Hanhou

The 14 Xiongnu army invaded the border, and when they came, the drums and horns sounded, and they destroyed the fortresses of the Han border one after another.

Unexpectedly, when the soldiers arrived in Mayi, they stepped into the ambush of the Han army, and the army was surrounded.

The military minister Shanyu took the lead, and the Xiongnu elite exchanged their lives for their lives, and finally opened a gap in the encirclement.However, the Han army reacted quickly, even at the expense of their lives, and the gap was quickly closed.

More than [-] Huqi were trapped in the valley, and less than [-] rushed out.

The defeated army led by Da Shanyu and Wang Ting Sijiao also failed to return to the grassland smoothly.

He encountered Zhidu before Wuzhou Sai, and then met Wei Shang and Li Guang in the grassland, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses, fleeing thousands of Hu cavalry, and finally fled back to the hinterland of the grassland. Wan early.

Such a disastrous defeat was enough to seriously hurt the vitality of the Huns.

The only thing that can be counted as consolation is that the army minister Shan Yu and the four corners of Wang Ting returned to the grassland alive.

In the eyes of the nobles in this department, even if the four corners of the royal court are injured and cannot recover in a short period of time, let alone lead troops, as long as the Great Chanyu maintains his wisdom and can unite the hearts of the people, the tribe will recover sooner or later and go south for revenge.

The Huns were defeated and fled north, the news spread like wildfire, and the road was rumored.

When the sorcerers heard the news, they rushed to Mayi one after another, just to sacrifice the souls of the soldiers who died in battle.

Since the battlefield had not been cleared, the altar could not be built, so the five people who arrived first simply stayed at the foot of the mountain, chanting sacrifices for the heroic souls every day.Taking turns to rest at night, the sound in the valley continued without stopping.

After a short rest, the frontier army began to speed up the clearing of the battlefield.

The body of the same robe was carried out of the valley and placed properly.Daijun Zhubu took more than a hundred books and documents, according to the army roster, checked the soldiers who died in battle, summarized them on bamboo slips, and prepared to send them to Chang'an together with the battle report.

Most of the living Xiongnu war horses were collected and guarded by servants.All the dead horses were sent to the camp on the west side, and more than a thousand cooks worked together to skillfully dismantle the horse meat, stew or roast it, and use it to supplement the army rations.

The dead Hu Qi's head was cut off and tanned one after another for preservation.Only when people from Chang'an come to check and confirm that they are correct can they record the military exploits in full.How the captured prisoners of war will be arranged is also up to Chang'an to decide.

In terms of gains on the battlefield alone, the main general Li Xi should be able to become a marquis, and his subordinates can also be high-ranking officials and generous salary.However, although many Xiongnu were beheaded, the price paid by the Han army was also heavy.

After looking at the statistics of the master book, the joy of victory is gone.

All the generals gripped the wooden tablet tightly, and all of them gritted their teeth, wishing they could immediately take up weapons, mount their horses, and attack the hinterland of the grassland, thus eradicating the Xiongnu.

Compassion does not command soldiers, but human hearts are always grown by flesh.

The generals who participated in the battle all experienced the tragic fight and walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.For them, what falls on the bamboo slips is by no means a simple name or a cold number, but the comrades who fought side by side, the son of the Han family who guarded the frontier and defended the people!

"Hun, Hun!"

After reading the bamboo slips sent by the clerk, Li Danghu ignored the wound on his shoulder, clenched his fists, and slammed on the bamboo slips hard.Cao Shi patted Li Danghu's uninjured left shoulder, sighed, and never saw the high spirits he had when he went north.

Having personally experienced the tragedy of the war, Cao Shi finally understood why Zhao Jia had such a complicated expression on his face when he was excited about the upcoming battle against the Huns.

Han Yan put down the ox horn bow that was half cleaned, got up and walked out of the tent, and turned back after a while, holding two wooden bottles and a fine cloth boiled in boiling water. The bottles contained wound medicine from the medical craftsman.

"The doctor said that your injury is not serious, and you need to pay more attention." Putting the wound medicine and fine cloth in front of Li Danghu, Han Yan said in a deep voice.

"Wang and grandson don't worry." Li Danghu did not refuse Han Yan's kindness, untied the cloth strip on his shoulder, opened the wooden bottle, and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

"Aduo is still in the wounded barracks?" Putting down the medicine bottle, Li Danghu bandaged the wound again.It was still inconvenient to bite one end of the cloth, so he elbowed Cao Shi, "Ah Shi, help me."

"I can't move my left arm!" Cao Shi rubbed his ribs and glared at Li Danghu, "Ask Wang Sun for help."

"Is the right hand okay?" Han Yan picked up the horn bow and continued to wipe it, without raising her head when she spoke.

Cao Shi turned his head suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

"Wang grandson?"

Sincerely making friends carelessly!

Li Danghu laughed loudly, pulling at his wound while laughing, and hissed coldly.

"Wang Sun is a sensible person!"

understand people?

Cao Shi was completely enraged, he gritted his back molars twice, and without saying a word, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Li Danghu.

"Yeah is seriously injured!" Li Danghu yelled, his dodging movements were not slow at all, and at the same time his long legs swept across.

"Yeah!" Cao Shi kicked the short guy over, determined to fight Li Danghu to the end.

The two "one-armed men" were fighting lively, and there was a chaotic sound of ping-pong-pong in the tent.

Han Yan put down the horn bow, feeling a little headache.

Li Danghu's wound hadn't been healed yet, and Cao Shi's injured arm began to ooze blood again. He really couldn't ignore it, so he took a few steps forward and used his horn bow to block the two of them.

Zhao Jia opened the curtain, and Han Yan was stretching out her arms, one on each side, trying to separate the two of them.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Jia took off his cloak, walked to the brazier, and asked curiously while warming up.I was busy in the wounded barracks all day, and the meals were simple to deal with. I finally had some free time, and I saw such a scene when I didn't want to pay back the bill.

"Aduo, come and help!" Han Yan couldn't bear it anymore, her forehead was sweating, and she hurriedly asked Zhao Jia for help.

After looking at the three of them for a moment, Zhao Jia assessed the situation, and instead of going forward directly, he bent down and picked up two or three pieces of unburned wood, tied them together with cloth strips, weighed them, and then stepped forward.

"Aduo, what is this for?" Han Yan was puzzled.

"Wang Sun, you and I both have injuries. Don't move too much, it's easy to tear the wound." Zhao Jia raised the improvised wooden stick and smiled very kindly. "It's better to just knock unconscious, it's convenient and easy."

Hearing this, Han Yan was dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.

Li Danghu and Cao Shi were dumbfounded, their expressions froze immediately.

Seeing that Zhao Jia didn't seem to be pretending, but really wanted to fight, the two of them cheered together, quickly stopped the fight, and kept their mouths tightly shut, no more provocative shouts.

"No more fights?" Zhao Jia raised his eyebrows, looking regretful.

"Stop fighting!" Cao Shi and Li Dang shook their accounts like rattles.

"It's fine if you don't fight."

Zhao Jia threw away the wooden stick, motioned for the two to sit down, and Han Yan picked up the cleansing cloth for wound medicine, and quickly treated the wounds of the two.Then take water to wash your hands, dry them with a cloth towel, and pinch the forehead tiredly.

"I'll sleep for a while." Zhao Jia walked a few steps to the couch, folded his clothes and lay down, "If someone from the barracks is wounded, please ask Wang Sun to take care of him first."

"Okay." Han Yan nodded, turned around to fetch the cloak, and handed it to Zhao Jia who was already yawning.

"Thank you." Regardless of whether the cloak was not washed, Zhao Jia directly wrapped himself tightly and snored quickly.

"Aduo hasn't closed his eyes for nearly three days." Han Yan turned around, glanced at Li Danghu and Cao Shi, and warned, "Don't disturb him."

The two were about to nod when the curtain was lifted again. Wei Yue returned from the Chinese army and brought back the battle report on the grassland.

"Jia Jun and Li Shijun killed more than [-] enemies and are on their way back to the army. Zhi Shijun sent a hundred carts of millet and mutton." Wei Yue said as he walked in.Seeing Li Danghu and Cao Shi who were sitting a few back away, he looked at Han Yan who signaled him softly, and finally turned his gaze to Zhao Jia.

"Hodor is back?"

"Not long after arriving." Han Yan whispered, "I didn't sleep for a while."

Wei Yue nodded, put down a few wooden tablets, and also lowered his voice: "The rations that have been distributed need to be collected as soon as possible. In addition, the grassland was captured, and General Li re-drawn the battle report. I will get [-] heads."

"Four thousand?" Cao Shi and Han Yan frowned at the same time.

"It's quite a lot." Before Wei Yue could speak, Li Danghu said first, "I thought it would be at most three thousand, but I didn't expect it to be one thousand more."

More than 30 frontier troops participated in the battle, and the four battalions added up to no more than [-] people. Four thousand were divided among the gains, which is definitely not a small number.

"Aduo's contribution." Wei Yue sat across from Li Danghu and explained, "Before going north, Ado ordered people to prepare a large amount of wound medicine and spirits, which were used for wounded soldiers after the war. General Li has a record in his hand , Compared with the past, the number of deaths due to injuries has been reduced by [-]%.”

After a great battle, regardless of the generals who died in battle, there are many wounded.

The number of doctors and craftsmen in the camp is limited. If a wound is infected, it is very likely that they will not be rescued.

In ancient times, "death and injury" were listed together, mainly because the death probability of the "injured" was too high.Especially for the seriously wounded, even if they are carried out of the battlefield, [-]% of them will die without special care.

Regardless of the fact that "[-]%" is not much, if it is converted into an army of hundreds of thousands, it must not be underestimated.

Rescuing one more wounded person is equivalent to having one more soldier in the army who has personally experienced the war.Facing a powerful enemy like the Huns, an army with rich combat experience and fearless death is invaluable.

The wound medicine and spirits brought by Zhao Jia benefited all the frontier soldiers who participated in the war.

This kind of benefit was seen by the army from top to bottom, and Li Xi and many big men from the border counties were no exception.In return for treating the wounded, the bosses don't mind sharing part of the military exploits, it's right to be grateful, and by the way, they can form a good relationship.

Because of this, Wei Yue said that a quarter of the heads he received were due to Zhao Jia.

After Wei Yue's explanation, Cao Shi and Han Yan nodded without asking any more questions.

In the next few days, the battlefield was cleared, and altars and several huge firewood piles were erected in the valley.

On the day of offering sacrifices to the soul, bonfires were lit one after another, and the flames danced and leaped up several meters.

Dressed in sacrificial clothes, wearing wooden crowns and hairpin feathers, the sorcerers surrounded the fire, chanted sacrificial words loudly, and kept beating stones and tortoise shells carved with simple patterns.

After reciting the sacrificial words once, the sorcerer took off his hair crown, let out his hair in a bun, and danced around the fire, headed by two ancient elders.Step on the ground hard with both feet, and when repeating the sacrificial words, follow the unique rhyme, the end sound is elongated, and the tone is constantly raised.

"The soul returns, the soul returns to the hometown, sacrifice!"

The Xiongnu hanging on the wooden poles were put down one after another and dragged to the fire.

According to the rules in the army, these fake surrendered Huns should have been beheaded long ago and kept until today. In addition to warning the rest of the captives to be honest, it is best not to act rashly, and sacrifice their souls for this battle.

"Feast!"

The sorcerers roared in unison, high-pitched, almost roaring.

The soldiers waved their knives at the same time, the snow flashed and scarlet splashed.

The sorcerer grabbed the head of the Huns and threw it into the fire.

This is a sacrifice to the heroic souls, allowing them to step on the blood of the enemy, step on the head of the enemy, hold their heads high, and set foot on the road home.

"Feast!"

The sorcerer roared again, and the flames flew up.The sparks gathered and flashed, and the orange-red flames flew like golden snakes.

The night wind swept across the valley, whistling, like the spirit of a dead hero laughing heroically.

The Han army lined up in the flames, including the wounded, all in armor and sharpened, with their backs straight.The resolute faces were reddened by the fire, and the priests shouted loudly, and they all stamped their spears and spears on the ground, making a strong roar.

"Slaughter all the enemies and sacrifice my comrades!"

"If the enemy's blood is not dry, there will never be a truce!"

"Feast!"

The roars of the soldiers and the chants of the sorcerers are intertwined, flying and jumping with the firelight, and circling into the night sky with the wind.Until the last bit of fire was burned out, the sound still echoed in the valley for a long time.