Full of anger, Qu Meng walked out of the tent and looked in the direction where the hoofbeats were coming from.
However, the target was outside the court of King Chanyu. A Hun scout who was galloping back to the camp was shot through the neck by an arrow and fell off his horse to death.
Qu Meng scolded lightly: "Follow me and kill this Han army, then hang up your horse and march!"
The so-called riding on horses is to drag people behind horses until they die, and the horses trample on the corpses. This is one of the most cruel methods used by the Xiongnu against the Han army.
The sound of hooves is like thunder.
Over ten thousand Xiongnu tribesmen rushed out of the huge royal court that stretched for several miles like wolves.
The Han army was stationed on a low hill below the high ground where the royal court was located, hundreds of feet away. More than a thousand people and the Huns royal court were facing each other faintly, and they were extremely arrogant!
Qumeng was not only the king of Youguli of the Xiongnu, but also a general of the Xiongnu.
He knew that this Han army was not simple, but relying on its superior strength and familiarity with the grasslands, he was confident that he would defeat the opponent.
Moreover, the great shaman also gave him something that would make it difficult for the Han army to escape.
Qu Meng had a sneer on his lips and made a gesture.
The setting sun is like blood.
After the Xiongnu soldiers broke out of the royal camp, their formation changed, and their sides spread out like wild goose wings. They showed amazing riding skills and outflanked the Han army in the distance.
With Qu Meng as the center, the entire team was like a pack of wolves hunting for prey, approaching the Han army in a crushing manner.
Three hundred feet, two hundred and fifty feet, two hundred feet...
The Han army in the distance was still waiting calmly on a low hill.
Qu Meng looked at the Han army leader from a distance.
The opponent's posture was upright, his back was like a spear, and he was sitting on a horse.
"The generals of the Han Dynasty are all named!"
Some Xiongnu tribesmen shouted murderously.
"Huo Qubing, a Han man, came with thousands of troops to kill the Huns!"
The voice on the other side was clear and firm, ringing like thunder.
Huo Qubing, it turns out it's you who killed many of my descendants from the Xubu clan... Qu Meng was shocked and burst into rage: "Who can capture the general Huo Qubing alive and reward him with fat sheep, hundreds of cattle and ten good horses!"
Just as the horse was galloping, Qu Meng finished speaking, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.
When a cold light suddenly appeared in front of him, he reacted almost subconsciously and drew his knife to strike.
His sword was also incredibly fast, and the void seemed to be cut in two by it.
Clang!
The lingering sound was deafening, and a bronze arrow collided with Qu Meng's long knife.
Qu Meng dodged sideways and felt a huge pain in his shoulder blade. However, another arrow appeared out of thin air and left a wound on his shoulder.
A series of arrows, one bright and one dark, the last arrow almost pierced the chest.
His son Xubu Yongtu died under the arrow.
At this time, the Xiongnu people saw that the Han general opposite had a long bow in his hand. The process of shooting and taking the bow was so fast that it was difficult to see!
The astonishing archery skills made Qu Meng's hand tremble slightly as he struck out the knife.
This arrow shot out half of his three souls.
He calmed down and quickly retreated to the middle of the group, no longer leading the way.
Behind him, Zha Xu rode up and said, "My lieutenant came out of the camp to pursue him. He had no time to prepare and was shot to death by the general with an arrow..."
Snapped!
Qu Meng slapped Zha Xu on the face with the back of his knife. If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have been shot to death too!
In the distance, the Han army turned around on its horse at this time, just outside the arrow range of the Huns, and galloped away.
The two teams launched a life-and-death chase on the vast grassland.
The Han army was not escaping, but was chasing the Huns.
From time to time, they turned into a kind of mist, blending in with the gradually darkening night. They were marching at a speed that Qu Meng had never seen in many years of fighting.
It's not that the Huns can take the initiative if they have more people.
Once the Han army accelerates out of their sight, it will immediately start to counterattack and change the role of pursuit.
Qu Meng did not expect at first that this thousand-man Han army would dare to turn back and fight back when being pursued by tens of thousands of his elite.
At the corner of the wild goose formation that spread out on his flanks, the opponent accelerated away from him, suddenly ran diagonally, then turned around and crossed, engaging the Huns' flanks at hand-to-hand combat at an incredible speed.
Then the Han army withdrew again before the main force of the Xiongnu approached.
This Han army made full use of its speed and always faced only a small group of Huns. If they could fight, they would fight, and if they couldn't, they would get rid of them quickly. There would be no local disadvantage of having a small number of people.
Of course, this method of combat is very dangerous, and it is a huge test for the quality, courage, obedience of the soldiers, and the command ability of the generals.
If you are not careful, you will fall into a tight siege.
The chase between the two sides lasted until midnight.
Both sides are exhausted.
The Xiongnu tribe rushed back from thousands of miles away for reinforcements, and the Han army also fought for days.
The Han army took advantage of its high degree of flexibility to constantly adjust, stretch and change the formation of the Huns chasing them, waiting for opportunities to counterattack.
When they were chasing each other quickly, they were naturally divided into different areas and queues, one before and one after.
Clang!
The Han army repeated its old tricks and disappeared. At this moment, they suddenly burst out again. The fog rolled around the team, and they galloped out of the darkness silently. Like a long knife, it was sharp and made no hoof sound, and hit a Hun pursuer from the flank.
Qu Meng was just a hundred feet away. He turned around and saw the Han army who dared to fight back under their siege under the cover of low hills and darkness.
Huo Qubing took the lead, with a stern face, and the spear in his hand clashed with the spears of the flanking Huns soldiers.
The Hun soldier holding the spear was struck by the spear. The moment he lost his balance, Huo Qubing fired a spear with lightning speed, piercing the throat bone with great ease.
Click!
As Jinan passed by each other, he raised his hind hoof and kicked the opponent's horse on the head.
The Hun war horse also had its head cracked and fell to the ground dead.
Huo Qubing killed people, but now An kills horses.
Everyone in the place died!
The bright moon is obscured by dark clouds, and the grassland under the night is full of murderous intent.
The chase lasted for half a night, but they still failed to catch the tail of the Han army.
Can't wait any longer... Qu Meng finally made up his mind.
Seeing that the Han army in front was about to disappear again, he took out the magic weapon given to him by the great shaman, a withered and yellow bone fragment, so old that it was almost weathered.
The bone fragments were engraved with dense shamanic incantations.
Qu Meng took off the skin bag from his waist, which contained a whole bag of blood. He dipped the bone fragments into it and the blood disappeared quickly.
When the blood stained the withered bones, a faint whimpering sound sounded from the withered bones.
Qu Meng felt a tingling pain in his head. Using this technique was not without cost.
A ball of strong wind separated from the bone fragment and quickly rotated and expanded. He was guided by the shaman's soul skills he practiced and pointed forward.
The next moment, the wind roared towards the Han army.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind on the grassland, and the Han army was about to be dragged into it.
Qu Meng slowly raised his sword: "Encircle us, no one is allowed to let go!"
At the same time, he saw the Han general in front, and his eyebrows glowed with a dazzling light!
That's one military talisman, no, it's two military talismans!
A military symbol that combines the flying snake and the spirit turtle.
A giant turtle appeared faintly after the turtle and snake merged. It was unreal and unclear, but its back was black and it was as huge as a mountain.
Its body is mainly a turtle, but wrapped around a giant snake.
The two are combined and inseparable, which is exactly the Xuanwu in myths and legends!
Huo Qubing's turtle and snake talismans matched together, creating a Xuanwu talisman that had never been seen by military strategists since the Spring and Autumn Period.
Xuanwu corresponds to the northern seven constellations among the four images constructed from the twenty-eight constellations. It is also called Xuanming. Wu and Ming have the same ancient meanings.
Xuan is black;
Ming is Yin, it is also death, it is the main force of killing!
When this military talisman appeared, a halo of stars fell from the sky like a meteor, falling on it.
Xuanwu, who was gathered together by turtles and snakes, was swallowed into his belly respectively.
Its body became solid and thick, sitting like a mountain.
There were a lot of strange phenomena in the night sky, and the stars seemed to become a little brighter!
Behind them, the Huns subconsciously stopped approaching.
They felt the powerful military front and the murderous intent spreading.
The Xuanwu opened its mouth, took the wind that Qu Meng sacrificed into its mouth, and ate it cleanly.
Crack!
The bone fragments in Qu Meng's hand cracked, and the shaman's incantation dimmed.
Huo Qubing looked at Qu Meng from a hundred feet away.
His body suddenly leaned back on the horse, taking on a posture of recurving itself like a big bow, creating the ultimate visual tension.
call!
Huo Qubing used his magical military power to pull out a war spear from the void and used it as a throwing spear. His body suddenly straightened up and he threw it with a wave of his arms!
This shot gathered all the strength of his body and the blessing of Xuanwu Talisman, and shot it towards Qu Meng like lightning.
The feeling of death tightly gripped Qu Meng's mind.
At the same moment, the image of the Xuanwu also appeared in his consciousness. His head swelled to the point of bursting, and it seemed that he could not withstand the pressure of the Xuanwu!
(End of chapter)
