Meng Wu, who were responsible for surrounding and blocking the Xiongnu rears, both looked like they were seeing ghosts. Is Li Xin so fierce? When did the cavalry in the Central Plains be so brave to follow the Xiongnu cavalry who grew up on horseback?

"I want to know, you are so brave, how could you be chased by the Huns to Yanmen Pass?" Meng Wu asked as she looked at Meng Tian.

You should know that the 50,000 elite cavalry commanded by Li Xin and Meng Tian at that time. If they were all so brave, they were just chasing the Huns and how could they retreat?

"I don't know what Li Xin has experienced, how come he has become so brave!" Meng Tian also said in amazement.

You should know that Li Xin was so brave at the time, so why did they run away? He fought with the Huns directly, and would not take them back if he didn't break through the Huns.

"We're watching here?" Jing looked at Meng Wu and asked. Now the whole army was moving, only they were still watching, and there was no military order for them.

In the past, Li Mu used troops first, but now they were staying behind to watch the show, which made Wuling Iron Cavalry feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's better to have soldiers under his command!" Li Mu stroked his beard and said with relief as he looked at the battlefield where he was commanded and divided into small battle circles.

It feels so comfortable that the elites of Qin and Zhao and the elite disciples of various schools of thought can be driven by him. It just feels that the Huns and Hu clans are too dirty and not enough to fight. They are not as interesting as playing chess with Wang Jian and Wu Chenzi.

"Is it a kill or a surrender? The hundreds of schools have discussed it?" Li Mu asked as he looked at the deputy general.

"Confucianism says that those who raise horses, those who herd sheep, and those who shepherd cattle will leave them!" said the deputy general.

"Yan Chunjun, Yan, said they needed a group of people to build the Great Wall." The deputy general continued to speak.

"What else?" Li Mu frowned.

"The Yin-Yang family said they needed a group of death row prisoners to do exactly what they wanted." The deputy general said again.

"So it means, I have to pick people for them?" Li Mu said in a low voice. On this battlefield, I don't know who can raise horses, cattle and sheep.

"What do Taoism and other schools say?" Li Mu asked again,

"Taoism did not speak, obviously he was not interested in these people! Other families did not speak, letting the king decide whether to kill or stay!" the deputy general replied.

"The king said that the Hu Qi camp of the Yulin Guard needs some obedient soldiers to supplement it. As for what to do, the king did not say anything, but he has sent the Yulin Guard commander, Lord Chen Ping, to pick people!" The deputy general said again.

"Chen Ziping?" Li Mu was stunned. He didn't notice where Chen Ping went. After all, the battlefield was so big that Chen Ping threw it in so much, who could find him?

"Yes! Lord Chen Ping asked me to say to Junhou, let the Hu clan be let go for the time being and fight again tomorrow!" The deputy general continued.

"Okay, I will give Ziping this face, divide the battlefield, chant Jin and withdraw the troops, and let Confucianism, Yan Chunjun and Yin Yang family choose people themselves!" Li Mu said lightly.

Now that the entire battlefield has been divided, it is getting late. If you continue to fight, you will only increase casualties. It is better to withdraw your troops and slowly erode them, gather the Huns and Hu tribes again, and take them away again tomorrow.

"Dangdang~" With the sound of golden gongs, the Central Plains army stopped collectively. Except for the small group that was divided and was still besieged by the Central Plains army, the other Huns and Hu tribes also breathed a sigh of relief. The desperate army ran to the Central Army, marching like flying, and hated that their parents did not have more legs.

"Life is lonely like snow!" Li Mu sighed as he looked at the Huns and Hu clans who were quickly fleeing and abandoning their armor, and did not even dare to look back. He said, "It's too unchallenging."

Ying Zheng glanced at Li Mu gently and found that someone could pretend more than me!

"Mr. Fu Nian, Lord Yan Chun, Lord Donghuang, I have circled with you, you can pick it yourself!" Li Mu said, pointing to the battlefield where 400,000 to 50,000 people were driven by the army and could not go back to the three large circles of the Huns Hu army.

"Yan Lu, the head of the Gongyang family, let's see you!" Fu Nian looked at the head of the Yan Lu and the Gongyang family and said.

"Abide by the orders of the head!" Yan Lu and the head of the Gongyang family nodded and led the children of the Confucian Yan clan and the Gongyang clan to the battle circle except for the camp.

"I am very curious about how Confucianism chooses people!" Ying Zheng thought for a while and said.

"The general is also very curious!" Li Mu replied.

"Go together?" Ying Zheng looked at Li Mu and asked.

"Go together!" Li Mu nodded.

So Ying Zheng and Li Mu both followed the camp and followed Confucianism, wanting to see how Confucianism picks people.

After Ying Zheng and Li Mu both went there, the leaders of various schools of thought naturally followed him to see how Confucianism chose people.

On the battlefield, the soldiers were all restraining their bodies, and their robes were carefully restraining their bodies and handing them over to Taoist disciples for salvation. As for the corpses of foreign tribes, they were handed over to another group of Taoist disciples in black and cut off their heads and forged them into Jingguan.

"Somewhat cruel!" The Confucian disciples all looked pale and looked at the black-clothed Taoist disciples and the Qin army cut off the heads of the foreign tribe, Zhuo Jingguan and said with a frown.

"Where have you read your books? What are the killings caused by barbarian invasion of the Central Plains?" Fu Nian said lightly.

"What the teacher taught me is!" The Confucian disciples were instantly awe-inspiring. They only saw the present, but did not forget the cruelty recorded in the book.

In the army circle, the soldiers of the Hu tribe and the Huns were all glaring at the soldiers who looked at the spears and swords around, and they all looked at each other with scimitars, but they all knew that their fate was destined, they were surrounded, and their destiny was also handed over to the hands of these soldiers.

"What are you going to do?" Li Mu looked at Fu Nian curiously and asked.

"I don't know that the Gongyang lineage is the best among Confucianism, and the Zilu lineage is the Zilu lineage. As for how to do it, I have never seen it." Fu Nian said.

"Let's start!" Yan Lu looked at the head of the Gongyang family and said.

"Okay!" The head of the Gongyang family nodded.

"You, come out!" A disciple walked out of the Yang lineage, holding an eight-sided bronze sword, pointed at the three centurions among the Hun soldiers and said.

Although the three centurions of the Huns did not know what the Yang disciples meant, they also knew that they wanted them to make a one-on-one fight.

"Wind!" The army gathered together and circled a piece of open space, which was handed over to four people for combat. All the soldiers and soldiers made a shield wall in front of them, like a cage, limiting the escape of the Hun centurion.

"What is this?" Li Mu looked at Fu Nian and asked. The Baijiajia was also puzzled. Why do you have to kill them with any etiquette? Just kill them directly, and do you have a one-on-one challenge to the noble etiquette.

"If you want to tame a horse, you have to erase the strength of the horse. If you want to tame a person and a nation, you have to break their backbone!" Yan Lu said calmly.

Ying Zheng, Li Mu and the leaders of various schools of thought all had a cold back, no wonder scholars were the most cruel.

"It is said that Yan Lu, the second leader of Confucianism, is a strange man who is indifferent to the world, but his heart is really cruel!" People from all schools of thought looked at Yan Lu, and couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts. It turns out that the guy who looks the most harmless is the most terrifying.

"Kill!" Gongyang disciple took the long sword and slashed at the three centurions of the Huns. He waved his sword with both hands and knocked away the three men's scimitars, but did not kill the three men.

"Come again!" The Yang disciple continued, and with a long sword, he threw three scimitars back to the three of them and said.

The three Hun centurions looked at each other, their eyes became fierce, and they rushed towards the Yang disciples quickly with sword energy and scimitars. They were all fighting for life, thinking that they could change one to one.

"This is a bit like this!" Gongyang disciple smiled faintly, and quickly passed through the three of them, slashing the long sword, without restraining, killing all three of them under the sword.

"Who else?" The Yang disciple cut off his long sleeves and wiped the blood from the sword. He pointed the sword at the Huns and Hu soldiers and asked faintly.

With a long sword pointed, all the Huns and Hu soldiers lowered their heads and did not dare to take another step forward.

"Kill!" A two-meter-high Hun soldier roared out and rushed out, and the mace quickly hit the ram disciple.

"Boom~" The mace hit the air and hit the ground. The ram disciple avoided the mace and kicked the soldier away with one kick. Then the sword made another quick move to pierce the Hun soldiers through the sword.

"Touch~" The corpse fell to the ground, coming quickly and going quickly.

"Who else?" the Yang disciple continued to ask.

Yan Lu and the head of the Gongyang family were also paying attention to the trapped soldiers of the Xiongnu and Hu tribes to prevent anyone from secretly shooting arrows, and at the same time finding out the leaders and thorns among them.

"Kill!" The two of them rushed out again, but the ending was still the same. They were killed without going through three moves in the hands of the Yang disciple.

"Zi Ming retreats, I will serve you!" said the head of the Gongyang family, looking at the disciple who had already calmed down.

"Yes, the head of the family!" Gongyang Ziming nodded, withdrew his sword and returned to the disciples of the Gongyang lineage. A slightly fat disciple took his place and walked into the battle circle.

"Awaken the eagle!" Ying Zheng, Li Mu and others understood the Confucian approach. This is to slap the eagle again, destroy the blood of the Huns and the Hu tribe, completely breaking their backbone, and the remaining people will never dare to resist again.

An hour passed, and no one in the three camps dared to stand up, and no one could stand up to walk alive. The remaining Huns and Hu soldiers looked at the soldiers around and the disciples of the hundreds of schools, their eyes full of fear, because the strongest brave men among them were dead, dead at the hands of these devils.

"Okay, Yan Lu is in charge!" The head of the Gongyang family looked at Yan Lu and nodded.

"Okay!" Yan Lu nodded and looked at Li Mu and said, "Please ask Wu'an Jun to bring the captives from the three camps together!"

Li Mu looked at Ying Zheng and saw Ying Zheng nodding, so he ordered the soldiers of the three battle camps to gather the prisoners from the three battle circles together, but he also ordered Wang Ben's hundred-match armor-piercing soldiers to prepare. After all, there were too many of these people, and none of them put down their weapons.

Yan Lu, holding a roll of bamboo slips, walked peacefully into the army of tens of thousands of Xiongnu and Hu tribes. All the Xiongnu and Hu tribe soldiers avoided him and did not dare to look at him more.

Yan Lu walked up a hill, looked at the Huns and Hu soldiers calmly, and said in the Huns and Hu tribes words: "Now, I will read one sentence, you will read one sentence, you will not be able to recite it tomorrow morning, and you will die!"

"What did Mr. Yan Lu say?" Ying Zheng looked at Li Mu and asked.

"Mr. Yan Lu said that he wanted to teach the Analects of the Huns and the Hu tribe, and he would not be able to recite it tomorrow morning!" Li Mu said in a distracted manner, completely unable to understand what Confucianism is doing.

"Okay, let's start the first sentence now." Yan Lu continued.

The soldiers of the Xiongnu and Hu clan looked at Yan Lu nervously, afraid of missing any word and pronunciation he said.

"The Analects of Confucius, the first chapter, learn. Confucius said: Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? People don't know but don't get angry, aren't it a gentleman!" Yan Lu said.

"???" The Huns and Hu soldiers were confused, and they had no idea what Yan Lu wanted to do.

"Read with me, otherwise I will die!" Yan Lu said calmly, but the voice spread throughout the grassland.

All the Huns and Hu soldiers were in cold health. They were a super warrior. If they were disobedient, they would really die.

"The Master said: Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn't it a gentleman if people don't know it?" Yan Lu read it again.

"The Master said: Learn and practice it from time to time..." All the Huns and Hu soldiers hurriedly recited, but because of language problems, they recited them stuttering and difficult to speak.

"If you don't make sure the pronunciation is true, you will die!" Yan Lu frowned and said, listening to the voices of the Huns and Hu soldiers under the valley.

"...so terrifying!" The disciples of various schools of thought and all the soldiers of the army looked at Yan Lu. It was so scary. Not to mention the Huns, they came from all over the Central Plains, and their accents and languages ​​were different. However, Yan Lu now asked people from other tribes to learn elegant languages ​​two or three times, and also recite the Analects of Confucius in elegant languages. This was simply fear.

"If we had such a day in the future, we wouldn't dare to think about it!" A soldier said in fear. Letting them learn the Arts and the Analects of Confucius was even more terrifying than killing them.

"If you want to learn, it is impossible to learn it. If you can't learn it, it proves that they have no value. Kill it!" Yan Lu said to the Huns and the leaders and nobles of the Hu tribe in the crowd.

"No!" Ziche nodded. He was sent by Ying Zheng to assist Wang Ben in a hundred battle armor-piercing soldier and protect Yan Lu, so he ordered the sound battalion commander to shoot the arrow and point to the soldiers below.

All the Huns and Hu soldiers looked at Zichezhi and the sound camp behind him. They did not forget this archer army, their leaders and commanders died many under the arrows of these reapers.

"Do it again! Only this time!" Yan Lu said calmly.
To be continued...