Chapter 77: Catch it all in one place (Part 1)

Blood is the basic quality of a soldier. People without blood cannot become soldiers. Even if they become soldiers, they will not be good soldiers. Speaking of blood, during the Qin and Han dynasties, the blood of Chinese people was fully stimulated and countless glories were created.

The Han army lacked the most bloody nature. Although this battle was full of twists and turns, Zhou Yang handled it well, it was very smooth. As the war has not fought head-on with the Huns, there is no bloody collision, which is really regrettable.

"Master, this is right!" Zhao Ponu agreed with Zhou Yang's words: "Think about the Great Wall War that year, we swear to defeat the enemy to the death. At that time, although the situation was critical, the battle with the Huns was particularly nostalgic. Although this battle went smoothly, it was less of this collision and less of that passion. At the last moment, the Huns wanted to regain the grave of the old thief Maodun. Isn't this comfortable time for us?"

There was no saying "good" in the Han Dynasty, otherwise, Zhao Ponu would definitely use this word.

The Huns aroused bloody nature, and the Han army fought head-on, and there was no more missing in this battle, that was perfect.

It was not just Zhao Ponu who had this idea. Zhang Tong, who was chasing the military ministers and the monarchs of the military ministers and the ministers, looked at the military ministers and the roaring among the Huns. He couldn't help but lit up his eyes, waved his hand and said, "Stop!"

After Zhang Tong was ordered, he chased and killed fiercely all the way, but there were too many Huns. They could not kill one, one pair, one pair, and four. So he has not yet caught up with the military ministers, the monarchs and ministers.

"General, what should I stop? Let's kill him quickly and get rid of the Shanyu." A soldier looked at the Junchen Shanyu, extremely unwilling to accept it. They were ordered to chase him, but they have not made any contributions yet.

"He can't run away!" Zhang Tong's eyes flashed: "Telection: retreat immediately and wait for the enemy in front of the old thief Maodun's tomb!"

"General, why should you retreat? Is killing the enemy here different from being in front of the tomb of the old thief Maodun?" The soldier held the Mo knife in his hand tightly, and his red eyes flashed red.

"They tried to regain the tomb of the old thief Maodun and rushed over as if they were desperate. It would be a pleasure to kill there! Why do you have to chase and kill everywhere like you are now?" A blazing look flashed through Zhang Tong's bright eyes: "Isn't it better to kill all the Huns in front of the old thief Maodun's tomb?"

Maodun Chanyu was the most hated by the Han people. If the Huns were destroyed and killed all the Huns in front of his tomb, it would be a great irony to Maodun Chanyu and the best revenge for Maodun Chanyu! No one of the soldiers had any objections to this proposal, and under the command of Zhang Tong, he quickly returned to Maodun’s tomb.

"Zhang Tong, why are you back? I can hold on here!" Zhou Yang was a little surprised.

"Master General, it's not a question of whether he can defend it or not, but we need to be comfortable!" Zhang Tong's voice was very high and he was particularly excited: "Is there anything more pleasing to kill all the Xiongnu in front of the old thief Maodun's grave and destroy the Xiongnu's blood. "

"It's reasonable! It's reasonable!" Zhou Yang agreed, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "Then wait for the killing! Let go and kill!"

"No!" The soldiers responded with a loud voice, full of murderous intent.

On the other side, Li Guanghu's eyes flashed in his eyes. He looked at the Xiongnu who was very energetic and had high fighting spirit and couldn't help but laugh: "Haha! I fought with the Xiongnu for a lifetime, and finally found that the Xiongnu was a little cute!"

"Flying General, what do you mean? How could the Huns be cute?" A soldier immediately asked in confusion.

"The war is going well, but it's not satisfying!"

Li Guang's huge head kept shaking, his wide mouth opened with a huge mouth, and his aura was powerful: "The Huns dare not fight hard, we didn't fight well! The Huns finally became bloody, and we can fight head-on. The Huns tried to regain the grave of the old thief, so we drove the Huns to the grave of the old thief, and used the Huns' bodies to fill in the grave of the old thief, and dyed the old thief's grave red with the blood of the Huns! Do you think there is something happier than this? Are the Huns cute?"

After his explanation, the soldiers understood that they were very happy and couldn't help but agree: "The Huns are so cute!"

"The order: drive away the Xiongnu's graves to the old thief Maodun!" Li Guanghu's eyes flashed and he ordered loudly.

The Han people hated Maodun and tried every means to torture them. This opportunity would naturally not be missed. All of them responded to Li Guang's call and drove the Huns to the tomb of Maodun.

Not only Li Guang, but also Cheng Bushi, Wei Qing, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian and others. This is a good opportunity to retaliate against Maodun Shanyu, who would miss it?

Driven by the Han army, the Huns began to rush towards the northwest corner of Longcheng.

In fact, there is no need for the Han army to drive away, the Huns would also rush to Maodun’s grave. The Junchen Chanyu waved his scimitar and kept drawing beautiful sword flowers, yelling loudly: "The warriors of the Great Huns: Dedicate our blood to the great Maodun Chanyu!"

The scimitar slashed through his forehead and blood flowed out. He actually sacrificed his blood oath again.

The blood oath was used by the military minister Shanyu several years ago. Driven by the blood oath, the Huns fought very bravely, but they were still defeated by the Great Wall. Now, at the end of his life, he once again took this weapon.

"Dedicate blood to the great Maodun Shanyu!" The Huns roared loudly, and the scimitar cut across their foreheads and made a blood oath.

The Huns' roars were very high and loud, and they were roaring, no matter men, women, young and old! This was the last moment for the Huns. The huge sense of crisis made the Huns burst out with shocking fighting spirit again. Only by expressing the hatred and bloody nature in their hearts.

After the blood oath, the Huns' momentum reached its peak, and it was time to attack. The scimitar in Junchen Shanyu waved his sword to the northwest corner of Longcheng, and roared angrily: "Regain the grave of the great Maodun Shanyu!" He spread his legs and rushed out first.

"Regain the grave of the great Maodun Shanyu!" The Hun howl shouted, waved his scimitar, held the strong bow, and rushed towards the northwest corner of Longcheng without hesitation.

Men, women, young and old, roar as long as they can, and those who cannot roar, are also opening their mouths and responding to the call of Junchen Shanyu. Those who can run, spread their legs and use their strength to charge. Those who cannot run will climb on the ground. Whether it is running or climbing, their eyes are shining with a sharp light like a hungry wolf, which is extremely terrifying. The anger of the Huns has reached its peak.

Looking at the Huns who were rushing towards Maodun’s grave like a tide, Zhongxing said with regret and kept shaking his head. He was a sensible person. Although the Huns were as powerful as rainbows and had high fighting spirit, they were fighting for strength on the battlefield, and they could not win with high morale and unremitting fighting spirit.

The Huns had good morale and good fighting spirit, but did they have the ability to win? Not to mention anything else, the Huns had no war horses, and the Huns could win.

"Hey!" The past is coming to my mind. I never thought that the Huns, who have always been powerful, have fallen to such a point now. Is it right or wrong to betray the Han Dynasty? At this last moment, the Central Bank said that they had to ask themselves again?

The Huns rushed over and carried out the Central Committee of the Continent, and they rushed towards Longcheng without any he could not help but turn their heads away. However, the Central Committee of the Continent turned his head and looked south. There was where he came, and his strength was no longer as weak as he had left.

Junchen Shanyu waved his scimitar and howled his hoarse voice and kept rushing in front. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of angry Huns, rushing towards Maodun’s grave like a tide, with magnificent waves. Zhou Yang stood on Maodun’s grave, unable to see at first sight. Wherever he could see the eyes, there were all the Huns, who were wielding the machete and charging forward bravely.

"Haha!" Zhang Tong pointed to the Huns who were rushing over, and smiled very happily: "Look, look, when did the Huns become two legs?"

"Where is the Huns' horse?" Some soldiers reacted quickly and took the conversation first and started to tease.

The Huns are a horse-backed nation. They are said to have grown up on horseback since childhood and can live their lives on horseback. What kind of thing can be separated from a horse for their food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as marching and fighting?

The Huns are not without war horses, but pitifully few. They are even rarer than the horses before Zhou Yang reformed the Han army. It would be great if there were 10,000 Huns to have three or five war horses. What's more funny is that although these horses survived, they are skinny and no longer cute and fat.

The Huns loved horses more than their ancestors. When did their horses become so unsightly?

This incident was so funny and pleasant that the Han soldiers couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Yang couldn't help laughing when he saw it. The power of the Huns was because they were four legs. Although there were many people in the Huns, they were good at being in power and high spirits, but they didn't have war horses. Zhou Yang saw it and felt awkward and a little uncomfortable. He was used to seeing the Huns riding horses, and at first sight, he felt a little strange.

"Hurry up!" Li Guang rode on the Fiery Sun Horse and shouted loudly: "You can see clearly when you open your eyes and see clearly. The Huns have changed from four legs to two legs! When have you seen them?"

"No!" the soldiers answered in unison, with joy.

"Let the Huns run away!" Li Guang's ring-headed sword slashed down fiercely, and a dazzling sword light passed by, like thunder and lightning.

"Let the Huns run away!" The soldiers roared in unison, shaking the sky and suppressing the floating clouds.

"Dedicate blood to the great Maodun Chanyu!"

The Huns in the Mercedes shouted in unison, and the sound was so loud that the ground was trembling. However, their voices soon drowned another sound, which was "let the Huns run away and break their legs."

The Han army was really good at destroying the Taiwan Strait. The Huns finally bravely yelled with such momentum that they refused to give the Huns a chance, and wanted to cover up the Huns' roar.

"Kill!" Junchen Shanyu rushed to the foot of the mountain first, waved the scimitar in his hand and roared angrily. His roar was like thunder, extremely terrifying, but he stopped and did not rush forward.

He rushed forward, and he must have died. He didn't want to die now. He was so powerful that he directed the Huns to rush up the mountain.

The Huns didn't know what he thought. The blood oath made them dizzy. They all responded to the call of the military minister Shanyu and rushed forward without hesitation. However, the overwhelming rain of arrows was the Han army guarding in front of Maodun's cemetery and began to massacre.

The ones in front were killed, the Xiongnu behind were trampling on their bodies, and then charged without fear of death. Of course, their fruit was the same and killed by the Han army.

Under the command of the military minister Shanyu, the Huns continued to charge. Helplessly, the mountain road was not wide and could not tolerate too many people. Their power was too limited and they could not shake the Han army on the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is not big, but it is full of Han troops. They first shot and killed with bows and arrows. When the arrows were used up, they used the unshakable sword and the ring-headed sword to kill. There are many Han troops, and they can take turns to fight, with endless combat power.

The Huns kept shooting the Han army with bows and arrows. Unfortunately, the Han army had excellent protection power. The arrows shot on the Han army, but it was just a crisp sound of impact, and it could not hurt the Han army at all.

Junchen Shanyu looked at the Huns who were charging forward on the mountain road and became extremely depressed. If he had known this, why wouldn't he have built the mountain road wider? It would have been a prosperous road.

Zhou Yang is on the top of the mountain. If Zhou Yang can be killed, it may be able to regain the situation. The top of the mountain is not wide, and only two or three thousand Han troops are. Even if the Han army is as fierce as a tiger, it is still a hero who cannot resist the crowd of hundreds of thousands of Huns.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but because the mountain road is too narrow and cannot expand its troops, I can only sigh.

What made the military minister Shanyu even more depressed was that Zhou Yang actually stood on Maodun's grave and commanded the Han army to fight. Maodun was the most beloved Shanyu of the Huns and the greatest Maodun in the history of the Huns. Zhou Yang stood on his grave to command the battle to destroy the Huns. Is there anything more ironic than this?

It is impossible! Since Pangu opened the world, this is the most ironic thing!

"Dongdong!" Zhou Yang stood on Maodun's grave and asked the soldiers to move a war drum. Zhou Yang grabbed the drumstick and smashed it hard on the drum surface, making a shocking sound, which spread from afar.

When every drum beat sounded, Junchen Shanyu felt like Zhou Yang was not beating the drum surface, but hitting his heart. It was beating the war drum on the grave of the great Maodun Shanyu. This was the most embarrassing thing in the history of the Huns!

The opposite of the feeling of Junchen Shanyu, the Han army in the distance listened to the drums and looked at the vague figure on Maodun's grave, and couldn't help but feel energetic, and they all used their strength to fight hard.

Is there any more inspiring action than this when my dear Marshal Zhou stood on the grave of the old thief Maodun? No! Even thousands of brilliant words can't compare to the effectiveness of this move!

"The general is beating the drums on the grave of the old thief Maodun!" The Han soldiers were extremely excited and shouted at the top of their throats. This was so exciting that their blood burned.

"The Han army is mighty!" The sound of war clamor sounded, and the Han army carried out a ruthless massacre.

"Strong crossbow, let it go!"

"Arrow, get ready! Let it go!"

"Mo Dao, raise it! Slash!"

The commands in the Han army continued. Crossbows, arrows, and arrows rushed towards the Huns like poisonous snakes, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Huns. The sword was raised high, and the cold light flashed, splitting the Huns into pieces, whether they were dead or alive!

At this moment, if you look out from the air, it will be extremely shocking.

The 200,000 Han troops and 500,000 and 600,000 Huns, 700,000 or 800,000 people were mixed together and massacred. What a magnificent scene, magnificent momentum, which shocked people from the deepest part of their hearts!

If you look at it from the sky at first glance, hundreds of thousands of people will be mixed together, just like a big rice dumpling. The core of the rice dumpling is Maodun’s tomb, which is more than two thousand Han soldiers led by Zhou Yang. Their numbers are not large, and compared with the Xiongnu surrounding the foot of the mountain, it is just a drop in the ocean and can be ignored.

However, their role is huge. They are nailed there like nails, allowing the Huns to impact and collide thousands, but they cannot shake them, even if it is a little bit!

The Huns surrounded the northwest corner of Longcheng, and went on one after another, regardless of life and death, in order to regain Maodun's grave. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not succeed. Their courage left countless corpses, and the corpses on the mountain road were thick.

The blood flowing down from the mountain road made a "gurgling" sound, and a red spring water flowed down, which was particularly conspicuous.

The Huns, who were inspiring for blood, were bleeding, stomping on their companions' bodies, screaming, and swinging their scimitars, as if a hungry wolf met a lamb, pounced towards Maodun's grave.

Outside the Huns, there were four huge fire clouds, which were the Han army's military formations, surrounding the Huns. The reason why the Han army's military formations were red was not because their uniforms were red, but because their bodies were stained with blood.

The four military formations are four huge meat grinders that ruthlessly harvest the lives of the Huns. Wherever the military formation passes, there will be no one living in the Huns, even if the corpse will turn into minced meat. They will either be chopped by Mo Dao's hand or trampled into meat paste by horse hoofs and people's feet.

The huge army rumbled over, even the ants would not be able to survive, if there were any!

"Cabines, attack!" Under the charge of the Han army, although the Huns were full of momentum and fighting spirit, they did not have the power to fight back. The cavalry did not need to guard both sides, so they had to find something to let them do.

"Rumor!" The Han cavalry held the crossbow and galloped. The power of thousands of troops and horses was extraordinary, and the momentum was like thunder on the ground, and it was extremely powerful.

"It's the cavalry of the Han army! Huns rushed!" When they saw the Han cavalry galloping towards them, their mouths broke, and they were very disdainful. The warriors of the Great Huns were born to be cavalry, and they saw heights on their horses. Who is afraid of whom?
To be continued...