Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Hu people's big tent.

"Liu Mao, the Xiongnu cavalry are good at fighting. Those two Han people who caused trouble in front of the formation should be killed by your Xiongnu troops."

"Murong Chui, you have been frightened to death, and now you want me to die? You don't really think that being promoted as a great chanyu can command me the Huns, do you? I want to go to you, I won't serve you anymore !”

Zhang Wu had been killing in front all night.

In just one encounter, Murong Chui even lost his command flag.

All the people and horses in the front will be killed or injured.

At this time, only those who are really sick would be willing to touch the brow of this murderous god.

Besides, there are so many families in the alliance, why should he let the Huns die?

"Liu Mao! You should be more polite to the Great Chanyu. But for the Great Chanyu, in terms of fighting skills, the cavalry of the Murong family of Xianbei are the most good at fighting. In the early years, they could compete with the Ran bandits, and it was no problem to destroy the two Han people. Either way. Come on, but you can't run away this time, the Xianbei royal family should not be like scurrying rats."

"Yes! Murong Chui, you are so weird that you think of good things. You order us all over and hide behind to pick up what's ready? Anyway, you can see for yourself. If you can break through, you are still the great chanyu of the wolf clan. If not, The worst we can do is surrender to Cao Cheng's son on our own. The Han people say that the Cao family is benevolent and follows no one, but I don't believe that the Wei army can still ask me to surrender."

After making a lot of noise, the leaders dispersed.

Only Murong Chui and Lan Jian remained in the empty camp.

The sudden appearance of the Han general completely disrupted the planned plan.

Murong Chui had long thought that if the war was hindered, the temporary alliance would fall apart in an instant.

It's just that he didn't expect that this time would come so quickly, and that he would lose so embarrassingly!

According to Murong Chui's plan, Wang Meng could not stop the 400,000 Hu people alliance at any cost.

After being born in Qingshi Mountain, if others disobey others, he only needs to be connected with Sima Jin, and he can naturally benefit from it.

But he didn't expect that the divine generals descending from the sky, one man and one horse, would block his progress.

In fact, how much damage did the Han people really cause to the Allies? It's really not necessarily true, but if you think about it too much, the Hu casualties were 10,000 or 20,000 in one night. For an army of 400,000, it was not enough to break the muscles and bones.

But the blow to morale was too fatal.

Lan Jian: "What should we do for now?"

"I also asked my uncle to lead the cavalry to kill the Han people and open the passage."

Lan Jian looked at Murong Chui in surprise.

"You have seen that man's bravery with your own eyes, but this is the case, and you still ask me to die?"

Murong Chui said expressionlessly: "The passage must be opened, and the most elite athletes in Xianbei can be chosen by my uncle."

Such heartless words came from the mouth of his nephew, who had taken care of him the most. Lan Jian's face was full of disappointment, and he said angrily: "Okay, okay! I'll go. Isn't it enough if I go? If I really die, what hope can I have?" The Great Chanyu collects the corpse for me!"

"Uncle, please don't worry."

As Lan Jian left the camp, Murong Chui breathed a sigh of relief.

When he first got the big position, there were too many variables.

Even within Xianbei, he cannot have full control. Still need the support of those big nobles.

It's not that he deliberately tried to trick Lan Jian, but it was because if he instigated others, maybe even the great chanyu would not be able to do it right in the next moment.

Now, in his own military formation, the general is being chased by an enemy general alone and loses all his flags. The blow to his prestige is almost fatal.

Murong Chui could only place all his hopes on Lan Jian.

It would be better if his uncle had repelled the Han people.

Otherwise, once Lan Jian died, he, the Great Chanyu, would cease to exist in name only. Except for the 20,000 direct descendants of Xianbei, he would no longer be able to send anyone around. At the same time, as the original culprit who set the mountain on fire, he was considered dead.

Even if he was not trapped to death by the Han people in Qingshi Valley, the King of Wei would not allow him to live, even if he surrendered.

But can Lan Jian really defeat the Han people?

Murong Chui didn't know.

Outside the camp, Lan Jian was making final mobilization in front of the army formation. Below him, about four thousand warriors from the Xianbei tribe gathered.

"You sons and daughters of Xianbei, you were once the eagles of the grassland! Soaring freely in the sky, you are arrogant!"

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"You ride the most powerful horses, enjoy the most beautiful women, are envied by all tribesmen, and are feared by all enemies."

Everyone's eyes widened in unison.

In the past, their generals would only speak so generously when facing the most difficult and dangerous battles.

And this time the danger

Lan Jian continued to shout loudly: "You are the pride of Xianbei and the sharpest steel sword. Now, the time has come for you to serve the tribe!"

Woo! ~Oh! ~

After a few sparse responses, groups of three or two below started discussing in low voices.

Lan Jian could clearly feel that the tribesmen were not very interested.

With such rhetoric, in the past, they would have been excited.

Now, their faces are more worried and fearful.

"Cheer up, you wolves! The enemy is just two weak Han people! Raise your swords, mount your horses, and chop them into pieces. Wipe their blood on your faces so that the Xiongnu and Qiang people can see clearly. , who is the bravest warrior!"

Still feeling down.

There was even a trace of solemn fear of death on everyone's face.

Lan Jian has been leading the army for a long time. When Murong Ke was still there, he was Dayan's heroic cavalry general.

He knew very well where the cavalry's solemnity came from.

In Chinese, it is said that "put yourself to death and live later".

But in that place of death, at least there is hope of life.

Not like now.

Anyone who faces such a killing machine that is beyond the scope of human cognition will only be left with despair and solemnity.

"out!!!"

"Master Jin Wu, just lend me the White Wolf Cavalry. It feels so good to see all the barbarians kneeling wherever you go. It's like chopping a watermelon!"

Xu Guan rested for a long time and regained some strength. Although he is not as brave as before, he still has no problem following Zhang Wu.

While he was talking, he chopped down seven or eight barbarians.

Zhang Wu didn't even raise his eyelids: "Are you embarrassed? At a small scale, you are pretending to be a tiger, and you are despised by others. At a big scale, you seize other people's trophies in front of the battle, which is taking advantage of the credit. If you were me The kid under his command has long been dragged out by the executioner and executed."

Xu Guan pursed his lips: "Why do you think this way as soon as you say it? Do I dare to take credit for you? Besides, you are my grandfather's top general, so you can be considered half of my elders. Right. Isn’t that the right thing for the younger generation to pretend to be the elders’ tiger power?”

"If you had used this intelligence in the art of war, you wouldn't be unable to understand what a sharp arrow formation is now."

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Xu Guan was speechless.

He has never seen such an elder who has never lost a verbal battle with a junior.

On my side, everyone adheres to the rites of descendants and grandsons, and others insist on pulling the pigtails to get on the line.

Nothing but speechlessness.