In fact, when the prairie man saw the faint line in front of the camp, he was already at his wits end.
Because under the command of Li Mu, the two armies on the left and right had already adopted the posture of holding the moon with both hands, completed a large tactical detour, and successfully reached the back of the Hu camp. An encirclement and annihilation battle has been completed.
And this encirclement and annihilation battle against the Hu people began immediately from the Hu people's back village!
It is said to be a back village, but it is actually a place where a large number of cattle and sheep are raised. The half-person-high pile fence is regarded as the wall of the village.
That's right, because the Hu people here are still in the rear area, although they have reluctantly concentrated, they are just concentrated, and they are not arranged according to military camps at all. Not only was the defense of the front stronghold ineffective, but the rear stronghold was even more convenient.
Naturally, these situations were detected in advance by Zhao Jun's scouts. Because of this, Li Mu arranged for the rear army to break into them first.
Facing the almost undefended waiting room of the Hu people, Zhao Jun's war horses could jump into it almost effortlessly, quickly passing through the gathering area of cattle and sheep, and then the killing began.
The white tent was cut open, and the thunderous snoring stopped abruptly. Then, a bright red blood stain spread on the white tent, and instantly bloomed into a coquettish and beautiful blood flower.
Men's wails, women's screams, children's cries, and war horses' hooves all made a sudden noise.
Each of the strong men had completely fallen asleep before they even had time to see clearly who the enemy was. With just one charge, hundreds of tents had been slaughtered by the Zhao army.
They are already lucky. At least they don't have to feel the despair and helplessness before death, let alone the heart-rending pain of having their wives and children slaughtered and their sisters being humiliated!
Compared with the people of Zhao who died under their horseshoe scimitars, they were already somewhat advantageous.
But the remaining Hu people were not so lucky!
After Zhao Jun's charge, the sound of killing and wailing had alarmed the entire rear camp. The prairie men who often faced attacks from ferocious beasts, jackals, and wolves reacted quite quickly. Hearing the screams, many prairie men immediately woke up. got up.
A Gulu rolled to one end of the tent, picked up the bow and arrow or scimitar hanging on the wall, and rushed out of the tent with no clothes on, ready to give the invading jackals a head-on blow.
Unfortunately, what we saw in front of us was not low wolves and ferocious beasts, but tall black shadows that came and went like the wind. Looking up, under the rising sun, a sharp long knife was glowing above the head. Cold light.
After the cold light, under the red armor, a dark face was emitting a ferocious smile from hell.
The man on the grassland immediately stood on the spot, this, this is...
"Click!" Before he could think about it, a drop of red liquid dripped from the tip of the knife, with a little bit of hot temperature. With a touch of his palm, the bright red color bloomed instantly on his forehead and palm, and everything he looked at was covered in red. Yu Liang, that is the blood on the long knife that has not had time to dry up!
"Crash", the bright long knife fell down immediately, followed by boundless darkness.
All the noise: wailing, roaring, screaming, crying, the neighing of war horses, and the collapse of tents, all gradually faded away. With a "bang", the man like an iron tower fell to the ground, and the gurgling blood flowed from it. The blood flowed out from his neck, taking away the last bit of strength from the man.
"Ah..." The rampaging Zhao Guo cavalry rushed directly into the tent that had no pillars. After a scream, the huge tent fell silent.
"Boom..." On the other side, Zhao Guo's cavalry, who had slaughtered all the creatures in the tent, had broken out of the tent. With a slash of his head, the tent fell to the ground.
Finally, the slaughter of Zhao Jun woke up more Hu people. Finally, several Hu people gathered together, holding long bows and scimitars, arranged in a military formation, and began to resist Zhao Jun.
But obviously, such resistance was meaningless at all. The Hu people, who had no numerical advantage, were unable to fight against the heavily armed Zhao army, which was more capable of war horses.
The bows and arrows shot could not break Zhao Jun's armor at all, and the scimitar he wielded was no match for Zhao Jun's long sword. With a "cang", the scimitar, which was cherished by the Hu people, had been chopped to the ground by Zhao Jun, and the soldiers who had finally gathered together were The formation was almost instantly collapsed by Zhao Jun's cavalry.
Without their war horses, the Hu people had no basic ability to fight back.
The Houzhai has completely become a slaughterhouse, a slaughterhouse where Zhao Jun's cavalry can roam freely.
Just when Zhao Jun's cavalry broke through the rear stronghold, the army led by Li Mu also launched an attack on the Hu camp from the front. Compared with the ease of the rear stronghold, the attack on the front stronghold still took some effort. Of course, Not too much.
The rain of arrows was the first wave of attack, and its target was a few sleepy sentries at the gate of the village.
Hundreds of arrows were shot at the village gate like a downpour. To be honest, such a dense rain of arrows was really a bit of a fuss to deal with such a few minions.
Almost instantly, every Hu sentry's body was covered with arrows. It was truly a case of thousands of arrows piercing the heart, which was terrible to see.
It was only then that the barbarians in the camp suddenly discovered Zhao Jun's attack. Just as the barbarians in the camp were rushing and charging, Li Mu at the front had already led his troops to rush outside the gate of the camp.
In the blink of an eye, the wooden bolt was chopped off, and the gate of the village opened wide!
With almost no pause, tens of thousands of Zhao troops rushed into the camp. At this time, it was no longer possible for the Hu people to rally to resist.
Li Mu would not give them any chance to gather. Wherever there was a slight gathering of barbarians, Li Mu's long sword would appear there. After a horizontal and vertical slash, there would no longer be any problems.
The Zhao army behind Li Mu was like a bulldozer, arranged in a straight line and pushed towards the depths of the camp.
The tactics are very simple: use bows and arrows to clear the way, cavalry to finish off the attack, and just slash through the tents one by one. People blocking the way will kill people, and Buddhas blocking the way will kill the Buddhas!
Except for a village gate, the battle in the front camp is almost a replica of the battle in the back camp, with nothing new and no waves.
Of course, there were also clever Hu people who, seeing the enemy's strength, simply knelt down and begged for mercy.
Unfortunately, they met Zhao Kuo, and Zhao Kuo's men were mostly from Daidi.
surrender? During this battle, Zhao Kuo had already made clear his military order: he would not accept the surrender of any barbarians, and there was no word of surrender in this battle.
Such ruthless military orders are not because Zhao Kuo is hard-hearted and murderous, but because of the necessity of the battle. From a campaign perspective, at least before the decisive battle with the Hu army in the middle, Zhao Kuo would never allow any possibility of exposing the army's whereabouts and intentions.
And quick victory is the key to victory in this battle. It is impossible for Zhao Kuo to leave a group of soldiers to guard the prisoners every time he captures a tribe. In that case, the troops in Zhao Kuo's hands will only become smaller and weaker.
Neither the Hu people can be allowed to expose the whereabouts of their army, nor can they leave troops to guard them. Killing is the simplest and most reliable way.
Therefore, this killing is necessary. Even such killings are just the beginning.
Fortunately, there may be some hesitation in killing the women and children of the Qin State on behalf of the county people, but if they kill the barbarians, there is no burden at all.
In the words of Daijun people themselves: Hu people, are they still human beings? Only dead barbarians are human beings, right?
It's also because the Hu people have been too arrogant in recent years. They move south at every turn. If they can't capture the city, they attack the fortress. If they can't capture the fortress, they massacre the villages. They directly slaughtered Macheng, Sangqian City and all the villages north of Dangcheng. All gone.
In this kind of blood feud, what are you saying to me about women and children being innocent?
The salt they eat and the pots and pans they use are all plundered from our land, Zhao State? Which one is not stained with the blood of the children of my Zhao family.
Today's killing is just tooth for tooth, blood for blood!
Seeing that everyone was kneeling down to beg for mercy but still unable to escape the sanction of the long sword, the barbarians knew that surrender would not work.
However, the Hu people, who had been so frightened that they could not even organize an effective counterattack, were running around like headless flies in the camp, trying to find a way to survive. But their running around could not change the situation at all, and they all fell to Zhao Jun's sword at an extremely fast speed.
Oh, their leader is already on the way to escape. However, the leader was obviously much more sober than the average barbarian people. Unlike those headless flies, almost as soon as he learned that the Zhao people were attacking the camp, he took his cronies and confidants with him, mounted his war horse, and was about to go. Run to the other side of the back village.
But what he never expected was that the fall of the rear village would occur even before the front village.
The leader, who was leading the way, ran into the roaring Zhao Jun cavalry. He was so shocked that he had no strength to resist. Zhao Jun's cavalry did not recognize this leader, so he slashed his sword across his head. It had already flown into the air.
The blood mist that filled the sky instantly rained down on the heads of all the cronies, and immediately, dozens of cronies dispersed.
However, with tigers in front and wolves behind, how can one survive?
There was really a smart person who immediately turned the horse's head and rushed towards the guardrail on the side of the camp. Someone took the lead, and the rest followed Jing. Immediately, dozens of riders passed through the gap between Li Mu's two heads.
The guardrail, which was not too high, was getting closer and closer in the eyes of his cronies. They were about to cross the guardrail, climb out of the camp, and regain a new life. Unfortunately, how could Li Mu give them such a chance?
Before the man reaches you, the arrow has already arrived.
The not-so-dense rain of arrows directly pinned everyone to the guardrail. The few people who were lucky enough to survive raised their heads and looked outside, and their hearts suddenly became gloomy!
Outside the guardrail, there is still a sea of red!
Zhao Jun has already surrounded this tribe. Not to mention people, not even a mosquito can fly out.
Before he could sigh at the ruthlessness of fate, several more arrows flew towards him, and he was nailed to the spot with his last breath.
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