Chapter 713: Flesh Millstone

The two sides have already completed the stage of shouting and threatening.

So when we meet, that's when the battle begins.

Apart from being cruel, there is not much new idea.

The first natural exchange of fire started between them. The Xiongnu arrows were like a violent storm, shooting at the Qin army one after another.

The Qin army on the edge could not avoid it even if they tried their best to resist.

In fact, the Huns' single arrows did not do much damage. There were many stone arrows, wolf-tooth arrows, and very few iron arrows.

But the clothes on the outermost slave army are not thick, and their flesh and blood cannot withstand these arrows.

The wailing sound filled the sky immediately,

"I was hit by an arrow! Blood! So much blood! Save me!"

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

"Doctor! I need a doctor!"

Even if they have been through the baptism of battle, it does not mean that they are not afraid of death.

Only the backbone of the Qin border troops were roaring,

"Don't raise your head! Protect your vital points! Shake the bamboo spear! Block the arrows!"

After the person in front falls, someone from behind quickly tops him up.

Injured people will also be pulled in for treatment.

The arrows of the Qin army were mostly made of bronze and iron heads. As long as the arrow hit, it would be a wound!

But these Huns have no one to save them!

After the exchange of fire, the Huns did not hesitate, and the cavalry of the large group began to attack from both sides.

The actions of the Huns cavalry are very simple, running, fighting or hitting.

The Qin army's response was equally simple, raising a gun, assassinating or blocking.

But every time it is done, dozens or hundreds of lives disappear.

The battlefield was noisy and chaotic. Some people were afraid, some were panicked, and of course some were calm and some were fanatical.

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

Orders were issued one after another from his mouth, and Qin Jun took corresponding actions.

This is how these new troops have been trained.

But what others didn't know was that sometimes, Han Xin would even deliberately reveal a flaw to attract the Huns to attack, in order to kill more of the opponent's cavalry within a reasonable range.

Of course, these new troops don't know this.

Only those standing high up can see it.

Zhao Lang stood very high at this time and looked over from the high point of the Great Wall.

I saw the densely packed Qin army arranged in a strict formation according to the military formation, like an old turtle.

And running around were the Hun cavalry in a relatively long formation, looking like poisonous snakes.

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

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

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

There were injuries on both sides.

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

Viper has only become slightly thinner, and such a small change is completely invisible.

On the contrary, the battle between the two sides looks like a different kind of beauty from a distance and from a high place.

But Zhao Lang knew that every piece of turtle 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 high and far away, so he couldn't see the Qin troops fighting to the death, nor could he hear their wailing before death.

Of course, he won't stop it, because if sacrifice cannot be avoided, then it must be used to achieve the greater good for everyone.

Of course, he will not rejoice in the benefits derived from it.

Failure to do the former is a woman's kindness, and failure to do the latter is insensitivity.

"Can't go too high or too far."

Zhao Lang murmured to himself.

"What did His Royal Highness say?"

Meng Tian answered at this time.

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

So I came here.

"Um?"

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

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

Meng Tian nodded at this time and said,

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry. It seems that Han Xin is quite stable now."

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

Zhao Lang nodded. He naturally knew that with hundreds of thousands of troops fighting, the winner could not be decided in a day or two.

Seeing that Zhao Lang looked a little uncomfortable, Meng Tian certainly knew why.

He was a little happy in his heart. If the other party was a general and faced this kind of behavior on the battlefield, he would educate him.

But since Zhao Lang was the prince, it was different.

Then he showed a smile and said,

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

After killing Maodun, the Huns will naturally disperse.

But this is basically impossible.

The opponent's protection is still very strict.

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

"Call the millet, the big dog, and the big cat to my tent."

Tiansu and Young Army were not idle these days either, they were arranged by Zhao Lang to go out.

The second plan for luring the enemy would be better if he arranged it himself.

But if he could eliminate these Huns outside, why would he bring people in?

After saying that, he walked towards his tent.

He couldn't be of much help here.

Not long after returning to the camp, Su and the big-haired dog came in panting.

"Master...are you...looking for us?"

They came all the way.

Zhao Lang nodded and said quickly,

"How are the preparations over there?"

Su replied,

"The gunpowder is almost ready, but the bamboo tube is a little lacking."

"Now we are making a large number of small wooden barrels and cloth bags. Anyway, they can be buried and burned."

Zhao Lang nodded. He just liked the idea of ​​young people in Zhuangzi not being bound by ordinary rules. He quickly said,

"You go and modify an explosive crossbow with high accuracy and a longer range, and then send it over."

The explosive crossbow was what Zhao Lang used to explode Xiang Yu.

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

After hearing this, several people showed a look of embarrassment. How could this thing be so easy?

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

The big dog smiled bitterly at this time and said,

"Master, the range of the existing crossbows in the army has reached its limit, and the accuracy cannot be adjusted in a short time..."

The big dog stated it directly.

Thinking about it, as a military commander, Mao Dun 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 current crossbows to maintain accuracy at this distance, not to mention that the opponent is not stupid and will definitely avoid it when seeing a large crossbow.

After Zhao Lang heard this, he could only sigh. He was still anxious, and said,

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

The big dog nodded and left with the people.

In the following time, Zhao Lang did not go to see the battlefield. He couldn't do anything anyway, so he might as well take care of military affairs.

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

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

The logistics troops who had been prepared for a long time immediately came to greet them and began the handover.

Let the sergeants recover their strength as quickly as possible.

This will be a battle for days.

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

Meng Tian asked directly at this time,

"How's the battle going?"

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

"The enemy suffered over 10,000 casualties!"

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

Judging from the Xiongnu's medical conditions, injuries can only be sustained with life, and subsequent deaths will definitely increase.

However, Zhao Lang's joy did not last long, and he quickly gritted his teeth and asked,

"What are the casualties of our troops?"

Han Xin did not hesitate and replied quickly,

"About thirteen thousand."

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

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

But he didn't say much. He had agreed to this strategy of exchanging lives.

The only thing I can comfort myself with is that some of these people can be saved.

But what can be seen now is that if Mao Dun is satisfied with this result, then the next battlefield will transform into a flesh and blood millstone!

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

But the problem is,

Will Mao Dun be satisfied?

Zhao Lang couldn't help but look in the direction of the Xiongnu.

At this time, inside the Xiongnu camp.

Mao Dun was listening to King Zuo Xian's words.

"Chanyu, those Yuezhi and Qiang people are making a lot of noise. They lost more than 8,000 people today."

Eight thousand warriors can form a large tribe.

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

There was no fluctuation in Mao Dun's expression. He originally regarded these people as consumables.

It can not only consume the strength of the Qin people, but also weaken the Yuezhi Qiang people, making it easier for them to rule.

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

"What were the casualties of the Qin army?"

If the casualties on both sides were similar and he did not 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 surrounded and killed, the damage will be greater.

King Zuo Xian replied,

"About fifteen thousand. Those Qin people fell in pieces. It's impossible to make a precise calculation."

Calculations on the battlefield cannot be very accurate. Of course, he must make the numbers larger.

This way the Chanyu will be happier.

Sure enough, Mao Dun showed a smile,

"Okay! Fifteen thousand people. I would like to see how many more fifteen thousand Qin soldiers have."

King Zuo Xian replied with some caution at this time,

"Chanyu, then tomorrow..."

Modu quickly replied,

"Keep fighting them! Give them two more days and you'll be ready!"

Use Yuezhi and Qiang people's cavalry to replace the Qin army. After making them exhausted, they can then use the men and horses that they have been recuperating to see if they can defeat the opponent in one fell swoop!

(An An An)