Chapter 117: The Western Xianbei surrenders

The Xianbei Camp is located in the five miles away from Lingzhou Pass. It is said that it is a camp because it is large enough. The camp with nearly 100,000 people looks black and spectacular. However, all the tents used by the Xianbei people to set up camps were thrown on the Sanshui front line, and it was just temporarily built. The Xianbei people did not have the habit of the Han army to build wooden villages nor the level of the Han army to build wooden villages. Therefore, this camp was exposed on all sides, which was not much different from the animal pens used by Han people to lock livestock in their homes.

The Western Xianbei people had the camp of the Cellowluo, and the aroma of barbecue was floating. Of course, it was not the tender lamb they usually ate. The herdsmen who came with the army could not even save their lives when they retreated. They had no intention of bringing their cattle and sheep. They were all abandoned by them in the Sanshui line. The unsavory horse wine was just some freshly squeezed out horse milk.

The Xianbei people in the west set up the zeluoluo, the Xianbei Grandmaster Queju, the Xianbei Grandmaster in the central region, the Xianbei Grandmaster in the west perform the rigorous and scented people, all gathered here, facing the barbecue and horse milk, they all looked worried and no one had any appetite.

After finally escaping here, they thought they could return to the grassland and regain their strength to restore the Xianbei army, but once they returned here, they were determined to die, and Lingzhou Pass returned to the hands of the Han army. The road ahead was cut off, and the Han army chased after him. If this continues, they will not need the Han army to use their swords and weapons. In a few days, they will starve to death!

"What should I do?" The Xianbei from the west sighed, sighing, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was asking everyone in the camp.

The Xianbei generals were at a loss for a moment, with a confused look on their faces. No one could think of a useful solution. Silence and depression, and everyone felt as if they were burdened with a heavy burden and were panic.

"There is no other way to attack the city!" The Grand Marshal Rilu was silent for a moment, with a firm look on his face and said in a deep voice. Although he knew that this method was unwise, he still took it helplessly.

"How easy is it to attack the city? In a small Sanshui County, our Xianbei army has not yet captured hundreds of thousands of troops, let alone Lingzhou Pass, which is strong and high in the city. What should we use to attack?" The person who spoke was Yan Liyou, another commander in the Xianbei region in the western region. Although he also wanted to make contributions, he knew better that not to mention siegeing the city now, even the Xianbei army had no chance of winning even in the field. It could only add casualties.

Silence! Everyone looked at each other, you stared at each other with big eyes, listening to the two of you expressing your own views.

At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the tent, and a whistle guard came to report: "Report to the young marshal, please see outside the Putou camp!"

"Putou, this beast has the face to come back. What is he doing? Let him go back, I don't want to see him!" The Xianbei man from the West was hated and excited when he suddenly heard Putu's name. Even if he surrendered to the Han army, it would be better than life. Any parent who doesn't want his children to live well is more important than anything else, but if he pretends to be fine, he can't do it, and it's best not to see him.

"Sir, let's see you. There must be something important about the young marshal coming at this time!" The Grand marshal's deduction was quite mature, and he thought for a while and said lightly.

"The young marshal is here, so let him come in! It's okay to see what he says?" The rest of the people also echoed.

"Let any beast come in and see me!" Zhiluoluo said with a gloomy face and a tense face. No matter who was involved in this matter, he would not be in much better mood.

After a moment, Putou walked in alone.

"What else are you doing? You have thrown away all the faces of us, the Great Xianbei people!" Before Putou could speak, he cursed in a trembling voice.

"Does my father know why he lost so badly?" Putou turned a deaf ear to his father's scolding, but just asked indifferently.

"From the beginning of my encounter with this person, I knew that the Great Xianbei was over. No matter who was hostile to this person, it was either surrendering or dying! This is the case with the Great Xianbei, and even more so by the Qianghu. Maybe you don't know yet! Just a few days ago, the 70,000 Qianghu army that you recruited as aid were killed, except for 10,000 prisoners and survived, all 60,000 people were dead. The head of the Qianghu Liufang Qushou is now on the way to the Han capital Luoyang!" Putou continued without waiting for everyone in the camp to speak.

"What? The 70,000 Qiang and Hu troops were destroyed? How is this possible? This must not be true?" Before Putou finished speaking, the people in the camp could no longer maintain their previous calm and screamed in surprise.

"One day, in just one day, the 70,000 troops of Qiang and Hu disappeared. I also participated in this battle. I witnessed it with my own eyes and experienced it. Is there any falsehood? Besides, at this time, is there any need to lie to you?" Putou stood alone in the empty hall, looking at the dead people on both sides, and said coldly.

"Then what are you doing now? Let's tell us that the Qiang and Hu army was defeated! I still want to see how miserable we are!" Zhi Luoluo said with an ugly expression.

"This person asked me to bring you three days to consider, surrender or die! When the three days arrive, nearly 100,000 people here will turn into dead bones!" Putou was unmoved at all. He was becoming more and more convinced by Huangfu Jian now. The strong man is truly worthy of being the son of gods and an absolute strong man. When he saw the shocking rainbow shot from Huangfu Jian, he knew that it would be very simple if Huangfu Jian wanted to kill him.

"Just! When did I, the Great Xianbei, surrender to others? You are not embarrassed enough. Do you want everyone to follow you together?" Zhi Luoluo laughed in anger. Of course, his black and yellow face looked even more ugly than crying.

"I have brought it to you, how to choose is your business! But I also want to remind you that it is too easy for that person to kill you. I didn't have the slightest power to fight back at his hands, and I surrendered to him after being defeated by him. Think about who is sure to avoid the arrow in his hands!"

"This is the end of the word! Goodbye!" As soon as Putou finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, never looking back at everyone in the camp.

"I'm so angry, you beast!" Before Putou even left the camp, the angry roar of Shi Luoluo came.

"Stop your anger! What the young marshal said is not without reason. Now there is only two ways to go before us, either die or surrender! There is no need to wait three days later, there will be no food in the army. If we cannot immediately break through Lingzhou Pass, we will lose the strength to fight in three days, so why can we fight with others?" Que Ju, the commander of the Xianbei in the central region who had not spoken, said that the Xianbei king is dead. Even if he returns to the Xianbei in the central region, he will not have a good life. It is better to surrender to the Han army now and at least he can save his life.

Silence, silence again!

Although everyone had different thoughts in their hearts, no one was willing to speak out at this time. Just when Huangfu Jian shot the king and Lian the Jinghong with an arrow, everyone couldn't help but touch their heads.

The next day, the Xianbei people in the west set up Zeluoluo and sent the Xianbei general Queju to Huangfu Jian camp.

"Queju, the envoy of the lower country, met with the Lord of the upper country!" Queju entered the camp and bowed and said.

"Are you the Xianbei general in the central region Queju?" Huangfu Jian sat in the upper head, looked at the strong middle-aged man in front of him and asked lightly.

"It's the subordinate!"

"I wonder what the commander-in-chief Queju is doing?"

"Our Lord agreed to surrender to the Han court and send his subordinates to come to discuss peace."

"There is no need to negotiate peace! Just let you Xianbei people put down your weapons and go out to the camp to be assigned to the public!"

"It's not like this! We adults said that he would write a letter of surrender. From now on, the Xianbei in the West paid tribute to the Han court every year and gave tribute to each other every year! Please let us pass the testimonials!"

"Oh! You Xianbei people are so fucking beautiful! If you can't beat me, write a letter of surrender, pay tribute every year, and pay tribute every year! These empty things are useless here. My general's territory is the master. I hand over my weapons and surrender outside the camp. There is only one way out. You can go back. I will not be difficult for you. I will answer this general after thinking about it!" Huangfu Jian looked at Que Ju indifferently and waved his hand to the road.

Two days, under the shadow of death, the Xianbei people survived two days. Early on the third morning, Lingzhou Pass was closed and the "White-Faced Crazy Tiger" candidate led the five thousand iron cavalry of the Cavalry Camp, Yan Xing, and Pang De led the five thousand personal guards out of the city gate and rushed towards the Xianbei camp.

At the same time, Huangfu Jian also led 20,000 elite troops from eight troops out of the camp. The battle flags of 30,000 troops were flying, and the swords were thriving, surrounding the Xianbei camp.

Not long after, the Xianbei people finally chose to surrender in the face of death, cast a white flag, surrendered the entire army, gave up their weapons, and accepted the reorganization of the eight soldiers.

At this point, the three-month battle in Xianbei fell into the curtain!

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