Chapter 139 The Son of My Clan

Erlang from Youzhou, Erlang from Jizhou, Erlang from Shence, and Huns.

Tens of thousands of people witnessed the fierce battle in the final land.

"Humble Middle-earths! You are doomed to be small!"

Accompanied by Liu Bao's roar, the golden scimitar in his hand, representing the kingship of the Huns, slashed at Yuan Tan's golden spear time and time again.

The surging power, the collision of iron and blood, resounded through the world.

Yuan Tan seemed powerless to fight back.

The earth was silent.

On the vast and boundless front, King Yuvro of the Huns galloped here, and his heart was completely boiling with the duel on the final land.

When he turned around and faced tens of thousands of clansmen, beating his chest, his proud and rough voice echoed, "Liu Bao, my son of Yufulo, the son of the Huns! The son of my clan!"

"Huha!" the Huns roared.

With the strength of Liu Bao, the son of the Huns, the wildness of the Huns was ignited by him and completely released.

They followed Yuvro, raising their weapons high, beating their chests violently, with arrogant and ferocious faces, savage roaring, and straight to the sky.

Others, including the Youzhou Army, were silent.

Liu Bao: With a force of 81, he was the most powerful Xiongnu king in history, and one of the few Xiongnu kings who died well. His son was the pioneer of chaos.

Yuan Tan: Force 90 "91.

It is difficult to increase the force to reach such data.

At this moment, it actually increased a little.

It seemed that he must have experienced something in his heart.

During the battle with the Huns, his heart was cleansed once, and he lost the cynicism of the traverser and became more obliged to shoulder the responsibility.

Liu Bao was the son of the Huns.

As for Yuan Tan, he is a descendant of the Yuan family, and even a descendant of Zhongtu. For the land of Middle-earth, he can give everything!

Guo Jia stopped Zhao Yun and the others, and said in a low voice: "I don't think the son of the Huns is an opponent of the eldest son. The eldest son is just waiting for a chance to stand up. A beautiful kill will boost the morale of our army and wipe out The wild arrogance of the Huns."

Clang.

Liu Bao struck again with a heavy saber, and landed on Daosheng's Fengyun Spear. This time, he did not retract the saber, but instead pressed it.

His face was only a few centimeters away from Yuan Tan, and the two sides looked at each other through each other's weapons.

"Yuan Tan, where is your ambition hungry for the meat of the Huns? Where is your joke thirsty for the blood of the Huns?" Liu Bao asked disdainfully while panting.

Yuan Tan smiled faintly, "In this brand-new long river of history, you are destined to be nothing more than ants."

"Are you qualified to say that?" Liu Bao pressed forward, but was taken aback for a moment. In his opinion, with his strength, Yuan Tan could only bow his knees until he fell to his knees.

Therefore, those words of Yuan Tan will become the biggest laughing stock in history and become an indispensable page in the legend of the Huns.

However, Liu Bao was surprised to find that he couldn't shake a single bit of it.

Yuan Tan and Golden Spear released a hand, and pinched Liu Bao's neck accurately and quickly.

Liu Bao's eyes widened. The huge force from this hand suffocated him, making his strength like a pika under the shadow of an eagle, which had long since disappeared without a trace.

How can this be!

Could it be that he has been hiding his strength all along.

Such tyrannical strength!

Liu Bao was terrified. It turned out that his strength all along was just his fantasy of being a frog in a well.

Yuan Tan plunged his golden gun into the ground, took the golden knife from Liu Bao's hand with his other hand, and said calmly: "I let you speak, and you can speak. If I don't let you, you are silent."

There is no emotion at all.

The sharp golden knife passed through the open but silent mouth.

Liu Bao's eyes full of fear...

When the point of the knife emerges from the back of the son of the Hun,

There were cries of turbulent waves all around.

However, deathly silence.

The son of the Huns died....

The mad Huns were silent before their lines.

Yu Fuluo, king of the Huns, was silent.

The son of the Huns died silently like this,

Such a peaceful death gave them a thunderous blow.

Herod.

The Longli horse stood up, hissing and roaring.

Yuan Tan stepped on the chest of the corpse, and among the red and white, grabbed the desert eagle crown representing the most noble person in the grassland, and lifted it up.

Between heaven and earth, only the roar of Zhong Tuerlang remained.

Crazy, crazy roaring!

Yu Fuluo was trembling, every cell in his strong body was eroded by the cold.

The sadness that the father gave to the children, the destruction of the inheritance, has never been tortured like this moment.

However, he did not fall, because the anger of revenge had already filled his chest.

The voice didn't growl or roar, but was calm, "Yuan Tan, kill me."

"Since you've come to my Middle Earth, a Han man, I'll let you know what a dead end is..."

The scimitar in Yuan Tan's hand was thrown out. This golden knife, which represented the kingship of the Huns, was now covered with the blood of the sons of the Huns, lying alone in the weeds.

"But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma Duyin Mountain!"

Yuan Tan pulled out his golden gun from the land of Zhongtu, and the golden spear pierced the place below, "At this moment, a Youzhou man opened the door to the inland for Huma. Gongsun Zan, and my son Lang In front of you, do you dare to fight me?"

Gongsun Zan's war horse was restless and kept circling in circles, while the hand he was holding onto the horse was shaking. His soldiers looked at him with indifference gradually in their eyes.

"He wants to force me to fight, I absolutely can't fight..."

Gongsun Zan already regretted inviting the Huns, but at this moment he knew that he must calm down, and looked at the past coldly, "King of the Huns?"

At this moment, Yu Fuluo is like a lonely old man, watching his son die tragically, unable to pay homage to collect the body.

That pain is definitely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Only Yuan Tan's blood...

Yu Fuluo took a deep breath, buried the hatred deeply, waiting for the moment of catharsis.

He raised his golden scimitar....

In the direction pointed by the golden knife, the son of the Huns will win victory after victory for their king.

"revenge!"

The Huns roared, swarmed out, and began to attack the mountain.

Looking at the mountains already filled with the voices of the Huns, Yuan Tan turned on Long Lima.

It is well known that Cao Xuan put on armor and stopped fighting. One day revisiting the hunting grounds, I don't envy others with tens of thousands of households.

Yuan Jun's soldiers followed the golden figure and charged down.

Yuan Shao has been watching all this quietly, he has not reacted, because he can't believe what happened in such a short period of time.

Yuan Shang and Yuan Xi could only stand by his side.

It seemed that Tian Feng, Shen Pei and others were extremely shocked.

The generals like Yan Liangwen Chou gradually became enthusiastic.

Zhao Yun.

Dian Wei.

Zhang Liao.

Yan Liang.

Wen Chou.

Zhang He.

Even an ordinary soldier.

The frontier of the final land, here is the front of the fierce generals.

It is also the front of every soldier.

It is the front of Zhongtu Erlang.

It is a front made of iron and blood.

Stand up and be the backbone of Middle-Earth!

The blood of the Huns soon flowed all over the land.

The Hun King watched his people being slaughtered and had to stop the attack.

After all, the Huns are a nation on horseback, and now they have given up riding and turned to attack the enemy who has a geographical advantage, not to mention that the friendly army is so incompetent.

"Bring a child like Yuan Xiansi!" Although Gongsun Zan did not go into battle, he was still gasping for breath. The heroism of this sudden battle made him breathless.

"Gongsun Zan, what's the matter with your tribe?" Yu Fuluo, king of the Huns, came angrily, angrily scolding Gongsun Zan's tribe for not being brave enough to fight.

"We are now eagles soaring together. If you want to take the opportunity to consume the strength of my Huns, then you are making a big mistake!"

"Without us, you can't gain a foothold in Jizhou!"

From Yu Fuluo's point of view, Yuan Tan was just fighting in a corner, but the last struggle of this trapped beast was so violent that it reached an unprecedented level of madness.

But it is still a trapped beast.

As long as reasonable arrangements are made, the only thing waiting for this trapped beast is death.

Of course Gongsun Zan also knew this, so he hurriedly explained.

He also had no choice, he had already put the knife on the necks of the soldiers, and forced them to charge, with no morale at all, so how could they fight?

Of course, Yu Fuluo also knew the Youzhou Army's hatred for them, and that's why the situation of slackening the battle appeared.

"Where's your trebuchet? You used to deal with our clan's trebuchet. Now Yuan Tan is trapped on the ground and can't move at all. Why don't you send it?"

It seems that Yu Fuluo's suspicion of Gongsun Zan is also traceable. If you use a trebuchet, you still use infantry to attack the mountain?

"This..." Gongsun Zan was embarrassed, "Your Majesty doesn't know that he was eliminated by Yuan Tan in the previous battle."

"...." The Hun King was speechless, and said coldly: "My son died in a human battle for the tribe, he must not die in vain."

Yu Fuluo, king of the Huns, was used to seeing life and death, and he was no longer so sad.

As the king of the Huns, the only thing he can do for his son now is to make his story a legend of the Huns.

The dead son of the Huns will become the hero who led the Huns into the Central Plains, and will always be remembered by every tribe.

This is the only thing he can do for his son.

To accomplish these things, Yuan Tan's head was needed as a sacrifice.

Gongsun Zan is not incompetent, on the contrary, he has a good method of marching and deploying formations. At this moment, he didn't stand still without doing anything, he already had a strategy.

"In this way..., if you attack by force, you will lose a lot of money, but the enemy will take advantage of it. At this moment, you should surround Yuan Tan, lay down wooden piles, build earthen walls and other defensive offensives."

"If the enemy has no food and grass, they will be weak within a day, so there is nothing to fear."

"And, my followers can also get a buffer time to rest."

What happened today is very turbulent for the Youzhou army, and this is what Gongsun Zan cares most about.

Although Yu Fuluo, king of the Huns, wanted to do something for his dead son immediately, he also knew that what Gongsun Zan said was right.

And Gongsun Zan's strategy is very vicious.

Starve the enemy to death.

The Huns generally don't do this kind of thing, they prefer to kill the enemy head-on.

This has always been a tradition in the grassland. Killing the enemy when the enemy is tyrannical is not only respect for the enemy, but also respect for oneself.

But Yuan Tan is too tyrannical, far beyond Fu Luo's imagination, so although he despises this strategy very much, he also agrees with it.

It only takes a day or two, no matter how tyrannical Yuan Tan is, there is only one dead end.

No one doubts this.

So because of Gongsun Zan's retreat, the battle stopped across the board.

Since Gongsun Zan has the upper hand after all, there are many ways to deal with Yuan Tan, and they will not be limited.

Only this highland is left before they rule the Northland.

In fact, the situation on the battlefield has undergone subtle changes, but most people have not noticed it.

night.

In the temporary tent of the Chinese army.

Yuan Shao and the others were discussing nervously.

Often a matter will be discussed many times.

Gradually, Guo Jia lost his patience, stepped out and said bluntly, "Mr. Yuan, we can't let the enemy build an earthen wall, or we will really be trapped here to death."

"What about your construction?" Yuan Shao asked.

"At dawn tomorrow, break out immediately." Guo Jia was decisive.

Yuan Shang, who was sitting by the side, saw Guo Jia for the first time. Today's battle made him see the gap with Yuan Tan, so he was upset.

But now, a white-bodied retainer under Yuan Tan's hand is gesticulating here, and said coldly:

"Guo Fengxiao, I can't believe what you said. We only have less than 5,000 people, and the number of enemies outside is almost ten times that of ours.

"We are here, taking advantage of the terrain. The three armed forces can still resist if they use their lives. If they go down the mountain, they will lose their greatest advantage and will be surrounded by the enemy instead."

Compared to Yuan Shang's urgent tone, Guo Jia was calm, "The third son is not bad, but you must know that Gongsun's army has no morale... Don't give Gongsun Zan a chance to appease him. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for our army." The more unfavorable, tomorrow's dawn is the best time."

"Father, I think what the third brother said is more secure." Yuan Xi came out at this time and said. In today's battle, he was so frightened that he didn't want to go down the mountain to fight at all.

"Guo Fengxiao..." At this time, another important counselor of the Yuan family came out.

Instead, Yuan Tan interrupted the interrogation, "Feng Xiao, go and rest first."

Guo Jia took a deep breath, then felt a little impatient and lost his composure. With his own status, he has no right to speak in this big account.

The breath in the big tent also made him feel restless.

"This subordinate resigns." Of course Guo Jia knew that Yuan Tan asked him to rest at this moment for his own good. If he didn't leave, it would be bad for him and Yuan Tan would be hurt, so he resigned immediately after he figured it out.

With Guo Jia's departure, the judge seemed to be unable to speak.

Instead, Yuan Tan said to Tian Feng: "What do you think the military adviser thinks?"