Baili Mochen walked to the guard beside him and drew out his sword.
The left and right hands were holding different weapons. Suddenly the two weapons collided, and the guard's sword was cut off with a single blow.
Now the soldiers in the camp were surprised that the sword was so powerful.
Baili Mochen found some brand new armors and struck them with a knife, but they were also broken into two halves.
Everyone almost gasped. The sword was as sharp as iron, and it was so strange that almost all the fifty thousand elite soldiers were lost.
"Your Majesty, what kind of ore is this weapon made from, and why is it so sharp?" Someone asked Baili Mochen immediately after the experiment.
"This is made from ordinary iron ore, but the refining process may be different, or something else may be added to it."
Baili Mochen kept looking at the weapon in his hand and explained calmly.
"This damn Hun ghost is so despicable. He actually made this weapon such a double-edged weapon with such barbs. Isn't this a typical example of not wanting our people to survive!" Another soldier complained.
As long as a weapon with barbs enters the enemy's body, it will cause irreparable damage, and even the intestines and internal organs will be taken out. It is really cruel.
"How many people can survive on the battlefield?" As soon as the general finished speaking, someone immediately retorted. "However, their approach is indeed a bit too cruel. Your Majesty, what should we do next?"
This is the key point. What to do next is the most important thing.
"Do you guys have any good ideas?" Baili Mochen turned to look at the generals present.
There was silence in the camp for a while. What should we do? The other party has such a weapon.
Their weapons and armor are irresistible, what should we do
Are you just going to spend time with them like this
"Your Majesty, my subordinates believe that the Huns have limited food and grass and cannot resist us for a long time, so they came up with such an insidious method. Now we only need to close the city gates and guard the border."
The general who thought he looked very brave stood up, clasped his fists and said to King Yao.
"But this can only solve a temporary problem. Who knows if they have any other ways to attack the city. Besides, Liaodong is also ready to attack now. It's not an option for us to stay here for a long time to fight!"
A general who looked more polite stood up and retorted.
"Well... what do you think we should do?" The brave general was left speechless by the rebuttal. He could only say, "What do you think we should do?" and then he sat down with his neck stiffened.
Hearing everyone arguing back and forth, Baili Mochen rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Okay, let's all disperse. Let's go back and think about any good ways to defeat the enemy. If there is any, please report to me at any time."
After saying that, he waved to everyone and motioned for everyone to disperse.
Everyone retreated angrily, with expressions of reluctance and worry.
The defeat in the first battle had a certain impact on everyone's morale. You must know that they had not suffered a defeat in many years.
Baili Mochen glanced at the weapons on the table, stood up and left.
The Xiongnu army on the other side is rejoicing because they won the first battle. Can they not be happy that they have defeated the most powerful army in the world
Even though they were winning with more troops, the loss rate of King Yao's troops was over 80%, which was the first time in history.
Prince Muhan was also full of joy at this moment, and his heart was unprecedentedly strong, as if the world was still in his pocket.
On the same day, they served wine and celebrated, saying that they wanted to thank Hongluan. If it weren't for the method she gave, he wouldn't have been able to practice such a powerful weapon. This was really a blessing.
"Come on, Miss Hongluan, let me toast you. Thank you for your generous help. We achieved a great victory in our first battle and severely damaged the enemy. It's great!"
Prince Muhan raised his wine glass high and saluted Hong Luan.
"I don't dare. This is all the prince's credit. Hong Luan doesn't dare to take the credit. As long as the prince remembers our agreement, Hong Luan will come up with more strategies."
Hong Luan raised her wine glass with a charming face and smiled at Prince Muhan.
"Hahahaha, yes, yes, don't worry, I always keep my word!" Prince Muhan smiled in a good mood, and reached out to pat Hongluan's fair and smooth shoulder.
Then he raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.
Hong Luan took a look at Prince Muhan's dirty hands, his eyes full of contempt, but he still took a sip of the wine in the glass.
"Hey! Could it be that the Saint looks down on this prince? This prince has seen the bottom, why do you still have so many?"
Prince Muhan turned around and saw the wine glass in Hong Luan's hand, pretending to be displeased.
"Prince, please forgive me, Hong Luan is injured and should not drink alcohol. I'm sorry." The eyes hidden under the drooped eyelids were full of disgust, but Hong Luan still responded with a smile on his face.
She is now seriously injured and is no different from ordinary people. She may not even be able to defeat this pigherder now, so she should keep a low profile.
"Oh, it's my prince's fault. I forgot that you were injured. It's my fault. I will punish myself with three glasses of wine to apologize to the girl!" Prince Muhan seemed to have suddenly realized something, and he immediately picked up the wine bottle. , pour and drink by yourself.
After three cups, Prince Muhan spoke again: "How is the girl's injury? Do you need my help?"
"No! I'm almost done, so there's no need to bother!" Hong Luan refused without hesitation.
Who cares about this pigherd's help? If it weren't for the most convenient use of him now, she wouldn't want to stay here for a minute, stinky pigherder! Hong Luan almost gritted his teeth in his heart.
"That's good. If the girl needs anything, let that person inform me at any time. It's all thanks to you this time!" Prince Muhan began to drink by himself again.
Halfway through the meal, Hong Luan excused himself from feeling unwell and left the table. He really didn't want to see that hypocritical face anymore.
After Hongluan left, Prince Muhan showed a sly smile. Sooner or later, she would get this girl, as well as her precious prescriptions.
At dinner time, Baili Mochen went to have dinner with Chunfeng as usual.
"How is it? How is the war?" Chunfeng stood up and asked.
"Fortunately, you don't need to worry about these, just take a good rest." Baili Mochen looked at Chunfeng's peaceful little face and felt that all the worries of the day had disappeared.
Chunfeng had been locked in her room all day and had no chance to interact with things outside. No one told her the outcome of the war. She could only hear the rumbling drums and the loud shouts.
"Hey, I'm almost sick from being bored in the house every day. Just think of it as telling me a story. Tell me, I'm so bored!" Chunfeng grabbed Baili Mochen's arm and shook it. .
"Well, it's really difficult for you to stay in this room every day, but your health is the most important thing. If you don't take good care of it, I won't let you out." A certain prince looked doting on him.
"Okay, okay, I know, let's talk about how the war is going." Chunfeng couldn't wait to know something new.