Speaking of the secret recipe given by Hong Luan last time, it was a recipe for making weapons. It not only recorded a lot of weapon making methods, but also recorded a special refining method that can make the weapons sharper and harder. durable.
It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as cutting iron like clay, so when he heard that there was a better secret weapon, Prince Mohan couldn't help but look greedy.
"Okay, then it's settled!" Prince Muhan finally nodded in agreement, and he and Hong Luan smiled happily.
"The prince is indeed a wise man. Don't worry, Hongluan will not make you regret it." Hongluan said with a satisfied smile.
For five or six days in a row, the situation on the border was just a confrontation between the two armies, and it was surprisingly calm.
On the Xiongnu army's side, it was because there was no food supply and they had to adjust their battle plan. On King Yao's side, it was because the princess had been unwell these days, and the prince was with him every day, so there was no one in charge!
On the seventh day, the Huns suddenly came to the city gate to form a formation, preparing to attack in a big way.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The Huns are attacking!" When the soldier who delivered the message rushed all the way to the backyard of Fucheng County Yamen to report, the Prince was eating breakfast with his princess!
"Well, I understand, go down!" After hearing the soldier's report, Baili Mochen didn't feel nervous at all, but said calmly.
"Your Majesty... yes!" The soldier looked at the Prince's unfazed expression and wanted to say something more. However, when he saw the Prince's displeased expression, he backed away obediently.
"You'd better go and take a look. The battle between the two armies is no small matter!" Chunfeng put down the bowl and chopsticks, pursed his lips and said to Baili Mochen.
"Well, I'll go right away. Just have a good rest in the room and wait for me to come back! Be good..." Baili Mochen stood up with a smile and kissed Chunfeng on the forehead.
"Okay!" Chunfeng nodded, not forgetting to remind: "Be careful!"
Baili Mochen turned around and left with a smile.
After Baili Mochen left, Chunfeng began to worry.
Worrying about the battle in this era of cold weapons, where swords and guns were similar, Chunfeng could imagine how bloody it would be.
I silently prayed for Baili Mochen in my heart, hoping that nothing would happen to him.
As soon as they reached the city wall, Xuan Yi stepped forward to greet him.
"Your Majesty!"
"Well, how is the battle going?" Baili Mochen asked calmly.
"Not yet. The people on the other side just kept calling for formation below. I didn't respond. I just waited for the master's order."
"Just calling the formation?" Baili Mochen asked strangely.
"Yes, it's just a formation." Xuan nodded and answered truthfully.
"How many people are here?" Baili Mochen asked again and again as he strode up the stairs.
"Almost the entire army is dispatched!" Xuan Yi reported again.
Hearing this, Baili Mo Chen had a plan in his mind and went straight up to the tower without asking any more questions.
Looking at the dark crowd of people and horses under the city tower, Baili Mochen knew that the opponent wanted a quick victory because they did not have so much food and grass to consume.
Thinking of this, Baili Mochen smiled. With 300,000 men and horses dispatched, he was not afraid of being blamed. This Prince Muhan was really interesting.
Since he understands the other person's thoughts, how can he satisfy them easily
"Pass the order, 50,000 elite soldiers will go out to fight. It will end as soon as the order is called. There is no need to be reluctant to fight." Baili Mochen said with a smile on his lips and said to the soldiers beside him.
"Yes! Your Majesty, order 50,000 elite soldiers to leave the station." The soldiers received the order, sang and sang all the way to the military camp, ordered 50,000 soldiers, and then left the station.
He also conveyed the prince's intention and asked them to fight for a while and then run away. A simple wheel tactic could also bring them down.
The war drums were beating, and the soldiers of both armies were shouting loudly.
Even though Baili Mochen sent only 50,000 men, which was only one-sixth of the opponent's, the momentum was not as powerful as the opponent's 300,000 people. This is King Yao's soldiers, even if the number is different. Being so big, it is also fearless in the face of danger and is as stable as Mount Tai.
How could such a tiger army not be a victorious army? Baili Mochen had full confidence in them.
With a heavy drum beat, and the trombone that followed.
When the fighting began, the brave warriors rushed forward desperately, instantly turning the battlefield into a slaughterhouse filled with flesh and blood.
Baili Mochen stared at the battlefield below, not too worried, as if victory was a normal thing.
But today's situation seemed to be a little different. Baili Mochen watched coldly from above, as the fifty thousand tiger army continued to charge forward.
But the strange thing is that the enemy troops retreated and gave them a passage, as if they were deliberately luring them.
Baili Mochen keenly noticed that something was wrong, but it was already too late to stop it.
The 50,000-strong army had just fought against the enemy, and they were surrounded in the middle. The place was almost overwhelming, and the 50,000-strong army was about to be unable to support it.
I don’t know what kind of weapon the opponent is using, but it is so sharp that it can cut through armor and kill people directly.
There are also those strange weapons that don't look like ordinary weapons, but they are too far away, and even if Baili Mochen's eyesight is good enough, he can't see them clearly.
All he knew was that the 50,000 elite soldiers fell one by one like wheat.
Xuan Yi, who was next to him, naturally saw this situation and immediately said anxiously: "My lord, what kind of weapon is this and why is it so powerful?"
"Yes, their weapons are too powerful. These 50,000 troops may not be able to sustain them for long. Your Majesty, let's send troops to support them quickly!"
Lan Yi on the other side said even more anxiously.
"..." Baili Mochen didn't say anything, but his breathing became a little deeper. It was obvious that he felt the same as them.
"Take 10,000 troops and go to meet them, quickly retreat into the city, hang up the no-war sign, and call a truce!" After Baili Mochen finished speaking, he turned around and came down from the tower.
"Yes, my subordinates, go now!" Lan Yi received the order and ran away.
If we don’t hurry up, I’m afraid these 50,000 people will not be protected!
Even though Lan Yi was fast, only a few people were rescued.
Only 5,000 men and horses were left out of 50,000 elite soldiers, and the people sent out to rescue also lost 2,000.
There were a lot of wounded soldiers brought back, and some of them probably couldn't be saved.
General Lan Yi brought back two enemy weapons and placed them in front of Baili Mochen.
"Master, these are local weapons. If I think they are useful, I will bring back two of them!" Lan Yi lowered his head, his whole body feeling a little stuffy.
This was the first time that he had suffered a defeat with the prince, and he was defeated so miserably.
This damage rate is so high that it simply exceeds all history. The problem lies with these two knives.
Baili Mochen reached out and picked up one of them. Even though it was washed clean, there was still a strong smell of blood on it. That was the blood of his brothers.
This is a double-sided sword with a small curved hook at the tip, which looks cold and gleaming.