When King Zuo Xian ran away when he saw the Han army, he even didn't care about the many treasures in his tent, his beautiful wives and concubines. He took the elite guards around him and ran on the horse.

His bloggers are not just king tents, but also many tribes of different sizes scattered within a radius of thousands of miles. These are his subordinates. As long as they can escape to other tribes, they can escape from the heavens.

"We must send a letter to the Shanyu as soon as possible. Let the Great Shanyu know that the Han army is coming!" When the Zuo Xianwang, who was riding his horse in the snow, was considering the future of the Huns, his personal guards shouted loudly.

King Zuo Xian did not scold his personal guards in a slight manner, but hurriedly turned his head and looked behind him.

Then, he saw God.

It's not God, it's a camouflage tank. Of course, they don't know that the tank is a thing, but the burly and huge volume, the harsh sound of steel moving forward, and the low roar of motivation clearly tell everyone that I'm in danger.

For horses, walking in snow is more than half a meter deep is very difficult. But for tanks, it is not a big deal.

Su Chen drove a tank in one hand and a can of hot coffee in the other, leisurely chasing the escaped Huns.

Although I don’t know what monster was pursuing me, out of my loyalty to Zuo Xianwang, more than a dozen Hun cavalry turned their horses and waved their weapons and rushed towards the tank.

Looking at these Xiongnu cavalry charging to the death, Su Chen was too lazy to hit them with a remote machine gun, and directly drove the tank to hit them.

The Hun cavalry rushed to the vicinity of the tank and used the swords and guns in their hands to kill the tank. There was even a strong man with a huge axe and smashed it wildly on the tank's reaction armor.

However, this is of no use.

Apart from bringing out sparks and dull sounds of metal attacks, the counterattacks of the Huns' cavalry were useless.

Su Chen turned the steering wheel, and the huge but fast-moving tank made a sharp turn, directly dragging several Hun cavalry on one side under the tracks.

Blood splattered like a fountain, and the nearby snow was immediately painted with a bright red color.

Su Chen was driving a bumper car and turned left and right, having fun. In less than a minute, more than a dozen Hun cavalry had been merged into the snow.

The tanks were about to catch up again, and the degree of both sides was not at the same level. Even if there was no heavy snow to block the tanks, the cavalry could not escape the tanks unless there was no fuel.

King Zuo Xian was furious and tried to whip the BMW under his crotch desperately, trying to run faster. The guards around him all turned their horses' heads and rushed towards the tank without fear of death to try to buy time for his master.

There were more than a hundred cavalry in this wave, all of which were carefully selected elites from the tribe. They were willing to die for their masters, even if they were just to gain insignificant time.

Su Chen turned on the remote-controlled machine gun, and the large-caliber machine gun at the top of the turret shot out a dense rain of bullets. The hot shells dropped on the snow and melted the snow water in an instant.

Zuo Xianwang's personal guards were all elite, equipped with iron armor that was rare among the Huns. Unfortunately, in front of the large-caliber machine gun bullets, no matter what kind of iron armor was used. As long as it was hit, it would be a blowout no matter what part it was.

More than a hundred cavalrymen were blown into the snow before they could rush to the near tank. The warm blood melted the nearby snow to form a bright red pool of blood. The grass here will inevitably grow very lush next year.

The tank tracks ran through the pool of blood that was gradually frozen and chased towards the lonely escape of Zuo Xianwang ahead.

"General." Li Gan, who was in charge of the army, ran to Huo Qubing and shouted, "This time I won a great victory! I captured the King of Tuntou, King Han, General, Prime Minister, and Master, and the Chief of the State. The capital lieutenant had 83 people. The population was more than 70,000, and there were countless cattle, sheep and horses!"

"Okay!" Huo Qubing waved his fists hard, which was really a brilliant victory. Zuo Xianwang's royal court was completely destroyed.

"It's just letting Zuo Xianwang run away." Li Gan sighed. "It's a pity. If you capture Zuo Xianwang, you will be fully accomplished."

"Who said he ran away?" Huo Qubing smiled and pointed his hand into the distance. "Look at what that is."

Su Chen's tank, Li Gan and others had seen it, but they were not so panicked. When the boom came, many people even came over curiously to watch the fun.

But soon, the Han soldiers cheered because they saw a messy figure dragging a rope behind the tank and swaying left and right on the snow. The luxurious outfit could not conceal its identity even if it was covered with snow.

The Huns were a slave society, and their hierarchy was even higher than the Han Dynasty.

The luxurious clothes and gold, silver and gems on Zuo Xianwang have directly pointed out his identity.

The tank stopped, and several Han cavalry stepped forward to drag the embarrassing Zuo Xianwang over.

Zuo Xianwang would like to thank the heavy snow. Although he was in a mess, he could at least survive. If there was no heavy snow but a grassland covered with various stones, such a road would have dragged him to death.

"Yes, it's King Zuo Xian." The Han merchants who went to the army carefully identified and made a positive judgment. "I have given him a few treasures, and I will never admit my mistake."

Su Chen sat on the turret and rubbed his face with his hands, "No one can be missed."

This time, the royal court that raided Zuo Xianwang was a complete victory. From nobles, herdsmen and slaves below Zuo Xianwang, they captured more than 70,000 people. All kinds of cattle, sheep, horses, tents, and supplies were too numerous to count. They all became the spoils of the Han army.

The victory of such a brilliant victory in the war between the Han and the Huns for many years is definitely unprecedented.

That night, the entire royal court fell into a sea of ​​joy. Of course, it was the joy of the Han army.

The soldiers of the Han army killed cattle and sheep, and Su Chen also took out a large amount of material fruit wine and held a grand celebration to celebrate the victory.

As for the prisoners, they could only gather and curl up in the cattle shed, watching the Han army show their power on their territory with all kinds of feelings.

"Come on, have a drink." In the king's tent, Su Chen smiled and handed a cup of warm water to the king of Zuo Xian who was tied up.

"Hmph." Zuo Xianwang glared at Su Chen.

Su Chen didn't care, so he put down the water cup and asked with a smile, "If you ask you something, you'll be delicious and delicious and sent to Chang'an if you don't say it, you'll be responsible for the consequences. Tell us where Yi Zhixie's tent is?"

"Stop dreaming." Zuo Xianwang said in Chinese right, "I will not betray Shanyu."

Zuo Xianwang knew very well that in the current weather environment, once the Han army touched the Shanyu royal court, the Shanyu would definitely not even have a chance to escape. The only hope now is that these Han troops could not find the Shanyu royal court, and it would be better if the entire army was wiped out in the heavy snow.

"Have backbone." Su Chen clapped his hands, "I admire the backbone people the most, it's your turn."

Su Chen stood up and moved out of his position. Several large-sleeved and round-waisted Han soldiers came forward to pick up Zuo Xianwang and beat him up with a horse whip. Zuo Xianwang's luxurious clothes were scattered, and the screams were endless.

"You are not professional." More than half an hour later, Zuo Xianwang, who was crying and shouting, still refused to reveal the whereabouts of the Xiongnu royal court, and Su Chen had to appear in person.

This is also impossible. After all, the soldiers of the Han army are not jailers. They are good at using weapons rather than torture tools.

Su Chen took out a stack of A4 paper and handed it to the Han army beside him. "There is no mulberry paper, it's probably OK to use this. Put it in the water and get wet it, and then paste it on his face."

Waterboarding is a very terrible punishment that can cause people to fall into extreme despair and fear of death. A hero who can resist the past basically does not exist.

Facts have proved that Zuo Xianwang is not a hero.

When the paper on his face was torn off, the tough Hun man who had been stubborn as if he was cooked ducks, was already crying with tears and noses, and the royal court of Yizhixie was in the distant north of Hangai Mountain and south of the North Sea.

Hang Aishan is the famous Yanran Mountain where Yanran is levied. It is known as one of the two top mountains of the Chinese General Sect, together with Fenglangjuxu Mountain.

Specifically located in Outer Mongolia in the modern world, it is the famous source of the Selenge River. This river flows northward into the North Sea, that is, Lake Baikal.

The area north of Yanran Mountain and south of the North Sea is very vast. However, at least I know the approximate location, the headquarters is much better off running around aimlessly.

For Huo Qubing, what he has to do now is to rush north to the Xiongnu royal court.

"Don't worry." Su Chen found Huo Qubing and persuaded him. "It's winter now, and the Beihai is colder than here. Yi Zhixie will help him unless he has a cheat and an alien will come to help him. Otherwise, he will definitely spend the winter in the same place and will definitely not be able to escape. You have more important things to do now."

Huo Qubing was said to be confused, and he couldn't figure out what else could be more important than destroying the Huns royal court.

"Continue to go north and there is a wolf mountain south of the vast sea, where you can worship the sky. There is a Guyan Mountain not far away, where you can worship the earth and ceremonies." Su Chen prepared all the photography equipment, which is a great feat that can make Chinese men excited in a thousand years.

"There is one more thing." Su Chen pointed to Hang Aishan on the map. "This is Yanran Mountain, where you can carve stones and erect monuments to record the glorious achievements of this expedition to Mobei. Of course, it was when you seize Yi Zhixie's return journey."

Huo Qubing looked at Su Chen in confusion, "Why is this?"

Su Chen smiled without answering, took out two books from the space bag and handed them over.

"What? The Book of Military Arts?" Huo Qubing took the book and looked at the cover in confusion. His hands, which were originally as solid as rocks, trembled instantly.

The title of the first book is "Han Shu·Biography of Huo Qubing".

The title of the second book is "Volume 23 of the Later Han Dynasty (Biography of Dou Rong·Dou Xian)".

Huo Qubing likes martial arts but is not a brainless and reckless man. When he was very young, he was taken to the library to read military books by Liu Che. He has a very high level of culture.

What does the Han Book, the Later Han Book mean? He knew very well.

"This is......"
Chapter completed!