Chapter 19: Shocking Bloody Battle (2)

The dawn begins, the dawn begins, and a new day begins.

"Woooooo!"

The sound of trumpets like grievances breaks the tranquility of the morning and spreads from afar.

This is the order for the gathering of the Huns. The Huns, who had just eaten and drunk, came to the array with bows and arrows, scimitars hanging on their waists, and rode horses. Today, the Huns have good orders. When they lined up, they no longer shouted like they used to be, but there was no other sound except the sound of hooves and orders.

The Xiongnu formation was soon completed. Under the command of Hou Chaner, he opened a camp and forced him to the south.

The Huns stopped five or six miles away from the Han army camp and formed a huge cavalry formation. The Huns were all within ten miles, as if they were like tides.

A man is like a dragon, a horse is like a tiger, a momentum is like a rainbow, and his voice is astonishing as the sky.

The Huns are now in full swing, and everyone's eyes are shining with bloodthirsty light. Looking at the south, I wish I could fight the Han army immediately. The Huns are a nation that holds grudges. They suffered a great defeat a few years ago. How could they forget? I hope for this day, I don't know how long I have been waiting for.

Hou Chaner was wearing a helmet and armor, riding a ray of sun foal, holding a mace in his hand, and relaxing his momentum, which was extremely terrifying, as if an ancient beast would tear people apart at any time.

The tiger's eyes flashed, looking at the Han army's camp. As he thought, as long as he had all his elite troops, the Han army would definitely come out to form a camp and fight him. This was what he hoped for.

However, what disappointed him was that the Han army did not open a camp at all. The Han army camp was as quiet as before.

Soon, half an hour passed, and there was still no movement in the Han army camp. Hou Chaner raised his thick eyebrows, was surprised, and thought to himself: "Am I wrong? Zhou Yang wouldn't go out to the camp to fight me?"

Not only did he think so, but who wouldn't think so?

"King Zuo Guli, Zhou Yang is not fighting, right?" Ahu'er rode his horse to Hou Chan'er, shocked and suspicious.

"He will definitely fight!" Hou Chan'er's answer was the same as if he hadn't said anything. Zhou Yang led his army to Donghu, wasn't it to fight the Huns? If he didn't fight the Huns, what else would he do?

"I mean the moment." Ahu'er hurriedly added.

"Wait and see!" The development of the matter far exceeded Hou Chaner's expectations. How could he know if Zhou Yang would fight him under his command?

Ahu'er smiled and said, "The Han Emperor is seriously ill and may die at any time. If he drags on like this, it will be detrimental to the Han army."

"The warriors of the Great Huns should use machetes and bows to kill the enemy, rather than expecting the life and death of the Han Emperor!" Hou Chan'er was very disdainful of the words of Ahu'er: "If the Han Emperor does not die, the Great Huns will not fight? Will they not kill the Han people?"

"King Zuo Guli, I don't mean that. I mean that the Han Emperor is in a serious condition, and the Han army should fight quickly and not delay it. Zhou Yang must have a plan to do this, and we have to be careful." Ah Hu'er is also a shrewd person.

"That's all there is to say." Hou Chan'er raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you know what Zhou Yang is thinking?"

"I'm thinking about this." Ah Hu'er didn't want Zhou Yang's plan.

I can't guess thoroughly, but I didn't expect that Ah Hu'er was really helpless. Now, what else can he do besides waiting?

"Come on, go and challenge!" Hou Chan'er ordered.

A team of Xiongnu soldiers with high throats and thick throats drove to the Han army camp and pulled their throats and cursed.

"The timid Han Dog, come out to the camp and fight!"

"The Han dog is as timid as a mouse, and he dares not fight against the warriors of the Great Huns, but dares to hide in the sheep pen!"

"Listen to Han Dog, the warriors of the Great Huns are going to chop off your heads and make your heads into drowning weapons."

The Huns' curses kept spreading from afar, and accompanied by the ridicule of the Huns, buzzing in the fields.

However, there was still no movement in the Han army camp, and the Huns were still smoking in their throats, but it was useless.

Another hour passed, and the Xiongnu, who was infuriated, began to weaken his spirit, and the fierce fighting spirit in his eyes no longer existed. The Xiongnu, who had been waiting quietly, began to whisper and talk a lot.

There is a saying that one can be strong, two can be weak, three can be exhausted, and three can be exhausted. After waiting for such a long time, it is impossible to make the Huns not discourage.

It is also the Huns who have good orders and military regulations and would have been clamored before.

Hou Chaner himself was a little impatient and had no intention of caring about the Huns and letting them discuss it.

"Hmph!" Hou Chan'er tightly pressed the mace in his hand, browsed and made up his mind, "Since Zhou Yang dared not fight, I will attack the camp."

The Han army had camps to rely on. If the Huns attacked the camp, it would be very unfavorable to the Huns. However, if you just wait like this, it would be impossible to curse, and it would be better to attack the city.

At this moment, the Han army camp gate opened and a Han army soldier rode out, and Hou Chaner did not give an order.

I saw the Han soldier approaching the horse and shouting at Hou Chaner: "The general said, it's getting late, Hou Chaner, don't you care about your soldiers? Let them eat and drink enough, and after noon, a big battle will take place!"

After waiting for a long time, there was no news at all, and finally there was some news. It was getting late. If the war started at this time, it would be unfavorable to the Huns. Because the Huns were in line for a long time, their spirits were already discharged, and they were a little hungry, so it would be better to eat and drink before fighting.

Hou Chan'er made a quick decision and said, "Tell Zhou Yang, wash his neck and wait, I will cut off his head in person!"

"You?" The Han army soldier's lips sneered, and he rushed back to the camp.

"Stay! Eat!"

Hou Chan'er ordered loudly, and the Huns cheered and began to eat jerky meat and drink horse breasts. After waiting for a long time, this was a torture. How could the Huns not be happy? Even though they were happy, they did not dare to move around under Hou Chan'er's order, so they could only sit down next to the war horse.

"So fragrant! So fragrant!"

Hou Chan'er sniffed and couldn't help but praise. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the Han army camp: "This is from the Han army camp."

"It's so fragrant!" The cooking skills of the Han Dynasty were not comparable to those of the Huns.

The food of the Huns is beef, beef, and beef is not only roasted or roasted. Can there be other skills? No!

There were many cooking techniques in the Han Dynasty, such as fried, stir-frying, boiling, stewing, and stewing... There were many names, countless. The Han army built a pot to make rice, and the aroma alone was enough to lure the Huns to swallow their saliva.

When the Huns, who were eating jerky meat, they couldn't help but mutter: "The food of Han Dog is so fragrant!" Looking at the dry and hard jerky meat in their hands, chewing it in their mouths, it looked like wood, making people lose their appetite.

The fragrance lasted for a long time before it gradually faded.

The Huns tempted the fragrance so much that they were drooling on the field.

The Han army's camp gate opened, and a dozen Han army soldiers left the camp and rushed over. When they came closer, Hou Chaner saw clearly that the Han army was holding food and there was a food table.

"What the hell is this?" Hou Chan'er was completely confused.

"The commander had something to tell King Zuo Guli: The Han Dynasty is a country of etiquette, and it is not impossible to lose etiquette. King Zuo Guli came from afar and was exhausted both physically and mentally. It is better to drink and have fun. I originally planned to invite King Zuo Guli to drink and make a drunk together, but you and I are enemies and cannot have a drink together. I sent someone to a table to the banquet, and asked King Zuo Guli to laugh at him." The soldier in charge was a leader and retelled Zhou Yang's words loudly.

"This..." On the battlefield, there are real swords and guns, so how could you deliver wine and food to you? Although Hou Chan'er is extremely smart, she has to be confused.

"The Han people are not kind-hearted, so they must be poisonous!" Ah Hu'er rolled her eyes and looked at the Han army fiercely.

"Hmph! It's really a sarcastic man's heart to judge a gentleman's belly!" Shi Chang sneered, waved his hand, and several soldiers began to place wine and dishes. Needless to say, the cooking methods of the Han army were all over. Each dish was fragrant. When the Huns nearby smelled it, their eyes widened even bigger than those of the cow's eyes, and they wanted to pounce on them and eat it happily.

Hou Chaner waved his hand and a dog slave came over with a calves. Flying eagle and lackeys are essential items for the Huns who are good at riding and shooting, and they have to take them with you wherever you go.

Hou Chaner pulled out a machete, picked some of each dish, and fed it to the liu dog.

"Wool!" The dog ate very happily, swaying its tail and squinting its eyes from time to time, enjoying it very much.

"Dogs are more sensible than people!" Han Junshi sneered.

Hou Chan'er ignored him and stared at Liegou. Liegou didn't stay on his legs and barked at the dishes on the short table, as if saying, "It's so delicious, can you eat more?"

After a long time, the fierce dog was jumping around and there was no sign of poisoning. Hou Chaner had to admit that Zhou Yang did not poison him.

"Go back and say thank you to Zhou Yang!" Hou Chan'er smiled and showed her white teeth: "For the sake of his feast, I will invite him back after I catch him!"

"Overbial power!" Han Junshi said sarcastically and took the people back.

"Come on!" Hou Chan'er waved at the generals and surrounded them. For the Huns, the food of the Han army was a dragon liver and phoenix marrow, which was very rare. Who wouldn't want to get a share of the pie?

A crowd of people gathered around, grab a handful of you, and I grabbed a handful of you, and soon all the banquet was divided.

“It’s so delicious!”

“That’s so delicious!”

The generals sucked their fingers, wishing they could swallow their fingers as delicacies.

"Why don't you give me more?" Some generals were extremely unwilling to accept it and looked at the Han army camp.

"If you want to eat such delicious food every day, you have to defeat the Han army!" Hou Chan'er was full of memories.

"We must defeat the Han army!" The generals nodded violently. Not to mention anything else, only by defeating the Han army can you get delicious food. Just fight for this, you have to fight to the death.

Time passed by the aftertaste of the generals, and the sun was already a little bit off, but the Han army still did not appear.

"Zhou Yang is using fraud!" Hou Chan'er raised his eyebrows, as if he had some insight.

At this moment, the door of the Han military camp opened, and a soldier rushed out, stopped in the distance, and said, "Mr. Da. I said that afternoon is the time to taste tea, so it is not advisable to start a war immediately. Marshal Rong tastes good tea and fight again!"

This was obviously a trick, and Hou Chaner was angry and took off his hard bow, put on the strong arrow, shouted at the Han army, "I'll kill you!"

"Come!" The Han soldiers were not only not afraid, but instead came forward: "The big men are good men! Come on!"

The bow and arrow in Hou Chan'er's hand moved away and said, "You go!"

The Han soldiers didn't say much, turned their horses' heads and galloped away.

"The general is accurate, Hou Chan'er really didn't kill him!" Li Guang was still a little surprised when he looked back at the Han army soldier.

"Hou Chan'er's brave man relies on his martial arts skills. If he shows off his strength with him, then he will definitely kill people. In this way, he will not kill him." Zhang Piqiang smiled and said the whole story.

"Master, what should I do next?" Gongsun He smiled so hard that his nose and eyes turned into a family.

"Drag it!" Zhou Yang knelt on the short table, holding a teacup, and slowly savoring the tea, very leisurely.

"Master, what are you going to say tonight?" Wei Qing held the teacup, very funny.

"It's time for a banquet to have a banquet, so it's not suitable to fight. Let's fight again tomorrow!" Zhou Yangyun said lightly, raised his head and looked at the floating clouds in the sky: "What a great weather! What a beautiful grassland! Such a scenery, enjoy it!"

"Haha!" Li Guang and the others burst into laughter.
To be continued...