Three Kingdoms

People were roaring, horses were neighing, and the earth was trembling. The sound of the battle between the Southern Xiongnu and the Yinshan Xianbei Army spread far and wide. It could even be heard clearly by Fei Qian's troops who were about ten miles away from the battlefield.

Zhang Ji said with some trembling: "They... they started fighting!"

This tremor was not a tremor of nervousness, but of excitement.

These sounds on the battlefield seemed like dozens of kittens in the arms, scratching and scratching, which made Zhang Ji unable to hold back.

Zhang Ji longed for the battlefield, strictly speaking, he longed for meritorious service.

Ma Yue is an old man, and he seems to have followed Fei Qianfei Zhonglang since he arrived in Bingzhou, so he is not among Zhang Ji's comparisons. But now Xu Huang has the great victory in Yulin, Zhao Yun has the ability to capture and kill King Youxian, and Zhang Ji himself, It seemed that he was just wandering around in Yulin, but he didn't catch anything. Even King Youxian, who was close at hand, finally ran away and fell into Zhao Yun's hands.

It is the long-cherished wish of every general to be able to expand territory and have the opportunity to become the leading commander in the Yin Mountains like Wei Qing and Huo Qubing. Zhang Ji is no exception. When he was very young, he had heard about the reputation of famous generals such as Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, and how they fought against the barbarians and achieved impressive achievements. He once imagined that one day, he would be able to command thousands of troops and fight against the barbarians on the vast grassland desert. But now, this dream is so close, how can Zhang Ji not feel excited and excited?

People in Kanto can never understand why people in Kansai can be so brave and fearless of life and death, just like people in Kanto can never understand why huge amounts of money and manpower were spent on the pre-Qin and early Han dynasties. A desert place like the northwest that has no farming value.

Starting from Emperor Guangwu Liu Xiu, the Kwantung nobles who gradually gained a say in the court had a national policy that required huge military expenditures to operate and maintain this land in the northwest. In the eyes of the Kwantung people, it was simply the largest This idea of ​​wasting people and ruining wealth also greatly influenced the emperors of the Han Dynasty after Liu Xiu. They basically did not care about the entire northwest region. If they were attached, they would accept it but not rebel. If they rebelled, they would leave without pursuing it.

Because the Guandong gentry were not familiar with and did not pay attention to the northwest area of ​​the Han Dynasty's territory, the Han Dynasty gradually lost its political and military dominance over the entire region from Bingzhou to the Western Regions. It was precisely because of this kind of rule The power of the Han Dynasty was weakened and eliminated, and the Northern Hu people and the Qiang people in the Western Regions began to cause constant rebellions, which eventually became the biggest and worst scar of the Han Dynasty. It also caused the Han Dynasty to put down these rebellions and prevent them from threatening the central government. Instead, the imperial court consumed more and greater financial, material, and manpower...

Perhaps when they insisted on maintaining the Bingzhou and Western Regions, they could only spend tens of millions or hundreds of millions. But in order to save these tens of millions, the Han Dynasty had to spend billions in the end.

For Zhang Ji, and even for the vast majority of Feiqian soldiers, they were Han people who grew up here. They deeply experienced the disasters and pain of the Hu people, so when Feiqian told them that they were coming to attack Yinshan , seemed to inspire the deepest desire in their hearts.

Defeated Xianbei, rode his horse on Yin Mountain, and became famous all over the world in one battle.

This sentiment is not only shared by Zhang Ji, but also by the vast majority of Feiqian soldiers.

Some of these people had followed Fei Qian since Bingzhou, some were Baibo warriors recruited by Fei Qian, and some were Xiliang people like Zhang Ji who had recently taken refuge with Fei Qian, but they all had the same identity, Han people.

Don’t you see, I’m a Han man, I’m wearing a weak crown, please wear a long tassel!

Don’t you see, the ancient hero, the supreme Qingqi, is urging Zhan Yun!

Seeing that Ma Yue, under the command of the Chinese army's flag, began to lead the Bingzhou cavalry and the Hu people's cavalry to spread out into a crescent formation and slowly surround it forward, Zhang Ji couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his eyes became anxious. Staring closely at Fei Qian, staring at the flag bearer of the Chinese army beside Fei Qian, hoping that his double-winged double-headed eagle battle flag would be raised high sooner...

And on the battlefield ten miles away:

Blood.

corpse.

The horse neighed.

The soldiers roared.

Yellow sand dances all over the sky.

Broken limbs and broken arms everywhere.

This was a cruel battle. Yuvrou launched his most violent offensive without any backup force, and charged towards the Xianbei cavalry without hesitation. At this moment, he didn't think that he was the Chanyu of the Southern Huns, or even thought that he might be slashed or killed. He only thought that he was just an ordinary soldier, rushing towards the front crazily with his sword. The soldiers were chopping and sprinting.

The arrows are like clouds, and the sound of hooves is like thunder.

The cold light of the sword was accompanied by pieces of blood mist, looming in the yellow sand that blocked the sky and the sun.

There was blood everywhere.

Hedging and fighting are happening everywhere.

Front arrow formation against front arrow formation, left wing against left wing, right wing against right wing, center army against center army, there are no bells and whistles, just a simple and brutal cavalry charge!

The swords cut into the bones and flesh, the spears pierced the chest and abdomen, and the arrows pierced the bodies. Soldiers from both sides kept colliding with each other. Some people kept falling off their horses and disappeared under the rolling torrent of horse hooves...

Ordinary Xianbei soldiers once thought that they had the upper hand, because they did not have the same observation skills as Qiumuling Chachar, both psychologically and quantitatively, so they all thought that they were the one who should be tougher. So when they discovered that the Southern Huns were not actually that weak, and were even more brave and ferocious than them, some of them couldn't accept it...

Qiu Muling Chazhaer did not want to fight Yu Fulo, nor did he want to fight Yu Fulo. His goal was to win, not to die proudly. He also knew that the soldiers he led were actually just fighting among various tribes in the Yin Mountains. Strictly speaking, the young men gathered inside are not as experienced as those of the Southern Huns on the battlefield.

In the same situation where they were attacked by several people, these veterans of the Southern Huns knew how to exchange the lives of the opponents with minimal injuries, but these young men of the Xianbei tribe, who had not experienced several wars, did not understand this.

Therefore, under the confrontation between the cavalry from both sides, Qiu Muling Chachar suddenly felt tremendous pressure.

After the Southern Huns came out in a desperate posture, Qiu Muling Chachar did not dare to fight anymore, because he couldn't, he was afraid, and he was worried.

Qiu Muling Chachaer also has tribesmen and his own tribe. He doesn't want to be taken over and merged by the lonely general like Zuo Danghu's tribe, so when Yu Fulo rushed towards him menacingly, Qiu Muling Muling Chachaer subconsciously turned his horse to the side, and finally passed by Yuv Luo...

After Qiuling Chachar led his men and crossed the southern Huns' formations, he looked back at the situation on the left and right wings and found that the losses on both sides should be about the same. Perhaps his own side would be even greater. It would not be possible to continue fighting. As long as they gained an advantage, they decided to move forward and leave the battlefield.

Forget it, let’s not fight. Qiu Muling Chazhaer made an excuse for himself. His victory was not important. At least it was important to save more tribesmen. As for the Southern Huns, Tuoba and Xiaowang could do it anyway. He left Humphrey and the others alone and went back to school. Why couldn't he?

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