Chapter 15: Fighting the Huns again

Wei Qing is Wei Qing, who is worthy of being a famous commander in Chinese history, and his ideas coincide with Zhou Yang.

"Yeah!" Zhou Yang nodded and praised: "Hou Chan'er would definitely think that we will fight with the Wuhuan tribe for a day or two. He could not have thought that we would finish the fight so soon. The bloody smell here is too strong, so it is better to camp. It is better to retreat fifty miles. Just use these corpses as a gift to Hou Chan'er."

"Ha ha!"

Li Guang and the others laughed.

"Oh, I'll give Hou Chan'er another gift, hehe!" Zhou Yang smiled maliciously.

Zhou Yang was so angry that Yi Zhixie was so angry that Junchen Shanyu vomited blood. His courtesy was extraordinary. Li Guang and the others were curious and asked, "Master, what kind of courtesy is it?"

Zhou Yang did not answer, but asked the soldiers to get a piece of wood, pull out the ring-headed knife, split it, and cut it into a wooden board, which was very smooth, waving the ring-headed knife and engraving words on it.

Zhou Yang's sword technique was extremely amazing. The sword light flashed and the wood chips flew, and words were carved out one by one.

Li Guang and the others rode their horses to Zhou Yang, stretched their necks, and looked at them. Zhou Yang had just engraved a few words, and Li Guang and the others laughed and were happy and relieved.

"Haha! How happy! How happy!" Li Guang held his beard and smiled so hard that his nose and eyes turned into a family: "In the past, we killed Zuo Daduwei, sent his head back to Shanyu, and attached a letter to him. Shanyu was so angry that he vomited blood. This time, Hou Chan'er read this book and vomited blood!"

"That's certain!" Gongsun He and the others agreed in unison.

Zhou Yang did not participate in the discussion on whether Hou Chan'er vomited blood, so he just engraved the words. After the engraving, he asked the soldiers to stand up.

Li Guang and the others looked around the wooden sign for a while, and left with satisfaction. Although the person left far away, they burst into laughter, as if Hou Chan'er was so angry that he vomited blood.

Zhou Yang gave an order, and 100,000 Han troops headed south, retreated fifty miles, and set up camps.

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"rumble!"

The 30,000 Xiongnu army led by Hou Chaner rushed over, splashing large patches of smoke and dust, rolling like an angry dragon, and rushed south.

The Huns had been traveling for a long time, with Hanshui on their faces, and they were very tired, but their eyes were filled with hatred and extremely excited.

That's because they were about to meet the great enemy of the Huns, Zhou Yang, who was reincarnated by the devil.

The Huns hated Zhou Yang and were afraid. What they hated was that because of Zhou Yang, the Huns suffered hundreds of thousands of casualties. In that war a few years ago, the Huns army alone lost more than 400,000. Not to mention, Zhou Yang burned the grasslands with a fire, burned countless Xiongnu herders to death, and the Huns suffered heavy casualties, which made the Huns hold grudges.

What the Huns could not forget the most was that Zhou Yang burned countless cattle and sheep to death with fire, and the food of the Huns became a big problem. The military minister and Shanyu had to bear the pain and ordered the massacre of the old and weak. Although it was forced to do so due to the situation, it caused the Huns to suffer the bone marrow and could not forget it.

When Zhou Yang's name was mentioned, the Huns would curse, let alone Zhou Yang was in front. According to Hou Chan'er, Zhou Yang entangled the Wuhuan tribe and could not escape. As long as they arrived, they would attack and kill the Han army, defeat Zhou Yang, and eliminate the shame.

The characteristic of the Huns is that they will avenge their enemies. Since their great defeat, the Huns have always been thinking about taking revenge. After hearing Hou Chan'er's words, the Huns soldiers were all happy.

They hated Zhou Yang and were even more afraid of Zhou Yang. Although they wanted to take revenge, they had to be afraid. Zhou Yang entangled the Wuhuan tribe, which was a good opportunity for heaven, and it would not be possible to make them unhappy.

"Huh!" Hou Chan'er sniffed violently and said in a lost voice: "What a strong smell of blood!"

"Bloody smell! Bloody smell!" The Hun soldiers also shouted.

The more than 100,000 Wuhuan troops were killed. Is it worth mentioning that the bloody smell was so strong? You can smell it dozens of miles away.

"Where did the blood come from?" The Hun soldiers were very surprised.

"Is the Wuhuan finished?" Hou Chan'er reacted quickly and had already determined that the bloody smell was coming from the south. The bloody smell coming from the south could only belong to the Wuhuan people, not the Han army. He hoped that this was from the Han army, but that was impossible. It was impossible for the Wuhuan people to defeat the Han army.

“Come from the south!”

"Is Wuhuan finished?" The Hun soldiers started to talk.

Hou Chan'er's face darkened and she snorted coldly. The soldiers did not dare to talk about it anymore and shut up obediently.

With a horse's belly, the war horse under his crotch rushed out like a red sun. With just one breath, Hou Chan'er left the brigade and rushed south.

The further south, the more bloody the smell became. He rolled in the pile of dead people and took a bath in the blood. I don’t know how many people he cut off, and he didn’t feel the smell of blood at all. It was very common. However, the smell of blood was too strong, which made his stomach and intestines roll. As for vomiting, it was not, it was just very uncomfortable.

There was only one time in Hou Chaner's memory, and that was the Great Wall Battle. In the Great Wall Battle, the Huns suffered numerous casualties and the Han army suffered heavy casualties. The corpses of the two armies were stacked layer by layer. There were hundreds of thousands of corpses inside and outside the Great Wall. The strong bloody smell was even better than before.

Although it is worse, what does it mean to have such a strong smell of blood? It means that the Wuhuan tribe suffers heavy casualties, and it is more likely that the entire army will be wiped out.

Hou Chan'er's thoughts were like lightning, and he kept turning and counting. Wuhuan had nearly one million people and more than one hundred thousand troops. Even if they were pigs, they stretched their necks and let the Han army chop them, it would take a long time. Even if Wuhuan was defeated in this battle, it would be a day or two later.

After receiving the message, he arrived overnight without stopping. Did the Wuhuan army be exhausted? If this is the case, the Han army's combat power would be too strong, which shocked him.

Even if his 200,000 elite troops faced more than 100,000 troops in Wuhuan, it would not be possible to achieve such a result in such a short period of time.

"It is very likely that the Han army suffered a lot of casualties!" Hou Chan'er didn't believe that the Han army had won a complete victory, so he said happily: "The Han army suffered a lot of casualties, and must be exhausted. We are at the right time!"

This is a good opportunity to defeat the Han army and take revenge. Hou Chan'er was so excited that he stopped and shouted: "The warriors of the Great Huns: The hateful Han people are right in front of them. They are suffering huge casualties and exhausted. This is a good opportunity to take revenge! Utra!"

“Utra!”

The Huns burst out with shocking roars, excited Mo Ming, led by Hou Chaner, rushed south.

The reason why Hou Chaner made such a judgment was not that he was arrogant, but that the Han army's combat power was too strong, far beyond his imagination. The Han army's tactics were not only Chinese history, but also the most fierce style of playing in the cold weapon era in human history. Apart from this tactic, there was no more fierce style of playing than this. Even the Mongols swept across the Eurasian continent, it was far inferior.

Once the Han army was exerted, it would be like a ruthless meat grinder, and the more than 100,000 troops of Wuhuan were not enough to kill.

During the battle of Chonggu, Hou Chaner knew about crushing the Fujian-Yue army within one day. Although he was not sure about the details of the Han Dynasty's confidentiality.

However, it was the two-legged Minyue army, and the Han army with no legs that could not run away. The Wuhuan army was all four-legged cavalry. Even if they could not be defeated, wouldn’t they still escape? If they fought with four legs, the Wuhuan army would not be able to stop them.

This place is only a few dozen miles away from the battlefield, and it is not a problem for the four-legged Huns, and they arrived soon.

Looking at the corpses stacked into mountains, the ground was covered with minced meat, the glittering blood lake, and the broken internal organs, Hou Chaner gasped and felt a chill on his back: "I was wrong! It was the entire Wuhuan army that was destroyed!"

In such a short period of time, the Han army killed more than a dozen Wuhuan troops. What does this mean? It shows that the Han army's combat power is amazing, and it is impossible to be surprised if Hou Chaner is not surprised.

The Hun soldiers looked at the battlefield and were so surprised that they couldn't even speak.

They were full of confidence and thought they could attack the Han army off guard. Unexpectedly, this was the result that even the Han army's Mao did not see it.

"Sir, Zhou Yang has a gift for you." The guard rode over and reported to Hou Chan'er loudly.

"Gift? Zhou Yang's gift?" Hou Chan'er's eyes suddenly widened, and she was surprised. Zhou Yang gave a gift, there was absolutely nothing good. Didn't Yi Zhixie and Junchen Shanyu vomit blood when they were angry?

"Where?" Hou Chan'er didn't want the gift from Zhou Yang, but she was still curious and wanted to see what was going on.

"Here!" The guard gave a wooden sign.

Hou Chaner stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wooden sign. He looked closely and saw that it read: "Hou Chaner, you must think that Wuhuan will hold me back, and you have the opportunity to take advantage of it! You were wrong. Wuhuan is too weak and I am not enough to kill me. I wanted to kill you together, but unfortunately Wuhuan is too unhelpful! You are lucky enough to let you live longer! These Wuhuan corpses are a generous gift I gave you, please accept it! Remember to wash your neck clean!"

Zhou Yang calculated his mind too accurately. After reading Zhou Yang's book, Hou Chan'er felt that Zhou Yang was slapping him in the face, and his face was burning.

"Zhou Yang, you...you want me to be angry, but I'm not angry!" Hou Chan'er held the wooden sign tightly, her face looked extremely bad, but she had a big mouth cracked and laughed: "Haha!"

The laughter was loud, as if thunder was roaring in his ears, shaking the soldiers beside him buzzing, but they didn't laugh at all, as if the night owl was crying, which was very harsh.

"Zhou Yang!" Hou Chan'er roared fiercely, smashed the wooden sign to the ground, slapped the horse's back and galloped away.

The Huns' army followed the horses, and for a moment, smoke and dust filled the sound of hooves, and the thunderous sounds. Thirty thousand Huns' army rushed straight to the south.

Hou Chan'er said he was not angry, but he was still very angry. Zhou Yang calculated his mind accurately, who would not be angry? In anger, Hou Chan'er rushed straight to the horse, but it made the Hun soldiers beat the horse desperately.

After running forward for about thirty miles, he found a wooden sign. The guard hurriedly took it and handed it over to Hou Chaner. Hou Chaner didn't look at it, and when he saw it, his face turned green.

There are fewer words written on the wooden sign than the previous one, but it makes people feel more angry. Zhou Yang wrote: "Hou Chan'er, the scenery here is pleasant, it is the place where the bones are buried. May you rest in peace!"

Didn’t this treat him as a dead person? Hou Chan’er knew that Zhou Yang was urging him, but he had to be angry. Who would treat him as a dead person?

He drew out the scimitar, cut the wooden sign in half, and shouted: "Chasing!"

In anger, Hou Chan'er rushed towards the Han army camp with 30,000 Xiongnu.

From a distance, I saw the Han army camp. Hou Chaner pulled the reins and the war horse stopped. After venting, Hou Chaner's anger had disappeared a lot. It was not as hot as before, so I looked at the Han army camp with peace of mind.

The Han army's camps were still the same as a few years ago. The villages were strong, the tents were connected, and they were lined up, arranged in a row, and orderly. The flags in the camp were rolling, stretched like picturesque, with a strict atmosphere, and a solemn atmosphere.

"Camp and rest!" Hou Chaner ordered.

The personal guard was a little strange. Hou Chaner came in with anger. Logically speaking, he just called the battle, so why should he rest?

However, he didn't know that Hou Chan'er was a good general. Although he was angry with Zhou Yang, he did not lose his mind. He knew very well that Zhou Yang was waiting for his work. After such a long journey, the Huns were exhausted and exhausted, but the Han army was full of energy. Once he recklessly invited the battle, he would suffer the loss.

The order was passed down and the Huns began to camp.

Hou Chaner studied the military tactics of the Han people, and the Huns made great progress compared to a few years ago.

Although there is no tent or siege, the Huns are just divided into different parts to rest. However, each army is heavily guarded and can coordinate well with each other. If they are attacked, they will receive reinforcements immediately.

The Hun soldiers were not as messy as before, but were in their own position, eating jerky meat and drinking horse breasts.

There was no other sound. If it were in the past, the Huns would have made loud noises, chatted and spanked, and cursed the Han people loudly and hatefully.

Zhou Yang and the others were looking at the Huns and seeing the situation of the Huns. Zhou Yang was surprised: "There have not been a war in just a few years, and the Huns have changed like this!"

The changes in the Huns were really too great. In the past, the Huns, except for the army when they charged, were more like robbers, scattered and uncoordinated. Once the camp time was time, they were completely relaxed.

In the Battle of Antao, the reason why Gongsun He was able to defeat Yi Zhixie with thousands of Jianzhang Army was because Yi Zhixie was negligent in preventing. If he was as rigorous as Hou Chaner at the moment, Gongsun He would not have succeeded.

"Haha!" Li Guang stroked his face and laughed: "I'm so laughing to death! I'm so laughing to death! Didn't the Huns keep scolding the Han Dynasty? Why did they use our military tactics?"

"Haha!" Gongsun He and the others couldn't help laughing.

In the past, the Huns looked down on the Han Dynasty and did not regard the Han people as humans. In their eyes, the Han people were of the same level as pigs and dogs, and they were useless. Only the silk, tea, porcelain, and fine wine of the Han Dynasty could enter the eyes of the Huns, the military tactics, military books, and power strategies of the Han Dynasty. The Huns always sneered at it and did not take it seriously at all.

Even the camps of the Han army, the Huns would ridicule them as sheep pens. Only the timid Han people would be willing to live in the sheep pens. The Great Huns were the pride of heaven and were wolves on the grassland, and they did not want to live in the sheep pens.

In that battle, how many people opposed the military minister Shanyu wanted to imitate the Han army, set up camps and reinstall the tents?

Nowadays, the Huns regarded it as common and were used to it. It was impossible to not be surprised or funny when Zhou Yang and the others were not surprised.
To be continued...