Chapter 75: The Doomsday Arrives (8)

"Master, what method should I use?" Li Guang used his advantage of being quick-talking and asked blurted out.

Killing the elites of the Shanyu headquarters will certainly make Junchen Shanyu sad and disappointed, which is very painful. However, compared to letting the elites of the Shanyu out of control and not obeying his orders, it is not as good as making the elites of the Shanyu in the headquarters. The elites of the Shanyu in the headquarters are the hard work of the Shanyu in the headquarters, and are his hope. If he doesn't even obey the orders, then he will be completely defeated, which will inevitably be extremely painful, sad and disappointed, and even despair. The Huns are hateful, and Junchen Shanyu is even more hateful. Not only do he have to kill the Xiongs, but he also has to let Junchen Shanyu suffer enough torture. That's good!

"It's done with mutton!" Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile.

"Mutton?" Li Guang, Cheng Buzhi, were stunned. They thought Zhou Yang had some amazing tricks, but they had such a bad idea, with a look of surprise and suspicion.

"Miao! Miao!" Just when Li Guang and the others didn't believe it, Wei Qing shouted loudly: "The Huns were so hungry that they were crooked. Although the elites in the headquarters were very good, they could not resist the temptation of the smell of meat!"

"Great wonderful!" Li Guang and the others understood, their thumbs were raised high, and they exclaimed in unison.

As long as a person has a stomach, he has to eat it. The Huns have been hungry for so many days. Not to mention having mutton, it is a great thing to smell the aroma of meat. These Huns rushed up regardless of their lives, just to eat it in one bite? If the Han army used mutton to lure the Huns, the elite troops of the Chanyu headquarters would be unable to resist it.

The more people thought about it, the more wonderful it became. While praising it, they pulled out the ring-headed knife to cut the mutton, cut it into small pieces, and then put it on the crossbow arrow. After a lot of work, dozens of mutton were worn on the crossbow arrow.

This is to lure the elites of our department. Of course, we can't give too much, as long as it can cause chaos, it will be possible. Dozens of lamb are not enough for the elites of our department to get stuck in the teeth, but it is no problem to lure the elites of our department to go crazy.

There was a little more lamb on the crossbow arrow that was originally like a monster's sharp teeth, which made people laugh a little, and it felt strange, but it was also joyful. Li Guang waved his arm and shouted: "Hurry up! Shoot out! Let the Huns grab it!"

"No!" The soldiers were very interested in such a thing, and were very excited. They responded with a loud bang.

"Swish swish!" Amid the powerful sound of breaking through the air, countless crossbow arrows suddenly appeared in the sky, breaking the air barrier, making a sharp roar, and covering the elites in the headquarters.

"It's a crossbow arrow! Flash!" The Huns were most afraid of the powerful crossbow. The elites in the headquarters dared not to snatch their sharpness and were busy avoiding it. However, they could not hide. After the crossbow arrows covered, there were more corpses on the ground, and blood surging, and countless elites in the headquarters were killed and injured.

"Ah!" The heart-wrenching screams of the elite elites in this section rang out, as shrill as the night ghost crying, making people creepy.

"Lam! There is lamb!" Just as the Huns screamed, the Huns discovered lamb. At this time, the lamb was no longer worn on the crossbow arrow, either falling to the ground or pressing the Huns' corpse. Moreover, the lamb was covered with blood and was very fishy.

Despite this, the fragrance on the mutton cannot be concealed. The Huns may not be familiar with other things. The fragrance of the mutton can be seen as soon as they smell it, and they can be smelled even if they are buried in the soil.

The smell was so great. The Huns rushed into their hands and sent them to their mouths, hoping to swallow them immediately. However, at this moment, someone shouted and shouted: "No food! No food!"

This call really worked. The elites who were scrambling for the mutton could not help but stop and tried to restrain themselves. A pair of eyes stared at the mutton and bit their lips, fearing that one would not bite it firmly, so they couldn't help swallowing the mutton in one bite.

Zhou Yang and the others stood on the top of the city and saw it clearly. Zhou Yang couldn't help but nodded and praised: "The elite troops in our headquarters are worthy of being the most elite army of the Huns. When they reached such a point, they could still bear it!"

"Oh!" Li Guang, Cheng Buzhi, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian and others saw it, hated him in their hearts, clenched their fists hard, and cursed in anger: "Damn the Huns, they were not fooled! What a pity! What a pity!"

All the generals were thinking this way, but Zhou Yang didn't care and shook his head and said, "It's too early to feel sorry for you now, so you have to wait and see!"

"Master, can you wait? This is the elite of the Shanyu! The elite of the headquarters is well-deserved!" Li Guang and the others were both angry and admired. They were hated by the Huns and were mortal enemies of the Han Dynasty. However, as the commanders, Li Guang and the others knew very well that when an army reached its current level, it would not be an exaggeration to praise it no matter how much it was!

"As long as a person grows a mouth, he will eat it! He will drink it! I don't believe it, they can really resist it!" Zhou Yang said confidently: "At this time, if the Huns can still resist temptation, then they are no longer humans, but gods!"

"That's the same!" Li Guang and the others agreed and nodded constantly and said, "Don't talk about the Huns, even if we encounter this situation, we also want to eat it! If we don't eat it at the beginning, maybe we will eat it accidentally!"

On the other hand, Junchen Chanyu saw it and was happy in his heart. He couldn't help but grow his mind, his eyebrows were flying, and his thick and black eyebrows were rolling upwards, and he said with a smile: "This Chanyu has spent so much effort, it's worth it! As long as the elites in this department still obey the orders of this Shanyu, the Great Huns still have hope!"

"Yes!" Yi Zhixie was relieved, his face was red, and he commented proudly: "It is amazing that an army, at this point, can maintain such military discipline and restraint at this level. Even Zhou Yang may not be able to do it!"

"Don't talk about Zhou Yang, even those famous generals and generals in the history of the Han people, such as Sun Wu, Shang Yang, Bai Qi, Han Peng, etc., they could not do it! The Great Shanyu is wise!" The sharp voice of Zhongxing was filled with joy, and he flattered the military minister Shanyu.

The Central Bank said that although it was a flatterer of the military minister Shanyu, what it said was not unreasonable. Any army's feelings in this way deserve praise.

Junchen Shanyu heard it in his ears and was happy in his heart. This was the best words he had heard during this period. This was the most gratifying thing he had seen during this period. He was in a good mood, as if he had won a great victory.

However, just when he was overjoyed, he heard a sound of regret: "Ah! They, they..." These words came from the mouths of the ministers, each with regret and decadence.

Junchen Shanyu looked closely and saw that the joy on his face disappeared in an instant, and what arose was disappointment. Helplessly, his originally bright eyes suddenly turned into a dead gray color, dim and unconscious.

The most tempting thing for the Huns at the moment was not life and death, but food. The elites in the headquarters hesitated at first, but did not eat mutton, but stared at the mutton with their eyes and swallowed their saliva. For a moment, the "gurgling" sounded like a thunderous explosion.

"Can't eat it! I'll throw it away!" Among the elite troops in the headquarters, there were many insightful generals shouting loudly to remind the Huns.

"Why can't you eat it?" The Hun soldiers were very dissatisfied with this statement.

"This is the trick of the Han people! Zhou Yang wants us to fight for mutton and kill each other!" The clear-headed generals, their saliva flowed out along the corners of their mouths, staring at the lamb in the hands of soldiers, and they couldn't stop swallowing, but they were still so clear-headed.

"This is the mutton of our Great Huns!"

"That's right! The Han people do not raise sheep, they only grow crops!"

"Why can't the Great Huns' warriors eat mutton? Eat!"

The soldiers holding the mutton wanted to swallow it immediately and find a document. What they said was the fact that the Huns could not eat the mutton of the Huns? Is there any reason for this?

As soon as the master was found, the soldier felt at ease. He stuffed the mutton into his mouth, chewed it hard, and praised it loudly while eating: "It's delicious! It's so delicious! After so many days, I finally got the mutton again!"

"Don't save a little!" The soldiers who didn't grab the mutton almost regretted their intestines. Why should they not grab the mutton after listening to the bullshit order? If they grab the mutton, they will not be someone else's mouth, but themselves.

Lamb has long become a thing in others' belly, so what's the use of regret?

"Oh!" A sigh sounded, as if thunder roared. The Hun soldiers raised their heads and looked at the city wall with their eyes, hoping that the Han army would shoot them some mutton. At this moment, in the eyes of the soldiers, the strong crossbow was no longer a fatal killing weapon, but a cute treasure. Only this treasure could bring them delicious mutton!

"It's not in chaos?" Zhou Yang saw it and was surprised, and there was a little more praise.

"The elite of our department is amazing!" Li Guang and the others did not scold or be angry, but only admire. Even if they were enemies, they had to admire them in this way.

"Come again!" Zhou Yang waved his hand and the soldiers began to cut the mutton and put it in the crossbow arrow. Zhou Yang gave the order, and the arrow was like rain, covering the elite troops in the headquarters.

This time, like last time, many elites in the headquarters died under the crossbow target. The difference is that the elites in the headquarters not only did not look afraid, but instead took the initiative to face the crossbow target. Although they knew that they were going to die, if they did not take the lead, they would regret it again. The temptation of mutton is too great, no less than death.

"I caught it!"

"I caught it!"

The Huns who were scrambling for mutton were so happy that they were even more excited than seeing the great Kunlun god, and couldn't help but scream.

"Bor!" Just as they were screaming, the muffled sound of the scimitar with meat came, and their heads flew into the air. Last time, they didn't grab the mutton, how could they show mercy this time?

This is so powerful that the elites in the headquarters fought in a melee, killing each other, extremely fierce, and I don’t know how many Huns were killed.

"The elite of our team is worthy of being the elite of our team!" Li Guang laughed straight: "This killing of each other is much more fierce than that of ordinary troops! It's only a few blunders, so many casualties!"

The elite troops of this unit are the most elite troops of the Huns, and they are extremely sharp in their killings. How could they be taken away when this chaos occurs? There are countless Hun soldiers killed and injured, which is much more powerful than ordinary troops.

"Haha!" Cheng Buzhi cracked a big mouth, and his nose and eyes were squeezed into a ball. He raised his head, thrust his chest, and put his hands on his hips. He was almost crossing his legs, looking relaxed and comfortable: "Look at it! This is the case with the Boutique!"

As long as the elite troops in the department are confused and uncontrolled, the last reliance of Junchen Shanyu will be gone. This is a great thing. Zhou Yang and the others are all happy and relaxed, and watch the elite troops in the department with the mentality of watching monkey plays.

In contrast to Zhou Yang and his friends' relaxed and happy life, Junchen Shanyu was in extremely painful, and his heart seemed to be torn apart, and it was unstoppable!

"Quick! Hurry! Ask them to stop!" Junchen Shanyu's face turned pale and no blood. This was his last reliance. If the death and injury were too serious, there would be no hope.

Even the military ministers and Shanyu did not give orders, and the ministers and the elite generals of the headquarters also knew what to do. They galloped among the elite soldiers of the headquarters and shouted loudly: "Stop! Stop! Don't fight! Don't kill!"

They roared like a mountain, and their eagerness appeared in their words, but who would listen to the Hun soldiers? Not only did they not obey their orders, but instead retorted loudly: "You don't want us to eat mutton, but you eat it secretly!"

"Things are nothing! There is nothing!" The ministers were busy leaving behind.

However, the soldiers are at a time when they can't explain clearly. Even if they are all covered in mouths, they cannot convince the soldiers. The soldiers said very angrily: "If you didn't steal mutton, how could you not lose weight? Look at us, we are like thin dogs, and we weigh less than a few pounds! You are all fat and have big ears and full of intestines!"

These ministers and generals are senior officials. No matter how bad they are, they will not be as hungry as soldiers. Although they cannot eat and drink as before, at least they will not be as hungry as thin dogs. This is clear. As long as these words are said, the soldiers yelled in unison, saying that the ministers and the soldiers are not, and they do not regard the soldiers as human beings, and they also say that they deduct the soldiers' mutton... The more they say the crimes, the more they become, the more angry the soldiers became. They waved their scimitars and rushed forward to the ministers and generals, ready to seek justice.

As a result, the ministers and generals were frightened and quickly turned their horses and fled.

Without ministers and generals, the elites in the headquarters were completely in chaos. They were killed in a group, and they were killed in danger and injured. They accumulated corpses like mountains and blood flowed into rivers.

Listening to the screams and watching the soldiers slump in blood, Junchen Shanyu's heart was broken, he slapped his horse, rushed forward, and shouted: "Stop! Stop! I want you to stop!"

It has to be said that the elite troops in the headquarters were quite loyal to the Junchen Shanyu. After hearing this, the soldiers couldn't help but stop.

It was quite useful to speak by himself, and Junchen Chanyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, before he could finish his breath, the soldiers asked: "Da Shanyu, do you have mutton? If there is mutton, we will stop! If there is no mutton, we will kill!"

At this moment, Junchen Shanyu only had ice and snow, so where was there mutton? When he heard this, he couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "Stop it first! I will think of a solution for this matter!"

"Thinking a way! Thinking a way!" The Hun soldiers were angry and mocking disdainfully: "What's the way you think about it for a month? We are getting hungry and thinner! Hey, you are not allowed to eat!"

Junchen Shanyu's intervention gave the soldiers who had snatched the mutton, and they all took the opportunity to eat it and ate it in just a few bites.

In this way, those soldiers who did not compete for mutton did not care about the Shanyu and slashed their swords.

"Quick! Shoot!" Zhou Yang knew very well that throwing some mutton down at this time would have unexpected miraculous effects, seize the opportunity and fuel the fire.

Sure enough, as soon as the Han army's mutton was thrown down, the elite troops in the headquarters, who were originally slightly stopped because of the military minister Shanyu, became in chaos again.

"Stop! Stop!" Junchen Shanyu rode a horse and shouted among the elites in the headquarters. He shouted loudly, his voice hoarsely. The soldiers not only did not stop, but also slashed and slashed even more.

Under Zhou Yang's command, the Han army would throw some mutton from time to time, causing constant riots in the Huns. Whenever the mutton was thrown down, the Huns would suffer countless casualties and blood flowed into rivers. More deaths and injuries were made than those who shot on powerful crossbows.

Looking at the corpses piled up into mountains, Zhou Yang, Li Guang, Cheng Buzhi, Wei Qing and others were both surprised and happy. Who could have thought that mutton could kill the enemy?

Junchen Shanyu looked at the corpse on the ground, his eyes were dizzy and his eyes turned black. This was his elite, his brainstorm, and his last reliance. Who would have thought that Zhou Yang actually used mutton to dismantle the elite.

"Zhou Yang, you are so cruel! You are a devil!" Junchen Shanyu suddenly raised his head to the sky, letting out a shrill laugh like a night ghost, and fell from the horse's back, vomiting blood.

"The Great Huns are no longer saved! There is no more rescue!" Even the elites in the headquarters are out of control. Can the Huns still be saved? Junchen Shanyu was desperate, his eyes turned dark, and he fainted again.

Since then, the Han army has another fun, that is, to kill the enemy with mutton. Whenever the Huns no longer have any disturbances and stop, the Han army will throw some mutton down. The Huns will immediately be in chaos, killing each other, and countless casualties will be injured.

Over time, the Han army and the Huns reached a tacit understanding for the first time. Without mutton, the Huns would look at the city, hoping that the Han army would throw some mutton down. The Han army would respond to all requests and would never disappoint the Huns. They would throw too much of the mutton, but they could not meet the needs of the Huns at all. They could only rely on iron and blood to solve it.

With this plan alone, more than 100,000 were killed or injured by the Huns.

Lamb and the food of the Huns were used to eating it since childhood. Who would have thought that it would have such great power that it would cost more than 100,000 people to kill or injure the Huns without taking any soldiers from the Han army. This is a miracle!

Time passed like sand between fingers, and soon passed. In a blink of an eye, another twenty days passed. At this time, the Huns were so hungry that they had no strength to swing their swords and could no longer kill them. Even if the Han army threw down the mutton, they could not cause chaos. It was not that the Huns did not want to fight, but that they had no strength to fight.

On the top of the city, Zhou Yang, accompanied by Li Guang and others, patrolled around. Looking at the Xiongnu who was tilting around, Zhou Yang was relieved: "The Xiongnu really couldn't escape this time!"

Li Guang stroked his forehead and couldn't say anything joyfully: "I thought it would be unlikely to kill nearly two million Huns. I didn't expect it, and I really did it for us!"

"Yes!" Cheng Buzhi nodded and said, "Although we were thinking about annihilation of nearly two million Huns from the beginning, we also knew in our hearts that this was just a goal of hard work and it was unlikely to achieve it. That was too many!"

"There is no such thing as a great commander!" Gongsun He and the others praised in unison.
Chapter completed!