My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

After a disastrous defeat, they lost their flocks, their prestige, and more than [-] people were captured.

We have reduced our troops by [-], and the enemy has reinforced them by [-], so we have lost [-] both inside and outside.

The fire burning in the desert was far less blazing than the fire in Touman's heart.

"Ten thousand Qin troops were hiding under my nose. I quickly ran up to my face and found out that all the scouts and leaders had been beheaded by me and sacrificed to heaven and earth!"

The scimitar was raised and lowered, repeated.

Life is fixed here and there will be no repeat.

A total of twenty scout commanders spread their blood on the desert, and their bodies were thrown naked ten miles away from the camp.

This distance was within the patrol range of the scouts, and jackals and vultures would not dare to eat the bones for fear of human presence. Touman thought that he could warn the careless scouts to be careful.

In the desert, the weak prey on the strong, and cruelty and ferocity are the eternal theme of this land.

Morality is not present, violence sweeps across the sky, earth, sun and moon, and the yellow sand here carries an aura of violence.

"Check it out for me! Why can this Qin army come here and still have sufficient combat power and be able to ambush! Did their rations fall from the sky?

"Why is this Qin army hiding under our noses? Why is there no sound of horse hooves when they charge? Let me check! If you can't find out, I will feed you to jackals!"

Chanyu was furious, and the 15 Xiongnu army was filled with traces of tension.

The slightest dissatisfaction of the superior person will be a disaster if it is passed on to the inferior person.

The twenty corpses that had been eaten until their flesh and blood were mutilated were a lesson for everyone.

During this investigation, they fought tooth and nail to save their own lives.

The scouts from the large tribe came from the foot of Langjuxu Mountain. Their horseshoe marks were all over the surrounding thirty miles. Touman Chanyu soon learned that the Taotie Army was coming all the way. It was these small and medium-sized tribes that were sending food and supplies. thing.

"Kill, kill, kill! They are just like that traitor! They betrayed the Xiongnu! They surrendered to Qin Dog! Kill all the men, but keep the women, cattle, sheep, and horses, and bring them all back!"

Touman, who was in urgent need of an outlet, issued strict orders. The Huns army, which was vulnerable to the Taotie army, swept away small and medium-sized tribes that were difficult to accurately count.

For these small and medium-sized tribes who are not qualified to enter the depths of the desert and settle at the foot of the sacred mountain Langjuxu Mountain, this is a disaster and a catastrophe.

For the Huns army, which had experienced a major defeat, this was a complete cathartic carnival.Unable to defeat the Taotie Army, they regained their confidence and courage amidst the wails and screams of their fellow tribesmen.

A few days later, the yellow sand turned into red ground.

The average jackal in the desert has gained several pounds each. As winter approaches and food is scarce, they are even fatter than in summer.

The 15 Xiongnu army has been supplemented by 20. These 5 people were drawn from various major tribes.

Touman originally thought of recruiting people from the surrounding Xiongnu tribes, but the surrounding tribes were hostile and made him furious and issued a killing order.

At the cost of annihilating small and medium-sized tribes within a hundred miles, the 20 Huns army had sufficient food.

"The horse's feet are tied with cloth, the Central Plains is really a luxury!"

Touman was a little envious.

There is no production in the desert. The only things that can be used to make clothes are animal skins. The linen clothes worn by the lowest people in the Central Plains are also rare in the desert and can be exchanged for half a pound of meat.

Tragging is common sense in the Central Plains, but Touman, who is limited by his geographical location, has no idea to lead in this direction.Things are rare and valuable, and the desert will not use precious clothes to tie horses' feet. The cattle and sheep they kill are not enough to make clothes.

Touman, who knew how the Qin army charged silently, felt a little regretful and relieved at the same time.

It's a pity that his warrior can't be copied, and he's relieved that now that he knows the reason, he won't be attacked again.

Riding a horse, wearing armor, and under the cover of his personal guards, Touman was located on a high point on a hillside, commanding a commanding position.

Looking at the Qin army of more than 6 and nearly [-] people encamped in the distance, looking like they were going to fight a positional battle, I was very puzzled.

Touman could understand the intention of marching into Langjuxu Mountain or retreating to Gaoque, but what was the point of staying put and setting up camp?
This is a desert, not the Central Plains. What you have chosen is a flat plain.

There is no city to rely on and no danger to defend. What are you doing here if you don't leave?
The Taotie army didn't move, and Touman didn't move either. They didn't dare.

The gluttonous army at full strength has shown its ferocity to the desert. It is a force that surpasses all. Touman, who has an army of 20, faces the gluttonous army of less than [-]. I feel that there is no advantage at all.

To attack is to seek death.

I wish I could burn this black-armored Qin army's head to pieces. Man's brain is intact.

If he hadn't been familiar with the terrain of the desert and occupied the favorable location, he would have retreated to Langjuxu Mountain long ago.

"Send someone over and tell the traitor that if he surrenders, he will still be my son."

Touman gave the order.

He knew that Mao Dun, who had come this far, would not surrender, and he never repaid such illusions.He sent the envoy over to ask the envoy to see what was going on inside the Taotie Army and to examine the actual situation of the Taotie Army from every detail.

The two sides actually fought once, but he had no other understanding of the Taotie Army except that it was powerful and irresistible. This was simply ridiculous!
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Toutan also read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

Soon, the messenger came back, surprisingly quickly.

In the king's tent, Touman, who was waiting with a group of big tribal leaders, immediately summoned him.The motionless Taotie Army gave these Xiongnu leaders a headache and urgently needed a breaking point.

They want to get first-hand information about the Taotie Army and formulate a tactical plan as quickly as possible. Touman is not the only one who feels the shame of being defeated and fleeing, they all want revenge.

The pressure from everyone's gazes put a lot of pressure on the envoy, who was just an ordinary scout half an hour ago. The hot gazes were even more scorching than the fire that day.

Touman personally brought a bowl of kumiss, walked up to the envoy with a smile and handed it over, patting the shoulder of the envoy who looked timid after taking the bowl.

"There's no rush, it'll take as long as this bowl of wine."

He obviously didn't use any force in this slap, but the messenger was almost slapped to the ground.

The messenger's whole body was shaking like chaff, his hands were shaking violently and he dropped the wine bowl, spilling the wine all over the floor.

He hurriedly fell to his knees and begged Shanyu for his life.

"Get up! How could I, Touman, a foolish Chanyu, kill my Huns warrior for a bowl of wine!"

He poured another bowl of wine and handed it to the envoy. The envoy took it tremblingly, swallowed hard, and drank it all.

After drinking the wine, the impatient glances around him were no longer so intense. The messenger wiped his mouth with his sleeve stained with grass clippings.

"Prince Moton said that he had no intention of offending the Chanyu and expressed his apology to all the leaders for yesterday's raid. As long as the Chanyu killed the Wusunyan clan and made him the king of Zuo Tuqi, he would immediately lead the people to surrender. He, Maodun, can do it for the Huns. How could you betray the Huns if you take the Yuezhi as a hostage? The Hun princes don’t fight the Huns.”