At noon, the sky over the grassland seems to be within reach.
Although he did not think that the Han army was capable of attacking the Xiongnu rear, Yi Zhixie still remained cautious.
He thought for a while, got up and left the king's tent, and came to a big tent next door.
"Great Shaman."
The only thing that could make Yi Zhixie move in person was Enchi.
In the tent, there was a faint smell of blood and an ancient smell.
Shamans major in the three souls of the human body, connecting life and death.
Their spellcasting process requires the use of blood sacrifices, and animal or human blood, as well as bones are used to write incantations.
Shamans believe that human bones and blood contain the imprint of the soul, which is indelible and can communicate with the world after death.
"I received news that a Han army wanted to attack our Xiongnu rear and had reached the west of Qiaoba Mountain."
Yi Zhixie said: "I remember that the great shaman can listen to life and death, and there are many bone vessels that you refined in the various ministries in the rear. Can you help me verify the authenticity of the news?"
“Chop Mountain?
That's where Ji Ruobu is closest... There are indeed animal bones that I personally sacrificed there. "
Enchi forced out a drop of his own blood from his fingertips, and took out a bone fragment from his waist pouch.
Blood fell on it.
His eyes were slightly closed, his body was trembling slightly, and there seemed to be light black breath coming out of his mouth and nose.
Not long after, the great shaman Enchi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yi Zhixie. There was a trace of panic in his usually calm and gloomy eyes.
Just looking at Enchi's expression, Yi Zhixie had a bad feeling.
"The echo heard by the animal bones is that Jiruobu is filled with death and wails."
Yi Zhixie's expression suddenly changed, as if someone had poured cold water on her head.
Qiuba Mountain...there are really Han troops to the west of Qiuba Mountain!
what does that mean?
This means that the advantage they have had in recent days will disappear in an instant.
Maybe there's more... Yi Zhixie felt her heartbeat speeding up.
Qiuba Mountain is almost parallel to his Shanyu court. If the Han army appears, has the ability to defeat the Jiruo tribe, and then moves laterally westward, the consequences are really difficult to estimate.
In that direction are all the locations of the Xiongnu tribes.
My house was ransacked!
I led the army to plunder the Han territory, but the Han army turned around and attacked my hometown in the rear area first.
Yi Zhixie's face turned pale, his scalp almost exploded, and he felt a little dizzy.
The great shaman stood up quickly and walked to the tent. Under a wolf-skin territory map that was also hanging, he took out the water bag on the side, took a big sip, and then sprayed the water onto the map.
The next moment, a streak of blood appeared on the map, and one area turned extremely red.
The location is exactly Jiruobu, west of Qiuba Mountain!
The color on the great shaman's face also faded: "I have been feeling uneasy these past few days, but I can't find the reason... Sure enough, something happened. There was a Han army behind my Huns, and they penetrated the Jiruo tribe. "
Yi Zhi's eyes slanted as he looked westward along Ji Ruobu on the map, feeling his scalp tightening.
"Tell him to come over."
Soon, Qu Meng walked in from outside the tent.
He had already heard the messenger's narration on the way, and his face was ugly: "The Han army killed Qiuba Mountain? How is that possible?"
"It can't be wrong, I just confirmed it."
Yi Zhi gritted his teeth and said:
"The number of Han troops attacking the rear must be small. If they are mobilized on a large scale, it will be impossible to hide it from us."
"I am leading the troops on the front line, and it is difficult to escape. You quickly command a cavalry and go back as quickly as possible. The great shaman will use secret techniques to send messages to all departments for defense. You must be fast and travel day and night!"
A quarter of an hour later, a Xiongnu elite team of ten thousand people rode back to the depths of the grassland.
The leader was Qu Meng, who had a fierce look on his face.
In the following days, Yi Zhixie continued to receive news from the great shaman Enchi, and bad news came one after another.
The map of the Huns' territory hanging in Enchi's tent was already covered in scarlet.
The blood color corresponding to death advanced from east to west at a frighteningly fast speed. The Huns tribes along the way were defeated one after another.
Jiruo Department, Wolf Head, Tianjun Department...
Judging from the picture, the opponent's advancing speed is so terrifying that sometimes after a day, two or three tribes on the picture will be dyed red with blood.
Both the great shaman and Yi Zhixie became anxious and had trouble sleeping and eating.
They were eager to know what was happening on the home front.
The scheduled confrontation with the main force of the Han army was also postponed.
Fortunately, You Enzhi relied on the previous Zu En to mobilize the strong wind to hinder the main force of the Han army.
"Great Shaman, where are the Han troops in the rear?" Yi Zhixie was stunned.
Enchi shook his head: "They were obscured by a force. As they defeated the Xiongnu tribes in the rear one after another, their troops became stronger and stronger. I couldn't see their traces clearly. Judging from the direction of advancement, they were approaching the royal court... "
Shanyu Wangting was Yi Zhixie's hometown.
He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the anger that had been pent up for the past few days surged up. His throat was fishy and sweet, and he choked out a mouthful of blood.
Time flies.
Qu Meng's team, galloping for days, has returned to the depths of the grassland!
…
"The Xiongnu Royal Court has begun to shrink its defense in the past few days and has not sent any troops to pursue." Yao Zhaoxing hurriedly approached Huo Qubing.
They were resting on a low hill on the grassland.
The scouts dispersed and took turns to be on guard, while the rest took the time to rest and take a nap on the spot.
Another soldier took out a copper box, pried it open, and poured food into his mouth.
That was what Huo Qubing had asked Dagong to build before. The principle of canning is to put things inside and they will not rot for a long time, so they can be used as military rations.
A very simple improvement, but it increases the army's continuous combat capability and ensures logistics to a certain extent.
"The Huns are not stupid. They chased them twice and were eaten by us, so naturally they won't send more people out."
Huo Qubing took a grass stalk in his mouth, his mood relaxed.
In the past few days, I can't remember how many Xiongnu tribes I defeated. Anyway, I pushed them along the way and didn't miss any one I encountered.
Some members of the team were reluctant to waste their merits. At first, they cut off the opponent's head and placed it behind the horse's butt to show off their military exploits.
Later, I found out that my head smelled bad, so I threw it away and cut off my ears and sometimes my thumbs instead.
After all, their team is not butchers, and they cannot cut down all the women, children, and children of several years old.
If the Huns were not killed, it would be a disaster, so some soldiers cut off the thumbs of the Huns.
In this way, even if you are alive, you will have no fighting power, you will not be able to hold your weapons tightly, and you will consume food in vain. In a sense, keeping such people here would be more harmful to the Huns than killing them.
A group with many disabled people will only consume but cannot generate corresponding income, which will slowly weaken the national power of the Xiongnu.
This is war, and there is no room for mercy.
Huo Qubing led the team to fight all the way, and finally approached the Xiongnu royal court.
Facing the tens of thousands of elite soldiers left behind in the Huns' tent, they first lured them to pursue them, and then used their speed to divide and encroach.
Unfortunately, the Huns soon realized the alarming speed of this Han army and no longer easily sent out troops to pursue the enemy.
An hour ago, a scout saw tens of thousands of Xiongnu elites returning to camp.
Counting the time, Huo Qubing judged that it was the Huns who were attacking the Han from the front. They already knew that they were coming to cut off the retreat, so they sent reinforcements back.
That's good, it can reduce the pressure on the main force of the Han army.
He stood up slowly, and the entire team quickly got ready for action because of his standing up. Everyone, including those who had taken a short nap before, also turned over and sat up.
There was no noise during the process and it was orderly.
The team has been fighting for days and is physically tired. However, due to adequate preparation in advance, the spirit has been in a state of excitement and the fighting spirit is high.
Everyone knows that when they return, this time they will attack the Xiongnu thousands of miles away, which will shock the world.
In the eyes of these soldiers, Huo Qubing, who had led them to attack the enemy for days, was like a god descending from heaven!
When he mounted his horse, his shirt caught the wind.
Jin'an hissed softly and ran down the short hill in small steps, heading straight towards the direction of the Huns' royal court.
Behind, nearly a thousand troops followed each other like the wind, gripping their spears tightly!
In the vast history, perhaps no one will know their names. But this battle is destined to go down in history, be remembered by mountains and rivers, and be praised by people. Throughout history, there is no one who has traveled thousands of miles to enter the foreign camp and galloped invincibly!
Countless Han people will never forget their merits and will still be shocked by their bravery thousands of years later.
What a pity to die!
Yao Zhao, Zhao Ponu, and even all the Han troops were willing to follow the figure with flying shirts in front and fight to the death without regrets!
The royal court of the Huns.
Qu Meng had just returned with his troops to help. He drank a large bowl of milk tea, and the fatigue from running thousands of miles was slightly reduced. With scarlet eyes, he asked Zhaxu, the Huns who were left behind, "How much loss do we have?"
How many people are there in the Han army? "
"From Choiba Mountain at the east end to the west, a total of seventeen tribes were not spared. They were all defeated by the other side. All the adult men were killed on the spot, and no one survived. Most of the women and other laborers had their thumbs amputated, and only those who could not remember the incident were killed. of young children were spared.”
Qu Meng took a breath of cold air.
The sharpness of the Han army was beyond his expectation.
"They started harassing the royal court yesterday. I sent people to pursue them and fought with them. There were...nearly a thousand people in total." Zha Xu had a beard, thick hair, and braids on the back of his head.
"how many people?"
The number of Han troops who penetrated the Xiongnu rear was less than a thousand!
"You commanded the elite to stay behind and allowed more than a thousand Han troops to rush and kill all my Xiongnu tribes?"
Qu Meng raised his horsewhip and slapped Zha Xu hard on the face. The blood was bright red and the flesh turned out.
At this moment, there was a commotion outside, the sound of hoofbeats came closer and closer, and the Han army was attacking the camp again!
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