"How many men and horses do we have left now? Where are the herdsmen? Where are the cattle and sheep?"
Yi Zhi asked, breathing heavily and with red eyes.
"Now there are less than 80,000 people left. Those herders, cattle and sheep..."
When the words came to this point, the few remaining Huns generals could no longer speak.
After this battle, their losses were too serious.
Three hundred thousand cavalry went south, together with the Huns herdsmen they carried along the way, plus soldiers and slaves from nearby small tribes, the total number of people totaled nearly 400,000.
But after this battle, in the end he only had less than 80,000 men left in his hands...
The only remaining people were able to escape because they were far away in the Yanmen Cloud.
The Xiongnu army was defeated suddenly, and the herdsmen naturally suffered as well.
All the cattle and sheep they carried became the trophies of the Han army. But without these cattle, sheep and herdsmen, how long can these 80,000 cavalrymen last on the grassland even if they return to the grassland?
“How much beef and mutton jerky do we have on hand?”
After a moment of painful breathing, Yi Zhixie finally regained consciousness.
"The fodder we carried couldn't support that many cattle and sheep, so the general decided to kill all the cattle and sheep and make them into dried meat. The total left is about 500,000 kilograms!"
One of the Hun generals said softly.
Yi Zhixie glanced at him deeply, but had no intention of blaming him.
After all, even after slaughtering all the cattle and sheep, their livelihood in the coming year will definitely be affected.
But this is the best way now. They don't have enough fodder to feed all the cattle and sheep.
The limited forage must be provided to the war horses first.
As for these cattle and sheep, they can only be sacrificed temporarily!
Half a million pounds of dried meat sounds like a lot.
However, they still have 80,000 mouths waiting to be fed.
Even if each person only uses half a kilogram per day, the dried meat will only last them for about ten days at most!
"How far are we from the royal court now?"
Yi Zhixie forced herself to calm down and asked again.
"We still have at least fifteen days to travel from the Royal Court. If there is no white disaster in the middle..."
Fifteen days were a severe test for all the Huns.
Although they have long been accustomed to a life of lack of food and clothing, this time is not like before.
According to the news they had received before, both the Royal Court and Dragon City had been looted by Liu Deng.
He must have taken away everything he could, and the kid who couldn't take it away wouldn't leave them behind.
The two sides have already been sworn enemies for a long time. Of course Yi Zhixie understands that Liu Deng will not talk about benevolence, justice and morality to him.
But now he has no other choice. He can only return to the Royal Court as soon as possible, collect the defeated troops near the Royal Court, and then make plans.
As for what to do after returning to the royal court, Yi Zhixie himself has no idea now.
It's only mid-December now, and it will take at least a few months until the ice and snow on the grasslands melt.
Now he has no idea how to spend the most difficult period...
"You go down first and tell the brothers that after returning to the royal court, even if the Shanyu kills all the cattle and sheep, he will give each of them a lamb to roast, but now we must save food. Now, let’s halve the daily supply per person!”
The problem of food is really a big problem in front of them. There are only hundreds of thousands of kilograms of dried meat in total. If they can't find new food after eating these things, are they going to slaughter the war horses?
On the vast grassland, if they really lose their horses, they will really have only a dead end...
In order to survive for a while longer, Yi Zhixie could only try to save food as much as possible.
"promise!"
Everyone understood that they might still not have enough to eat when they returned to the royal court. However, looking at Yizhixie's current state, several generals could only nod their heads and walked out.
"Where is this Chanyu's scepter?"
After all the generals walked out, Yi Zhixie called his personal guards.
"Great Chanyu, it was really chaotic at that time. The Bank of China said that in order to command the army..."
Seeing their embarrassed expressions, Yi Zhi smiled wryly.
But now he has no way to pursue these details. Now that people's hearts are floating, these personal guards around him are the only strength he can rely on.
"Go and tell the brothers that they may have to work hard during this period. At night, the sentries will be doubled. Do you understand?"
"Da Chanyu, I'm afraid your body can no longer ride a horse. You'd better get back on the carriage!"
After a short break, they still have a long way to go.
Seeing Yi Zhixie's weak look, several guards whispered.
"No! Go find me a stick!"
Yi Zhixie gritted his teeth, how could he sit in the carriage at this time? Now is the time when people's hearts are wandering, and he must straighten his body.
"But the Great Chanyu..."
Several personal guards looked at Yi Zhixie worriedly.
"Okay, do as I say!"
Yi Zhixie smiled bitterly, not caring so much at the moment.
"promise!"
After a short rest, Yi Zhixiao tied a wooden stick to his back with the help of several personal guards.
Then, with the help of the guards, he mounted the war horse.
He was wrapped in a thick cloak, and although his body was still a little stiff, if you looked at it from a distance, it was no different from before.
"Brothers, let's go! After we recover from our injuries, we will settle the score with these damn Hans!"
Yi Zhixie endured the discomfort and led the defeated army towards the depths of the grassland.
As for the soldiers who fled into Yinshan, he no longer cares so much at this time and can only rely on them to fend for themselves...
After ten days, the Han army finally completed its repairs.
"I really didn't expect that this king really caught a big fish this time!"
Playing with the golden scepter in his hand, Liu Deng sneered and looked at the Bank of China in front of him.
"His Royal Highness, the King of Dai, will kill him if he wants. Don't you know that a scholar can be killed but not humiliated?"
Although the Bank of China said that it is now in an extremely embarrassing situation, it is really not an ordinary tough talker.
"Hahahaha, a scholar cannot be killed or humiliated? What kind of scholar are you? Have you forgotten that you are just a eunuch! Do you know that all the ancestors of the Zhongxing family will be humiliated just because of you?"
"As a Han, you give advice to the Huns. What qualifications do you, an unkind, unfaithful and unfilial bitch like you, have to call yourself a scholar in front of this king? Come here, drag him out and give him fifty lashes. ! Ask them to pay attention to me and don't let him die. It would be too easy for him to die like this!"
Seeing Bank of China speak so confidently, Liu Deng felt his teeth itching with hatred.
