Chapter 92: The Deadly Chase
"Woooooo!"
The autumn wind is like crying and complaining, and it is a bit sad.
The autumn wind in the wilderness makes the decaying grass surging like waves, rushing away, very spectacular.
The warm sun is hanging high, and the warm sunshine is pouring on your body, which is particularly warm. The bleak and coolness of the autumn wind suddenly fades away, making people feel happy.
The autumn sun, the fields, the declining grasses, and the autumn scenery of the desert are all magnificent, which is amazing.
However, the Huns on the run had no desire to appreciate them, and they had only endless panic.
"Have the Han people chased me?"
"It seems that there are no Han people."
"I'm so tired, take a break."
The seven fled Huns, who were not fully furnished and had no fur hats, looked panicked and embarrassed, sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
"The abominable Han people don't even give us horses to ride!"
"The Han people are so hateful!"
The Huns never forgot to scold the Han people. The Han people chased them hard and had nowhere to escape and hide, making them unable to eat well or sleep well, and were in panic all the time.
What made the Huns most angry was that they actually had to escape on their own legs. The Huns grew up on horseback, and when did they not ride horses? This was the only time in the history of the Huns, and it was also rare. They were not depressed and dying.
The Huns used the most vicious words they knew to scold the Han people, and then they realized that they were hungry and had not eaten for a long time.
Looking around, the desert was vast, and there was not even a mouse, so there was no food. If you didn’t eat, you would be so hungry that you would lose your strength. If the Han people chased you, you would not have the strength to escape.
A Hun drew out a scimitar, inserted it hard into the soil, and began to dig grass roots. Although the grass was in decline and the autumn grass was yellow, the grass roots could still be eaten. He moved and reminded the other Huns, and pulled out the scimitar and started digging.
Among the seven Huns, only two had scimitars, and the other five had scimitars long ago. Without scimitars, it would be troublesome to dig grass roots. Fortunately, one Hun had a few arrows, and he only had arrows. As for the bow, he had no idea where to throw it.
The Huns had a special relationship with bows and arrows, which was as important as their lives. They even lost bows and arrows, which shows how embarrassed they were.
The Huns took out the arrows and gave each of the five Huns without scimitars one branch. The five Huns took them into their hands, used arrows as swords, and dug them up.
When did the Huns eat beef and mutton since they were young and drink horse milk? When did they pay attention to the drafting roots? Only cattle and sheep are eaten. When did the Huns eat cattle and sheep?
Not to mention the depressedness of the Huns, they were digging grassroots while cursing the Han people.
I dug out the grass roots, cleaned the soil a little, and then sent them into my mouth. The grass roots were bitter and hard to swallow. Once they entered my mouth, it felt really uncomfortable. The Huns were busy spitting it out, and their faces were bitter, which was a hundred times more bitter than bitter melon.
If you don’t eat, you don’t have the strength to escape. If you eat, it’s too unpalatable and difficult to swallow. The Huns were in a dilemma, looking at the grassroots one by one, and fell into a dilemma. They sent the grassroots to their mouths many times, but took them away again.
"Get it!"
A rapid sound of hooves sounded, and more than a dozen black dots appeared in the distance, chasing them like a wind blowing at them.
"The Han people are here!"
"Escape!"
The Huns made a sound, as if their butts were burned, jumped up from the ground, jumped out, and began their escape again.
As I ran along the way, my feet were blisters and my legs were as heavy as lead. How could I run over the four-legged horse? I didn't have much effort to catch up with it.
When the panic Huns looked at it, they couldn't help but feel energetic and shouted: "It's the Han people!"
They were still scared of the Han army and were afraid of the shadows when they saw them, and they did not care about the Han people at all. The Huns had fought against the Han Dynasty for decades, and they didn't know how many Han people had killed. When were they afraid of the Han people?
"Kill them!"
"Snatch the horse!"
In the eyes of the Huns, the Han people were pigs and sheep that they could slaughter. They killed whatever they wanted. They were all energetic and full of fighting spirit, like roosters with their heads raised.
The Huns were in trouble. If they killed the Han people and seized the horses, there would be horses for transportation, and they would have milk to drink and all the food would be solved. For them, this was the gift of the Kunlun God, and they would cheer in unison: "Kunlun God!"
"Kill all the Han people!"
Two Huns with swords waved their scimitars and roared, rushing up like a tiger down the mountain.
The other five Huns rushed up with arrows tightly, and they had a good harvest this time, and their eyes were full of wonderful stars.
However, the development of things was far from simple as they imagined, and when they discovered it, it was too late.
The Han Dynasty people did not hold bows or arrows, nor did Han swords, or scimitars thrown away by the Huns, but agricultural tools, which were called plows in the Han Dynasty. When they were in their hands, the sharp worms rushed towards the Huns like poisonous snakes.
"Kill all the Huns!"
The number of people is not large, but the roar is earth-shaking, as if hundreds of people are roaring.
"snort!"
The Huns didn't take it seriously at all and sneered.
When the Han people stabbed them with a plow in their hands, they realized something was wrong. Today, the Han people are no longer prey that they can slaughter, but rather angry lions.
More than a dozen plows were stabbed on their body like poisonous snakes, and the Huns kept screaming. It was too late to escape, so they could only fall to the ground unwillingly.
The people of the Han Dynasty hated the Huns to the core, and they would not let them go easily. The plows in their hands kept stabbing, smashing, and chopping. The Huns were so guilty that they rolled around on the ground in pain. They called Kunlun God, also called Da Shanyu, but they called Tiantian not effective, and they could only suffer alive.
The history of plows was very long, and it was not until the rise of ox plowing. The Qin State vigorously promoted the ox plowing technology, which was an important reason for the Qin State's prosperity. After the Qin State unified the country, it promoted the ox plowing technology nationwide. Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty was soon destroyed, and the ox plowing technology was not established correctly.
The Han Dynasty truly established the technology of ox plowing was established under the promotion of Emperor Wu of Han. Emperor Wu of Han initiated the famous agronomist Zhao Guo to promote the technology of ox plowing and field generation across the country, which is a major event in the history of Chinese science and technology and a milestone in the history of Chinese agriculture.
During this period, the main agricultural tools of the Han Dynasty were ploughs. The ploughs were similar to modern shovels. Scrapers were wooden handles for shaking hands, and they were called ploughs. There was also a beam on the wooden handle, which could be stepped on with feet when turning over the ground, which was convenient for use.
This special structure of the plow can be used for thorns, smashing and chopping.
The people vented their anger, stabbed, smashed, and chopped them together. When they stopped, the seven Huns had already become seven piles of meat paste, without any human appearance.
The people were still unrelieving their hatred, and opened their crotch and urinated at the meat paste on the ground. Then they rode their horses and rushed away excitedly, preparing to find the unlucky Huns.
When news of the defeat of the Huns came out, the people on the border were extremely excited. They were in groups of three or five, and they brought their families with their peers to chase the Huns with farm tools. At this time, there were horses everywhere on the battlefield. The people rode their horses across the Great Wall and joined the ranks of chasing the Huns.
There were hundreds of thousands of people joining the pursuit, riding horses with horses and hiking without horses. If you look from the air, you will see that there are people chasing thousands of miles apart.
When the Huns met the people, it was even more terrifying than when they met the Han army. The Han army only killed the Huns, and the people must turn the Huns into meat paste before they stopped.
"Get it!"
The sound of horse hooves sounded, and a group of Huns were running for life. They fought desperately, trying to get rid of the Han army that was following like a shadow as soon as possible and fled back to the desert.
Among these Huns, one of them was particularly conspicuous. He was tall and fur. His horse was extraordinary and as white as snow. As he ran, he seemed to be a white light crossing the grassland.
It was Junchen Shanyu.
The fox fur on Junchen Shanyu's body was no longer as smooth as fresh. Not only was it covered with dust and mud, but it also broke several holes, which were left on the way to escape.
"Huhh!"
Junchen Shanyu felt a heart coming out of his chest as if he was exhausted and gasping for breath.
Turning his head and looking at it, the Huns who came with them were all exhausted, with red eyes and black eyes, like panda eyes. The sound of breathing was ten times louder than that of Junchen Shanyu.
When I looked at the war horse under my crotch, I saw that although the Fengqiao Chasing Horse was divine, I had already shown fatigue. The Huns' war horses were far inferior to the Fengqiao Chasing Horse, and they were spitting white foam in their mouths. This was a sign of exhaustion. If I did not rest, the war horse might die at any time.
To escape, you must have a horse. If the war horse dies, it is impossible to escape back to the desert with just two legs.
Junchen Shanyu was extremely reluctant and had to order a rest. This order was deeply in line with the hearts of the Huns, but there was no cheer. He turned over and dismounted, sat on the ground and gasped.
Escape is more terrifying than a decisive battle. The decisive battle consumes the most physical strength, while the escape consumes the most mental strength. We are always in panic, and when there is any movement, we will be terrified for a while, and I think it is the Han army chasing us.
Junchen Shanyu felt a feeling of sleepiness that he had never felt before, and his eyelids were involuntarily touching each other. At this moment, he could never sleep. He would not know when he would wake up as soon as he fell asleep. Maybe he would be surrounded by Han Jun in his sleep. He pinched his thighs hard, and under the stimulation of the pain, he felt sleepy.
"Is there anything to eat?" Junchen Shanyu was so hungry that he wrote a heart-to-heart on his back. The feeling of hunger was really bad.
The desert was bitter and cold, and the food was not abundant, so it was common for the Huns to starve. However, this was just for ordinary Huns. As the son of the old Shang Shanyu, Junchen Shanyu, how could he go hungry? Now he was so hungry that he was so uncomfortable that he felt so uncomfortable that he hugged his horse's butt and ate it hard.
It would be fine if he didn't mention it. As soon as he raised it, the Huns swallowed their saliva violently, and their eyes were filled with light like hungry wolf. They stared at the war horses that were gnawing at the decayed grass, and they wanted to pounce on them and ate a lot of horse meat.
When the Huns were defeated, who could bring food with them? Even if they were brought, could the Han army chased them so tightly, so how could they not be thrown away? What food is already a very distant dream.
Junchen Shanyu swept his lost eyes from the horses, pulled out a scimitar, and headed towards a war horse that foamed at the mouth. He was about to kill the war horse and covered his belly.
"Gugu!"
A loud swallowing sound rang, and the Huns' Adam's apple couldn't stop thrusting and swallowed violently.
"Da Shanyu, don't kill the horse." The owner of the war horse hurriedly stopped him in front of him.
"Get out of the way!" Junchen Shanyu unshakable and pushed him away: "If you don't kill me, what do you eat? If you don't eat, how can you go back to the grassland?"
This horse is the worst of all war horses. It has the most white foam in its mouth and may die at any time. Instead of falling to death, it is better to kill it. However, this was the reliance for the Xiongnu to escape. He was extremely anxious and could only say, "Da Shanyu, don't kill me, I still have some jerky meat."
"Jelly!"
The Huns immediately exclaimed.
At this moment, there is no need for jerky meat, even rat meat or even grass stems, as long as it can wrap the belly. Jerky meat is the supreme delicacy. When the Huns heard this, everyone had a dazzling light in their eyes and stared at the Huns.
The Huns were extremely reluctant to take out a small piece of jerky meat from their arms, held it in both hands, and handed it to Junchen Shanyu.
Junchen Shanyu did not answer, but grabbed him. In the horror of the Huns, he touched his right hand in his arms and found two small pieces of jerky pieces.
The jerky meat was covered with tooth marks, which were obviously chewed by the Huns.
Three small pieces of jerky meat were not enough for Junchen Shanyu to get stuck in his teeth. His eyes were staring at the jerky meat, and he could no longer move it.
The Huns couldn't help but surround themselves, stretching their necks long.
"Search!" Junchen Shanyu held the jerky meat and ordered loudly: "Open the fur clothes."
Isn’t this asking for trouble when I open my fur clothes in a cold weather? The Huns were stunned.
"Isn't you going to do it? Who else can hide the jerky meat among you?" Junchen Shanyu finally remembered that when he escaped from the camp, he found a lot of jerky meat, and the Huns were still fighting for it. Maybe some of these Huns brought jerky meat.
As soon as he heard this, the Huns immediately understood and were busy opening their fur clothes.
A few Huns hesitated and did not need the orders of the military minister Shanyu. The Huns rushed up and found jerky meat from their arms.
After searching, he found more than ten kilograms of jerky meat. The Huns looked at the jerky meat and wished they could grab it in their hands and chew it hard.
Junchen Shanyu did not speak, glanced at the Huns and grabbed the largest piece of jerky meat. The Shanyu took the largest piece, and the other Huns could rob it. Huh and rushed up.
"Bang bang!"
A sound of heads colliding sounded, mixed with screams and angry curses.
If you grab jerky, you will be able to get the road to life. How could the Huns let go? If you grab me, you will be able to draw your sword toward each other and slash and kill.
"stop!"
Junchen Shanyu shouted violently, as if thunder sounded in his ears.
The Huns couldn't help but be stunned.
Junchen Shanyu waved the scimitar in his hand, and cut a thin piece of dried meat in his hand and sent it to his mouth. A flash of knife light was cut off again, and another dried meat of about the same thickness was cut off. The scimitar was flat and held in front of a Hun: "This is yours!"
The Huns grabbed them in a hurry and stuffed them into their mouths. The other Huns swallowed their saliva when they saw them.
Junchen Shanyu kept swinging the scimitar in his hand, cutting off pieces of dried meat and distributing it to all the Huns, one piece per person.
There were fifty or sixty people in this group of Huns, one piece, but only two or three kilograms were eaten, and a few kilograms were left. The military minister Shanyu took off the fox fur and wrapped it, put it on the Fengfeng Chasing Horse, and shouted: "This dried meat is taken with me. Don't worry, this Shanyu will never steal it."
This was said firmly and could not doubt that although the Huns were unwilling to say anything.
It is better to put the jerky meat in Junchen Shanyu than to fight and kill each other.
A piece of dried meat was not enough to even be at the bottom, and Junchen Shanyu's hunger was stirred up. However, he did what he said, and did not use the privileges of the Shanyu to eat dried meat. He bit his lips tightly and endured it.
A pair of eyes swept around and accidentally saw a mare's milk bulging. Her eyes lit up, jumped up, and rushed over in three or two steps.
When he came to the mare, he stroked the horse's butt with his left hand. The mare kept shaking its head and tail, bent its head, and rubbed it on him intimately.
Junchen Shanyu knelt on the ground, and his head drilled under the horse's belly, trying to grab his nipples. However, his neck was so painful that it was very uncomfortable. He had to lie on the ground, half-sit up, support his right hand on the ground, grab the nipples on the left, wiped it a few times, and then put his mouth on it.
As soon as he held his nipple in his mouth, he was like a greedy baby, sucking it violently. The mare neighed for a few times, and then there was no movement. He let Junchen Shanyu suck it, but he also bent his head and rubbed it against Junchen Shanyu, as if Junchen Shanyu was its foal.
"Gugu!"
With the rapid swallowing, the bulging horse's milk quickly faded.
Junchen Shanyu took a few sips, but there was no milk left. Then he let go unwillingly, stood up, licking the corner of his mouth with his bright red tongue, extremely satisfied.
Horse milk is actually a beverage made of horse milk. It can be drunk as wine or as a drink.
Drinking raw milk like this is rare in the Huns. This is only true in special circumstances, such as marching and fighting and plundering.
As I licked it, I always felt something was wrong. I wiped it with my hands and actually bought a few horse hairs.
With the demonstration of Junchen Shanyu, the Huns were very excited and went to find mares and drank horses. There were dozens of horses, but not many mares. They almost couldn't fight for mares. If Junchen Shanyu hadn't come forward and wanted every Hun to drink a few sips, the Huns would have been beaten to death.
Jerky meat and horse breasts are daily foods for the Huns. Although they are incomparable to normal, the Huns still regained a lot of strength. After a while, the military minister Shanyu gave the order, and the Huns began to escape again.
Although the jerky meat is not much, it is a few pounds. When I really can't hold on, eating another slice can help you recover a lot of strength. There are still more than a dozen mares, and if nothing unexpected happens, they should be able to return to the desert.
Junchen Shanyu rode on the Fengbaojiao, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. The road of life had not yet been cut off, so he couldn't help but feel excited.
However, he didn't know that just thirty miles behind him, a Han army was racing towards him.
"rumble!"
A Han army of hundreds of people is galloping.
The Han army had red eyes, bloodshot and tired on their faces. However, they were fighting spirit and rushed to the horse.
The one who led this Han army was the flying general Li Guang.
At this time, Li Guang had blood stains on his body, his hair was scattered, and there were a few arrows on his back. His eyes were black and his eyes were red like rabbit eyes, which was a sign of extreme lack of sleep.
Chapter completed!