Chapter 74 Blood-stained Dragon City (Sixth)

The enemy's pain is my happiness!

Looking at the ever-expanding sea of ​​blood, the Han soldiers cheered and shouted passionately: "The Han army is mighty!"

"The mighty and mighty Han army" is the battle call of the Han army. Whenever the battle call sounds, it is when the Han army launches a charge. At this time, the role of the Han army has changed a little, unlike warriors, but rather like shepherds, she was shepherding the Huns' herders. Groups of herders, ruthlessly driven to Longcheng under the slash of the Han army's ring-headed swords. These unlucky Huns' herders either cut to death by the Huns' scimitar, squeezed to death or stomped to death.

No matter how the Huns died, as long as they died, it would make people happy. Of course, the more herders died, the more miserable the deaths, the more happy the Han soldiers were, and their cheers became louder and more joyful.

Amid the sky-high roar, the Han soldiers were extremely excited, like tigers going down the mountain, waving their ring-headed swords, galloping across the land, as if they were entering a nobody. Under their drive, the Huns herders could only jump in the arms of rats and rushed towards Longcheng, the meat grinder.

Looking at the panic-wrenching Huns, Zhang Tong was so excited that he opened his mouth and laughed: "Master, look, there, the Huns are like headless flies, we can go wherever we want them to go!"

After a moment of pause, he could not express his joy: "The Huns are hateful. For decades, they have suppressed the great man and killed countless people. Have they ever thought of the present? That old man, when he was young, must have been covered with the blood of the great man! He stepped on it well!"

Zhou Yang looked around and saw an old man with gray hair and beards stomping into a pile of meat paste by the surging crowd. Before he died, the old man let out a shrill scream, but it had no effect at all. He stepped on his feet and horse hooves, and he turned into meat paste.

Women, children, old and weak, who are trampled to death like him, are just a microcosm.

"Zhao Ponu!" Zhou Yang browed.

"The last one is here!" Zhao Ponu held the ring-headed sword, and the bright blade was covered with blood, dripping along the blade onto the snow, making a slight tick.

At this time, Zhao Ponu killed many Xiongnu herders, covered in blood, and was like a person who was full of blood. However, he was full of energy, with a happy face, and his bright eyes were filled with joy.

"Transfer the order, form a formation!" Zhou Yang ordered loudly.

"Master, what formation is formed?" Zhao Ponu was a little surprised and did not agree with Zhou Yang's order: "For these herdsmen, we should use the ring-headed sword! There is no need to use the military formation!"

In front of the Han army, which was like a wolf and a tiger, the Hun herders had no resistance and could only give the massacre. There was no need for the Han army to form an army.

"Be careful!" Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows and said in an unquestionable tone: "If I was wrong, the massacre of the Xiongnu herders was the idea of ​​the Bank of China..."

"That eunuch, he doesn't want to live anymore? He dares to come up with this idea? He is not afraid that the Huns will cut him down?" Zhang Tong almost screamed and interrupted Zhou Yang's words.

"Yes!" Zhao Ponu hurriedly agreed: "Although the Huns are hateful, the more they die, the better, but this idea is too cruel, and it is not impossible for Shanyu to chop off the dog's head of the castration."

"No! Shanyu is a wise man. Of course he understands that the Huns are now in this way, there is no other way." Zhou Yang shook his head slightly and said, "At present, we can still drive the herders to Longcheng, because the massacre of the Huns has not scared them yet. Once the news of the Huns' killing comes, they will be afraid and will come to us. At that time, our ring-headed sword alone will be difficult to stop, and military formations are needed, and powerful crossbows and modao will be used."

Once the herdsmen were very scared and no longer rushed towards Longcheng, but came towards the Han army, and the consequences were unimaginable. The crowd of more than one million people was surging and could not be killed. Even Mount Tai could not stop it, let alone the Han army.

It is certain to disrupt the Han army's team. If the Huns army followed closely and took advantage of the Han army's team to disrupt the herdsmen's team, the consequences would be very serious.

Arrange the formation and prepare for the battle, and prevent the Hun herders from attacking the Han army, which is the most urgent task at the moment, and Zhou Yang has taken it into consideration.

After Zhou Yang mentioned this, Zhang Tong and Zhao Ponu immediately understood and stopped talking. Zhao Ponu hurriedly went to pass the order.

As soon as the order was passed, the Han army began to form a military formation. The crossbow handlers moved the powerful crossbow off the horse's back and started assembling it. In a short while, a powerful crossbow was assembled.

"Dongdong!"

The sound of thunder-like war drums sounded, and the Han army began to line up under the command of Zhou Yang. The Han army was well-trained and arranged very quickly, and soon formed a formation.

At present, the combat mission of the Han army is still mainly to drive away the Hun herders. Naturally, this military formation will not be listed in one place, but will list many military formations, distributed in all directions of Longcheng, east, west, south, and north. If the Hun herders dare to rush towards the Han army, they will inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

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In front of Maodun's tomb, Junchen Shanyu's face was pale and blood-colored, and his strong body kept trembling. If he hadn't been forcing him, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

At the end of the massacre, when more than one million Xiongnu herders died, this is a shocking number. Not only did the military ministers, Shanyu, wrap up in fear, but who was not like this, the ministers of Yi Zhixie?

At this time, they were determined to hope that the massacre would end soon so that they would not suffer such pain. To them, watching so many people be killed was a supreme pain!

It's the most painful thing in their lives!

However, the great Kunlun God did not bless them, and the massacre proceeded very slowly, even though the Huns army was working hard to kill. The reason why it was slow was that there were too many people and they could not kill them. Kill one and a pair of them, which made the Huns army weak and not even a fraction of them were killed. When was this the end?

If this continues, not to mention ten days and half a month, in just three or five days, Junchen Shanyu himself will collapse. It’s not that his mind is not firm enough, nor that he is not cold-blooded enough, but that the bloody massacre is beyond his psychological endurance.

"Zhongchang said, think of a solution!" Junchen Shanyu was helpless and could only ask Zhongxing for help as usual: "If you continue to kill like this, my Shanyu can only wipe his neck!"

His words are very decisive, and they are definitely not lies. This is definitely his true words. As long as he is in his situation, he will definitely have the idea of ​​self-destruction and elimination of pain.

"Great Shanyu, you can't have this idea. If something happens to you, who will save the people of the Great Huns?" The ministers suppressed their fear and were busy comforting them. To be honest, they also had the urge to wipe their necks.

With their angry mood, they really wanted to have a big fight with the Han army. However, the Han army was still on the periphery of the herdsmen, and they didn't even see the shadow of the Han army. They wanted to have a big fight but couldn't find an opponent, so don't mention how frustrated they were.

"Why!"

Junchen Shanyu closed his eyes in pain. Shanyu, who is so good, has a comfortable place, and is in the desert. The kings of all kings will be respected wherever they go. However, when disaster strikes, the responsibility of the Shanyu's high position is heavy, and he cannot even commit suicide.

"Da Shanyu, please give an order quickly to kill the warriors of the Great Huns more fiercely, and even more fiercely!" Zhongxing said with his eyebrows tightly and thought, his voice was sharp and harsh, extremely unpleasant.

This was already ruthless enough, and he still didn't think it was enough. These words immediately annoyed the ministers and shouted loudly.

"You Han dog, you want the Great Huns to destroy the seeds!"

"The nonsense of the Han people is not my race, but their hearts will be different, which means villains like you!"

"Kill this man dog!"

Not to mention that the ministers had the urge to kill Zhongxing, even the military minister Shanyu, who had always relied on him, had this idea. He pressed his right hand tightly on the hilt of the knife, his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, staring at Zhongxing.

"The reason why the herdsmen were devoted to the Longcheng was because the Han army made them afraid." Zhongxing said that he knew life and death were just in the mind of Junchen Shanyu. With Junchen Shanyu's anger at this time, killing him was as simple as pinching an ant, and he was busy explaining: "If we don't kill, we can only make the herdsmen afraid of us. As long as the herdsmen are afraid, they will rush out and attack the Han army..."

"Good plan!" The army minister Shanyu's gray eyes suddenly became bright, like the scorching sun above the nine heavens. He clenched his fist with his right hand: "So many herdsmen rushed out, no matter how many Han army could fight, the Han army could not resist it. The Han army's formation would definitely be in chaos! At that time, the Shanyu would lead the warriors of the Great Huns to fight out, and he would definitely defeat the Han army and capture Zhou Yang alive!"

At the last moment, he was completely disappointed and wanted to wipe his neck. At the next moment, he was so excited that he was like a crowing rooster, stretching his neck and screaming.

"Now, the number of winners and losers is not in the hands of Zhou Yang, nor in the hands of Shanyu, but in the movements of the herdsmen." Yi Zhi's face was shining with a strange light: "The herdsmen rushed towards Longcheng, and the Great Huns are in danger! The herdsmen rushed towards the Han army, and the Han army will be defeated!"

"Great Shanyu, let's go and fight!" The ministers understood and asked for their orders.

"Knock!" Junchen Shanyu pulled out his scimitar suddenly, and his wrist flapped, and a beautiful sword flower appeared and shouted: "This Shanyu wanted to lead the elite troops of our headquarters to sweep away the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, so that the herdsmen could be scared from the bottom of their hearts!"

Until now, the elite soldiers of the Shanyu headquarters have not moved yet and are still watching the battle. It’s not that they don’t want to rush, but that there is no room for them to rush. After killing for so long, the space of the Hun army has not expanded, but it has become smaller, and the elite soldiers of the headquarters have not been able to invest.

The elite troops of the Shanyu headquarters were the most elite troops of the Huns. When the elite troops were dispatched, the current crisis should be resolved, and the ministers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"When the Great Shanyu was killed, he also wanted the warriors to yell and the herdsmen to attack the Han army." Zhou Yang reminded.

"Good plan!" Junchen Shanyu agreed. The random killing made the herdsmen scared, but if they understood that only by attacking the Han army could they have a way out, they would definitely do it. In that case, the Huns would not only turn danger into safety, but also win a great victory.

"Let's go!" Junchen Shanyu waved the scimitar in his hand, walked away quickly, and took the lead in getting off Maodun's grave.

Junchen Chanyu recovered his former anger, became more fierce, and was like a tiger down the mountain. He rode his horse to the elites in the headquarters, waved his scimitar and shouted: "The warriors of the Great Huns: I, under the sun and the moon, above the desert, the king of the kings, and the Great Huns, lead you to create glory! Defeat the most hateful enemy of the Great Huns, Zhou Yang! Zhou Yang, he is in Longcheng, we will fight and capture Zhou Yang alive! Capture Zhou Yang alive!"

Zhou Yang was the enemy that the Huns feared the most. If the military minister Shanyu spoke like this on weekdays, the Hun soldiers would be frightened. However, the Han army drove away the herdsmen and let them kill each other, and they were angry from the bottom of their hearts. When they heard this, they all shouted: "Capture Zhou Yang alive!"

The roar of "Capture Zhou Yang alive" shocked the earth, resounded through the sky, and shook the dark clouds in the sky.

"Kill!" Junchen Shanyu slapped the war horse under his crotch and rushed out first.

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Hundreds of thousands of elite elites followed closely, with a sea of ​​people storm, with a shocking momentum, and the sound of hooves rolled in like thunder, shaking the eardrums. Where the horse's hooves stepped on, ice and snow splashed, a magnificent scene.

Yi Zhixie and a group of ministers commanded other Xiongnu troops to evacuate and give way to the elite troops of the headquarters. Under the leadership of the military minister Shanyu, the elite troops of the headquarters collided with the herdsmen who came effortlessly.

The scimitar in Junchen Shanyu's hand drew a sword light like a craftsman, snatching eyes, a human head rolled down and blood splattered.

"Listen to the people of the Great Huns, my Shanyu is going to capture Zhou Yang alive, you can give in!" Junchen Shanyu roared while chopping and slapping: "Damn Zhou Yang is in Longcheng, you rush out and kill him!"

The elites of our department followed the army minister Shanyu and roared together. The loud voice was far beyond the description of the pen and ink. The screams and screams of the herdsmen were drowned. Looking at the elites of our department who were rushing towards us like a sea of ​​rushing over, the herdsmen couldn't help but stop.

Just as the herdsmen were hesitating, the elite troops in the headquarters had already rushed to the front, and the scimitar in their hands slashed hard, and the head rolled to the ground like pouring water. The elite troops were the elite troops, with skillful sword skills and fierce chopping, which was far beyond the reach of other troops.

"Why don't you go quickly? Are you looking for death?" Junchen Shanyu shouted, harvesting the heads without mercy.

Looking at the elite troops coming from the sky, the herdsmen finally did not dare to rush forward and began to retreat.

"Whoever rushed towards Longcheng will kill him!" Under the leadership of Junchen Shanyu, the elite troops in the headquarters roared in unison, and the sound waves rose to the sky, and they heard it for dozens of miles.

Under the fierce slashing of elite soldiers in the headquarters and under the attack of Junchen Shanyu, the herdsmen finally turned around and rushed towards the periphery.

The herders outside were driven by the Han army and rushed towards Longcheng in vain. However, there were too many herders inside. When the impact came, they rushed in like a tide of a collapsed dam, threatening them and began to retreat towards the circumference.

"Haha!" Looking at the herdsmen who were rushing towards the periphery, Junchen Shanyu was very happy. In doing so, the Xiongnu herdsmen would suffer heavy casualties, but it was much better than all deaths.

Not to mention, he led the elite troops of the headquarters to take advantage of the situation and fight a great victory. With the talent of the military minister Shanyu, he would not have expected that the Han army that came to Longcheng would be the most elite army of the Han Dynasty. As long as he defeated this Han army, it would be a huge blow to the Han Dynasty. Without this Han army, the north of the Han Dynasty would be opened, and he would be allowed to gallop, enter the Central Plains, and attack Chang'an.

"Kill me! Drive me!" Junchen Shanyu's decadent heart no longer existed, and beautiful stars emerged in front of him.

The Han army could herder herders, but why couldn't the Huns' army? Driven by the elite troops in the headquarters, the Huns' herders waded in the sea of ​​blood, whistled away, and rushed towards the outside world.

If you look out from the air, you will see the crowd composed of herders, one wave higher than another, stacked up, and I don’t know how many waves there are, surging with the momentum of thunder.

Behind them were the elite troops led by the army Chanyu, who waved scimitars and drove away the herdsmen like shepherds.

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"No one expected that the battle could be fought like this!" Zhang Tong was instructing the soldiers to drive away the herdsmen while talking to Zhou Yang.

If you use the Huns herdsmen to consume and restrict the Huns, you will not be able to find this kind of fighting method when you read through the military books. Not to mention personal experience, even thinking about it, it will be exciting.

He had said this many times, but he was too excited and still couldn't help but say it.

Zhou Yang looked serious, his eyes looked ahead without answering the conversation.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Tong was a little surprised.

"The real crisis is coming!" Zhou Yang looked solemn.

"Crisis?" Zhang Tong said with a smile: "Master, the situation is so beneficial to us, where does the crisis come from? We braved the cold and did not do anything to us in the snow. Just these herdsmen can do us?"
To be continued...