Let’s go to the next chapter today. I have to think about this battle carefully, so I can’t write it carelessly!

The army was fighting, and the enemy was the main focus. Now the Xiongnu's hawks were not allowed to be trained. It was impossible to understand the movements of Li Ang's cavalry from the camp where Li Ang was located. For a moment, Liu Bao had to send more people out, but it was useless in the end. On the contrary, Li Ang's hawks were hovering around the Huns' camp day and night. Any Huns who had more than a thousand soldiers could not hide it at all.

Under the blue sky, strong wind blew, and the grass that was pressing high was broken. Li Ang rode on Zi Li's back and looked at the Huns camp in the distance. After watching for a long time, he had sent 70,000 auxiliary soldiers to detour in two directions to camp at hills a hundred miles away on both sides of the Huns camp to prevent the Xiongnu's light cavalry from harassing in the future.

"Enjoyed Father, when will he make an appointment with the Huns?" Seeing Li Ang staring at the Hun camp in the distance, his eyes were like swords and axes, Li Cunxiao was very excited and asked from the side that he had been here for nearly a month, but he had not fought for a fight, and he could no longer help.

"Before you go to the Huns camp, let me say that in three days, our army will compete with them!" Seeing Li Cunxiao's face full of excitement, Li Ang said in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, Li Cunxiao responded loudly, and when he ran towards the Huns camp, he had already turned his horses and ran towards the Huns camp. Soon after, he had become a little dark shadow.

Since the Huns fled north, they followed the rules and regulations of the Han people, and even managed the same army. They were no longer as casual as before, and were very cautious in front of the camp. Seeing that outside the camp, there were flying cavalry coming from the Qin camp, the soldiers on duty on the Huns' post tower went to inform the generals in front of the camp, but the rest of the people were holding bows in their hands, thrusting arrows on the strings, and aiming at the cavalry coming.

When Li Cunxiao arrived at the place where the Huns camp had an arrow, he stopped and shouted to the people who were whistling with arrows. "My husband asked me to tell you the commander of the family. Three days later, the two armies will compete with each other. If you have no courage to fight, you will go back as soon as possible to avoid being the ghost under the sword of my Great Qin soldiers." Li Cunxiao's voice was loud, and even though he was separated by an arrow, it was still very loud. The general of the Huns' front camp who happened to go up the tower could understand, and it was no short of a word.

"What a big tone!" The general of the Xiongnu Front Camp who came up saw Li Cunxiao's voice was arrogant and sneered, and said to the left and right, "Get my bow." The general of the Xiongnu Front Camp is the leader of the five generals under Liu Bao. He is not only skilled in martial arts, but also good at shooting skills. He is even three points stronger than the Xiongnu's The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

After taking the three stones of bow, the general of the Xiongnu Front Camp shouted loudly to Li Cunxiao in the distance, "Well, General Qin. Please take my arrow. If you have the will to go back, I will tell your commander that if you want to fight, don't send you such a small soldier to rush." ​​After that, the bow was drawn like a full moon. The three-foot-long arrow of carved feathers turned into a black light and ran straight towards Li Cunxiao. The momentum was extremely fast, and a sob whimpering sound was made in the wind, which was amazing. His arrow took Li Cunxiao and declared that he was ahead of him. Li Cunxiao naturally refused to lose face. How could he avoid it?

In the wild wind, Li Cunxiao sat upright on the horse, his body was still moving, biting the three-foot-long carved feather arrow in his mouth. However, he slowly turned his head and looked at the general of the Xiongnu Front Camp on the whistle tower. He didn't speak, but just took the bow from the saddle and returned an arrow. Li Cunxiao used the top-class strong bow created by the craftsman. The strength was not under the three-stone bow of the Xiongnu Front Camp. The arrow shot out, which was even more powerful than the general of the Xiongnu Front Camp.

A little cold light came in an instant. The general of the front camp of the Huns was not willing to be outdone by Li Cunxiao. He reached out and grabbed the eagle feather arrow that was shot back. The palm of his hand felt hot. He realized that the power of Li Cunxiao's arrow was not inferior to him, but the arrow shaft made his palm blurry and painful, but he finally did not lose face. He grabbed the eagle feather arrow and threw it back into the quiver beside him. At this time, Li Cunxiao had already moved far away.

"General?" The personal soldiers beside the general of the Xiongnu Front Camp couldn't help but scream. "It's okay!" The general of the Xiongnu Front Camp looked back at the soldiers beside him, but smiled, and then said, "That guy is so brave that he dares to bite my arrow with his teeth, but I'm afraid that he can't even speak at this moment, so he ran away silently with his tail clamped." After that, the general of the Xiongnu Front Camp laughed, and the soldiers beside him laughed, completely forgot that Li Cunxiao's arrow could not be as powerful as their former general.

When he walked down the sentry tower, the general of the Huns' front camp frowned. Li Cunxiao's arrow was so shocking that he felt respectful. He couldn't help but think that the Qin army was indeed a master, but he wanted to tell the general well. He thought that the Qin army had been mobilized to fight against them in the future, and he had to deal with them well, so as not to suffer losses.

When Li Cunxiao came back, Li Ang's eyes were sharp. He had already seen the blood on the corner of his mouth. He frowned slightly. Seeing that Li Cunxiao didn't say anything, he knew that the adopted son must have suffered a secret loss, and he didn't say anything at the moment. He just said, "Follow me to go back to the camp." Then he drove away, and Li Cunxiao rode his horse to follow him.

At night, Li Cunxiao wiped his dragon stick in the tent, but Li Cunzhi came. As soon as he entered the tent, he looked at Li Cunxiao's face carefully and said, "You are the foster father said you suffered the losses of the Huns during the day, and it is true." He sat next to Li Cunxiao and said, "Where is the injury, I'll take a look."

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the toothache is so bad." Li Cunxiao opened his mouth in front of Li Cunzhi, his voice was vague, "I dare not use my teeth to catch the arrows in the future."

"The Huns have strong arms." Seeing that Li Cunxiao could not even explain clearly, Li Cunzhi frowned, "Tell my elder brother what the Huns look like. Three days later, the eldest brother must kill him." In the battle that year, Li Cunzhi and Li Cunxiao were left alone. Li Cunzhi vowed at that time to take good care of Li Cunxiao on behalf of other brothers. Seeing that Li Cunxiao suffered a loss, he was naturally full of murderous intent.

"Brother, that person is mine." Li Cunxiao picked up his dragon stick and said to Li Cunzhi, "I will end him with my own hands."

"Okay, brother will give you a siege at that time." Li Cunzhi nodded. Li Cunxiao's horse fighting ability was especially better than him, so he couldn't take his brother's opponent.

On the second day, the red sun rose eastward, and the soldiers of the various army had just finished collecting the tents. In the Central Military Camp, the tent promotion drum sounded, and the commander-level generals were stunned, and then they immediately rushed to the Central Military Camp, thinking that their head coach had finally gathered to get promoted. At this time, they couldn't wait to know the true face of the head coach.

Thirty-nine commanders entered the tent of the Central Army. They saw that their local lieutenant was already there, and there was a standing in front of the commander's position.

The man in the Red Black Armor had his eyes as sharp as a sword, but they felt chilling when they looked at them. For a moment, these commanders were all stern, all guessing the identity of the young coach.

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"I haven't met Wu'anjun yet!" Han Qinbao, who was standing in the head, saw the generals' expressions. He knew what they were thinking and immediately spoke. When Li Ang was promoted to the Duke of Tang, Cao Anmin simply gave him the prominent title of Wu'anjun, so there was a saying among the people that Li Ang's rebirth Bai Qi was reborn.

Han Qinbao's voice fell, and the commanders were shocked. Then they came back to their senses and said to Li Ang in unison, "I will meet you with the prince!" They are not as experienced as Han Qinbao, and they can call Li Ang Wu'an Jun directly. So they call Li Ang the "prince".

"You guys don't have to be too polite." Li Ang nodded, and then said the decisive battle in three days without talking nonsense. Suddenly, the crowd in the account was in full swing and everyone was excited. They had already held their energy for this battle. Now it was finally time to see the true chapter, how could they not be happy? At that moment, Li Ang just gave the things set by the White Tiger Festival Hall again, and then returned the account and let the generals go back to prepare.

As soon as the commanders returned, they told the news that Li Ang was the head commander to the soldiers of his subordinates that in just half a day, the entire camp was boiling. Every soldier was full of red light. In the hearts of the people, Li Ang was a god of killing and a man who was a peaceful country in the Qin Dynasty. But in their hearts, Li Ang was not only a god of killing, but also a god of military affairs, who could lead them to meet the gods and killing gods and make achievements. In just three days, the morale in the camp rose to its peak, and the whole army was waiting to fight with the Huns.

On the day of the battle, Liu Bao ordered his army to form a heavy formation in the camp and waited for the Qin army to come over. He wanted to explore the bottom of the Qin army first. If they were equal to each other, they would fight to the death with the Qin army to the end. He would not believe that his 200,000 army would not be able to wipe out 130,000 people.

The strong wind blew, and the black flags came like clouds, rushing into the sight of the Huns. Then there was a heavy footstep on the ground. The Hun cavalry in front of the formation saw a black steel city wall advancing slowly. It was the heavy infantry of the Jinling Protectorate of the Qin Dynasty carrying a large shield of people and holding a three-meter-long iron spear, and marching towards them. On both sides were black cavalry strolling with war horses and walking in small steps to protect the left and right of the heavy infantry moving forward, both of which were neither too fast nor too slow.

Looking at the slowly advancing black iron tide, Liu Bao couldn't help but feel disgusted. Although the Huns had been established for a hundred years, they learned the rules and regulations of the Han people, and learned various craftsmen's skills from the Romans. After decades of savings, they were able to wear armor, iron helmets, and hold steel guns and long swords, but compared to the Great Qin Legion in front of them, they were still not worth mentioning.

The black army formation of the Qin Dynasty did not advance quickly, step by step, like the oppression of Mount Tai, causing the Xiongnu cavalry who lined up the formation to feel extremely heavy. Liu Bao's eyes shone. He knew that it was the Great Qin army building. If it were an ordinary army, he would have been frightened when he saw the black army formation like a mountain. Thinking of this, he laughed and said to the left and right, "The Great Qin army is not as good as before, even if it is a marching, it is like a snail." Liu Bao's voice was loud and echoed in the wind. The Xiongnu cavalry suddenly burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Wind!" Just as the Huns cavalry were laughing, someone suddenly shouted in the black army formation in front of them, and the voice soared into the sky. Then, after a short moment, the heavy infantrymen in the Qin Dynasty holding shields and holding guns shouted in unison, "Wind!" The sound of the millions of people was like one, louder than the thunder, shocking the horses in the Huns formation.

Just as the Hun cavalry comforted his horse, the advancing black army suddenly accelerated, "Wind!" "Raging wind!" The sound of the earth seemed to blow a gust of wind between the world, sweeping towards the Hun cavalry. Even Liu Bao couldn't help but feel moved, but soon he recovered his calmness and sneered, "Just play with some vain, the war is not the beautiful military formation, the sound is loud." Most of the 200,000 cavalry were his old subordinates. After a long journey, they soon came back to their senses and watched the black mountain-like military formation rolling towards him like thunder.

"Those Xiongnu people have some skills." Behind the heavy infantry's shield wall, there were 30,000 crossbowmen and light soldiers and 30,000 tiger and leopard cavalry, which were the main force of the military formation. Seeing that the Xiongnu formation was still motionless, Li Ang knew that these Xiongnu cavalry were not easy.

"Stop!" In front of the black shield wall, a horse rode out, carrying a black flag on his shoulder, and flew past the formation. With a "boom" sound, as the shield landed, the entire advancing black military formation immediately stopped, without a trace of sound, only the sound of the wind swaying the flag.

"Open the flag gate!" A shout suddenly sounded deep in the middle of the black shield wall, and then the overlapping shield walls suddenly cracked, giving up a galloping path. The sound of horse hooves sounded, and Li Ang led a group of powerful generals from the flag gate and arrived in front of the formation.

Looking at the flags that the knights who came to the formation were holding in addition to the military flag of the Qin Dynasty, there was also a golden embroidered banner of "Wu'an Jun". Liu Bao was shocked and then laughed, "It turned out to be him." After Liu Bao laughed, he said to the generals, "The devil who killed millions is here. No wonder the scene is so big!" After Liu Bao finished speaking, his generals immediately showed fear. Li Ang was the god of killing that has made all the races of the grassland most feared in the past thirty years. From the desert to the grassland, tribes, Tiel, Turks, and Tubo were all defeated by him. The Hu in it was even more slaughtered. No one of them was alive. On the grassland, only his name could be mentioned to stop the children from crying at night. Those Turks only dared to stab him in secretly and shoot arrows to relieve their anger.

"Let's go and meet this Wu'anjun who makes all tribes on the grassland afraid of the god of killing! See if he really has three heads and six arms that can kill all tribes." Liu Bao pointed at the bamboo and gold banner of "Wu'anjun" in his hand and laughed.

"Yes, I'm about to see the Turks, Tieler people are just rabbit galls. We, the heroes of the Huns, don't care about whether they kill the gods or not." After Liu Bao's words fell, the Huns generals who were inspired by him suddenly became excited and followed Liu Bao out of the formation and headed straight to the center of the two armies.

"This Xiongnu commander is brave." Seeing the Xiongnu formation, the cavalry cheered, and dozens of cavalry swept towards them. Li Ang, who was riding on Zi Li's back, sternly looked at him and laughed. Then he rode his horse's reins and led the generals beside him to meet him.
Chapter completed!