Chapter 220: The Qin army is no more brave than this, which disappoints me.
“As poor people like us who live in troubled times, which battle is not fought with less and with more?”
"What's wrong?"
"Han Xin!"
"Is it time for you to doubt yourself?"
At the foot of Yanzhi Mountain, looking at the densely packed Xiongnu camps, Han Xinxin felt like the mountains and the sea were churning!
Being born with great ambitions does not mean that you are born to be a god of war!
At this moment, he would mercilessly gamble the lives of a thousand people at the foot of this mountain!
Bet on hatred, bet on the chance of winning the battle between Qin and Barbarians!
"Uh-huh!"
When the long sword was unsheathed, Han Xin didn't say any nonsense, just three words: "Die with me!"
Han Xin answered the question asked by Centurion Heifu in the past!
"Uh-huh!"
"Uh-huh!"
The sound of long swords being unsheathed sounded under the night.
The people of Lao Qin are not good at words. They can only follow and then kill the enemy bravely.
For the last ten miles, I walked carefully but also quickly.
Under the cover of night, the black armor looks like a ghost!
There are still green and fluffy recruit balls on the lips, and the wrists are trembling, but they are not even willing to look back!
The veteran who had been through battle for a long time was quite happy. He patted his body a few times, neither lightly nor hard, and used the simplest pain to mobilize all the strength in his body.
“Boy, it’s not shameful to die on a horse, but it’s shameful to escape alive to get food after being defeated!”
"My old man has been fighting all his life, and this is the first time he has captured a king with thousands of horses. Don't rush in front of me."
A veteran patted the young boy on the shoulder and spoke with a smile.
Rushing in front means taking more enemy attacks and dying faster.
"I...I'm not afraid!"
"Pooh!"
"Damn old man, I can be slower than you!"
Old Qin's bones can be broken, but his mouth cannot be soft! New recruit Danzi learns quickly.
"This era seems to belong to us, Lao Qin!"
The veteran grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and raised his eyes to the sky.
It seems...there was a kid who was so crazy back then, right? But later I discovered that the new recruit who came back from the battlefield with wet pants after carrying three enemy leaders for the first time was actually a high-ranking soldier. Fortunately, he was kind enough to help wash his pants, otherwise he would have been so dignified. It was really embarrassing for the Marquis of Longxi to wet his pants in battle.
Later I heard that he had lost the battle, but I didn't know if he was still so mad.
"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together!"
"Don't underestimate me!"
The new recruit Danzi suppressed his blush.
The veteran smiled and said nothing.
Jiujiu and Lao Qin fought against the national calamity together. The old Qin people have been shouting for many generations, but they don't want the next generation of descendants to shout again.
...
"kill!"
The sound of killing soared into the sky, like a tiger descending from the mountain and roaring in the forest!
Led by Han Xin, he led 300 cavalrymen into the camp of the Huns' wolf soldiers, and there were 300 men on the left and right sides, outflanking them!
The remaining 100 people were looking for King Xian of Zuo to find food and fodder for their tent.
The sudden enemy attack seemed to go particularly smoothly under Yan Dan's arrangement.
But it just seems, that’s all!
Even if the 30,000-person camp is tightly packed, Han Xin, with only 900 people, cannot charge directly to the end.
Countless Hun wolf soldiers woke up from their sleep. Those who were lucky were able to wear armor and fight. Those who were unlucky were crushed to death by the overturned tents before they could even shout.
Although Han Xin was filled with fire and blood, his mind was extremely calm. Not only did he charge forward, but he also kept dividing his troops. As soon as he found the food and grass camp, he immediately threw it into fire and burned it!
The intensity of the charge was getting weaker and weaker, but the Xiongnu's food camps, large and small, were burning.
"Brother Han, we can't find that son of a bitch, King Zuo Xian!"
"The siege of the Huns is getting thicker and thicker!"
A veteran wiped the blood from his face and became anxious as he watched Paoze being constantly resisted by the Huns who woke up to organize resistance!
Han Xin's face was still calm and cold, but his eyes were looking forward.
A little further!
A little further!
He had already guessed why the death battalion was stationed outside the Great Wall, in order to delay these Hun wolf soldiers.
Da Qin's three-piece war horse set was sent to Daijun in the north one after another. He understood that Da Qin's military strength would take a little time to complete the improvement.
Since time is needed, instead of a stalemate and betting that King Zuo Xian will not move, it is better to burn the military order and force him to withdraw!
The strategic goal is accomplished, and what's left...is their personal grudge against the death camp!
Kill King Zuo Xian and avenge Paoze!
Han Xin said nothing, leaped on his horse, raised his spear, and led the troops to charge again!
Historical records record: If you die a hundred times, you will not turn your head, but you can shoot someone in the throat!
....
"Rondoll!"
Luo Gubi, the king of Zuoxian, roared angrily, and Rondoer, covered in blood, rushed into the king's tent.
"What happened!"
"The Qin army robbed the camp, it should be the death camp!"
Rondoer looked angry.
"Cut their heads off and stick them on stakes!"
Luo Gubi's roar seemed louder than the sound of slashing.
Even the King of Zuo Xian, without armor and holding a knife in his hand, directly opened the wolf fur curtain of the camp and chopped down a fleeing Hun wolf soldier with one knife: "Kill those who are cowardly and flee! If you implicate the tribe, come back." On the grassland, the men are killed and the women are turned into slaves!”
This kind of raiding military order quickly stabilized the originally collapsed Huns camp.
Rondoer's eyes were red, and he immediately jumped on his horse: "Warriors of the grassland, follow me to kill!"
Within the Xiongnu camp, the encirclement began!
...
Seeing such a scene from a high place in the distance, Yan Dan shook his head in disappointment: "I still underestimated King Zuo Xian. I underestimated the death camp."
When he was setting up camp, the direct road was to the royal tent of Zuoxian King Luo Gubi.
It's just that Luo Gubi and Rondo'er's reaction was too fast, and... the target of the death camp... was a bit beyond Yan Dan's expectations!
Those streaks of fire,
The crash camp was clearly headed for these food tents!
Thinking of this, Yan Dan sighed: "In the name of killing King Zuoxian, what he actually wanted was to burn the food and grass and kill the camp. It's a bit interesting."
"But after tonight, it won't be fun anymore."
He had no intention of reading any more.
If the death camp could follow his plan, it would be to kill Zuo Xian Wang Luo Gubi, and then the whole camp would die in battle.
But now... the food and grass of the Xiongnu wolf soldiers were burned, which had a greater impact on the war, but for him, Yan Dan, it was all a disappointment.
"Woo!"
A horn sounded, and Yan Dan stood on a high place, nodding slightly to the Qin troops in the firelight, admiring their bravery.
The sound of the trumpet means... the Huns' siege is complete.
This death camp,
Ten deaths and no life!
The last glimmer of hope was extinguished by the leader's greed.
"Why don't you join forces and charge forward? Why don't you behead King Zuoxian?"
Yan Dan sighed longly:
"The Qin army is no more brave than this, which disappoints me."
