Junchen Shanyu rode on the lightning, his whole body was soaked, his lips tightly pursed, and looked at the attacking Huns.

At this time, the Huns had long lost their aura of the first arrival and were weak, which was the consequence of the setbacks of the attacks. Some of the Huns were just acting and perfunctorily trying to deal with the military officials and Shanyu.

Not to mention soldiers, many generals turned a blind eye and roared like a mountain, but they were far away from the crossbow's range, because the Han army's crossbow was so terrible that if you were not careful, you would become a dead soul under an arrow.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Junchen Shanyu felt very resentful, but he suffered a setback in the attacks and was soaked in the rain for a day and a night, so his morale was not as good as he was. He was helpless when he was hated. Now the best choice is to suspend the attack and reinvigorate morale.

"Go back to camp!"

Junchen Shanyu passed on the order.

This was the most important order that the military officers and Shanyu had since the marched. After the military order, the Huns cheered in a crowd.

"Kunlun God!"

“Utra!”

The cheers rang through the sky, shaking the earth, and were seven points louder than the rushing sound during the attack.

Junchen Shanyu heard it in his ears and was angry in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He pulled his horse's head with anger and wanted to return to his royal account to rest.

"Dongdong!"

At this moment, the shocking sound of war drums sounded, which was the order of the Han army to attack.

"Da Shanyu, this is a reinforcement from the Han people!" The Bank of China said he was busy reminding him.

"The reinforcements of the Han people? Can the Han people march on such a rainy day? This is the trick of the Han people. How could this Shanyu be fooled?" Junchen Shanyu broke his mouth and didn't believe it at all: "They used sheep to defeat Yi Zhixie, and they must be sheep to beat drums to scare us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bank of China said in a hurry and panic, pointing at the north: "Da Shanyu, look quickly, that's the Han army!"

"Han Army?" Junchen Shanyu was still disdainful and looked north casually, and saw a burning cloud floating towards the Huns camp. It was Jianzhang Army.

"There are really Han troops? Such a few people are not enough to get between us!" Junchen Shanyu did not take the 1,500 Jianzhang Army seriously at all.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Jianzhangjun bent his bow and arrow, aimed at the Huns who came to meet the enemy and shot them. Wherever the arrow passed, the Huns fell down in pieces like straws harvested in rice fields.

Junchen Shanyu's pupils shrank, and he lost his voice in surprise: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes! So many The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

The Legend of the Condor Heroes is extremely rare. Even the Junchen Shanyu only has more than 700 Legend of the Condor Heroes. Jianzhang Jun has been like a 1,500 Legend of the Condor Heroes. How could he not be shocked?

Although the Huns were good at riding and shooting, they were not very crowded after all, and the Han Dynasty was dozens of times that of the Huns. Why not choose thousands of Sagittarius-like Sagittarius?

In the hands of Jianzhang Army, the bow and arrow can no longer be said to be a bow and arrow. It should be said to be a killing weapon. The arrows are not empty and they will hit every shot. After a round of arrows, a group of Huns will fall down. In front of them, the Huns have no power to fight back, they can only be targets.

"Hurry, the Legend of the Condor He shoots these hateful Han people!"

Ordinary soldiers only get shot, which will only increase casualties. More importantly, if they shoot Jianzhang Army for a few more rounds, the morale of the Huns will inevitably be low, and the military minister Shanyu had to send the Condor Heroes to fight.

However, the Legend of the Condor Heroes had not yet met, and only heard the war in the east soaring into the sky: "The Han army is mighty! The Han army is mighty!"

In the battle roar that soared into the sky, a red tide surged towards the Huns camp, and it was the Han army led by Li Guang who came over.

The Han army's uniforms were red, and the water on the ground was also red because it gathered the blood of the Huns. If you look from the air, the two reds would be integrated and it would not be able to tell which was the Han army or the water.

Every step of the Han army must splash countless red waves, which are particularly beautiful and amazing.

"The flying general is here, the Huns surrender quickly!"

The Han army in the east shouted in unison, holding up the Han sword, and rushed over like a tiger down the mountain.

"How could the Flying General appear here? It's another trick of the Han people!" Junchen Shanyu remembered that Yi Zhi rushed left and right and broke out all night, but did not run out of the Flying General's palm, so he didn't believe it at all.

"Great Shanyu, the flying general is really here. Look, there!" Zhongxing said that his face changed color and pointed eastward.

Junchen Shanyu looked in the direction of his finger and saw a big man eight feet long with a long and thick hard bow in his hand. Every time he put an arrow on, there were four branches. When he pulled the string, four sharp arrows shot out with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Those among the Huns died immediately.

Arrows shot out from Li Guang's hand and formed a graceful line, as if he was holding a bow, but a machine gun aimed at the Huns.

Wherever his arrows go, the Huns must fall in pieces, as if piled up straws are being pushed to people.

Looking around the world, not only the Han Dynasty, but also the Huns, there was only one person who could have such archery skills, that is, the flying general Li Guang.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the name of Li Guang had long been spread throughout the Xiongnu. When the Xiongnu heard about it, he changed his expression. Li Guang came in person, which was really horrifying. The military minister Shanyu suppressed his fear and ordered the Xiongnu to meet the enemy.

Li Guang's reputation was so high that ten thousand Xiongnu were unwilling to do so, but under the strict orders of the military minister Shanyu, he had to bite the bullet and respond.

"The Great Shanyu, there are also Han troops to the west!"

The Bank of China said that it was urgent to remind. Junchen Shanyu did not dare to be at all despised. Looking west, he saw a red wave rolling up. Countless Han soldiers waved Han swords and shouted loudly at the battle call "Han Army Majesty", rushing towards him like a tiger.

The red Chinese characters are waving in the wind, rolling like a painting, and beautiful. However, in the eyes of Junchen Shanyu, it is not the same as before, as if it is the devil's fangs, which makes people frightened.

On one side, under Cheng Zishuai, there was a big man with an eight-foot-long face and a face full of cheeks. In his hand, a giant Han army sword pointed at the Hun camp, majestic and like a god.

"Here, all are here!"

Junchen Shanyu had had many dealings with this person, so he naturally realized that this person was another general of the Han army, and Cheng Buzhi no longer knew.

Such a good opportunity, Li Guang came, can Cheng Bushi not come?

Han troops came from the east and west directions, and Han troops came from the south. When Junchen Shanyu thought of this, he waved his horse's heads and looked at Yanmen City.

As he thought, the gate of Yanmen County was wide open, and teams of Han soldiers were like floods leaving the box, wielding Han swords, roaring the battle roars, and killing them.

Under the banner of Feng, it was Feng Jing, the prefect of Yanmen. He was waving the Han army in his hand and shouting: "Kill!"

The Han army came from four directions, east, west, south, north, and the Huns were already trapped in a siege.

At this time, the Huns were at a low morale and completely lost their former spirit. However, the Han army had been raising their energy for a long time, and they all held their energy to beat the Huns hard. The morale was disproportionate.

In addition, this is a place where water accumulates, soaking the ground softens, which is not conducive to riding and shooting. The Huns ride horses and rushing, and if they are not careful, they will overturn the horses and people. The Huns' riding advantage cannot be used at all.
Chapter completed!