Li Zihao raised his hand to signal, and the caravan behind him immediately stopped.
At such a sensitive time as the Huns' chaos, especially when they received Ma Chao's secret order to quickly return to Chang'an.
Li Zihao couldn't help but cheer up.
Originally, this return trip should also be escorted by Ma Jiajun.
However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.
Li Zihao discovered another hugely profitable industry in the Xiongnu, which delayed his trip.
In desperation, he had to let Ma Jiajun return first.
But just because of this time difference, the Huns happened to be in chaos.
After getting off the horse and walking slowly, after crossing a low bush, the world in front of me seemed to open up all of a sudden.
The blue sky extended to the end of the earth, and the thatch that was half a person tall covered the rugged earth tightly. , there are no birds singing here, and there are no animals here.
The entire hillside is filled with a strong smell of blood.
Even the crows who like to eat carrion stay far away from this land of death.
Pushing aside the tangled grass, Li Zihao suddenly found a young body that had long since lost its life lying on its back in the grass.
A wolf-fang arrow had penetrated his throat, freezing his life forever in this most beautiful period.
A piece of the wolf's fang on the arrow cluster was also chipped, which seemed to be mocking the Ma family's incompetence.
Going further, the thatch on the ground was trampled to pieces, and there were more corpses, all of them naked Han people: those naughty Huns not only killed them, but also stripped them away took off their clothes.
This was a smuggling team, and Li Zihao judged their identities as soon as they came up.
From the costumes and the wheels on the ground, he knew that this was a pathetic caravan.
Since the Ma family opened trade with the Xiongnu, many caravans with lively ideas have made up their minds.
At first, they paid escort fees and hired Ma Jiajun to escort them.
But later, as the Ma Jiajun became more and more powerful in the Xiongnu territory, many Xiongnu tribes no longer dared to provoke the Han caravans.
As long as they touched any of their goods, the Ma Jiajun would raze their tribes.
Moreover, at the Xiongnu royal court, there would be no any tough response.
The reason is simple.
Most of those goods fell into the hands of the Hun Royal Court.
Nor would they allow those third-rate tribes to plunder their fruits.
But just like that, those caravans in the later period became bolder.
They just waved a Ma family flag and came to trade with the Huns in a swaggering manner.
To this day, after the Xiongnu Rebellion, these lowest-level caravans were the first to be massacred and plundered by the Huns.
There were no survivors, a total of forty-two people, which was the number of people in this caravan.
It is conceivable that these strong businessmen with their heads in their belts should still be talking and laughing when they return, thinking that after making this money, they will go to Longmen Inn to eat the most delicious food in the world and drink the most fragrant drinks.
Have a nice drink, and then go to Baihua Tower to find the most beautiful singer But at this time, every corpse opened its eyes wide and stared at the blue sky.
They might want to remember this last beautiful scene in the world.
Li Zihao, who traveled all over the world, had seen too many such tragic scenes.
He did not show any anger or special sadness.
He just closed the eyes of these people one by one, and then, together with other people, dug out with the engineer shovel produced by Ma's Arsenal.
They built a big pit and buried them together without erecting a monument, and there was no need to erect a monument.
If they died here, no one would come to pay their respects.
But at this moment, Li Zihao suddenly saw a crow flying in the distance, accompanied by the faint sound of horse hooves: This is the Huns bringing their children to watch their glorious achievements.
This is how they have taught them from generation to generation. , passed down from generation to generation.
Moreover, Li Zihao, who was familiar with Xiongnu warfare, knew that this nomadic people also had an even more terrifying skill, which was that once one person discovered the enemy, he could summon warriors from all the tribes in just half an hour to come and massacre and plunder.
Li Zihao immediately stopped digging the hole in his hands and squinted his eyes to look carefully at the place where the crow took off: there were rolling hills over there.
It seemed that something was approaching rapidly in the shadows formed by the layers of hills.
Before he had time to identify what it was, the bloody memories in his mind were immediately recalled.
Li Zihao was the first to drop the military shovel and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up and take cover.
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Everyone lies on the ground and carefully surround the cart into a circle."
Circle, fire back at the enemy within the circle" Li Zihao has not participated in the special training of the Ma Jiajun, but his broad knowledge has given him the characteristics of a qualified general: the Huns like the Han army that has fled in all directions, so that they can rely on their skillful equestrian skills to treat the Han army as their own.
Killing the prey effortlessly one by one The correct thing to do is to imitate Li Ling's formation of ten thousand crossbows, divide the troops into several horizontal rows, and guard them tightly.
Move forward to aim and fire arrows, move backward to prepare, and move back after shooting.
Fill, move backward and then move forward to launch.
Shoot in turn in this way to achieve a cycle of continuous and powerful blows to the enemy.
Li Ling's five thousand soldiers were surrounded by tens of thousands of Xiongnu.
Although they eventually surrendered because their arrows were exhausted and backup was far away, the formation achieved an impressive record of killing over 10,000 enemies.
What Li Zihao needed was not to attack the Xiongnu troops.
He needed to delay the time and wait for the Ma Jiajun to come to the rescue: when he returned, Li Zihao had already used a carrier pigeon to deliver the message to Chang'an.
Presumably the Ma Jiajun was already on the way to respond.
But just when Li Zihao finished speaking, sharp sounds piercing the air were heard from all directions.
It was at this time that Li Zihao saw the Huns pouring out from behind the hill: there were only less than two hundred people who came, and the number was not even enough for him.
Half of this five hundred caravan.
But it was obvious that even though they only had less than 200 people, they still played the role of hunters.
Because Li Zihao knew very well that these two hundred people would summon thousands or even tens of thousands of tribal troops in just one cup of tea.
The best estimate is to kill all these 200 people quickly and then escape from this place quickly.
But at the same time, Li Zihao also knew that this was simply wishful thinking.
These people in the caravan are not the Ma Jiajun who are always victorious in every battle.
After the first round of shots from the Huns, some of them were frightened and overwhelmed, completely falling into a state of confusion and despair.
However, there are also many strong men who are very familiar with Ma Jiajun.
After hearing Li Zihao's warning, they immediately reacted and turned over to hide behind the big car.
Then, the carts began to move one by one.
At this critical moment, everyone struggled desperately, and soon a circular formation of cars formed in the open space.
Li Zihao, who hid behind the cart, ordered everyone to huddle close to the cart, causing most of the arrows to pass over the grain cart and land harmlessly in the open space in the center of the array.
After such a short period of chaos, Li Zihao successfully became the spirit of the caravan.
But in fact, Li Zihao's palms were sweating even though he also had martial arts skills and had learned boxing skills passed down from his family.
But when it came to forming a formation to fight, he completely followed the instructions he had discussed with the generals of the Ma family.
After the panic, Li Zihao also knew that this was not the solution, so he bit the bullet and said: "Who has Yuan Rong's crossbow?"
As the God of Wealth of the Ma family, it is normal for Li Zihao to own some Yuanrong crossbows.
However, after all, those things were weapons of the Ma family.
In Li Zihao's memory, he only owned more than 20 Yuanrong crossbows.
Fortunately, those strong men who possess Yuanrong's crossbows are all old men of the Li family who have extraordinary skills and travel all over the country.
After this round of riding and shooting, Li Zihao clearly heard the slowing sound of horse hooves and the arrogant laughter of the Huns.
In a quiet moment, Li Zihao gritted his teeth and stood up quickly: "Now, shoot."
With a click, Li Zihao saw the shocked face of the Hun on horseback.
At the same time, Li Zihao also saw that because of his nervousness, he forgot to install the crossbow arrows on his Yuan Rong crossbow.
"It's Yuan Rong Nu."
The Huns obviously knew the guy in Li Zihao's hand.
Seeing Li Zihao's stunned look, he couldn't help but screamed, and showed a fierce look like a wolf: "Young men, we're here!"
At this moment, Li Zihao felt that his mind was completely blank: Damn it, Lord, I went too far this time: