The stage of shouting and threatening has already been completed between the two parties.

So when we meet is when the battle begins.

Apart from being cruel, there isn't much new in it.

At the beginning, they naturally shot at each other. The Xiongnu's arrows shot at the Qin army like a storm.

Even if the most marginal Qin army resisted desperately, it could not be avoided.

In fact, the damage of a single arrow of the Huns is not great. Among them, there are many stone arrows, spike arrows, and iron arrows are very few.

But the clothes on the outermost new slave army were not thick, and their flesh and blood could not hold these arrows.

The wailing sound resounded through the sky immediately,

"I got shot! Blood! So much blood! Help me!"

"Ah! I don't want to die! I... um..."

"Doctor! I need a doctor!"

Even after the baptism of a battle, it doesn't mean that they are not afraid of death.

Only those Daqin frontier troops who are the backbone are roaring,

"Don't look up! Protect the vital points! Shake the bamboo spear! Block the arrows!"

After the person in front fell down, someone behind quickly stepped up.

Injured people will also be pulled in for treatment.

Qin Jun's arrows are mostly bronze and iron heads, as long as the arrow hits, it will be a wound!

It's just that these Huns have no one to treat them!

After the shooting, the Huns did not hesitate, and the cavalry of the brigade began to attack from both sides.

The action of the Huns cavalry is very simple, run, fight or hit.

Qin Jun's response was equally simple, raising his gun, assassinating or blocking.

It's just that every time it is carried out, dozens of hundreds of lives disappear.

The battlefield was noisy and chaotic, some were afraid, some panicked, some were calm, some were fanatical.

But all this fell in Han Xin's eyes, but he was calm.

A series of orders were issued from his mouth, and Qin Jun also made corresponding actions.

This is how the recruits have been trained all along.

What other people don't know is that sometimes, Han Xin will even deliberately reveal a flaw to attract the Huns to attack, in order to kill more cavalry of the opponent within a reasonable range.

Of course, these new troops do not know.

Only those standing high can see it.

Zhao Lang was standing very high at this moment, looking over from a high point on the Great Wall.

I saw the densely packed Qin army lined up neatly according to the army formation, like an old turtle.

And running around were the Huns cavalry drawn in a relatively long formation, which looked like poisonous snakes.

He could clearly see both sides from the initial stage of probing each other to close combat.

The poisonous snake used riding and shooting as a poisonous messenger, wandering and probing around the old turtle, looking for opportunities.

The old turtle fought back with crossbow arrows as sharp claws.

There are injuries on both sides.

In Zhao Lang's eyes, the old turtle lost some of its shells, which was nothing compared to its huge body.

The poisonous snake has only lost weight a little bit, such a small change is not noticeable at all.

On the contrary, the battle between the two sides has a different kind of beauty from a distance and from a height.

But Zhao Lang knew that every piece of tortoise shell that disappeared was dozens or hundreds of Qin soldiers.

He could also see that Han Xin deliberately traded his life for his life.

It's just that he stood tall and far away, so he couldn't see the appearance of those Qin soldiers fighting to the death, and he couldn't hear their wailing before they died.

Of course, he will not prevent it, because if sacrifice cannot be avoided, then it must be used for the greater good of all.

Of course, he will not rejoice in the benefits thus obtained.

Failure to do the former is the benevolence of a woman, and failure to do the latter is insensitivity.

"It can't be too high or too far away."

Zhao Lang muttered to himself.

"What did His Royal Highness say?"

Meng Tian answered at this time.

This time the position of coach was handed over to Han Xin, who was in charge of the rear.

So here too.

"Um?"

Zhao Lang came back to his senses at this time, and then said,

"It's nothing, it's just too far away, and I can't see the situation on the battlefield clearly."

Meng Tian nodded at this time and said,

"His Royal Highness, there is no need to worry. Now it seems that Han Xin is relatively stable."

"Today should just be testing each other, the real battle will come later."

Zhao Lang nodded. He naturally knew that it was impossible for hundreds of thousands of troops to decide the outcome within a day or two.

Seeing Zhao Lang's expression was a little uncomfortable, Meng Tian certainly knew why.

He was a little happy in his heart, if the other party was a general and he was facing such a performance on the battlefield, he would educate the other party.

But Zhao Lang is the prince, so it's different.

So he smiled and said,

"If we can find a way to kill Modu, it will be much easier to deal with the Huns."

After killing Modu, the Xiongnu would naturally disperse.

It's just that it's basically impossible.

The opponent's defense is still very strict.

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly said to Nu,

"Call me millet, big dog, and big cat to the camp."

These days, Tiansu and the Youth Army were not idle either, they were arranged by Zhao Lang.

The second set of schemes to lure the enemy is better arranged by himself.

But if he could wipe out these Huns, why would he bring people in?

After speaking, he walked towards his tent.

He can't help here either.

Not long after returning to the camp, Su came in panting with the big hairy dog ​​and the two.

"Patriarch... you... looking for us?"

They came all the way.

Zhao Lang nodded and said quickly,

"How's the preparation over there?"

Su replied,

"The gunpowder is almost ready, but the bamboo tube is not enough."

"Now I'm making a lot of small wooden barrels and cloth bags. Anyway, they can be buried and burned."

Zhao Lang nodded, he just liked the idea that young people in Zhuangzi were not bound by ordinary rules, so he said quickly,

"Go and transform an explosive crossbow with high precision and longer range, and then send it over."

The explosive crossbow was what Zhao Lang used to blow up Xiang Yu before.

Only this time, he needed a crossbow with a longer range and higher precision.

Hearing this, several people showed a look of embarrassment, how could this thing be so easy.

If it was really that simple, they would have made it long ago, so there would be no need to cover it with firepower.

The big dog gave a wry smile at this moment, and said,

"Patriarch, the range of the bows and crossbows in the army has reached their limit, and the accuracy cannot be adjusted in a short time..."

The big dog explained it directly.

Thinking about it, Mao Dun, as the commander-in-chief of the army, would not go to the front line by himself.

The distance between the two armies is probably more than a thousand meters. It is almost impossible for the current crossbow to maintain accuracy at this distance, let alone, the opponent is not stupid, and he will definitely avoid it when he sees a large crossbow.

After Zhao Lang finished listening, he could only sigh, he was still in a hurry, he clicked his mouth and said,

"Then it's better to prepare two first, to see if there is a chance to use it."

The big dog nodded, and then led the people away.

For the next time, Zhao Lang didn't go to see the battlefield anymore. Anyway, he couldn't do much, so it's better to deal with military affairs properly.

At noon, there was a sound of gold ringing outside the tent, and Zhao Lang walked towards the big tent of the Chinese army.

Not long after, as the gate of the Great Wall opened, countless Qin troops returned to the Great Wall.

The logistics troops that had been prepared for a long time immediately greeted them and started the handover.

Let the sergeants recover their strength as soon as possible.

It will be a battle of days and nights.

Zhao Lang and Meng Tian also saw Han Xin in the tent.

Meng Tian asked directly at this time,

"How is the battle going?"

At this time, Han Xin showed a slightly proud look, saluted and replied,

"The enemy has over 10,000 casualties!"

Both Zhao Lang and Meng Tian's eyes lit up. Ten thousand people may not sound like a lot, but in fact it can be said to be a big victory!

In terms of the medical conditions of the Xiongnu, injuries can only be resisted with life, and subsequent deaths will definitely increase.

It's just that Zhao Lang's joy didn't last long, he quickly gritted his teeth and asked,

"How about our casualties?"

Han Xin did not hesitate, and quickly replied,

"About thirteen thousand."

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Lang's mouth twitched involuntarily.

He knew that some of these sergeants were probably sent by Han Xin on purpose.

But he didn't say much, he had agreed to this life-changing strategy.

The only thing I can comfort myself is that some of these people should be able to be rescued.

It's just that what can be met now is that if Mao Dun is satisfied with the result, then the next battlefield will be transformed into a flesh and blood mill!

Using sergeants from both sides as raw materials, it depends on who can't hold it first.

But the problem is,

Will Mouton be satisfied?

Zhao Lang couldn't help looking in the direction of the Huns.

At this time, in the camp of the Huns.

Mao Dun was listening to King Zuo Xian,

"Shan Yu, those Yuezhi people and Qiang people made a lot of trouble. Today they lost more than 8,000 people."

Eight thousand warriors can form a large tribe.

In other words, in one day, a large tribe disappeared.

Mao Dun's expression didn't fluctuate at all. He originally regarded these people as consumables.

It can not only consume the strength of the Qin people, but also weaken the Yuezhi and Qiang people to facilitate their own rule.

Therefore, he doesn't care about the other party's casualties, he only cares about how many Qin troops these people killed,

"How about the Qin army's casualties?"

If the casualties on both sides were about the same and he didn't have the advantage, there would be no need to fight these Qin troops here.

Let these people disperse into the Qin State, even if these people are besieged and killed, the damage will be greater.

King Zuo Xian replied,

"About 15,000 or so, those Qin people fell in pieces, so it's hard to be too clear."

Calculation on the battlefield cannot be very accurate~lightnovelpub.net~Of course, he must say the number is bigger.

Shan Yu will be happier this way.

Sure enough, Mouton showed a smile,

"Okay! Fifteen thousand people, I want to see how many fifteen thousand people are left in the Qin army."

King Zuo Xian replied cautiously at this time,

"Shan Yu, then tomorrow..."

Mouton quickly replied,

"Keep fighting them! It will take them another two days, and you'll be ready!"

Replace the Qin army with the cavalry of the Yuezhi and Qiang people, and after exhausting them, use the troops that I have been recharging to see if I can defeat the opponent in one fell swoop!

(An An An)

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