Chapter 70: Scared Your Bold

Although there were quite a lot of casualties in the siege, it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the army he led. Apart from making him feel sorry for not avenging his shame immediately, there was no other expression.

Junchen Shanyu was determined to rest today and attack the city again tomorrow. As soon as the military order was passed, the Huns began to camp. They still set up camp at the place where the camp was last camped, which was the lower lying area.

In the last battle of Yanmen, more than 100,000 elite troops of Junchen Shanyu were defeated here because a sudden heavy rain restricted the performance of the cavalry. This time, he did not have to worry about history repeating, because it was autumn. In the north, he had never heard of heavy rainstorms in autumn.

In the autumn in the north, the sky is high and the things are dry. It is not that there is no rain, but there is little rain, and there is even less rain.

As soon as the camp was settling down, Junchen Shanyu immediately summoned Yi Zhixie and a group of ministers to the tent. The Huns had little business, and even if they were marching and fighting, there was not much. Shanyu came to them and must have drunk and passed the time. All the ministers thought so, but after they arrived, they did not see the imagined horse breasts and mutton, but they were facing Junchen Shanyu's gloomy face.

"It's here that my Shanyu was defeated!" Junchen Shanyu spoke out loudly, his tone was a little high, and he was very excited: "That was the most painful lesson I learned in my life! My Shanyu had fought Yuezhi, Donghu, and Han people, but he was not as badly defeated! Do you know the reason?"

"The Great Chanyu doesn't have to worry about it. If the weather was not good and there was a heavy rain, the Great Chanyu would not have been defeated."

Immediately, a minister comforted him with kind words.

This is exactly what the ministers want to say, and they can't help but agree.

"fart!"

Junchen Shanyu shouted violently and interrupted their lenient words: "That was Zhou Yang's cunning. He deliberately changed the attack time to the heavy rain. He knew that the warriors of the Great Huns could not exert their power in the heavy rain and mud. He just waited, and waited until the heavy rain came, and he took action again. He was as cunning as a wolf on the grassland! He was even more cunning than the wolf on the grassland!"

As if he was still not satisfied, he finally added a sentence of Zhou Yang's words that were more cunning than a wolf.

After the last defeat, Junchen Shanyu felt very wronged at first, because the gods were not doing good. After many battles with Zhou Yang, he found that Zhou Yang was not easy to deal with, and finally realized that it was only then that he had this profound understanding.

Among the Hun ministers, there were many people who were wise and knew that the military minister Shanyu was right and kept silent.

Junchen Shanyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Do you know where Zhou Yang is?"

No one knows this question, and the ministers cannot answer it.

"Ben Shanyu didn't know where he was. However, Ben Shanyu knew that he would not be in Yanmen City." When Junchen Shanyu said this, he calmed down: "Even if Ben Shanyu was in Zhouyang, he would not be in Yanmen City, nor would he be in other cities. He would definitely transfer the cavalry to another place to hide. Only in this way can he exert the power of the cavalry and attack the Great Huns. Although there were not many cavalrymen in the Han people, their fighting style was different from the past and their combat power was very strong."

When Zhou Yang cut off the Xiongnu baggage, Zhou Yang only used 7,000 cavalry to defeat the military minister Shanyu. He was a 100,000 army. Although he had disrupted the formation for the horses, the Xiongnu were everywhere, and it would not take too much to collect it. However, in front of Zhou Yang's attack, he did not reorganize the formation, and in the end he had to flee in panic.

What does this mean? In addition to Zhou Yang's flexible and timely command, there is also the amazing combat power of the Han Dynasty cavalry.

Not to mention, Yi Zhixie's five thousand cavalry were defeated by three thousand Jianzhang's army in just one round, and the fourth blow of the Han army impressed him.

Although Junchen Shanyu didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that the combat power of the Han Dynasty cavalry was very different.

"You must send more detective cavalry to find Zhou Yang! He just hides in the sky, you have to turn into an eagle and pull it down! He just turns into a fish in the water, you have to turn into an otter and catch it ashore for me!" Junchen Shanyu roared loudly.

The Huns were all cavalrymen, and of course the military minister Shanyu knew how threatened ten thousand Han Dynasty cavalry were to be placed in the wild, let alone cavalry with four-level strike capabilities. This ten thousand is equivalent to tens of thousands, and he must not ignore it.

Of course, if he knew that Zhou Yang's ace was a crossbow formation, not a cavalry, he would not have dealt with it like this, either concentrating all his troops or retreating quickly.

For the Huns, crossbows are unsolvable. No matter how brave the Huns are or how great they are in cavalry, they can only give them a slaughter when they encounter crossbows.

"You will send people to cut down trees, build camps, and set up camps to prevent Han people from sneak attacking." Junchen Shanyu's eyes were filled with anger and gritted his teeth and said the word "sneak attack".

In the Battle of Antao, the Han army sneaked into Yi Zhixie's camp, causing Yi Zhixie to suffer heavy casualties. The second sneak attack was even more amazing. Hundreds of thousands of herders and millions of cattle and sheep turned into ashes. When they thought of these two words, Junchen Shanyu's anger surged.

"Make a village?"

The ministers were surprised and opposed in unison: "The Great Shanyu, that is the sheep pen of the Han people, and the Great Huns do not need the sheep pen!"

"Nonsense!" Junchen Shanyu stared at the tiger's eyes and shouted angrily: "The Han sheep pen has the same benefit, which can prevent the sheep from being taken away by the wolf! Zhou Yang's cavalry movements are unknown. If he suddenly comes to kill while you are asleep, will you still have your life? That's ten thousand cavalry equipped with crossbows, bows, arrows, spears, and swords. Have you ever fought? The five thousand elite soldiers of King Zuo Li gave the three thousand Han troops a meeting and were defeated."

Yi Zhi's face turned red and his raised head lowered.

That battle had already spread among the Huns, and the ministers did not dare to speak anymore and had to be ordered to do things.

So, countless Huns waved their scimitars, cut trees everywhere and made villages. By sunset, they protected the villages like a huge camp for dozens of miles.

At the top of Yanmen City, the Han army looked at the Xiongnu camp under the city, and was so surprised that their eyes almost fell to the ground. The Xiongnu camps had never needed a village, so they actually set up a village. This was the first time that they had never been able to do so.

"The Huns called our village the sheep pen, why did the Huns want the sheep pen again?" Li Danghu's eyes widened, his chin resting on the city wall.

"That was the Shanyu who scared the general and was afraid that we would attack him!" Li Guang deserved to be a famous general, and he said in one sentence that the purpose of the Shanyu in the army was to defeat Junchen.

"Ha ha!"

Li Guang held his beard and laughed happily.

Is there anything more joyful than scaring the Shanyu's courage?

The next day, after dawn, the military minister Shanyu commanded the soldiers to attack the city. Li Guang was like an iron barrel guarding, and except for the increase in casualties, he could not attack the city at all.

However, the military minister Shanyu unswervingly ordered the Huns to attack fiercely, one day, two days, three taels... Time passed by siege and defending the city.

There is a big mountain called "Yuanhu Mountain" west of Yanmen City, more than 300 miles away. This mountain stretches for two hundred miles, with many forests and valleys. It is even rarer to be very close to Dingxiang County. Moreover, its geographical location is slightly behind Dingxiang County, so it is not easy to be discovered by the Huns.

Although Junchen Shanyu was a cavalryman, he investigated Zhou Yang's movements everywhere, and climbed over the mountains, rivers and low-lying wetlands near Yanmen, but he still couldn't find Zhou Yang.

No matter what, he could not have imagined that Zhou Yang would hide the crossbow formation and ten thousand cavalry in the mountains. According to his vision, Zhou Yang put the cavalry in the field and could attack his army at camera, and must have been hidden behind him.

It is precisely based on this idea that the place he focused on was behind him, but he found nothing.

There are tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of war horses in the crossbow formation. The mobility is not under the cavalry and is hidden in the Yuanhu Mountains. It is very convenient to attack. More importantly, it can be avoided by the Huns.

Zhou Yang had some expectations for the actions of the military minister Shanyu. After suffering such a huge loss, if he did not pay attention to the movements of the Han Dynasty cavalry, he would not be worthy of becoming the Shanyu. The reconnaissance cavalry everywhere was an inevitable result and he had to be guarded against.

At this time, Zhou Yang leaned against the trunk of the tree, held a piece of grass stem in his mouth, closed his eyes, started to doze, and breathed slightly. The days hidden in the mountains were boring, and there was nothing to do, except eating, drinking and sleeping.

Under a tree next to it, Gongsun He snored, making the mountain sound, as if it was at night in broad daylight.

As footsteps sounded, Zhou Yang opened his eyes and saw Zhao Ponu coming quickly. To be busy, Zhao Ponu was the busiest. He had to be responsible for inquiring about the movements of the Huns and contacting various departments. He was busy all day long and reported the war to Zhou Yang many times a day.

"Zhao Ponu, what's wrong?"

Before Zhou Yang could speak, he suddenly stopped snoring. Gongsun He rubbed his eyes and asked.

Don’t look at Gongsun He’s snoring like thunder, he is very alert.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the flying general Feiying sent a message." Zhao Ponu handed Zhou Yang an exquisite copper tube in his hand.

Zhou Yang took it, pulled out a bunch of silk from the copper tube, and spread it out, but the size of a palm was full of words.

"Master General, what do you say about the flying general?" Gongsun He asked while approaching.

"It's the same. He first reported the results of the war, and today he killed and injured thousands of Huns. The second is to ask when he would deal with Shanyu. He was really anxious." Zhou Yang complained at the end.

"The Flying General is that kind of temperament. His temperament is the same as his arrows, and he can't wait." Gongsun He smiled and took the silk, looked at it all, and said with a smile: "You can't blame the Flying General. I want to ask the general when he will attack. We have cavalry and crossbow formations. As long as we go out, it will be a shocking moment!"

"Yes! Grandmaster, when will it take off?" Zhao Ponu was also a little moved: "The days in the mountains are boring. The brothers have eaten and slept all day long, and they have been so uncomfortable. Now, what the brothers say most is to fight the Huns!"

"It's not easy to fight the Huns." Zhou Yang shook his head: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to fight the 500,000 Huns? The more you feel, the more itchy your hands will be. Then the more you fight, the more ruthless you will be!"

"Uh!" Gongsun He made a sound of grinding his teeth. This was the first time he heard about holding back his troops and generals.

Zhou Yang continued to say: "As long as Shanyu has dried meat in his hand, he will not withdraw. If he consumes it, he will almost use up his sharpness. At that time, if we attack again, we will definitely defeat him!"

From a rational point of view, it is a good idea to use the strong cities of the Han Dynasty to consume the spirit of the Huns, drag down their military morale, and reduce their morale. However, emotionally, they still hope to attack the Huns now.

On the battlefield, what is needed is reason, not emotion, and Gongsun He and Zhao Ponu had to restrain themselves.

Gongsun He leaned against the trunk of a tree and sighed, "Master, do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at us in the world?"

"They like to stare, just stare." Zhou Yang said lightly: "This is a war. I can't act in advance just because they are staring. I won't move the best fighter planes if they don't appear!"

"Your Majesty, I have to wait for a while!"

Gongsun He sighed with emotion, closed his eyes, and soon started snoring again.

It really made Gongsun He say that Emperor Jing was extremely anxious at this time.

Weiyang Palace, the Palace of Health.

Emperor Jing was wearing a Yanju suit. He did not kneel on a short table and closed his eyes to rest as usual. Instead, he kept walking around the circle. Sometimes he looked up at the brackets on the top of the hall, sometimes he hit each other with his hands, sometimes he stopped to meditate, sometimes... all kinds of anxious actions and expressions appeared, which was extremely rich.

Chuntuo stood beside him, only staring at him, but he didn't dare to explain it.

He followed Emperor Jing for many years and had never seen Emperor Jing so anxious. Even during the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms, Emperor Jing was not so anxious.

If you think about it carefully, it is reasonable. Who said that this is the largest war in the history of the Han and Xiongnu war? The 500,000 Xiongnu army was pressing down. Not to mention anything else, just thinking about it is shocking enough.

The army of 500,000 is a shocking number!

Who among the ministers in the court, the people of Chang'an, and the people of the entire Han Dynasty were waiting for the outcome of this battle?

Even Chuntuo himself was secretly looking forward to it, but it was not revealed.

"Dingdeng!"

A slight footsteps sounded, and the middle-aged man appeared at the gate of the hall.

Emperor Jing seemed to see his relatives and waved at him: "Sir, come! Come! I am anxious!"

"Have you seen the Emperor!" The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and saluted Emperor Jing: "Why are the emperor anxious?"

"It's not Zhou Yang's trouble." Emperor Jing was a little funny and stopped: "The 500,000 Xiongnu army was pressing on the border. He did nothing except sending people to guard the city. Do you think this makes me anxious?"

"Haha!" The middle-aged man smiled knowingly: "Your Majesty, in fact, everyone is anxious. Not to mention others, even if you are at the bottom, you are looking forward to killing the Huns quickly and having a good time. However, it was a war and I couldn't be anxious. Zhou Yang didn't move, and that was he waiting for the best fighter to appear."

Emperor Jing stroked his forehead and said, "I understand this principle. However, waiting for a day, two, three days, waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting is always so tormenting. I just realized today how tormenting it is! In just ten days of hard work, I feel like I have passed ten years, no, twenty, no, thirty years."

After changing his mouth several times in a row, he could not express his anxiety.

"Emperor, sir, please bring a word to the emperor." The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

"Oh. What do you mean by sir?" Emperor Jing's face turned solemn.
To be continued...