Maybe he is young and energetic. A general who is not well-informed in the world will have so many concerns. Whenever he thinks of this, Li Hua often uses such reasons to convince himself.

He turned around and was about to go down the mountain, but saw a man wearing armor walking down the mountain. Li Hua looked carefully and found that it was Zhao Anji.

Seeing that Zhao Anji came in such a hurry, Li Hua knew that he must have something important to do.

He is responsible for the altar. Since he has come, he must have achieved something.

The man in front of him, Zhao Anji, who had already had dark skin, had a dark face with purple due to his fatigue for several days.

"Is the general here?"

Li Hua smiled bitterly, pointed to the pine tree on the mountain, and pursed his lips and said, "It's there! I'm angry about the progress of the altar that is too slow!"

"This... Actually, the last general came to report to the general that the altar had been repaired and could be used."

When Li Hua heard this, a hung heart fell to the ground and hurriedly came to see Huo Qubing with Zhao Anji.

...

At noon, Huo Qubing received a battle report, which was sent by Wei Qing. The content was that the Han army on the West had retreated and asked Huo Qubing to stop when he was cured and not go deep alone.

Holding the battle report in his hand, Huo Qubing remained silent for a long time, feeling a lot of confusion, and said to himself: "Why retreat so hasty? Why didn't you take advantage of the situation and drive the Huns out of the Mobei region? Isn't this a good time?"

However, it is not realistic to drive the Huns out of Mobei, because the Han Dynasty was too short to control it.

Huo Qubing took it for granted...

Two days later, in the event of Huo Qubing, the Han army held a grand Fengshan ceremony on Langjuxu Mountain, which was extremely spectacular.

This is a historical mark, and everyone present is a witness to this military legend.

Fenglangjuxu,

The glory of military generals...

On that day, the moon was like a jade plate, illuminating the vast grassland, illuminating the steep wolf’s mountain, and illuminating the cold and quiet desert.

On the rooftop, the fire is shining brilliantly.

There is no such thing as following the customs. When it comes, it is according to the etiquette of the Han Dynasty. All the sacrificial products are made of all cows, pigs, and sheep as "sacrifices".

On the altar that the Han army built for more than half a month, this altar... gathered a square of torches.

There is a passage between the two, with Hun prisoners of war on one side and Han soldiers on the other side.

In the vast night, the millions of torches echoed the millions of stars in the sky, and they were wonderfully connected, and they had long lost their boundaries and merged into one.

It was about the moment of You, and it was just right. At this time, Huo Qubing came on the stage. He accompanied Li Hua, Zhao Ponu, Zhao Anji, Weishan, Fu Lu Zhi and Yi Zhixuan, and Li Gan led his subordinates to be responsible for the guarding work.

The fire could not be driven away. The night wind was blowing, and the sound of the wind blew everywhere, causing the light to sway. However, Huo Qubing's face showed a solemn copper red under the fire. His burly body stood up like a mountain, which seemed to add a new mountain to Langjuxu Mountain.

At about the second hour of You, a group of people stood in front of the altar, and Li Hua, who served as the chief priest, announced that the sacrifice had officially begun.

There are also musical instruments in the army, but not many, so when the drums and lego were played, the music was naturally mixed with the melody of Hu music. This immediately made the prisoners in the audience's hearts pass through their thoughts for their hometown.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hua announced the worship of the five colors of the country, the god of wood, fire, earth, metal and water, and Huo Qubing was not vague. As the commander-in-chief, he led the generals and the people below to solemnly perform the three kowtows and nine bows, and immediately, a fully armed soldier appeared in front of the altar with "sacrifice".

Zhao Ponu was not too eager to read a tribute and went straight to heaven.

At this time, the drums and music on the stage sounded again, and the sounds, with the night wind on the grassland, reached a more distant corner.

When the desolate Xiongnu music came from the night, the Xiongnu prisoners of war, including the Tuntou King and the Han King, were immediately filled with tears.

It is both the pain of losing the land and the bitterness of homesickness, and the endless racial blood ties.

At this time, Li Hua's loud shout came from the altar: "Facing the east, worship the sacred moon god!"

At this moment, the prisoners of war looked up and saw that Huo Qubing and the generals actually bowed devoutly under the moonlight according to the etiquette of the Huns.

Following the rhythm of worship, Li Hua sang loudly: "The sacred sun god, the moon god, bless the Han and the Huns people together to suck the great Han civilization, and be as close as brothers for generations!"

These words were not expected by the prisoners of war. At this moment, their thoughts were chaotic, and even the reasons for Huo Qubing's victory seemed to understand a little.

So in the light of the torch, the King of Tuntou and King Han exchanged glances secretly. They both found that their gazes were changing quietly - less hatred and more convincing.

What they saw was that they felt the mind of the Han Emperor thousands of miles away from Huo Qubing.

Huo Qubing's voice was like a bell echoing among the peaks of Langjuxu Mountain, on the vast grasslands of the northern desert, and in the hearts of every Han army soldier and Hun prisoners of war.

"I will announce that from today on the Mobei will no longer be a wild land, and whether it is the Han people or the Huns, they are all my Han subjects, and they will all be filled with holy virtue."

Immediately, a majestic and majestic voice burst out from the Han army's square formation: "The Han Dynasty is mighty and powerful!"

"Your Majesty's wise!"

The Hun prisoners of war were trembling and stammering, as if they were catering to the wave, and seemed to be silently chanting Yi Zhixie's name...

They were confused and it was difficult to describe their state of mind in accurate words...

Huo Qubing's pace of marching into the Beihai did not shake Wei Qing's withdrawal of the army back to the south of the desert as planned.

This is a depressed withdrawal!

During the day of returning, Wei Qing was still asking about where Li Guang and Zhao Shiqi were going, but the news was all at a loss.

Wei Qing thought to himself: Could it be that they were wiped out by the Huns' brigade? If so, there should be soldiers who fled back, right?

Could it be that they were all buried in the dunes because of the sandstorm that night? How could this be possible?

Needless to say, Zhao Shiqi has been dealing with the Huns almost all his life inside and outside the Great Wall. He shouldn't have made such a mistake! He thought of all the reasons that could be thought of.

He conceived the reasons again and again,

Negate again and again.

He also asked Li Ye to send multiple teams to find it, but almost none of the news he brought back was happy.

After marching all the way, Gongsun Ao's front army came to report that Wuyuan County was ahead, and the prefect of Wuyuan was waiting for the general to return triumphantly.
Chapter completed!