After being surrounded, many people were frightened. Their generals fought and retreated, and went out every day, leading some craftsmen and craftsmen to accompany the army. Before everyone was worried, they told them that there would be a counterattack today.

Is that roaring sound a miracle or man-made?

No one had time to think about this issue. They only knew to follow their general's pace and pounce hard on them, killing in and out between the Di Rong's army, which was at a loss due to the roar of gunpowder, and achieve great victories far exceeding the previous few times.

"General!!!"

Deafening.

What people want.

Heng Yu took away the sword and took the life of the general Di Rong. Wherever he passed, the powerful Di Rong soldier stared at her.

Warm blood dripped at the tip of the sword, Heng Yu moved forward step by step, and the other party retreated step by step.

The flag embroidered with the word "Di" was cut off directly by Heng Yu's sword. She shouted coldly: "Everyone, follow me to fight, follow me to make achievements, and follow me to make careers."

"Yes, General!"

Snippet and gradually unified howlings echoed around the battlefield, forming a chain reaction. Often, the howlings in one place just quieted down, and the other place sounded again, and finally they were completely connected, becoming the most impressive background sound in this overwhelming battle.

Later, Di Rong soldiers finally recovered their resistance formation amid the roars of the two deputy generals. Although they still couldn't save the decline, they at least temporarily stabilized the situation.

"Cross-Arrow." Heng Yudao.

Someone from the rear handed her a crossbow and a sharp arrow.

Hengyu puts a bow and shoots arrows.

A deputy general who was roaring on the horse's back was pierced by the tip of the arrow, and slowly fell to the ground as the arrow struck. His face was filled with disbelief before his death.

"General." Someone howled loudly in Di Rong's words.

Heng Yu had no time to take a closer look at the military achievements he had made, and he set his bow down to aim at another deputy general according to the position he had just remembered.

Just take a quick arrow and kill the enemy.

"Where is Ning Weijun?"

"Ning Weijun is here."

"Where is the Zuojun?"

"The Left Army is here."

"Kill." is simple and powerful.

"Kill!!!" rushed and bravely.

While Di Rong fought with Ning Wei and Left Army, the Central Army and Xianbei also fought with each other.

Xianbei wanted to watch the wall, but Song Xuan insisted on letting him make all plans ruin, and finally ended up in a hurry to dispatch troops.

The Xianbei army hurriedly set out for war, and the central army had long been ambushed in the place designated by Song Xuan, from the place where the first attack was to the position where he retreated after a sudden attack, to the position where the Xianbei was both shocked and angry, and finally the position where the Xianbei fled in a panic.

The central army carried out four ambushings in succession, and Song Xuan predicted all four times completely correct. The central army caught the invading Xianbei army off guard and ambushed them four times, destroying nearly 20,000 Xianbei soldiers and intercepting more than 5,000 fierce war horses.

In addition, the biggest result was that a surprise soldier sent by Song Xuan to capture the main general of the Xianbei army this time, the third son who the Xianbei Khan relied on most, and the next heir of the Xianbei Khan, Huhe Nian Yehu.

"Huhe Nian Yehu led 30,000 Xianbei troops to fight, but more than 20,000 people were killed by our Jin Dynasty army. Even Yehu himself was captured by us. News came out that there was no need to make any plans this time. Xuan did not believe that the Xianbei Khan could sit down and watch this matter." In the front line military tent, Song Xuan's voice was very light. His physical condition became worse and worse. His face was pale and transparent. Even if he tried to amplify the decibels, he was not high. However, all the people sitting in the military tent relaxed their breathing and listened carefully to his words, for fear of missing every word he said.

Although Huhe Nian Yehu had been designated as the next heir of the Xianbei, the Xianbei Khan was still healthy. The grassland territory he assigned to his sons was all very large. The sons' power gradually grew, and the mother tribe was also very powerful in the Xianbei and was eyeing the heirs. This time, the Xianbei dispatched troops and generals, not so much as the result of Song Xuan's overall planning, but rather he took advantage of the contradictions within the Xianbei to transform them one by one, and finally gave an opportunity for those ambitious people, and those people tacitly introduced Huhe Nian Yehu.

The four ambushes were the real ones, and they were completely written by Song Xuan alone.

Even those who pushed Huhe Nian Yehu out of the way did not expect the scene to be so difficult now.

In any case, Huhe Nian Yehu was still the next heir of the Xianbei. The heirs still had a loss under the protection of heavy troops, which was even more unacceptable to the Xianbei people than the killing of 20,000 soldiers.

"With the character of the Xianbei Khan, he will definitely lead his troops personally. The Xianbei soldiers are strong and stronger than Di Rong, but no matter how strong the Xianbei is, their elite soldiers are only 80,000 at most. They have been dealt with by more than 20,000 people on the other side. This time, the Xianbei Khan should not retain their strength too much. In addition to a few troops guarding the base camp, there should be 50,000 troops coming after that." Song Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

His face was pale, but the stars shining in his eyes, the strong confidence on his face, and the absolute ambition in his words all infected everyone present.

"Xuan wants the 50,000 Xianbei troops to flee in a panic, Xuan wants the Xianbei Khan to bury his bones on the front line, and Huhe Nian Yehu doesn't have to go back."

The Xianbei Khan buried his bones on the front line and the selected heirs were also dead. Then the descendants who had grown up in the Xianbei rear would definitely start to compete for power and internal friction.

If this war cannot completely resolve the Xianbei, then he will do his best to pave the way for future generations, hurt the Xianbei's vitality, and make them unable to make a comeback within decades.

"I'll ask you to use a plan." Hong Yuan bent down slightly and said in a deep voice.

With such respect, he expressed his admiration for Song Xuan.

The other party has a good plan, but he can defeat ten thousand soldiers. Such a talented person, even if he is white and weak, has he any reason to despise him and not respect him?

Song Xuan chuckled, picked up the medicine soup made with a hundred-year-old ginseng in front of him and drank it. After feeling that the lost strength on his body had recovered a little, Song Xuan spoke up one by one.

When it came to the rise, he stood up and walked to the marching map, and directly dotted and explained the specific position of the ambush more clearly.

It took nearly two hours to discuss tactics. Song Xuan only supported it with his perseverance and a century-old ginseng.

After the meeting, Song Xuan avoided Hong Yuan who was facing forward and hurried out of the tent. As soon as he lifted the tent, he covered his heart and vomited blood.

Song Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, walked back to the central tent, and said to Hong Yuan: "All Xuan's layouts have been informed. If there is any sudden accident, please let the general decide on his own. Xuan is unwell and is afraid he will not be able to participate in the subsequent supervision."

Hong Yuan opened his mouth, and finally suppressed the regret on his face and the sigh in his heart. For such a proud person, regret or sigh are all completely unnecessary emotions.

They only care about the same thing, that is, their strategies really play a role.

"Don't worry, my husband, let me leave it to me. Let's go back and rest first. After the Xianbei is resolved, the Yan Dynasty and the Xiongnu need the efforts of my husband."

Song Xuan leaned over and bowed, and Song Fang followed Song Xuan tightly and silently helped him leave the tent.

As soon as he returned to his tent, Song Xuan fell ill. Even though the Central Army fought with the Xianbei many times, he never showed up again. Only the imperial physicians who followed the army kept coming in and out to help regulate Song Xuan's body.

In the spring of the following year, when the peach tree had just sprouted, the Xianbei Khan and Dirong Khan were all killed. The 50,000 Xianbei troops fled in a panic. In the end, only more than 20,000 retreated to the rear of the Xianbei. The undercurrents surging between the several descendants of the Xianbei Khan, and the Xianbei situation was unclear and they were unable to get involved in the dispute. Dirong's army ambushed on Di Zhuoshan was almost wiped out, and in the end, only a few thousand remaining troops were unable to get involved in the dispute. Dirong was no longer able to get involved in the dispute.
Chapter completed!