Early spring in February.

The climate in Hexi is still cold and cold. The snow on the top of Qilian Mountain has not melted yet. On the banks of Gushui River, several yellow weeds bent down and lie dormant on the low ground of the river beach, waiting for the nourishment of the snow water.

Hexi.

The Xiongnu Zhelan tribe army began to bury the pot and cook early, and the noisy sound came from the quiet wilderness. The Hun man who came out of the tent went out with a confused look on his face, unwilling to unbutton the trousers, causing the guy who had been full all night to vent his anger and let a few drops of turbidity fall on the grass.

"Hey, Zhelanlei, I heard that your brother, who is like a little girl, went to Loulan to propose. This kid looks like a woman, but he is very lucky." A strong man with a fat face and a beard walked past the man who was peeing and said with a sarcastic smile.

"Tiefu is in power, what do you mean? Do you want to duel with me, the Zhelan tribe?" Zhelan Lei looked angry and pressed the handle of the knife and shouted. The eldest prince of the Zhelan tribe is 30 years old this year, which is the most vigorous time in a man's life. As the natural heir of the Zhelan tribe, Zhelan Lei's most annoyed is that someone talks about his unscrupulous second brother.

"Dull, haha, I have already followed the orders of the wise king to fight against Qin Barbarians immediately. How about it, do you dare to fight side by side with our Tief Tribe?" Tiefler smiled grimly and waved at Zhe Lanlei.

"Why don't you dare to do this? Just wait and wait until I go and report it to my father." Zhe Lanlei was reckless and used to the domineering personality in the tribe. Tefler has always been incompatible with him, so this agitated Zhe Lanlei naturally became unwilling to weaken his morale.

Buried the stove.

The Huns were energetic, and the right wise king Zhe Lan Songhua personally led a large army to kill the generals from Gaizang City. This time, Zhe Lan Songhua mobilized the most elite Tief tribe in the tribe, and the fierce general Tiefle was the vanguard, vowing to find the lost face of the Huyan tribe.

"Chichi, chichichi!"

Teams of Xiongnu barbarians screamed strangely, holding up their swords and shouting to the Qin camp east of Gushui. They were wearing leather armor sewn with wolf skin and yellow sheepskin, holding bronze swords in their hands. Behind the side and back of the war horses were hard bows made of poplar wood and clusters of whistle and bushings.

——.

Qinying.

The soldiers were all angry, especially the Longxi cavalry under Luo Jia's command. For them, the Huns were not unfamiliar opponents. A year ago, Maodun led his troops to pursue the Xiaoyuezhi people invaded Longxi and entered Didao to fight the Qin army in Longxi. At that time, the Qin cavalry, which was only in the early stage, was not afraid of it. They performed well in that battle to defend the country. Now that the two countries are fighting again, how could the Qin soldiers be afraid?

"General, why haven't Marquis Wu ordered a battle yet? He's so anxious to death." A Qiang captain in Luo Jia's vanguard said angrily.

Last night, Luo Jia came back from the central army tent. The news they brought back made them feel unwilling. The mission of a surprise attack on the enemy was stolen by Cao Xin's Yuezhi soldiers, which made the Qiang people, who had always had a competitive relationship with the Yuezhi people very dissatisfied.

A county in Longxi.

The Qin people, Qiang Di people, and Yuezhi people now account for one-third each. Most of the Qin people are the people of Guanzhong who migrated from Guanzhong three years ago. They have completely abandoned their ancestors' old horse raising, imitated the people of the Central Plains to live in river valleys, and mainly engaged in farming, fishing and other work. The Qiang people and Di people still follow the old traditions, and grazing is the foundation for their survival. When the Yuezhi people who also take this as their career arrive, the competition between the two inevitably begins.

"What's the noise? If you are successful, I wouldn't have lost face in front of Wuhou. I was ridiculed by Cao Xin's reckless man, so I would have let the Huns call me for a while. When Wuhou gave the order, I would use all my strength." Luo Jia shouted at the group of generals and schools fiercely.

In the fourth year of Longxi, Luo Jia had completely integrated into the nomadic peoples such as Qiang Di, and even his newly married woman was the daughter of the patriarch of the Jiangshui tribe of the Qiang people.

"Wuhou has an order. A cavalryman has five thousand people to go to fight with the central army, fight, fight!" As soon as Luo Jia finished speaking, a soldier who was sending the order was already shouting and rushing to the front camp.

"Long live Wuhou!"

Hearing this order, the Qiang Di generals who had been angry for a long time responded, and they were all excited and rushed back to prepare for the war armor. This made Luo Jia breathe a sigh of relief. It felt really uncomfortable to be besieged by his subordinates. What was even more desperate was that the Qiang man who had just questioned was the brother of his wife.

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The gate opens.

Two teams of black armor, Qin army fierce riders holding bright spears, came out one after another. The flag rolled up, which was truly visible, and the general flag with the character "Luo" was particularly eye-catching.

After five thousand cavalrymen, there was a thick central army flag. This wooden pole and flag made of round wood in the deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains was very strong. If it was cut with only a copper sword, it would be impossible to touch it at all. Under the big flag, the young general Gan Yong was wearing a scale armored jacket, a spear in his hand, and a hat on his head to combed his hairline neatly.

"Da Qin, Da Qin!" Gan Yong rode his horse out of the gate and shouted loudly.

"Rare Old Qin, restore my country and mountains!"

"Don't run dry, you won't stop fighting." The shouts that broke out among the Qin army shook the earth, making the Huns feel sad.

Compared with the Qin army's strict discipline system, the loose formation of the Huns was like a large net with thousands of holes. Although it was broad enough, if it met a sharp sword, the result of the net was obviously much larger.

The flower surface of the Right King Zhelan Song was as good as the bottom of a pot, which was very bad. In the momentum just now, the Huns were at a disadvantage. Now, they must think of another way to cheer up their morale.

"Teffler!"

"The last one will be there."

"Your troops went to fight and chose the might of Qin Man." Zhe Lan Songhua shouted.

"The wise king, let's see how the warriors of my Tieffer team killed the enemy." Tiefferre squeezed at Zhelan Lei next to Zhelan Songhua and said.

"Father, the Qin people are powerful, and the Tiefu tribe goes to fight alone, and may be in trouble. I am willing to lead an army to attack with the Tiefu brothers." Zhelanlei was very snatched by Tiefu in the morning. At this time, he saw that the other party had robbed the first prize and hurried forward to ask for orders.

"My son, this war has just begun, and there is a chance to fight!" Zhe Lansong's flowery eyes flashed and persuaded. This eldest son was born to him and a woman from the same tribe. Although his mother lost her favor due to her deterioration soon, her son was still a son after all. Compared to her second son Zhe Lan Huaien's weakness, this eldest son undoubtedly looks more like himself.

Love is divided into many kinds.

Zhelan Songhua must have much more expectations for her eldest son Zhelan Lei than Zhelan Huai'en, which is why he has always been strict with Zhelan Lei.

"Father, this great enemy is facing, how can the warriors of the Zhelan tribe beside me mortally and ridiculously do nothing? I beg my father to allow him to go to war." Zhelan Lei said unyieldingly.

Obviously, Zhelan Songhua's painstaking efforts and the reckless Zhelan Lei were not grateful. He thought Zhelan Songhua wanted to suppress him and also supported his beloved son Zhelan Huaien to the throne.

Tiefle came out to kill the general.

As the Qin formation wanted to show his courage, the Luo armored cavalry could no longer hold back. The two armies quickly approached. The Qiang cavalry, who were eager to make meritorious contributions, were entangled in one place, and they were killed in a difficult way.

Half an hour.

Tieffler was out of breath for the killing. The formation combat tactics of the Qin cavalry made the Xiongnu who were used to fighting alone very uncomfortable. In the past, this close-fitting fighting was the strength of the Huns. They, who were known as the nation on horseback, had more advantages than the later scholars of the Qin people, but now, this advantage has gradually been ignored.

Luo Jia put his hands together with his halberd.

The small teeth of the halberd were constantly sucking and spitting back and forth, cutting the soft leather armor of the Huns again and again, leaving behind blood grooves. Tieffler was so angry that he screamed. Although his legs were strong and powerful, it also required considerable strength to clamp the horse's belly, which made it impossible to use all his strength in the single fight with Luo Jia.

Li Yuan stood quietly under the flag and stared at the battle situation. Beside him, Li Zuoche was dressed as a Confucian scholar and scholar, dressed a bit like a civilian official who was shaking flags and shouting. Of course, this was a misunderstanding of people who were unfamiliar with temperament. For the Qin general who knew Li Zuoche's background, this new Sima from Zhao State would definitely not be able to arouse him.

The reason is very simple.

Li Zuoche always can predict the enemy first. When you are still thinking about how to deal with him, he has already prepared a backup plan early. No one can afford to offend such a person.

"Zuoche, look at it. The part where the Huns attacked did not seem to be the people of the Zhelan tribe. The banner is very strange. What does the word Tiefu mean?" Li Yuan asked.

Li Zuoche narrowed his eyes, looked at the front of the fierce battle, and said slowly: "Wuhou, Tiefu is a tribe nomadic on the northern foot of the Helan Mountains. The ancestors of this tribe were originally a branch of the Guifang tribe, but later moved to the north. Now, they have become part of the Huns. From this point of view, the Huns are gradually forming a unified order, which is not good news for me, Daqin."

"Since that's the case, beat the drums and fight together to defeat it to shock the tribes." Li Yuan sneered and shouted.

The Huns and the hundreds of barbarians, this loose tribal alliance system was derived from primitive society, and its internal structure was incomparable to the Qin State, which had entered a feudal society. The key to the fact that the Huns are now strong is that they have a powerful leader. Maodun attracted all the grassland tribes based on his personal cruelty and outstanding military talents. If he wants to break this alliance, the Qin army must let small tribes like Tiefu see the strength of the Qin army.

The drums were sounded.
Chapter completed!