Vol 3 Chapter 25: Flying Eagle

Chapter 25 The Flying Eagle in the Moon
Huo went sick silently ...
Yun Lang patted Huo Queyi's shoulder and said, "You continue to be your good man. I'm better at this kind of thing. I'll do it."
"we are brothers……"
"Just because we are brothers, I will not allow your reputation to be tarnished. Huo Qubing in my heart will be a perfect immortal role model."
"I'm a model. The little white mountain climber made me helpless and made me scars all over."
"Are you confident?"
Huo Qicki smiled and said: "No, I just feel a little sorry for you, but I forcibly brought you to White Mountaineering. As a result, I haven't got any merits and I am always in danger."
"We are guarding at Hook Mountain, it would be good not to be annihilated by the whole army. Do you dare to take credit?
The most important thing for our big guys is smart people, so there are many white mountaineers. Where can we get our turn when it is easy to defend and gain military power?
We are good at defense. When we return to the bridgehead, we should use our powerful weapons to deal with the Huns. I do n’t believe that the bones of the Huns can be harder than steel! "
"Don't you blame me for losing my soldiers?"
Yun Lang glanced at the tabernacle, Cao Xiang was busy shaking his head and said, "This is a war, there will always be dead people. We should now think about how to fight the war well and strive to let more people go back."
As for complaining? After returning to Chang'an, we will talk when we are idle. "
Huo Gouyi raised his hand and patted on the back of Yun Lang's hand, then put on the armor again and walked out of the tabernacle.
The Huns have occupied three sides of the Hook Mountain, and war will break out anytime and anywhere, and he has not had time to recuperate.
I always thought that the Huns were stupid. In many ways, they were indeed stupid. Only in the war, they were amazingly clever.
Through the constant oppression of Hook Mountain, the purpose of letting the Han army attack was never achieved, but it never came close to the crossbow arrows and the trebuchet's range.
A distance of one hundred feet is not a safe distance. If the Huns want to charge despite the casualties, the Han army can shoot up to three crossbows and two rounds of stone bombs, which is very limited to their lethality.
The wounded soldiers have been carried to the bridgehead, and the construction of the bridgehead continues ...
In the middle of the moon, the bonfires of the Huns were generally dense with the stars in the sky. This people who likes to sing desolate songs uses Hu Ji to express their emotions even when they are celebrating.
The Huns, like the big Hans, also speak Chinese, but the tone is a bit strange. This is a natural thing. With their habit of drinking blood, they cannot cultivate such advanced things as language and words.
(This is verified by the author himself. For example, the loss of Yanzhi Mountain makes my women colorless, and the loss of Yanzhi Mountain makes my six animals not prosperous. There is no trace of translation in this only lament that is handed down. In addition, linguists and historians are still not sure whether they have spoken the Huns, more people tend to use ancient Chinese. So, the author makes a bold assumption.)
Yun Lang didn't really care about the Huns who surrounded Mount Hook on three sides. He had practiced countless times for a long time. As long as a large group of Huns crossed the piles and crossed the trenches, the retreat of Captain Captain would be carried out immediately.
Before the Huns completely occupied the Hook Mountain, Qiduwei had enough time to return to the bridgehead, and under the cover of the trebuchet that had been placed on the bridgehead, the defense was calmly arranged.
Compared with these, he is more worried about the frustration that Huo Qubing has. He should not have this emotion. At least, in Yun Lang's opinion, he should not have it. He should be strong like a stone!
After seeing Huo Qubing reappearing on the front line, Yun Lang was relieved that the man had never given up his duties.
Gao Shiqing knelt in a cave with a gray face, looking desperately at the large rammed earth that had just collapsed.
This time it collapsed, burying half of the ghost slaves under rammed earth, and also declared that the mission to dig the Mausoleum of Tottenham had completely failed.
After the geological structure in the cave became stable again, Yun Lang also came in. Some ghost slaves were helpless with their hands, using tools to dig their companions out of the rammed earth.
Yun Lang did not punish Gao Shiqing this time, and said lightly: "Stop work, prepare to retreat."
Gao Shiqing knelt down on the ground and sorrowed his heavy pestle in the loess: "Signed guilty."
Yun Lang lifted Gao Shiqing to dust off the loess in his hair and shook his head: "It's our bad luck, too little time for you.
However, since it has been proven that this is the Mausoleum of Toden, then this time, the coffin cannot be found, and next time, it will be found.
Before that, we need to close the entire cave and come again next time! "
Gao Shiqing was grateful to Yunlang, he knew that Yunlang would say this, it was to help him take the responsibility.
If the excavation fails, Yun Lang may be fine. He Gao Shiqing is just a tomb thief. Xie Changchuan's killing him to vent his anger is a common thing.
Just as Yun Lang was about to go out, a familiar golden iron symphony suddenly came from his ears.
This is definitely not the sound of iron and iron collision, it should be the sound of iron and bronze collision.
Not only him, but Gao Shiqing also turned his head quickly, and saw a ghost slave once again poked a large piece of rammed earth in front of him with a shovel in his hand, and the voice appeared again.
Gao Shiqing jumped straight into the pit, didn't he need to use a shovel, directly scraped the rammed earth in front of him with a dagger, and struck this large piece of rammed earth with a dagger again.
"Sima, it's bronze-it seems to be a coffin!"
Listening to Gao Shiqing's words, Yun Lang's body shook twice, and then he supported the cave wall to stand firm, trembling: "Drag out!"
The coffin is very large and very heavy. Yun Lang looked at the coffin at will and felt that this thing weighed at least five thousand pounds.
Thinking of the sudden lie lying in the coffin, Yun Lang's heartbeat was almost gone, and a heart seemed to jump out of his throat.
"Sima, this may not be a casket, the pattern on it is not the sun and the wolf, but the moon and the flying eagle ..."
The moon flying under the coffin in front of the coffin also saw it. He was not as pessimistic as Gao Shiqing. As long as he could dig out a coffin, it was their victory.
"Don't worry, drag it out!"
The tortoises quickly paved the rolling wood in the cave. A dozen people spent their efforts to put the coffin on the rolling wood, and then pushed the coffin out of the cave.
Yun Lang didn't even have a moment's delay, he ordered the coffin to be loaded on the cart, and slowly drove to the bridgehead with a cow.
With a sigh of relief, Gao Shiqing looked at Yun Lang, and a large group of ghost slaves who had escaped from death also looked at Yun Lang.
"Close the cave and hide it as much as possible, so as not to let the Huns see the clue."
Gao Shiqing agreed, but hesitated to leave.
Small voice: "I don't know these ghost slaves ..."
Yun Lang glanced at the ghost slaves who knelt on the ground like pounding garlic, and sighed, "Weave into the Captain Captain!"
Gao Shiqing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the remaining hundred ghost slaves: "Sima Rao you are not dead, that is Shangguan Zhai's kind heart. If you dare to have trouble in the camp, you will find one at both ends of the first mouse. , The whole decision! "
Yun Lang didn't have time to take care of these little things, and ordered Liu Er to tell Huo to get sick, and to get Cao Xiang back. Only Cao Xiang was at EbookFREE.me ~ to ensure that the credit would not be swallowed by Xie Changchuan.
Upon hearing the news, Xie Changchuan and Pei Yan had arrived at Qiaotou Fort. Even though Bai Shanshan was fighting, Xie Changchuan decisively stopped the night fight.
As the rammed earth on the coffin was cleaned one by one, the entire coffin was also exposed to this brightly lit tent.
Yun Lang sighed, this is a coffin much more rudimentary than he thought, and it is significantly different from the coffin recorded by the Han Dynasty official.
According to the records of historians, the caskets used for burials are a gift specially made by the Han for them, regardless of their form or weight.
There was no expression on Xie Changchuan's face, but he ordered lightly: "Let's open the coffin. Let's see if you are a kind of person, and you can be buried together with Mao!"
Yun Lang quickly said: "Everyone is still far away. I don't think this thing is a good thing. Both the coach and Sima are here, if ..."
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