Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Looking at the Feixiong Army that pounced on him like vicious wolves, Luo Huluo deeply understood what a true elite was. His excited heart suddenly cooled down, and he didn't know what to do now?

Facing such an army with top-level equipment, let alone their own 10,000 tired soldiers, even if they had another 10,000 or 20,000 fresh troops, they would have no chance of winning. This was not only the gap in combat effectiveness, but also the psychological fear of the Huns towards the Bingzhou Army. As long as the other side charged for one round, these soldiers of their own would be defeated.

"Ambush... Ambush... It's the Flying Bear Army... W-What should we do?"

Jin Yan was so frightened that he could hardly speak clearly.

"Looking back, the Flying Bear Army only has 2,000 men. If they break through the blockade, at least half of them can escape."

Luo Huluo reacted quickly and ordered someone to blow the horn. However, the moment they saw the ambush, the soldiers outside the army had already begun to flee. No matter how urgently the horn was blown, except for the army around the commander, everyone else ignored him.

The Feixiong Army increased its speed, and the moment it rushed into the enemy group, it brought down a large number of heads. Two thousand people were divided into three teams on the left, middle and right, chasing and killing the enemies on the left and right, and directly attacking the Luohu Luo army formation in the middle.

The war horses trampled, blood splattered everywhere, heads flew up into the sky, and screams echoed in the mountains.

The result of this ambush was no surprise. Ma Chao, who was originally prepared to kill everyone, did not bother to take action. He just stood on the hillside with Lu Bu, watching the Huns below running around like rabbits, being chased by the wolves behind them.

Some fled into the mountains and forests, some gathered together to try to break through the blockade at the rear, and a large number dismounted and surrendered directly, including the right captain who had no hope of escape. The Feixiong Army had received orders from Lu Bu long ago that ordinary soldiers could surrender, but officers would not be accepted. Hua Xiong pretended to be bloodthirsty and did not even look at Luo Huluo who was kneeling on the ground to beg. He rushed forward on his horse and knocked him out.

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 and disappeared.

Lü Bu left Hua Xiong in Mayi to recruit prisoners, while he led a thousand Flying Bear troops north to Jiling.

A bloody battle was also taking place in Jiling at this time.

It is said that the Huns gathered in Jiling these days. In order to prevent Zhang Liao from getting suspicious, they would send out a group of troops to fight every day. However, they did not dare to confront the Bingzhou army head-on. They would just shoot a few rounds of arrows and then take a detour, making two or three circles before returning to the camp. Zhang Liao was waiting for an ambush in Mayi, so he did not bother with them and played cat and mouse with them for a few days.

It was not until today when he received the news that the 10,000 turtles had been trapped in the jar that he officially launched an attack on the camp.

It was no difficulty for Zhang Liao to fight 40,000 to 50,000 people with 10,000 men. With the cavalry providing cover and the infantry breaking into the camp, in less than an hour, the Huns' makeshift camp could no longer hold on.

The Huns had previously thought that Zhang Liao had not made any major moves in recent days because he had no way to deal with them. Now they realized that he was just teasing them, and all the tribal leaders were frightened and turned pale.

"It's over, it's all over. According to the plan, today is the day Luo Huluo and his men will enter Mayi. Zhang Liao didn't defeat them earlier or later, but he came today. They must be in great danger."

"We were all fooled. He deliberately mobilized the troops stationed at Yanmen and set a trap for us."

"What should we do now? Fight to the death or run for our lives?"

"Of course, run away!"

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

"No, I don't know!"

"Why not surrender? If you, the culprits, pay your lives to Yu Fuluo, we will be forgiven."

"Bullshit! Why the hell don't you pay with your life? We all rebelled together, why should you pay us?"

"You are the leaders of the Xiu Tu tribe. Who should I compensate if not you?"

"Yes, yes, if we kill you guys from the Xiutu tribe, we'll have a chance to survive. I want to surrender, I want to follow His Majesty the King of Tang, I want to eat rice..."

"I don't want to run away anymore. Over a thousand people in my tribe have died this year. We don't have enough food, so I can only cruelly abandon the elderly and children in the tribe..."

"If we're going to die, we'll die together. If you want to use us to save your lives, forget it!"

“Kill them… Kill them…”

"Come on! Who's afraid of who? We're all going to die anyway."

……

The soldiers in front of the camp were fighting fiercely, and the leaders in the tent also drew their swords and faced each other. A fight was about to begin, when the curtain of the tent was lifted and an old man with a white beard walked in.

"Stop! Stop it all!"

The old man was the old patriarch who acted as the governor of the Xiongnu government after the death of the pseudo-Khanyu Guduhou. Although he had no power, his prestige was enough to stop these leaders who were ready to kill each other.

Everyone stopped and looked at the old patriarch. The one with the bronze-bell eyes from the Xiutu tribe walked over first, looking at him hopefully. "Old patriarch, you're seventy years old. You've walked more roads than we've crossed bridges. You must have a solution, right? Please save us, save our Xiongnu."

The old patriarch looked at Tonglingyan with some pity, then walked to the top of the tent. His cloudy eyes swept around the area below, and he spoke slowly, "Do you still remember the original reason for your rebellion? What was it for? For the position of Chanyu?"

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

The old patriarch's wrinkled mouth curled up into a mocking smile, "You still remember! I thought you had forgotten everything and only cared about that position."

Several large tribal leaders lowered their heads in shame.

"Let me ask you again, are you living for yourself, or for your family and tribe?"

Everyone was silent for a moment. When the Han Dynasty recruited soldiers from the Southern Xiongnu to quell the rebellion, they did not refuse to go, nor were they afraid of death. However, they were afraid that the young and strong men in the tribe would die in the battle of the Han Dynasty, and the women, children, and the elderly would have no way to survive. The court neither gave them food nor money, so they had no choice but to rebel. They just wanted to fight for a way to survive for their tribe.

However, when King Xuetu led tens of thousands of young and strong Huns to plunder Bingzhou, they encountered the evil Lu Bu. Not only did they fail to get anything back, but they also lost tens of thousands of soldiers. From then on, their struggle to survive became increasingly difficult.

They also thought about asking Yu Furo for forgiveness, but everyone had seen what happened to Jijier, and Yu Furo would not let it go unless he paid with several lives.

"If it's for your own survival, fight it out here today and see how many of you survive. If it's for your family and tribe's survival, you must satisfy Yu Fuluo, and even General Zhang and King Tang. Scouts from Mayi just reported that the 10,000 elite troops were almost wiped out. Think carefully about it: do you prefer the annihilation of your entire clan or the death of just a few of your own?"

Although they had guessed that the situation in Mayi was very dangerous, they were still shocked when they heard it with their own ears.

After a long silence, Tonglingyan spoke first, "If we die, will Yufuluo not retaliate against the Xiutu tribe? Will he give our families and clansmen a chance to live?"

The old patriarch said, "Yu Fuluo has no say in this matter. As long as the King of Tang can make a promise, your people will not only have a way to survive, but they will also be able to live better than they do now."

As soon as the old patriarch finished speaking, several tribal leaders suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the Xiutu tribe members. "Please, if you die, everyone will live. We will be grateful to you for the rest of our lives, and all the Xiongnu people will be grateful to you."

With the exception of the Xiutu tribe, everyone in the tent knelt, even the old patriarch. "Ever since King Xiutu was killed, the Xiongnu have reached their doom. You've struggled desperately these past few years, but what have you achieved? The future survival of this race depends entirely on you. A few lives in exchange for hundreds of thousands of lives for ours—is it worth it?"

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, the people with copper bell eyes were full of bitterness, but they couldn't say a word of no.

The old patriarch was right. The Xiongnu were at their end. Where else could they flee? The bitter cold of Mobei? Or the deserts and Gobi of the Western Regions?

A last-ditch struggle? The more they struggle, the more people will die. There is really no other way out except to surrender to the Tang Dynasty.

"I want the King of Tang to personally promise that after our death, Yu Fuluo will not retaliate against our family. Otherwise, even if I die with my last warrior and shed my last drop of blood, I will not surrender."