The sky was slightly bright, dark clouds covered the ground, and the north wind was still blowing.
King Zhelan protected Maodun and rushed out under the cover of night. They found a dilapidated temple in the wild mountains and ridges to rest temporarily.
As they fled, many remaining Hun soldiers joined his team.
Before they knew it, nearly ten thousand people had gathered.
"Chanyu, have a drink of water." King Zhelan handed the water bag to Maodun.
Maodun took the water bag and asked in a muffled voice, "King Zhelan, do you think we can still return to the grassland?"
Maodun looked at the fire in front of him with a serious expression.
The flames drifted in the wind, sometimes big, sometimes small. The weak firelight seemed to foreshadow the bleak future.
The firewood crackled, the sound low and sad, as if telling a painful experience and a hopeless future.
King Zhelan knelt on one knee on the ground.
He let his hair down, cut a deep wound on his face with a knife, let the blood flow down his cheek, and swore:
"Chanyu, the Zhelan tribe will fight to the death to send you back to the grassland!"
"The Zhelan tribe will never disappoint the Xiongnu and the Chanyu."
"I hereby guarantee: As long as all the warriors of Zhelan are dead, the Chanyu will be absolutely safe!"
The Zhelan tribe are the hyenas of the grassland.
Cruel.
tyrannical.
And it's extremely crazy.
They were born for war and died for war.
Even if the people of the Zhelan tribe are defeated or about to die, they will try their best to take someone with them.
This is their pride.
Looking at King Zhelan bleeding in front of him, Maodun couldn't help but feel more confident.
This is the Hun's etiquette, letting blood and tears flow together to commemorate their elders and comrades who died in battle, or their relatives and friends.
But for the Zhelan tribe, this is a sacrifice they made to themselves and their lives.
It represents their determination to charge to the death, and is also King Zhelan's vow to send Maodun back to the grassland at all costs.
If the enemy cannot be killed, then this ceremony is a sacrifice and mourning that one has prepared in advance!
When an army is no longer afraid of death, it will naturally be invincible!
"I will lead the way for the Chanyu." King Zhelan stood up, jumped on his horse, and galloped forward with his personal cavalry.
While running, he blew the horn of his own tribe.
The Huns from the Zhelan tribe opened their eyes, mounted their horses, and followed their king.
The deathly gloom was instantly drowned out by the sound of horse hooves.
The gray world was shattered by the blood, and the sunshine of hope rose again.
Maodun led the remaining 7,000 people, mounted their horses, and followed behind Zhelan's cavalry.
…
A forest.
"Major General, the Huns are coming. There are three thousand men leading the way in front, and more than seven thousand in the rear."
"Looking at this situation, Maodun must be among the chaotic army!"
"Shall we do this?"
Guo Jie walked up to Li Dejian and said softly.
Li Dejian looked into the distance and saw the war horses of the front army marching forward in neat rows.
The knights on horseback each carried a bow and arrow on their backs, held a bronze spearhead in their hands, and wore a bronze helmet made in the Huns on their heads.
Although this type of helmet is rough, it still provides great protection for cavalry.
Can effectively resist attacks from many long-range weapons.
Due to the limitations of bronze and iron smelting technology, not everyone can wear such a helmet.
You can tell at a glance that they are elite soldiers.
It seems that most of them are the Huns' royal guards.
The one guarding behind this army must be the Huns' Chanyu.
Li Dejian smiled and said, "The big fish has finally arrived. Let's put down the roadblock and stop it."
Wang Meng rubbed his hands and said, "Oh my god, I finally caught a big fish."
"Look at this equipment. It's nothing compared to those small fry I saw before."
"Major General, don't forget to commend us later."
Li Dejian imitated Qin Yuan and nodded slightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely not forget everyone's contribution."
…
Maodun reined in his horse, looked back at the fire which was getting farther and farther away, and his heart was completely at peace.
He immediately asked around, "What is this place?"
The guard replied, "Chanyu, this is west of Wulin."
When Maodun saw that the trees here were dense and the mountains were steep, he suddenly laughed out loud while riding his horse.
It didn't stop for a long time.
The people around him were puzzled and asked, "Why is the Chanyu laughing?"
Maodun seemed to have regained his confidence and shouted, "I'm not laughing at others. I'm only laughing at the Zhou emperor's lack of strategy and Chen Wujiu's lack of brains!"
"If this Chanyu were to lead his army, he would definitely ambush a group of troops here first. Who would be able to get through?"
Before he finished speaking.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A rain of arrows flew into the air, carrying huge inertia, and poured down towards the marching Zhelan cavalry like raindrops.
"Enemy attack!"
Countless riders shouted.
With a whoosh, the Huns all piled onto the horses' backs, some accelerated, some retreated to avoid the rain of arrows.
After a moment of rain of arrows, they penetrated into the Huns' formation.
The premeditated rain of arrows only knocked down dozens of people.
"What a powerful elite." Li Dejian took a breath.
With only two thousand men under his command, he would not be able to stop this cavalry at all!
what to do?
No time to think about it.
Three waves of arrow rain have passed.
The Zhelan cavalry easily broke through the blocking line he had set up.
“Retreat, retreat!”
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