My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

The momentum is overwhelming and the courage is unstoppable.

The three thousand disciples, who were highly skilled in martial arts and proficient in battle formations, exerted power far beyond Mi Sui's imagination.

This battle to death in his eyes was over before it even started.

After experiencing the first wave of attacks and breaking into the royal court, the Hun nobles who Mi Sui thought would fight to the death came forward with smiles on their face.

Facing Ying Chengyu who was pretending to be Prince Modun, he looked at the black-armored retainers behind him and waved his hands to those Hun warriors who seemed to be resisting desperately to retreat.

Mi Sui didn't understand why. If in Qin, when the First Emperor was on tour, Prince Ying Fusu sent out a surprise army to attack Xianyang thousands of miles away.

What greets the prince will not be a smiling face, but Qin's most elite city defense force besides the Iron Eagle Swordsmen.

These veterans who have been on the battlefield will use the Qin sword in their hands to show their loyalty to the First Emperor in the distance with the blood of the prince.

Among the many large tribes near the Royal Court, only three sent warriors. They came here more to question than to inquire about information. They left after knowing the current situation of the Royal Court.

Many years later, when Mi Sui recalled this battle, she could only recall the bright silver armor, but not the intensity of the battle.

Mu Qiang, this is not only the tradition of the desert, Qin people also admire Qiang.

But no matter how hard Mu Qiang was, Mi Sui had never seen it so easy. Aren't they afraid that Tou Man would come back to sort things out?

Ying Chengyu started the liquidation first.

Surrounded by three thousand guests, he did not enter the king's tent or dismount his horse.

Based on the information he got from Prince Moton, he found Touman's favorite Yan family, as well as the little prince who Touman had just learned to walk and was confirmed by Touman as the replacement for Moton.

kill.

No sloppiness, no nonsense.

Ying Chengyu asked all the soldiers of the royal court to line up in a row of 500 people, bend their bows and draw arrows, and aim at the mother and son who were crying heartbrokenly. Three thousand black armors bent their bows and drew arrows at these soldiers.

"After I shoot, anyone who doesn't shoot will die."

He said lightly, and then he bent the bow and nocked the arrow very casually, without even opening the bow for half a month.

The arrow flew out quickly and landed in front of the favored mother and son.

The Hun soldiers in the first row gritted their teeth, their hands were trembling, and they didn't even shoot an arrow.

The arrows of the three thousand black-armored disciples did not hesitate at all. One by one, sharp arrows popped out from their bows. The three thousand arrows nailed the five hundred warriors to death.

Blood splattered and people screamed in pain.

The warriors who were not shot at their vital points were covered with arrows, like porcupines rarely seen in the desert, covered with thorns.

Some warriors who were not willing to die pointed their bows and arrows at Ying Chenglong, who was wearing bright silver armor. After a round of arrows were fired, the owner was killed by Luan Jian.

Ying Cheng was too lazy to move. He patted the head of the war horse, which was a little stressed by the arrows, and continued to say in that light voice:
"Next row."

Another 500 people stood on the bloody ground, and their noses could smell the blood of the same soldiers who were still alive and kicking just now.

They bent their bows and nocked arrows, looking at the little prince, the Yan family, who was usually the most favored, and was so frightened that they lost their minds.

After the useless arrow in the air passed by, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and wanted to let go.

At the moment of struggle, Tou Man Shan's past power came to mind. In the end, only a few soldiers' arrows flew out, crookedly, but they were not as far away as Ying Chengyu's casual arrows.

Ying Chengyu commanded his retainers to bring out a few men who could not shoot arrows within thirty steps, and ordered all the soldiers in the second row to be shot.

There were several rounds of arrow rain again.

Another row of bodies.

The bright red blood remains unchanged, and the painful wailing remains unchanged, only the lost person changes.

"I, the warrior of the Huns, can't even draw the bow?
"This enchantress is no more than a hundred steps away from you, and anyone who can't hit her even one foot in front of her will be killed.

"Next row."

The extremely severe punishment and the torture between life and death were too much for some soldiers to bear. They rioted and ran towards the silver armor with their scimitars in hand.

"If you don't raise your troops and stay put, you won't be killed!"

Spears, horses, silver armor charging forward, black armor following.

A battle that was simpler than breaking through the royal court guards before, a naked massacre.

The corpses were lying under the horses' hooves. Ying Chengyu looked at the Hun soldiers who were standing there and dropped their bows, arrows and scimitars, and whistled to attract everyone's attention.

"All Xiongnu warriors, pick up your bows and arrows..."

Mi Sui, who was at the back of the three thousand guests, did not hear the sound from behind. There were at least [-] Xiongnu soldiers left to pick them up. The faint murmur drowned out Ying Chengyu's words.

The next moment, [-] arrows turned into a black cloud and rushed towards the mother and son who could not cry...

Gaoque City.

When the Huns army approached the city, they saw Huns soldiers with the same skin color and body shape as them.

These Huns soldiers don't wear black armor, and they seem to be much easier to kill than those invulnerable black armored troops.

It's just that this number of people... is a bit beyond Tu Sha and Lao Zhong's expectations.

Forty thousand, that's a lot, they only have 4.

In addition, behind the sallow and skinny Hun soldiers opposite who looked like they came from a small tribe, there was another very conspicuous person.

A high platform made of loess is two feet high.

It was too far away, but I could only vaguely see it. It seemed to be a big drum from the Central Plains, placed vertically.

Somewhat anomalous.

If you were in the Central Plains, no matter how brave the general was, he would hesitate a little at this moment.

But this is a desert.

Lao Zhong and Tusha never looked down on the Huns from these small tribes.Regardless of whether it is from daily food, drink or training, their warriors are more than better than those on the opposite side who are not strong enough to hold a scimitar.

Without black armor, there are more than 4 people, but they can just kill a few more people and take them back to be slaves.

They have already sent scouts to investigate, but Qin has not sent troops to assist, and there are no troops within a radius of twenty miles.

"Let the traitors on the other side see what a true warrior is!"

The [-] Xiongnu army from Langxuju Mountain charged, and the torrent swept down, vowing to overwhelm Gaoque...

"In the siege of the Central Plains, we pay attention to the fact that the siege team has ten times the number of defenders before encircling the city. But there is no city in this desert, and the defenders really have no advantage at all."

Standing under the loess platform, Ying Jianglu, dressed in black, put down his telescope, sighed, and said with regret:
"If we can build a city two feet high, no, one foot high, these [-] Xiongnu who dare to charge at my high tower like this are asking for death."

"Third Young Master, please be at ease. Lord Chang'an has already prepared countermeasures. All you need is"

"Kui Zhuang, what do you think of me comparing with my eldest brother?"

After being interrupted, Wei Xiang lowered his head and said nothing.

He doesn't get involved in topics like this. Talking about the prince's good intentions will offend the third young master in charge, and talking about the third young master's lack of protection will lead to his sudden death. In the past few months in the Great Northwest, a lot of people died inexplicably.The pair of leather boots worn by the Huns moved in his sight. Wei Xiang looked up and saw General Lu Ying stepping up the steps to the high platform.

"Third Young Master! You"

As he spoke, he winked at the soldiers beside him, asking them to pull down Ying General Lu from the high platform.

Although this high platform was at the rear of the [-] Huns, it was still extremely unsafe. The Hu Prime Minister Wei Zhuang was very aware of the gap between the Huns at the foot of the holy mountains and the Huns on the edge of the desert.

Can't stop it, absolutely can't stop it...

The winner of this battle is not the first battle, but the second battle.

These massacres by Rituman in the desert have caused hatred among all the Huns who cannot enter the depths of the desert.Wei Shao has strung these sparks into a prairie fire, and the flames are burning towards Gaoque City.

The scouts sent by Laozhong and Tusha mostly ignored the Huns, who numbered no more than 200 and as few as dozens.

A few suspicious scouts reported it, but no attention was paid to it.

The 20 Xiongnu army had been killing so vigorously a few days ago, and these traitors were not stupid. They fled in fear of the wind, and their migration was normal.

As long as it lasts for an hour, the small flames coming from all directions will gather together and burn out the [-] noble Xiongnu army coming from the foot of the holy mountain.

And what Ying Jianglu has to do is wait.

Hu Rencheng knew the Hu people best. Ying Chengyu left the old left prime minister, who was very influential in the desert in his early years, in Gaoque, leaving behind a foolproof insurance.

"Li You."

"promise!"

After General De Ying gave an order, Li You led his bodyguards to surround the high platform and not let anyone get close.

General Ying looked down from the steps of the high platform and smiled at the old left prime minister.

"I don't like the title of Third Young Master, I like Shan Yu."

Wei frowned, thinking about what to say.

However, Ying Jianglu didn't give him time and climbed up to the high platform early.

"It's good that my uncle's arrangements are good, but he can't arrange my whole life. The eldest brother is born well and can be the king without fighting. He is the emperor in everything. Uncle has arranged it, but I can't do it."

After muttering a few words to himself, Ying Jianglu bent down and picked up the large speaker that the people below could not see due to the limited viewing angle.

Stand up and hold it in front of your mouth to transport energy to the Dantian.

The veins in his neck popped out and his eyes were bloodshot as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"As long as I, the general, keep drumming! Taotie will not be defeated!"

boom~
boom~
boom~
He picked up the drumstick that his uncle had taken before going to war, and beat the war drum that his uncle had beaten before going to war!
He has been imitating his uncle since he left the desert.

He learned from his uncle and disguised himself as a Huns and experienced the life of the Huns.

I followed my uncle's approach to distinguishing rewards and punishments. After the conflict between the Huns and the Qin people, only the one who violated the law was punished.

However, he can't always live in his uncle's shadow.

He, General Lu, was to be the king of the Xiongnu. After his uncle left, he must be able to establish a foothold in the Xiongnu land and be truly called Shanyu by everyone.

He beat the war drum according to a specific rhythm, exerting no more force and no more force. The dull drum sound was constant and sounded very solid.

Forty thousand Huns were forced to come from the edge of the desert. They were once small tribes of Huns. Now they regarded themselves as a Taotie tribe. They looked at the disheveled leader who treated them well in the past.

The blood rushes straight to the brain instantly!

They have never been chosen so firmly. How could a leader who is so high above live and die with them?

Before their eyes appeared the leader of the Taotie Army who was said to be the leader of the Taotie Army who led an army to conquer the Holy Mountain.

The warrior with clanging silver armor, weird clothes, but fierce and inhuman appearance told them before riding away:
"Touman is coming to attack us, to take away our grain, horses, cattle and sheep, and to steal our wives and daughters. He is going to make the treasures we hold into our hands his slaves! Do you agree?!"

After finally having enough to eat and drink for a few days, the Huns, who were not in danger of their lives, roared "No" in unison.

"Behind us is Gaoque City. In the city are our wives, children, and children, as well as our cattle, sheep, and food. If Ruotouman comes here with his troops, you must hold on. We have no way out."

We have no retreat.

We don’t want to live the life we ​​had before.

The leader, dressed in black and beating a heavy drum, is with us.

Gaoque City belongs to our Taotie tribe, no one can take it away!

The drums were booming.

Like thunder.

The [-] gluttonous troops charged towards the torrent coming from the Holy Mountain that would have frightened them into submission in the past.

For their wives and children, livestock and food.

For their gluttonous tribe and this Gaoque City that doesn’t look like a city.

The power of faith overcomes the physical differences.

Eighty thousand troops strangled together, and the untouchables who wanted to take a bite of the enemy's flesh and blood before dying wanted this group of noble warriors who came all the way from the Holy Mountain to see the humble power.

The drums don’t stop and people don’t retreat!

This battle, which Ying Chengyu had expected to have a [-]% chance of winning, and whose core purpose was to further increase the centripetal force of the Huns in Gaoque City, was won.

When the [-] noble warriors suffered more than [-] casualties, no matter how strict the Lao Zhong organized the troops, they could not stop the army from fleeing.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

On the way to Sha, Lao Zhong could only look at Gaoque City bitterly, watching the figure in black on the high platform beating the drum and walking away with the army.

They are unwilling.

Although they had more than [-] casualties, those untouchables definitely had more casualties than them!
As long as you persist for a while, it will be these traitors who will be frightened by the news, and the rich Gaoque City will be their prize!
An army that can continue to fight after more than [-]% of its troops die is considered elite.

Lao Zhong and Tu Sha looked gloomy. They didn't know why this group of troops, with [-]% of them dead, didn't collapse.

This group of people is obviously made up of the untouchables from small tribes in the desert who can disappear at any time. How can they become elites?
They integrated the army and retrieved the scattered warriors. They wanted their warriors to see which side had more corpses lying on the battlefield!
Give them a second chance to fight, and they will definitely be able to break into Gaoque City after reuniting their morale.

Wei Zhuang didn't give this chance, and the flames came.

Slaughtered and neglected.

There were only two hundred at most and dozens at least. It was hard to count how many groups of Hun cavalry arrived.

Wei Xiang responded accordingly, asking the reinforcements who were supposed to encircle them to follow the same formation as when they arrived, and hunt down the stragglers who escaped.

Fighting alone and in conflicting formations, these reinforcements are no match for the soldiers and horses under Tu Sha and Lao Zhong.

But there is no reason to lose when five on one or ten on one beat a drowned dog.

The drums kept ringing until General Ying entered the battlefield within sight, and there was no enemy anymore.