Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

At the beginning of the new year, spring has come belatedly, and the cold winter in northern Xinjiang has not yet left.

Yu Wenzhang spent every day in tangle. Seeing that the weather was getting warmer and the timing was becoming more and more favorable to them, he did not believe that the Huns did not know this situation.

He didn't understand why the Huns, who had already kidnapped His Majesty, could resist attacking the city. What on earth were they waiting for...

Of course, he soon knew what the Huns were waiting for.

The spy Wang Yi came to him in a panic and reported that the Huns suddenly had many powerful repeating crossbows and swords.

They armed the cavalry from top to bottom, which greatly improved the cavalry's deterrent effect.

Yu Wenzhang's face was ashen, he should have thought of it earlier! How come the Huns who live deep in the grasslands have shields! He kept paying attention to the direction of the Huns, but in the end he forgot to eliminate the threat behind him.

"What on earth do Wu Yan and the others eat!!!" Yu Wenwen said angrily.

Needless to say, the suddenly extra armaments in the Xiongnu army must have been transported from the land of the Western Wei Dynasty.

At this time, Wu Yan was also feeling bitter. He was originally here to investigate the flow of those weapons, and finally got a clue. He and Lord Yuwen asked He Wei to come over, intending to follow the clues and destroy those weapons.

There is no need to check who is the owner behind these weapons. Li Hu must be one of them.

But they were still late. Wu Yan looked at the bamboo slips in his hand and frowned.

The information he pried out from the mouths of the captured people told him that a batch of weapons had already flowed out.

Where the weapons flowed, Wu Yan could tell with his toes that it was the northern Xinjiang battlefield.

"It was too late. We didn't have time to destroy all the weapons..."

Wu Yan smacked his lips, looked at He Wei with a distorted expression, pulled his sleeves and said with a grimace: "Do you think... Mr. Yuwen will be thinking about how to kill the two of us now... "

He Wei mercilessly slapped away his hand that was tugging on his sleeve, and said expressionlessly: "Master Yuwen is only thinking about how to kill you. What does it have to do with me?"

Wu Yan said in disbelief: "You can't just die without saving me!"

He Wei thought of escorting His Majesty to the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, and remembered the way His Majesty looked at him from time to time, and he shuddered involuntarily.

He Wei thought: I still owe a lawsuit with His Majesty, how can I have time to care about your life and death?

Wu Yan looked at He Weidao with tears in his eyes: "Then what should we do now?"

He Wei said seriously: "Even if we have great abilities, there is nothing we can do about the weapons that have been leaked.

The most important thing now is not to let the Huns receive new weapon support. After collecting these, interrogate those people to see if there is anything missing. "

At this time, He Wei suddenly grew taller in Wu Yan's heart. He said with some emotion: "He Wei, why are you always so reliable?"

He Wei was so flattered by his flattery that he was about to humble himself when he heard Wu Yan tugging on his sleeve and saying with tears in his eyes: "If Mr. Yuwen holds me responsible for my failure in doing things this time, you must You need to help me share the load..."

He Wei: "..."

He was crazy to listen to what Wu Yan said, and there was no way to drag him into trouble.

He Wei coldly slapped Wu Yan's hand away again and said to him in a straight voice: "Get out."

On the northern battlefield, after the Huns equipped their newly arrived weapons, they finally started their siege plan.

This time was completely different from before. The Huns' cavalry stood neatly in a square formation, and the number of black horses could not be seen at a glance.

The Hun cavalry no longer looked as shabby as before. Black armor made of black iron was put on the cavalry, arming them from top to bottom.

Looking over, his eyes were full of solemnity.

Black clouds are threatening to destroy the city.

Yu Wenwen stood on the city wall with an expressionless face, looking coldly at the Huns' cavalry formation. He was armed from head to toe with Mingguang armor. Behind him was a row of crossbows as far as the eye could see.

The arrows of the crossbow were ready to go, and the ten long arrows of the crossbow were all glowing with a cold light.

Behind the Liannu, heavy crossbows were also ready to go. The half-man-high heavy crossbows were loaded with crossbow arrows that were about the same thickness as a spear.

Each heavy crossbow requires three strong adult men to pull it open. The impact is so strong that it can directly pin the horses to the ground. At this moment, it is also pointing coldly at the Huns' cavalry general.

The mixed formation of 400,000 Northern Patrol Battalion garrison troops and slave troops held spears, and the spear tips were also pointed at the Huns coldly.

Jiaguang opened to the sun Jinlin.

Everyone was in a posture, with solemn expressions, and the war was about to break out.

Unal first grinned at Yu Wenwen, then waved his hand, and immediately a row of unkempt Han people were pushed out. They were tied behind their backs and pushed to the front of the general's battle formation. The cold winter had not yet passed, and they only wore single clothes on their upper bodies. The feet are bare, and the lower body of both men and women is naked.

The soldiers who were close could even see the mess under those people. It was obvious that all of them had experienced unspeakable cruel treatment.

Each of those people looked sluggish, as if their souls had been pulled away. Their eyes were full of indifference, as if they didn't even have the consciousness to survive.

"Beasts!!!" Everyone's eyes turned red. They looked at the Huns with gritted teeth, and they couldn't help but curse.

The harder they scolded, the happier Unal laughed. He laughed and waved his hand, and a spear immediately came out from the chest of those people.

Blood shot out like a long arrow from a string, instantly dyeing the white snow three meters in front of them red.

Those people didn't even struggle, as if they couldn't wait. The moment the Huns behind them withdrew their spears, they all fell softly on the snow and left the world quietly.

When the northern patrol camp was broken, they became prisoners of the Huns.

Living on the border of northern Xinjiang all year round, they have heard stories from childhood about how cruel and callous the Huns were.

They thought the sky was falling and when they were imprisoned in the sheepfold, each of them was uneasy and fearful that death would suddenly come at any moment.

They are always looking forward to someone coming to rescue them from the fire pit. They believe that Western Wei will come to rescue them.

But as time went by, such expectations gradually disappeared, and they were physically and mentally traumatized by the daily abuses of the Huns.

Only then did they understand that perhaps dying when the patrol camp was breached was their greatest luck, because the most terrifying thing was not death, but the fact that they could not survive but could not die...

During this period, each of them suffered cruel treatment that they would never want to recall in this life. Even if they were rescued, they would no longer have the courage to live in the world.

So when the Huns thrust their spears at them, no one struggled. Silence was the last memory they left to the world...