The night is dark and the wind is high, the cold wind brings a whistling sound in the wide straight road, in the silent night, it sounds particularly mad, in the Hun camp, some of the soldiers who were sent to patrol the night scolded and scolded in the corner of a camp tent, the camp of the Huns is not as particular as the Han people, what nine palace gossip, not to mention the arrangement, I can't understand it.
"Why haven't the night watchmen come back for so long" A Hun ten leader pushed his arms against his subordinates, holding his arms to get closer to his subordinates, so that he could better absorb the heat from the other party's body.
"Who knows."
The subordinate rolled his eyes a little impatiently: "Probably the centurion is not there, these people don't know where to find a happy life." ” Ten chiefs, to put it bluntly, are for the convenience of management, the Huns are highly hierarchical, but at the bottom, the ten-man commanders are no different from ordinary soldiers.
The Han people sent a lot of wine to keep them warm, which was a good thing, but those wines had nothing to do with them, and the generals of more than ten people were invited to the big tent to drink tonight by several captains, as for the soldiers, maybe those centurions' personal guards could drink some, as for them, don't think about it.
"Why don't you go out and have a look," said the ten-man chief, looking at the darkness of the night outside the camp.
"You go, I won't go."
If the sentry who went out on patrol did not come back for so long, it would definitely cause alarm, but tonight, the leaders of the ten commanders and above have gone to drink, who cares about these things The ten-division glared at his subordinates helplessly, but he also knew that this was the reason for his resentment, so he stood up helplessly and walked towards the outside of the camp.
"You're really going," the subordinate exclaimed, watching the Captain of Ten walking towards the outside of the camp.
"I'm going to pee."
The ten-captain rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Wait, I'll go too" The subordinate quickly stood up and chased after him.
The two walked out of the camp together, unbuttoned their pants and began to release water comfortably, when a cold wind suddenly blew in front of them, which made their bodies tremble.
"Damn, the wind seems to have changed."
The ten-captain shuddered, and hurriedly hugged his pants: "It's so fucking cold." ” "Whatever, go back and find a leeward place to hide for a while."
His subordinates hugged their shoulders tightly and trembled and prepared to go back, but they were pulled by the Ten-Commander.
"What are you doing" The subordinate turned his head and glared at the Tenth Commander in dissatisfaction, and the next moment, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In the dark night sky, I don't know when, there were countless shining spots of light, and these spots of light quickly became clear in the field of vision, and countless rockets were reflected in the pupils of the two of them, overwhelmingly flying towards this side.
The terrible screams of the "enemy attack" stopped abruptly after halfway through, and the voices of the two were swallowed up by rockets falling from the sky in an instant, some of which landed on the tents, and the flames instantly engulfed the tents.
In order to make the tents warmer, these tents are soaked in butter, not only to prevent cold, but also to prevent moisture, the only drawback, is not fireproof, the brazier in the military camp is usually kept more than ten zhang away from the tent, at this moment the rocket falling from the sky falls on the tent, the tent is ignited when it encounters fire.
"Whew" Another rain of arrows fell deeper into the camp, in an instant, a large area of the camp was as bright as daylight by the sky-high fire, many Hun warriors were still asleep, they were swallowed up by the fire that fell from the sky, some people struggled to rush out of the tent, the whole body was swallowed by the flames, let out a heart-rending scream, rolling on the ground, igniting more tents.
Some people quickly rode on war horses, wanting to meet the enemy, and also had a spirit of flying horses to run to the Chinese army, to inform a group of Hun generals, but after arriving at the Chinese army camp, what they saw was a room full of alcohol, a large number of generals who had fallen asleep, snoring shook the sky, at this moment, I am afraid that the sky is falling, and it is difficult to wake them up.
A general who didn't seem to have drunk much seemed to be woken up, and stood up in a daze, and the Hun soldiers who came to report the news were overjoyed when they saw this, and wanted to come forward to report to them, but saw that the Hun generals didn't say a word, and directly pulled out their knives and cut people to the ground, and then the first load, crawled to the ground again, and snored again, but this time, no one dared to approach them again.
"Kill" As the fire in the camp was flourishing, a shocking shout of killing suddenly sounded outside the camp, and Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong each led a group of people and rushed in from two directions.
Seeing this, a Hun warrior roared, raised his knife and wanted to fight, but suddenly the figure in front of him shook, and Zhao Yun's war horse directly hit the body of this Hun warrior, and even the person flew up in the air with a knife, screaming and falling out of more than a zhang away, and was trampled into minced meat by the countless horse hooves that followed.
Zhao Yun shook the gentian gun in his hand, and a brazier was directly picked out by him, and landed on a tent that had not been contaminated by the flames, and the fire immediately increased by one point.
Three Han cavalry formed a formation, constantly impacting the Hun soldiers gathered together, a Han knight killed the rise, but was unexpectedly dragged off the horse by a Hun warrior, followed by seven or eight knives, guns and sticks Hammered out of the human shape, the other two were furious, waving the ring head knife left and right slashing, trying to kill a bloody road, but the surrounding Huns gathered more and more, killing can't kill, in an instant, the other person was chopped into meat sauce by the people with the horse, the last Han cavalry was a little panicked, a Hun warrior saw the opportunity to pounce, Seeing that he was about to throw him off the horse, a burst of air burst suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Poof" The cold arrow cluster shot directly through his head, and the huge inertia forced his body to fly upside down and crash into the crowd.
The knight of the "general" turned his head, and saw Huang Zhong rushing over with a group of men and horses, waving the big knife in his hand, bringing up a piece of sword, and the Huns who had just gathered were turned over by the people who were killed by the sword like the Yangtze River, and the dead body fell to the ground in an instant, and the knight who saw it felt cold in his heart.
"Don't burn the enemy's camp tent first" Huang Zhong put away the big knife, took off the bow and arrows again, opened the bow left and right, and every time the bowstring vibrate, one or two Hun warriors fell off their horses.
"Whoa," the knight replied ashamedly, waved his weapon again, and rushed towards a brazier, slashing his sword directly at the brazier, striking the brazier against a tent.
Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun each led a team of 100 people to clash left and right in the camp, constantly igniting the tents, and at the same time shooting out bows and arrows in their hands to rescue the Han soldiers in distress.
Although these Huns have loose military discipline, they have a fierce courage in their bones, especially in desperate situations, many Huns do not want to escape, but they are desperate to die with the enemy.
Zhao Yun saw a Hun shot through the chest by him, but he bit on the throat of a Han soldier, biting the throat of the Han army alive, blood splattered, and he couldn't live.
Zhao Yunjiu fought with the Wuhuan and Xianbei outside the Saiwai, and knew that the grassland people were fierce, but in the eyes of the Huns, they were more ferocious than the Wuhuan people.
Seeing Zhao Yun distracted, a Hun suddenly roared madly and crashed headlong into the war horse where Zhao Yun was sitting.
"Roll" Zhao Yun's eyes were cold, and the iron bow in his hand didn't have time to change, so he directly smashed his head and face on the head of the Huns, and the huge force directly smashed the other party's head, and the blood mixed with the brain splashed Zhao Yun's body.
"Boom" "The Law of Sighs" With a loud noise, it was a horse shed temporarily built by the Huns that was finally overwhelmed, and it collapsed directly, and the burning wooden sticks fell into the horse shed, which suddenly made countless war horses scream This rushed out of the horse shed, and headless flies generally flew around in the camp, making the originally chaotic Hun camp even more chaotic.
"Roar" watched the fire get bigger and bigger, the chaos of the Huns had been completed, a gust of night wind blew, making the fire a little bigger, Zhao Yun raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the Han soldiers who were fighting around quickly converged towards Zhao Yun's side when they heard the sound.
Over there, Huang Zhong saw that the timing was about the same, and also let out a roar of gathering, the two soldiers and horses regrouped, out of the range of the fire, as the night wind became stronger and stronger, the fire borrowed the wind, and many Han troops were also swallowed in the terrifying tongue of fire, and it was no longer suitable to continue the melee at this time.
The two re-gathered the soldiers and horses, returned to the front of the camp, and after some counting, the three thousand soldiers, just this moment's effort, but at this moment, there are less than two thousand left, just a moment of effort, thousands of people were swallowed up in this Hun camp.
"The fire is too big, it is not suitable to pursue at this moment, but let the soldiers take turns shooting arrows into the camp, don't give them a chance to gather, you and I can continue to follow the fire, and then continue to pursue when the fire is a little weaker."
Huang Zhong hung the long copper knife in his hand on the horse's back, picked up the strong bow in his hand, and turned his head to look at Zhao Yundao.
"The last general obeys the order" Zhao Yun immediately agreed, and began to command the soldiers, slowly advancing with the fire, while constantly releasing arrows towards the crowded places.
Seeing the fire in front of the camp tent borrowed the wind, not only did not weaken, but became bigger and bigger, at the beginning, there were Huns who wanted to put out the fire, but now, they are all swarming and fleeing, no matter how strong the manpower is, at this moment can not resist the fear of nature, under this fire, no matter how brave the warriors are difficult to maintain their fighting spirit.
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"Order the soldiers to collect more arrows," Zhao Yun sat on horseback and said to a general beside him.
The straight road is more than 1,400 miles, and the next pursuit battle is the real test.
"Huh" The general agreed and led people to collect the arrow clusters, while Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong slowed down their pace, one to recover some strength, and they came to avoid the wind direction changing again, but swallowed them instead.
At this point in the war, the defeat of the Huns was over, and neither wanted to add more casualties to the dreadnought. t1706231537: