Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 200 Night Attack
"Dead, Lord Juqushi is dead."

Just as nearly [-] old, weak, sick and disabled Xiongnu rushed to the Yanmen Pass, a chilling news came from behind them.

The great eagle shooter, the nobleman of the Juqu clan—Master Juqushi died, and he died under the arrows of the Zhou people when he shot one-on-one.

This news drove the old, weak, sick and disabled who were already confused in their thinking completely crazy.

As a rare eagle shooter among the tens of thousands of Huns, Juqushi was already noble, not to mention that he still had the noble blood of the Juqu clan.

His death must be responsible for his death. As slaves and herdsmen who indirectly obeyed orders from Juqushi, according to the rules of the Huns, after this war, all of them had to suffer the punishment of skinning and then buried with Juqushi.

As a person with wisdom and thinking ability, these slaves and herdsmen are extremely short-sighted even if their IQ is not high, but they still know the most basic demand of living.

This time as cannon fodder, even though it was a narrow escape, there was still a chance of survival, but now, that survival was gone.

In desperation, many slaves and herdsmen who were close to Yanmen Pass stopped climbing the ladders, and directly hit their heads against the wall to pray for a quick death.

Among the slaves and herdsmen who have never hit the wall, except for a few truly brave people, the rest have lost the courage to survive, and began to climb towards the Yanmen Pass like an errand, swinging knives, and praying for speed. die.

Everyone on the city wall was stunned by such a change.

Where did the murderous Hun wielding a bronze dagger just now go there?Isn't this group of Huns the same group as the Huns just now?

With incredulous eyes, Yanmen closed and everyone's pressure suddenly dropped.

The sons of good families who had just suffered severe attrition gradually began to adapt to the battlefield under the low-intensity war, and the frequency of attrition dropped sharply.

At this moment, Yi Zhixie also received the news of Juqushi's death in the Huns camp that was far away from Yanmen Pass.

When I got the news, Yi Zhixie's first thought was that the damn slave dared to curse Juqushi, the eagle shooter, he deserved to be killed.

After confirming that Juqushi really died like this, he suddenly became furious. Juqushi was the eagle shooter he finally managed to win over. Putting aside this identity, he still has the blood of Juqu's family. One of the important ways for him to hook up with the Juqu clan.

He actually died!Died in an insignificant temptation!

Those marksmen who followed Juqushi deserved to die, those slaves and herdsmen who were like cannon fodder deserved to die, and the Zhou people in that Yanmen Pass deserved to die!
While gnashing her teeth, Yi Zhixie still maintained a bit of reason, knowing how damaging the prestige of changing the order from day to day, Yi Zhixie did not hastily withdraw the cannon fodder who were attacking.

Even if he wished in his heart to peel all these cannon fodder now, immediately, immediately.

From this aspect, Yi Zhixie is a qualified coach, cold-blooded, cruel, and knows what he wants.

"Come here, give me an order to get all the wolf soldiers to block the wide entrance of Yanmen Pass for me.

Guangkouli today only allows people to enter and not to leave. Anyone who dares to violate it will be killed on the spot.

Someone needs to be responsible for the death of the nobleman of the Juqu Clan, the eagle shooter Juqushi. Those low-life cannon fodders have been fed for so many years, and it's time to push them out to block the knife. "

After receiving Yi Zhixie's order, the most elite troops outside the Yanmen Pass, the Xiongnu wolf soldiers, immediately rode their war wolves to the wide entrance outside the Yanmen Pass.

The arrival of the wolf soldiers not only did not boost the morale of the old, weak, sick and disabled, but turned some of their remaining hopes into despair.

The breath of death began to hang over the heads of all the old, weak, sick and disabled in the wide mouth.

For the next half a day, the war did not stop. Although the old, weak, sick and disabled who were clearly abandoned in Guangkou had lost their fighting spirit, they still brought a lot of casualties to the Yanmen Pass defenders who were defending the city peacefully.

Of the thorns assigned to the knife and axe, only three of them survived until dark without Wang Yu deliberately targeting them.

The sons of good families who were most valued by Wang Yu and Feng He died by three digits, but the sons of good families who survived have transformed into new veterans after undergoing today's baptism.

After today, those veterans of Xiliu Camp can rest assured to hand over their backs to these good families.

Except for the baptism of lack of time, these good families can be regarded as veterans of Xiliuying.

The Xiliu Camp, which had more than 100 old soldiers who could no longer stand up, more than doubled its number after absorbing the fresh blood.

Feng He, who was old in battle, had already figured out how to break up these high-quality soldiers and integrate them into the Xiliu camp after the Huns retreated at nightfall.

The members of the vigorous organization in the city who were forcibly captured by Wang Yu also participated in the defense of the city by taking part in the work of a certain unit in rotation when the fighting was not intense.

I dare not say that these people have been completely reborn after defending the city today, but they have indeed improved a little, and they are no longer rookies on the battlefield.

It's night, in the tower of Yanmen Pass.

When the huge tallow candle burned, although it smelled bad, it still illuminated the entire gatehouse.

The two people with the highest status in Yanmen Pass: Wang Yu and Feng He, came here for a meeting after the Huns retreated without even having dinner.

"Master Taishou, today we have nearly a thousand casualties, of which old soldiers accounted for one-tenth, civilian husbands and sons accounted for two-tenths, and those local ruffians accounted for the remaining seven-tenths.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of casualties of the Huns is probably ten times that of ours. Of course, there are some reasons why they always seek death by themselves, but the efforts of the soldiers under their command cannot be ignored.

I don't know if the extra reward you promised them will be...? "Feng He, who knows and loves soldiers, immediately took aim at the various rewards promised by Wang Yu for his soldiers after leaving the battlefield.

As the Yanmen school lieutenant of the Great Zhou court, Feng Hena didn't know that Wang Yu's price was really a good thing for those ordinary soldiers to change their doors.

Forget about the money and land, Feng He has no shortage, but those martial arts secret books, even if the Feng family has their own inheritance that can directly lead to the innate realm warriors, they are coveted.

Wang Yu didn't care about Feng He's cautious temptation: "Since the old man has already offered a price, he will never withhold the soldiers' hard-earned money, let the Military Law Department and the Military Merit Department start counting the achievements of all the soldiers today.

After everyone's merits today come out, let them go to the personal camp in front of my tent to report and pick up things according to their merits.

Remember one word, fair and just.If I find out that someone has tampered with soldiers' money for their lives, and ate their flesh and blood, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

Faced with Wang Yu's warning, Feng He patted his chest and vowed that there would never be any situation where he would eat the flesh of soldiers and drink his blood: "My lord, although we have a good record today, in fact, why did we turn into this situation? Can't figure it out.

How to deal with the Huns tomorrow, please be the first to show me tonight, so I can make preparations early. "

Out of habit, at the last moment of the meeting, Feng He respectfully asked Wang Yu for advice.

I thought I would hear: "I am a civil servant who is not proficient in military affairs, and everything will be left to you, Captain Feng." After hearing these two words from Wang Yu's mouth, Feng He suddenly felt stunned.

"Night raid."

(End of this chapter)