In the royal court of the Xiongnu in the south of Yinshan Mountain, a roar suddenly broke out and there was great chaos.
In the name of getting rid of thieves, the Third Prince's tribe suddenly attacked the Huyan tribe and the Xubu tribe. The two tribes were killed and dispersed, some escaped sporadically, and the rest were either killed or incorporated.
That night, the eldest prince Liu Bao was far away in the Gerjin tribe, but he slept well.
Even though Liu Bao usually seemed to be a wen sour person, he always acted like that, but when things really happened, Liu Bao abandoned his wen sourness and started planning like a tyrant.
He looks like a hero, but he is not a hero after all.
There are many people who look like it, but there are only a few in history who can truly be regarded as such.
What Liu Bao is good at is patience, and this is also true in history.
Historically, his father Yu Fuluo did not kill Huchuquan, and the Huchuquan tribe was still a large tribe. So after Yufuluo's death, Huchuquan took over the position of Shanyu, and then granted Liu Bao a left-hand position.
As a wise king, Liu Bao endured it. Later, Cao Cao divided the Southern Huns into five tribes, and Liu Bao once again had his authority reduced and became one of the five kings. Liu Bao continued to endure
.
He endured this and endured it again, and finally a Han-Zhao regime emerged. As a result, Liu Bao's son failed. He died within two years of becoming emperor, and his grandson also failed. He started fighting among himself before long, and the result was
Those who were kicked out first...
In the end, the Southern Xiongnu disappeared into thin air and there was no trace left.
But now, due to the inherent shortcomings of the tribal alliance, this disaster, or rather a farce, belonging to the Southern Huns is just a little ahead of schedule.
Since the farce is staged, it will not stop midway. Even if those on the stage want to stop, the audience sitting below the stage will not allow it.
If you stop, do you see it? This is a ticket...
Ahem, that’s pretty much what it means anyway.
Liu Bao thought that his third brother had been persuaded by him, so now he could not act rashly, and as long as his third brother really figured it out, he would in turn help Liu Bao.
Therefore, before this day, Liu Bao still seemed to be quite determined.
During the day yesterday, he also issued instructions to the tribes that were leaning towards him, asking them to stick to their duties and not to act rashly.
From Liu Bao's perspective, it seemed that as long as he and the third prince didn't really fight, nothing big would happen.
As long as the third prince truly realizes the problem, Liu Bao believes that the third prince can understand his painstaking efforts. When the two families are reunited, then he, the eldest prince, will truly become the new Shanyu and will be affected by the family.
Wei Shangxia's sincere devotion, as a new generation of leaders, guides Shiwei people towards a more glorious tomorrow!
So Liu Bao slept soundly without any nightmares.
Near dawn, Liu Bao was woken up.
At this time, people are most tired, and their heads are not very clear. After Liu Bao stood up, he found that the lights in the tent had been lit. Gerkin's face was full of anxiety, "Your Majesty, it's not good.
, the third prince takes action!』
"What?" Liu Bao couldn't react.
"Third Prince, the Third Prince has taken action!" Geerjin frowned, almost forming a deep "Sichuan" in the middle. Compared with Liu Bao's calmness and forbearance, Geerjin was having trouble calming down these days.
He was older and thought too much, so he couldn't sleep well. Now his eyes were red, and I didn't understand. I thought he was so angry that he couldn't calm down.
Liu Bao's heart also skipped a beat, and he managed to maintain a posture and said, "Don't worry, tell me slowly, what's going on?"
Although Liu Bao pretended to be calm, it made Gerkin feel a little calmer. He lowered his voice and said, "There is a sudden change in the royal court! The third prince sent people to attack the Huyan and Xubu tribes! Fortunately, there are guards."
The people protecting Huyan ran out, and there is no news about the Xubu tribe... Your Majesty, how should we deal with it now?"
Liu Bao's head suddenly buzzed and his vision went dark!
But even so, Liu Bao held on and pursed the corners of his mouth tightly.
In fact, Liu Bao did learn a lot from Han Chinese books, such as staying calm when encountering big things, thinking twice before making decisions, etc. This makes Liu Bao older than the third prince at some ages.
In the eyes of the elders, he is more like a superior person.
And the third prince who used to hunt all day was obviously not a good successor.
This guy, how dare this guy?!
Isn't he afraid that Shi Wei will actually fight among themselves, kill each other, and eventually perish?
How dare he, how dare he?!
The Huyan tribe and the Xubu tribe are the tribes that Liu Bao tends to support in the royal court. The tribe leader is also older. Of course, he hopes for stability rather than fighting. But why is there the current change?
, Liu Bao thought he had mastered the situation, but he didn't expect that everything would suddenly overturn!
Although he always thought that he was a hero, in fact he was not. At this moment, he could not think of any brilliant strategy that could turn the tide...
Those battle examples in Han Chinese books jumped out in Liu Bao's mind. Burning cauldrons and sinking boats? There are no cauldrons and no boats here! Fighting with the last ditch? I still have to find a river? Ambush from all sides? The surrounding area is flat, where can I bury it...
By the way, go to Yinshan!
Liu Bao said in a deep voice: "Now that the matter has come to this, we can only ask General Li for help!"
"Looking for Han people?" Gerkin hesitated a little after hearing this, "Is this really necessary?"
Liu Bao took a breath and calmed down his chaotic mood, "We can't go up anymore. It may not be useful to go to the royal court, and... the people of Shiwei can't be harmed for no reason... we can only borrow money from the Han people."
With the power, quickly put down the rebellion! As long as, as long as..."
Liu Baoka paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, and stood up after a moment, "As long as we kill the third brother, this war can be quickly ended! We, our people... will lose less!"
……ヽ(；′Д｀)?……
The Royal Court of the Southern Huns.
The third prince was rushing to the small tent next to the royal tent, "Where is your father? How is your father?"
It has to be said that even though the third prince repeatedly expressed in his words and deeds how the Han people are, in fact, he still agrees with the Han people's concept of loyalty and filial piety to a greater or lesser extent. In life, if you can If you are ruthless and unjust to your parents, how can you possibly have any love or righteousness towards other people?
The third prince was directing the extermination of the remnants, and was hesitating whether to pursue them directly before dawn. The messenger from the royal court came in a hurry and told him that Yuvluo was in bad condition...
The third prince also wanted to be like a hero, and he also wanted to be a hero, but like his elder brother, he was not a hero either. Even if he tried his best to imitate, pretend to be a hero, or be like Yu Fu Luo expected to do something, but it was still useless.
Can a hero be fake?
Or do you just follow the example and become a hero?
Even Huvrault himself is far from being a hero.
Of course, as parents, this is also the case. If you can't do it yourself or complete your life goals, you will pass the goals on to your children, and you won't care much about whether the children can complete it or whether they can bear it.
For thousands of years, people have hoped that their sons will succeed and their daughters will succeed. If they really succeed, that would be great. If they don’t succeed, well, generally speaking, it’s not a big problem. After all, the degree of completion is not 100%. It’s 80%, or maybe It's 60%, and the children are pretty good.
Most parents love their children, and most children can understand their parents. It doesn't matter if they complain or complain to each other, but if they are really rebellious and contradictory, they are only a minority.
This is the case with Humphrey and the third prince.
Humphrey couldn't become a hero himself, he hoped that his children could. The third prince also understood his father and hoped that he could.
It's just a pity...
Yu Fuluo, when he was young, he ate a lot of meat and drank a lot of wine. It felt so good. It was so good to go into battle and kill people, and then he was also killed. In addition, after he settled down in the later period, he didn't have much to take care of himself. When I was fifty years old, I still ate meat and drank heavily every day, and I no longer had to fight. I could eat and sleep when I was full every day, and eat when I was full and slept. It felt so damn good!
Then after three pleasures, there are three highs.
Humphrey had suffered a stroke some time ago. He was paralyzed on one side, could not speak clearly, and could not move. It was precisely because of this that the eldest prince and the third prince fought for the throne. Naturally, he could not live in the king's tent. It was arranged in a small tent on the side, and people were sent to take care of it day and night. Such a big movement in the middle of the night, of course, woke up Yuvrou again. He had already suffered a stroke, and he was so startled that he was not good. Already...
By the time the third prince arrived, Humphrey was already drowsy and had no air to breathe.
The third prince lay aside and screamed for a long time. Humphrey seemed to have finally regained some sense. He opened one of his eyes that he could still control, rolled his dim eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, and chirped. Said something.
"It's okay, father, it's okay, everything has been calmed down." The third prince seemed to know what Yuvluo was asking, and whispered, "Huyan escaped, Xubu was caught, and the other tribes are here."
It's under control, it's okay, we win."
Humphrey seemed to understand, but also seemed not to hear anything. He huffed and puffed for a while, and then managed to mumble something.
The third prince lay aside and listened, and then asked hesitantly, "Father, are you asking the eldest brother? The eldest brother is with Gerkin, and I didn't kill him."
Humphrey's breathing suddenly became rapid. He suddenly stretched out the hand that could still move and grabbed the third prince tightly. The veins on his skinny arms were exposed, coiling around the dead bones like snakes. In Humphrey's throat.
There was a gurgle, half of the face was paralyzed, drooling, while the other half had eyes wide open, with a distorted face, even the third prince couldn't help but be frightened.
"Father? Father...what are you..." the third prince asked.
Humphrey roared with all his strength, but his teeth and tongue were all disobedient, and he could not explain clearly despite spitting. In the end, there was only a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his chest. He wheezed for a long time and could not spit it out, and his face gradually turned blue and purple.
Get up, then tilt your head...
In the spring of the seventh year of Taixing, Luan Ti, the son of Qiangqu, the Shanyu of the Southern Xiongnu, died in Fuluo.
……_(:з ∠)_……
The Yinshan Hussars dispatched.
Sunset time.
The setting sun illuminated the area near the royal court of the Southern Huns in a blood-red color.
The sound of war horses neighing and mourning, the sounds of swords clashing on both sides, and the sound of soldiers screaming and falling from their horses suddenly resounded around the royal court of the Southern Huns.
The Southern Huns are light cavalry. Strictly speaking, the hussars in the Yinshan Mountains are light cavalry, but for the troops of the Southern Huns, the hussars are heavy cavalry...
As soon as there was a collision, where the two armies met, the Southern Huns were instantly destroyed, and dozens of them fell over in an instant.
When the cavalry of both sides faced each other, spears and spears were intertwined with each other, and swords and axes were flying up and down. In the midst of this, there was often not much room to move, and they had to either parry or resist. The hussars with armor
They are well-trained and can often attack first. Even if they are occasionally hit by the soldiers of the Southern Huns, they are offset by their armor. In comparison, the Southern Huns are miserable. They are basically beaten and suppressed.
They didn't have much morale, so they barely resisted for a while, then basically lay down and let others do whatever they wanted.
Zhang Xiu led his troops to attack. He had no intention of fighting a long-term positional battle. Seeing the collapse of the Southern Huns' army, he did not leave any time for the Southern Huns to adjust their arrangements, so he immediately went out and led the Chinese army.
Pressed it directly.
Zhang Xiu himself is also very skilled in martial arts. In later generations of storytelling, he was a master who could fight Zhao Yun back and forth. Now facing these Southern Huns soldiers, he is almost like a tiger rushing into a herd of sheep. There is basically no one under the gun.
He was a living person, but when the Southern Huns encountered him, he was a dead person.
Among the third prince's men, Badu is the most courageous and skilled. If the third prince could find some weapons for Badu that match his skills, such as a spear with increased force value and a armor with increased defense value.
Such things, then he is still a tiger general. Unfortunately, the third prince does not have that much inventory in his hands, and there is no good stuff in the entire Southern Huns. At most, it is just plus one plus two types, which is already very good.
alright.
Although Badu was still fighting hard, at this time, the third prince on the sidelines had already felt that something was wrong. Facing the strength of the Hussars, the Southern Huns retreated again and again, seeing what was happening on the battlefield.
The defeat was irreversible, and an idea came to the mind of the third prince. Should he abandon the large army and charge out with a few elite troops? As long as his elite troops are still there, he will have no choice but to come back and control Shiwei again in the future.
Opportunities for people! Lao Wang is dead, and the eldest prince has attracted the Han people. The overall situation has taken a turn for the worse. It is better to find a chance to escape!
The third prince thought he could win the battle at the beginning. After all, he heard that Zhang Xiu did not bring many people, only about a thousand people. However, he did not expect that the Han people's more than a thousand people were different from the concepts in the third prince's head.
totally different……
Even if the third prince followed the tactics taught by his ancestors and occupied the west, leaving the Han people on the side illuminated by the setting sun, it did not change the unfavorable situation much.
The Han people have a hat with a hat brim on it...
There are not many Southern Huns who can truly serve the third prince and are willing to risk their lives. If all the people in front of them are lost, even if they can escape, they will not have much capital in the future. If they want to come back again, they will have nothing to lose.
Impossible. After all, reputation is a mysterious thing, but there are not many people who can pick it up and wash it away after it falls. In the era of information explosion in later generations, you can barely brush it with a steel wool ball.
Take a look.
Only on the other side of Badu, Yu Zizi shouted fiercely, and even he himself was not well protected. There were several wounds all over his body. He was brave, but he seemed to be fighting with all his strength without reservation. It didn't look like this.
In order to strive for the final victory, it seems like he is looking for a death place for himself!
Just when the third prince was hesitant, the front of the army gradually faltered, and the Southern Huns soldiers under his command were struggling to hold on, they heard a roaring sound coming from behind! The third prince was horrified, and looked back, only to see
Seeing that the fire was rising again inside the royal court, someone took the banner of the eldest prince Liu Bao and was galloping around!
The third prince's men suddenly collapsed, and the Han army's hussars and horses let out a huge cheer, and pressed forward harder. Everyone's morale was as high as a rainbow, and it seemed that they were going to double-team the third prince and others.
Completely wipe out a clean one!
At this moment, the third prince's vision went dark, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand!
"Traitor!" the third prince yelled angrily. It was obvious that the eldest prince Liu Bao took advantage of the Han people to attack his retreat!
Afterwards, everyone was Zhuge Liang, but before the incident, everyone was the same. Who would have thought?
After all his hard work, he narrowly escaped death, became a Chanyu on the throne, and his ambition as a man suddenly came to nothing!
The world is so big and there is nowhere to go. In this case, even if you are alive in the future, what will it taste like?
The third prince roared, led the remaining troops, advanced instead of retreating, and rushed towards Zhang Xiu and others!
In the setting sun, the third prince was like the lone warrior in the ancient Shiwei myth, holding his sword high and rushing towards the ferocious beast.
However, in the Shiwei myth, the warrior finally won.
But in reality...
A few days later, Fei Qian in Chang'an received a lacquer box.
The lacquer box is not very big. The pickled heads of the Third Prince and Badu are displayed side by side in the lacquer box. Under the sunlight, they still look rotten and decaying.
Fei Qian looked at it, nodded, then turned to Pang Tong and asked, "How about sending it back and giving him a good burial?"
Pang Tong laughed loudly and said, "How good! This son of Luan Ti still wants to throw the blame on us and pretend to act under our orders? Haha, how can this be possible? It must be buried well, and not only must it be buried well, but also
Let someone engrave a tombstone, specifically explaining the whole story, that it was their brothers who did it themselves... In this way, this surname of Luan Ti, which has been used by the Southern Huns for hundreds of years, can be eliminated!"
Fei Qian smiled, nodded, and waved, asking people to do as Pang Tong said, just like waving away a speck of dust in history...
