Looking at the Fei Xiong Army rushing towards them like evil wolves from behind, Luo Huluo understood deeply what the real elites were. His excited heart suddenly cooled down. He didn't know what to do now.

Facing such an army with top-notch equipment, not to mention the 10,000 exhausted troops, there is no chance of winning even if there are 10,000 new troops, not 20,000. This is not only a gap in combat effectiveness, but also a psychological impact on the Huns' attitude toward the Bingzhou Army.

The fear is that as long as the opponent charges for one round, these soldiers of his own will be defeated.

"Ambush, ambush... yes, it's the Flying Bear Army... What, what should I do?"

Jin Yan was so frightened that he could hardly speak.

"Looking back, there are only two thousand people in the Flying Bear Army. If you break out of the encirclement, you can escape at least half of them."

Luo Huluo reacted and hurriedly asked someone to blow the trumpet. However, the moment he saw the ambush, the soldiers on the periphery of the military formation had already begun to flee. No matter how anxious the horn was blown, except for the military formation around the general, no one else paid attention at all.

he.

The Flying Bear Army sped up and rushed into the enemy group, bringing with it scores of heads. The two thousand men were divided into three teams on the left, center and right. They dispersed to the left and right to pursue and kill, and inserted directly into the Luohuluo Army formation in the middle.

The war horses trampled them, blood splashed everywhere, heads rose into the sky, and screams echoed throughout the mountains.

There was no suspense about the outcome of this ambush. Ma Chao, who was originally prepared to kill everyone, didn't even bother to take action. He just stood on the hillside with Lu Bu, watching the Huns below like rabbits being chased everywhere by the evil wolves behind them.

Running around.

Some fled into the mountains and forests, some gathered together and tried to break through the siege at the rear, and a large number of them dismounted and asked to surrender, including Captain You, who had no hope of escaping. The Flying Bear Army had already received Lu Bu's order, and ordinary soldiers asked for help.

He could surrender, but the officers would not accept it. Hua Xiong pretended to be red-eyed, and without even looking at Luo Huluo who was kneeling to plead, his war horse rushed over and knocked him away.

The hunt lasted from morning to night. In the end, more than 5,000 heads were collected from all sides, more than 3,000 people were captured, and more than 1,000 people fled into the surrounding mountains and forests without being traced.

Lu Bu left Hua Xiong to collect prisoners in Mayi, and he led a thousand flying bear troops north to Jiling.

Jiling was also engaged in a bloody battle at this time.

It is said that the Huns gathered in Jiling these days. In order to avoid Zhang Liao's suspicion, they would send out troops and horses to fight every day. However, they did not dare to confront the Bingzhou army head-on. They only fired a few rounds of arrows and then detoured.

We walked, walked around for two or three times and then returned to camp. Zhang Liao was waiting for Mayi's ambush, but he didn't have any experience with them, so he played a cat-and-mouse game with them for a few days.

It was not until today that he received the news that the 10,000 turtles had entered the urn that he officially launched an attack on the camp.

It was not difficult for Zhang Liao to defeat 40,000 to 50,000 men with 10,000 men. The cavalry provided cover and the infantry broke into the camp. In less than an hour, the Xiongnu's temporary camp was unable to withstand it.

The Huns had previously thought that Zhang Liao's lack of action in the past few days was because they had nothing to do with them, but now they realized that he was just teasing them, and all the tribal leaders turned pale with fright.

"It's over, it's all over. According to the plan, today is the time when Luo Huluo and the others enter Mayi. Zhang Liao won't break it sooner or later, but if he breaks it today, there will definitely be bad luck there."

"We were all fooled. He deliberately transferred the Yanmen garrison and set up a trap for us to escape."

"What to do now? Fight to the death or run for your life?"

"Of course, run away quickly!"

"Where to escape? Where is Cheng Lian's team now? Will they be blocked by him?"

"No, I don't know!"

"Why don't you surrender? If you, the chief culprits, give your lives to Hufrault, we will be forgiven."

"Fart! Why don't you fucking pay for your life? We all rebelled together, so why should we pay for it?"

"You are the leader of the Xiutu Tribe. If I don't compensate you, who will you compensate?"

"Yes, yes, if we kill a few of you Xiitu tribe, we will have a way to survive. I want to surrender, I want to follow His Highness Prince Tang, and I want to eat rice..."

"I don't want to run away anymore. More than a thousand people in my tribe died this year. There is not enough food. I can only cruelly abandon the old people and children of the tribe..."

"If we all die together, don't even think about trading a few of us for your lives!"

"Kill them...kill them..."

"Come on! Whoever is afraid of you will die anyway."

…

The soldiers in front of the big camp were fighting fiercely, and the leaders in the big tent also drew their swords against each other. A fight was about to begin. At this time, the curtain of the big tent was opened, and an old man with a gray beard walked in.

"Stop! Stop it all!"

The old man was the old patriarch who acted as the Huns' government official after the death of the pseudo-Chanyu Guduhou. He had no power, but his prestige was enough to stop the leaders who were preparing to kill each other.

Everyone stopped and looked at the old patriarch. Tong Lingyan, the leader of the Xiutu tribe, walked over first and looked at him hopefully, "Old patriarch, you have lived for seventy years, and the roads you have traveled are longer than the bridges we have crossed.

There are more, you must have a solution, right? Please save us, save our Huns."

The old patriarch glanced at Tong Lingyan with some pity, walked to the top of the big tent, glanced around below with his turbid eyes, and slowly said, "Do you still remember the original intention of the rebellion? What was it for? For Shan Yuzhi

Bit?"

"No, it's to survive!" the leader of a small tribe replied firmly.

The old patriarch's wrinkled mouth raised a sarcastic smile, "I still remember it! I thought I had forgotten it all, I was only thinking about that position."

Several big tribal leaders lowered their heads in shame.

"Let me ask you again, do you live for yourself or for your family and tribe?"

Everyone was silent for a moment. When the Han Dynasty sent troops to quell the rebellion of the southern Xiongnu, they did not say no, and they were not afraid of death. However, they were afraid that the young and strong members of the clan would die in the Han Dynasty, and the women, children, old and weak would have no way to survive, and the court would not provide them with food.

Without money, they had no choice but to rebel. They just wanted to give their tribe a way to survive.

However, King Xiutu led tens of thousands of young Xiongnu to rob Bingzhou, but they encountered the evil god Lu Bu. Not only did they not get anything back, but they also lost tens of thousands of soldiers to go in. From then on, they were on the way to survive.

The further we go, the harder it gets.

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Give up and give up.

"If you are living for yourself, you will fight here today to see how many people can survive in the end. If you are living for your family or tribe, you must satisfy Yu Fulo, even General Zhang, and the King of Tang.

Just now, the scouts from Mayi came to report that almost all of the ten thousand elite troops were wiped out. Think carefully about whether you want to destroy your entire family or kill a few of you."

Although they had already guessed that there was danger in Mayi, everyone was still shocked when they heard it with their own ears.

After a long silence, Tong Lingyan was the first to speak, "If a few of us die, won't Humphrey take revenge on Xiu and massacre the tribes? Will he be able to give our family members a way to survive?"

The old clan leader said, "This matter is not up to Fuluo. As long as King Tang can make a promise, your people will not only have a way to survive, but they can also live better than now."

As soon as the old patriarch finished speaking, the leaders of several tribes suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to several people from Xiutu's tribe, "Please, if you die, everyone can live. We will be grateful to you forever, and all the Huns will be

Thank you."

Except for a few members of the Xiutu tribe, everyone in the tent knelt down, even the old clan leader, "Since King Xiutu was killed that year, the Huns have come to an end. You have been struggling to death in the past few years, but what results have you achieved?

Whether this race can continue to survive in the future depends entirely on a few of you. Do you think it’s worth exchanging a few lives for hundreds of thousands of our race’s lives?”

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Tong Lingyan and the others were filled with bitterness, but could not say a single word "no".

The old patriarch is right. The Xiongnu have reached their end. Where can they flee to? The bitter cold land of Mobei? Or the Gobi Desert of the Western Regions?

Struggle to the death? It’s just that the more you struggle, the more people will die. There is really no other way out except surrendering to the Tang Dynasty.
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