He screamed, slapped the horse on the back, and the chasing horse whistled, as if he was pulled and pulled away by a rope, and ran far away.

"Father, hurry up, shoot that horse!" Li Danghu hurriedly reminded.

Li Guang put down his bow and praised him: "The Feng Qiao is well-known. It is a pity that such a good horse fell into Hou Chaner's hands."

"Father, why don't you shoot horses?" Li Danghu complained.

"That's the Fengchasing Horse. I would rather let the Hou Cai'er go than hurt it. The Bao Qiao!" Li Guang's eyes were red.

The reason why Hou Chaner was able to escape from Li Guang's arrow was not only his agile skills, but also the contribution of Feng Zhui. If Feng Zhui had not been Feng Zhui, he would have died long ago under Li Guang's arrow. It was a good idea to shoot Feng Zhui first and then Hou Chaner.

The question is, the general loves horses, so Li Guang is willing to shoot and kill such a good horse.

Hou Chan'er and Ahu'er returned to the tent, which shocked the ministers.

Ah Hu'er was injured, so they could not be surprised. Hou Chan'er was the younger brother of Zuo Daduwei. He was very skilled, not necessarily worse than Zuo Daduwei. He was deeply trusted by many ministers. Even he was injured, so it was conceivable how much it would have hit them.

"You guys lost so quickly?"

Junchen Shanyu was very surprised. He did not think that it was inevitable that Ahu'er and the others could capture Yanmen and return. However, he did not expect that he would be defeated so quickly.

"Big Chanyu, we tried our best."

Hou Chan'er's head hangs down.

"Hou Chan'er, you don't deserve the Fengchasing Joe."

Since Junchen Shanyu lost the Red Lightning, he always thought about making another war horse like Red Lightning, and he had long been salivating at the wind chasing horse.

The problem is that the rules of the Huns made him unable to force him to seek. The Huns were noble, strong and humble, and the military ministers and Shanyu were worthy of having good war horses? Even if he asked for it, the Marquis's son could not be given.

Hou Chaner's defeat gave him an excuse. Hou Chaner was extremely reluctant, but he had to offer his horse: "Hou Chanerer is willing to offer the Fengfeng horse to the Great Shanyu."

"Ha ha!"

The Huns did not have so many empty rites, and the Junchen Shanyu laughed and said, "I have long wanted to try the strength of the Fengjiao!"

He stood up, quickly stepped out of the tent, flew onto the horse, slapped the horse's back, and galloped on the wind chasing horse. The wind chasing horse was as famous as Chidian, and his footsteps were not under him. Since Chidian was lost, Junchen Shanyu had never ridden such a majestic war horse. He was in a good mood and rode faster and faster, and laughed.

Far from Mount Hu, the leaves are withered and yellow. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall down and rustle.

Zhou Yang stood on the hill, looked at the trees in front of him, stretched out his right hand and caught a yellow fallen leaf: "It has been more than a month since we came to this mountain, and the Xiongnu's spirit has been exhausted."

"Master, are you going to do it?" Gongsun He leaned on the trunk and dozed off, snoring, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly, as dazzling as the stars at night.

"It's time to do it!" Zhou Yang waved the leaves.

"If you don't take action, Shanyu might have to withdraw." Gongsun He stood up with a smile.

"Retreat? He will not withdraw." Zhou Yang was not worried: "Today's winter, the days of the Huns will be very sad. To alleviate the crisis, we can only break through the city of the Han Dynasty and seize our food and grass. Otherwise, when we return to the desert, we don't know how many people will starve to death, and how many cattle and sheep will starve to death."

"Why?" Gongsun He was stunned and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Master, your fire is so fierce! Haha!"

"Zhao Ponu, send an order to gather!" Zhou Yang turned around and threw away the fallen leaves in his hand.

"promise!"

Zhao Ponu took the order and left quickly.

As soon as the order was passed, the Han army quickly gathered together.

This is the first time Zhou Yang has sent a gathering in more than a month. Needless to think about it, it is time for them to be long-awaited, and everyone is excited. This gathering cannot be done quickly.

At the foot of Mount Hu, tens of thousands of Han soldiers were in a neat formation, standing one square after another, and everyone's eyes were filled with a fierce fighting spirit.

Zhou Yang rode his horse, and Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian, Qin Wuhui and others followed closely.

When he arrived in front of the formation, he pulled the reins and stopped. Zhou Yang glanced at the Han army and was very satisfied with their fighting spirit.

"Brothers: The Huns attacked our city, and a whole month passed!" Zhou Yang raised his right hand and began his pre-war speech: "Our brothers, brothers who share life and death, they fought with the Huns in Yanmen, Dingxiang, Yunzhong, Daijun, and were bleeding and injured. But we were basking in the sun in the mountains. Would you like to bask in the sun again?"

"No!"

The answer is only one word, sonorous and powerful.

"The Xiongnu now has no spirit, their morale has been disintegrated, and their morale has been depressed; the Xiongnu are tired, tired, and exhausted. We have been basking in the sun for a month, and all we have left is war! War! War!" Zhou Yang's voice was very high: "What I want to tell you is that it's time for us to do it!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

The battle roar sounded and went straight to the sky.

Zhou Yang waved his right hand hard, pulled the reins, and rushed out first.

"rumble!"

Thunder-like hooves suddenly sounded, and the earth shivered violently. The Han army galloped, and the splashed smoke and dust covered the sky.
Chapter completed!