The desert is vast and boundless, with green grass connected to the sky. The summer breeze blows by, and bursts of grass waves are surging.

Deep in the desert, there is a huge tent, and the top of the tent is a golden eagle spreading its wings and soaring into the air, which is the tent of Junchen Shanyu.

When the tent of the king was first erected here, there were only a few tents guarding him. They were lucky guards who escaped by chance and came here with Junchen Shanyu to camp here.

As time goes by, there are more and more tabernacles here, from the initial number to dozens and hundreds, now there are almost thousands. These are the fleeing Hun army who have received news and come to meet.

Thousands of tents were thousands of troops, and Junchen Shanyu's military power was slightly boosted. This was the first time he had been able to command so many troops since the defeat of Yanmen.

In the king's tent, Junchen Shanyu was dozing off on the throne. At this time, Junchen Shanyu was no longer the proud and proud Shanyu who set out from Longcheng. At that time, he led heavy troops and was full of confidence. He would definitely be able to invade Chang'an, marry Princess Nangong in Weiyang Palace, enjoy the fine wine and food of the Han people, and wear the brocade clothes of the Han people...

Now he has lost a lot of weight, with dark circles, like panda eyes. Even the golden scepter in his hand has lost its original glory and is covered with dirt and dust.

In the battle of Yanmen, Junchen Shanyu lost a lot. In order to save his life, he had to give up his mount, Chideng, and had to throw away his golden helmet and armor. This golden scepter was the only token of Shanyu he retained.

"Houl! Huoul!"

Junchen Shanyu snored, making the mountain sound and slept soundly.

The golden scepter in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp metallic impact. Junchen Shanyu seemed to have burned his butt, jumped high and pulled out his scimitar: "The Han people are here! Kill!"

"Han people? Are Han people coming?"

Junchen Shanyu's voice was loud and spread from afar, causing nervousness to the soldiers around him. Everyone drew out their scimitars and prepared to fight, and some even ran away.

These days they have become neurotic when they deal with the Han Dynasty pursuers. When they encounter wind and movements, they will cause panic. Sometimes, they will be disturbed for a while and then they will find that it is a false alarm, but the wind makes the grass rustle, so where is the Han army?

The reason they are so nervous is that the Han army is so cunning. They always appear at the most unexpected times, always appear at the most unexpected places, and always appear in the most unexpected ways...

While I was sleeping, when the beautiful dream was in full swing, I suddenly realized that the Han army had rushed to the camp.

The roasted lamb and warmed the horse's breasts and prepared a full meal, but suddenly found that the Han army was coming like a tide, and the Han swords were shining in the sun, so they could only throw away the roasted lamb and escape. After a busy life, the roasted lamb and the horse's breasts were cheaper. The Han army was full and the pursuit became even more fierce, and the Huns had to escape on hunger.

Things like this are endless.

The road to escape was a nightmare, as if it was not the Han army chasing them, but the devil. The Han army was no longer the Han army, which was familiar with the Huns, who did not dare to rush to kill, and had few cavalry.

It seems that the Han army had countless cavalry, and there were always groups of cavalry chasing behind them. Everyone was energetic, skilled in riding and shooting, and sharp swordsmanship. When they met them, they would be dead. If they wanted to survive, they could only escape.

Therefore, these days, the Huns fled north and could not organize effective resistance at all.

It’s not that Junchen Shanyu didn’t want to regroup the army, but that it was impossible. The Han army came and went like a wind, and it was often that Junchen Shanyu had just assembled a certain number of troops and killed them again.

In this way, Junchen Shanyu fled north and didn't know how many times he experienced the same thing. He originally had a leopard courage, but now he has become nervous. If there is any slightest movement, he thinks that the Han army is coming. The golden scepter fell to the ground, and the sound made by the crisp and loud. Can he not be suspicious?

Inadvertently seeing the golden scepter on the ground, the military minister Shanyu finally understood that it was another false alarm. He picked up the golden scepter and shouted loudly: "The Han people were killed by this Shanyu!"

“Utra!”

The Shanyu was so brave that he killed all the Han army, which made the Huns admire him and shouted excitedly.

Listening to Utra after another, Junchen Shanyu's face was no worse than that of the Great Wall, and he couldn't help but blush and could not bear it.

"Great Chanyu, Great Chanyu, what should we do now?"

The few people came in, the ministers of the Xiongnu, the left and right wise kings, the right and right wise kings, the left and right wise chiefs, and the left and right wise masters, were all panicked, like helpless children, looking at the military minister Shanyu.

Many of them participated in the battle between Junchen Shanyu and the Han army, and were scared to death. Others were ordered to attack Dai County, Yunzhong County, and Dingxiang County. However, Junchen Shanyu was defeated and it was meaningless to attack them again, so they had to withdraw their troops.

What should I do? Junchen Shanyu had no idea. The Huns had never suffered such a crushing defeat. He could not accept it for a moment and could not come up with a good idea: "What is the Bank of China saying? Ask him to come up with an idea!"

"Hurry up, go and find that castration!"

"The Great Shanyu was the idea of ​​this castration that caused us to suffer."

"Feed him a fierce dog!"

The ministers had different opinions on the Bank of China and were clamoring.

Amid the shouts of the ministers, Zhongxing said, walked in. Zhongxing said, calm, as if he had not heard the shouts of the ministers. I have to say that he was the calmest among these people.

Of course, this is just his appearance, and his heart is overwhelming. Although he is favored and highly trusted by Junchen Shanyu, he cannot escape the relationship with such a great defeat. Junchen Shanyu was so angry that he would use him as a scapegoat, no one could save him.

"The Bank of China said that they wanted Ben Shanyu to throw you to feed the dogs. Ben Shanyu thought this was reasonable. If you no longer have a good idea," Junchen Chanyu looked at Zhong Xing with great fun and said.

Lie Dog is a hunting dog of the Huns. This kind of hunting dog is purely fed with human flesh and only eats human flesh. It is extremely ferocious. Once it is thrown to feed the Lie Dog, it will bite the Lie Dog bite by bit. The pain is beyond human imagination.

The Bank of China said that he took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, pretended to be nothing, and asked, "May I ask the Great Shanyu, is this battle the warriors of the Great Huns dare not fight to the death?"

"The warriors of the Great Huns are never afraid of the enemy, it is not their fault!" Junchen Shanyu's face twitched, and a trace of pain flashed through his eyes. The warriors he was familiar with, especially the hundreds of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, survived pitifully.

"This battle was not the fault of the Great Huns' warriors, nor the fault of the generals and ministers. Why did it fail?" The Bank of China asked back.

"What do you think?" Junchen Shanyu asked.

"The Great Shanyu, the slave thought that the crime of the defeat in this battle was not the warriors of the Great Xiongnu, not the Shanyu, nor the ministers and generals, but someone acted in advance, revealing the Great Shanyu's plan, and the Han people were prepared." The Central Shang said with some intention: "The most important thing in this battle is to capture Yanmen with lightning speed and seize its siege equipment in order to break through other cities. In this regard, the slave reminded the Great Shanyu several times."

The Bank of China said that although he was in trouble, it was the truth. The ministers of the Huns knew that the Bank of China said that in front of them, they had reminded them many times that they must be secret. Although many ministers were jealous of his favor, they could not refute it.

"Ahu tribe!"

Junchen Shanyu tightened the scepter in his hand: "Catch all the people of the Ahu tribe! Ben Shanyu wants to cure their sins!"

Immediately, a minister took the order and left.

"Come, go to Langjuxu Mountain to send an order to ask King Zuo Guli to come. His defeat is not his crime!" The military minister Shanyu was defeated even worse than Yi Zhixie, so he could only spare him: "Transfer the order of Ben Shanyu and transferred back to the Yuezhi. The army of Donghu gathered in the Shanyu court. Ben Shanyu vowed to avenge this!"

"Kunlun God!"

"Kunlun God!"

The ministers cheered.

"You have found out clearly, who is using the army?" Junchen Shanyu stared at the south, and hated: "Is it the flying general Li Guang, or Cheng Bushi?"

Until now, the Huns still don’t know who they defeated, so they looked at each other and couldn’t speak out.

The Central Bank said carefully: "The Great Shanyu was planned by a man named Zhou Yang."

"Who is Zhou Yang?" Junchen Shanyu frowned: "Have you heard of it?"

Not to mention the Huns, even the Han people, I don’t know who Zhou Yang was. Not many people knew about Zhou Yang, mainly because the Han army involved in this battle knew, and how could the Huns know?

"You are all pigs, you have been defeated, and you still don't know who your opponent is!" The roar of Junchen Shanyu sounded, like thunder and lightning, which was very horrifying: "Zhou Yang, I swear to be incompatible with you! I swear to avenge this!"
Chapter completed!