The Huns were trapped in the city. He had the advantage. If he wanted to talk, he should let the Huns come to him.
"promise!"
Guan Fu and Zou Yang responded at the same time, and then they went out and gave their orders.
After arriving at the top of the city in person, Liu Deng saw the cruelty of the war. Not only were the soldiers of the Han army lying dead on the city wall, but also the civilians in Fushi City.
There were even more corpses piled up under the city wall. When many Han soldiers died, they were holding a Huns in their arms.
In this weather where water turns to ice, their bodies have long been frozen together. Even if you want to separate them, it is not an easy task.
Tens of thousands of Han troops worked together to clean up until the afternoon, but less than half of them were not cleared out.
Even the most elite Modao Army suffered hundreds of casualties in the final war, and nearly a hundred corpses remained in the sea of fire forever. When the fire goes out, those who can prove their identities will , only the armor on their bodies is left...
The fire burned them beyond recognition, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who...
Although from the first day on the battlefield, Guan Fu knew in his heart that he would probably have such a day...
But when he actually saw hundreds of corpses placed in front of him, Guan Fu still felt uncomfortable...
After the raging fire, even the inscriptions on their armors were burnt and blurred. After taking off the armor, there was only a charred corpse left inside...
The tragic scene made all the soldiers on the city fall silent...
"Come here, find a place nearby facing mountains and rivers, and bury them here..."
Just die for your country on the battlefield, why return your body wrapped in horse leather?
In his previous life, when he lived in a peaceful era, it was difficult for Liu Deng to understand the meaning of these poems. Only when he stood in front of these corpses did Liu Deng really understand the artistic conception of the poems...
In fact, even if they were brought back to Dai, their bones would be indistinguishable...
They died for Fushi, so let them be buried on this land, which is considered a worthy death...
"promise!"
Guan Fu responded with red eyes, his voice was low, and he just stared in the direction of Xicheng.
Liu Deng knew in his heart that Guan Fu still had obsessions in his heart. If it weren't for these damn Huns, why would these good men shed blood on the battlefield?
"Reporting to your Majesty, the Huns sent an envoy to visit your Majesty!"
At this moment, Du Ziteng ran a few steps to Liu Deng's ear and whispered in a low voice.
"Bring him here!"
Liu Deng said expressionlessly.
"promise!"
Du Ziteng hesitated for a moment, then responded and turned away.
"Temugna, the commander of the Hun Dynasty, has met His Highness the King of Dai!"
Although Temugna had never met Liu Deng, he roughly guessed it in his mind when he saw Liu Deng standing on the main seat in the middle and everyone was respectful to him.
"Did your Great Chanyu send you to negotiate peace?"
Liu Deng asked expressionlessly.
