Daqin: I fell from the sky, the first emperor regarded me as a fairy

On the top of the mountain, countless corpses were placed all over the place, piling up the entire mountain with no place to step down.

Blood rushed out of ditches and flowed down the mountain.

These corpses are not only the corpses of the Huns, but also the corpses of the Qin army. I don't know whose limbs and arms belong to them.

It can only be identified from the armor clothing worn on the body.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and a battle flag of the black water black bird was planted on the top of the mountain, and the breeze was blowing, still majestic.

This represents the majesty of Daqin, the dignity of Daqin.

People are in the flag, people are dead and the flag is dead!

A soldier of the Qin army with white cloth tied to his arm, with the word "medical service" written on the cloth, shuttled across the mountain.

It was Qin Jun's medical soldiers.

The Second Artillery Corps also has 50 medical soldiers. After several weeks of training, they have been able to suture wounds proficiently and use fire to sterilize them.

He already knew simple treatment methods, and the team was led by experienced military doctors.

They formed a group in twos and tossed the corpses on the ground, of course, tossed the corpses of the Qin army to see if there were any alive Qin troops.

Sometimes they will meet seriously injured Xiongnu. At this time, they will draw out the weapons they carry with them and make up for it.

Even sometimes, there are Huns who pretend to be dead and want to sneak attack when the medical soldiers approach, but the medical soldiers take out their weapons leisurely.

Instead of fighting, it is often the medical soldiers who win.

The Huns who died in the battle did not believe that they were defeated by these medical soldiers.

On the other side, Zhang Han was listening to the reports of his subordinates.

"Commander, our army killed a total of 320 soldiers, seriously injured 230, and slightly injured 300. We killed a total of 430 Huns, captured countless weapons, and 110 horses."

A general wiped his face to wipe off the blood on his face.

This is not counting the soldiers who were bombarded at the foot of the mountain. It is estimated that tens of thousands of Huns died in the hands of their Second Artillery Corps.

This is a huge win for them.

A smile appeared on Zhang Han's expressionless face. This achievement is not only important to him, but also extremely important to the Second Artillery Corps.

One shot made the reputation of the Second Artillery Corps.

"Order the brothers to rest for a while, check whether the artillery is damaged, and count the ammunition. We wait for the arrival of General Meng Tian."

"Yes, Commander."

Zhang Han sat under the banner of the Black Water Xuanniao, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Waited for about half an hour.

A group of Qin troops rushed to the top of the mountain. Meng Tian, ​​who was the leader, was relieved to see Zhang Han sitting there, and the Qin army was still there.

Looking at the thousands of Hun corpses, Meng Tian couldn't help being horrified, especially those Hun corpses that had been bombarded to pieces.

You can imagine how fierce the war was at that time.

There is also a trace of respect for the Second Artillery Army.

At the same time, Zhang Han was placed on an equal footing with himself. He seemed to see that the Second Artillery Corps was a rising star in the empire.

The leader of this army should be a general of the Qin State, and he can even be named a marquis.

Feng Hou ah.

I don't know if he, Meng Tian, ​​will occupy the position of Marquis when he wiped out the Xiongnu.

Meng Tian's heart was full of enthusiasm, not only would he be honored by being named Marquis, but his Meng family would also be honored.

This made him think of his father, Meng Wu, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, and hoped to end the battle this time.

I implore His Majesty to return to Xianyang to report on his duties and visit his father.

In his thoughts, Zhang Han had already come to his side.

"General Meng." Zhang Han cupped his hands.

Meng Tian didn't dare to procrastinate, so he quickly saluted.

Afterwards, the two began to talk, telling about the battle.

Zhang Han learned from Meng Tian that their Second Artillery Corps killed seven or eight thousand Huns and seriously injured five or six thousand, which shattered the Huns' determination to fight.

Another funny thing is that some of the Huns were frightened to death.

This made Zhang Han dumbfounded. He didn't expect his artillery to have this function, so he had to talk about the deterrent ability of the artillery.

"Truth is only within the range of the cannon."

Zhang Han recalled that the first lesson the national teacher gave to these generals was this sentence, which he didn't understand too much at the time.

This time in actual combat, I realized that what the national teacher said was correct.

If the range of the artillery reaches several kilometers, or even hundreds of kilometers, they can contain the enemy at the throat.

Afterwards, Meng Tian left 1 people to help Zhang Han clean up the battlefield, and he took the rest of the people to visit Laofu.

Although [-] Huns were wiped out, the besieged people weighed on their hearts, which made him unhappy.

Although he believed in the national teacher, he still felt that it was right to have more people.

After integrating the army, they hurried towards the direction where Han Xin and others were besieged.

......

"kill!"

"Kill all these Huns!"

The two armies fought together on the small hill. The fence set up by the Qin army had long been trampled to pieces by the Huns' cavalry, and the stones and rolling logs had been exhausted.

The armies of the two sides mixed together for hand-to-hand combat.

But fortunately, there are many pine trees on the mountainside, and the Huns cavalry are not suitable for fighting. This gave the Qin army a chance, but caused the Huns to suffer heavy losses.

The constant stream of Huns put tremendous pressure on the Qin army. The Qin army, which originally had more than 200 people, dropped sharply to 100 after the fight.

A dozen young and middle-aged people were also lost.

With the help of the pine tree, Han Xin hacked a Hun to death with a knife, then leaned on the pine tree, panting.

Fighting for more than half an hour is a huge test for mental and physical strength.

This is not a duel with others when he was a ranger, this is a war, if you don't pay attention, you will die in hell.

The highly tense nerves made him exhausted.

He could only pray that the reinforcements would come soon, they might not be able to hold on anymore.

Han Xin looked at their ever-shrinking defensive circle. They were about to retreat from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. Due to the damage to the fence, thousands of Huns would soon come up.

By then they will have no power to fight back.

"General!"

Suddenly, a shrill roar gave Han Xin a bad premonition, and he turned his head to look.

Immediately, his eyes were tearing apart, and his whole body trembled.

Not far away, Laofu was surrounded by four or five Xiongnu, his body was full of scars, and the armor he was wearing did not know where he fell.

Taking advantage of the weakness of the husband, a Hun stabbed the husband in the chest with a knife, and blood gushed out along the blade of the knife desperately.

"Great Qin Wannian! Your Majesty Wannian!" Lao Fu bared his teeth, his teeth were stained red with blood, like a madman, and killed the Huns opposite him with a single blow.

But this is already the limit.

Several Huns took the opportunity to put their weapons on the husband of the husband. The husband staggered and almost fell to the ground, but with the last of his strength, he stuck the long sword on the ground and stabilized his body.

Husband grinned at the Huns whose teeth were stained red with blood, "You guys... are really... weak."

Several Huns were furious and chopped off with weapons.

"General." With tears in his eyes, Han Xin rushed over desperately, but it was too late.

Vaguely, Han Xin saw her husband turn his head and his lips quivered slightly, and said something to him.

"Glory is my life!"

Chapter 59 Let me kill him!

In Han Xin's impression, Lao Fu is a typical Qin person, possessing everything in the character of a Qin person.

Old-fashioned, rigorous, diligent.

He dedicated his own strength to Daqin without complaint or regret.

For the subordinate sergeants, although the training is strict, but when they are resting, they can mingle with them.

The soldiers under his command also obeyed this big brother, loving him like a brother.

But it was such a person who was besieged and killed by a group of bastards.

Han Xin's mind went blank for a moment, his whole body was full of hostility, holding a long sword, and ran madly towards Laofu.

He almost lost his mind, and there was only one thought in his mind.

That is, kill these beasts.

Han Xin took three steps and two steps, jumped up suddenly, and stuck a sword in the neck of a Hun. Before the Huns could react, he drew out his long sword.

Fountain-like blood sprayed out, Han Xin only felt a heat on his face, but his movements did not stop.

With a twist of the wrist, the bronze sword stabbed out instantly, and with lightning speed, while the Xiongnu was still in a daze, another Hun was dealt with.

But this was already Han Xin's limit, and the other three Huns had already reacted at this time, angrily killing Han Xin.

These Xiongnu wished to kill this Qin man.

The angry roar tore the vocal cords, and instantly became hoarse.

The short and sturdy Huns, who did not know where the power came from, slashed at Han Xin frantically, three against one, and Han Xin fell into a disadvantage for a while.

Even though Han Xin had some kung fu in his hands, he couldn't withstand the attacks of the three Huns, so he could only support it hard.

He has no other thoughts now, but wants to kill these beasts.

The potential of a person explodes instantly, and a force bursts out of the body.

"Go to hell, you beast."

Han Xin roared angrily, swung the Huns' scimitar away with all his strength, bent down suddenly, and with the soles of his feet exerted force, he jumped out like a leopard.

Blossoming blood flowers floated by.

A Hun held his waist in disbelief, and the bright red blood flowed out desperately, dyeing the whole clothes blood red.

The slap-sized wound was at least five or six centimeters deep, and it almost cut the Xiongnu in half.

It can be seen how much strength Han Xin used for this blow.

The Xiongnu's angry eyes were full of nostalgia for life, but they couldn't stop it. The passing of life finally fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, the other two Xiongnu were shocked and angry. They were surprised that this Qin man had such power, and they were angry that three of the five of them were killed by this Qin man.

This is a shame to them. In their perception, Qin people are two-legged sheep, and they can be killed by them. They are soft and have no strength at all.

Today is an eye-opener for them.

The enemy was right in front of them, and before they had time to think about it, they rushed out.

Today is not life and death, this is war, not playing games.

Han Xin's eyes were cold and heartless, and he raised his long sword to kill, and the three of them fought into a group again.

The four weeks of fighting are coming to an end.

As the continuous stream of Huns rushed up, the defense of the Qin army was useless, and the Qin army could only use the pine trees as a cover to fight.

However, the number of people is too small, so they can only be pressed by the Huns.

Up to now, there are only fifty or sixty Qin troops left fighting hard.

Those young and middle-aged men who have been conscripted have retreated to the top of the mountain, and they still have to protect the people there.

There are more than a dozen Qin soldiers left on the top of the mountain, and they can withstand a wave.