There are many shadows at the foot of the mountains in the Hetao area. Forty thousand cavalry troops stand out from the straight road of Qin. Starlight falls down, shrouding a vaguely five-color glow. This is a blessing from Nuwa, which can deceive the Western saints' predictions.
Zhao Yun, Lu Xun, Lu Meng, and Wei Yan led a group of 40,000 Taoist soldiers. Most of them were Northland athletes from Longxi, Bingzhou, and Youzhou. They were familiar with bows and horses since they were young, and they were also familiar with Hu people. This time they went north through the Qinzhi Road.
, went deep into the grasslands to carry out large-scale roundabout operations, and destroyed the nomadic tribes of various ethnic groups in the rear of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Without these rear foundations, the 400,000 that Murong Zheng had trapped in the Central Plains War were nothing more than rootless duckweeds, bereft dogs, and even the black dragons would directly fall into disgrace.
At this time, looking at the feet, it was clear that we had reached the grassland, and there was still a short stretch of straight road spreading deep, which made the generals marvel.
"I remember that Zhaojun left the Han Dynasty and married the Xiongnu this way..." Lu Meng was studying recently and gained insights: "After this battle, the rails are laid here, and the control effect will be better than that of Qin Zhidao. When there is no such thing anymore,
and marriage matters.”
Lu Xun nodded and asked meticulously: "Who should be operated on first?"
Lu Meng touched his chin: "Since we are the southern Xiongnu closest to Hetao, this is the only way to go. If we don't get rid of it, the news will be leaked before we reach the Xianbei Holy Mountain."
Wei Yan had another perspective: "These old dogs bite back so quickly. They are obviously white-eyed wolves that have not been raised well. Can they still be kept?"
Zhao Yun nodded to everyone: "Zhao Yun, the great Han, has been hosting the Southern Xiongnu for many years. Zhao Yun's army knows all the tribes of the Southern Xiongnu very well. Zhao Yun has divided into three branches. The two of you, each with five thousand cavalry, will clear the flanks. Zhao Yun will go over and deal with the Southern Xiongnu."
The Chan Yu Wang Zhang finally gathered at the Xianbei Mountains and attacked a southern Xiongnu Shan Yu Wang Zhang, taking advantage of the lack of strength in the king camp to wipe it out in one fell swoop."
Speaking of this, his eyes showed a cold look: "Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is."
"Yes" the two responded respectfully, then waved their hands, and two streams of iron rushed out.
Southern Xiongnu King’s Tent
Although under the oppression of the Western Saints, the Southern Xiongnu had to surrender to Xianbei, it was impossible for the Western Saints to oppress the Southern Xiongnu Chanyu too much. Therefore, the Southern Xiongnu Chanyu not only maintained the title of Chanyu, but also maintained basic control over his tribe.
They just sent troops to help Xianbei fight the war.
At this time, in the middle of the night, the tents were still densely packed, stretching for several miles. That night, a captain was patrolling. He looked up and suddenly his face changed slightly: "Ten miles away, there are a large number of cavalry, with more than 10,000 people. Which tribe are they from?"
Coming here at night, so there are no rules?"
According to the system, notification will be given if you are hundreds of miles away.
The man listened a few more times, and the sound of horse hooves became more and more intense, and he shouted: "Hurry, there is a tribe that wants to rebel, blow the horn immediately to warn"
"Woo" the horn sounded, and the silent camp immediately came to life. First came the three thousand men who had not rested, guarding the king's tent, and then the entire company camp.
Seeing this situation, the captain smiled with satisfaction. Until then, although he knew that something had changed, he was not in a hurry. Tens of thousands of people in the tribe wanted to attack the king's tent. Even in this situation, it was just a dream.
As long as the earthen fortress resists for a moment, the camp can be awakened to fight immediately.
For the cavalry, ten miles is only a short period of time. The sound is getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer. As they approach the fence and earthen base where they camp, they hear an order: "Ye Huolei"
Hundreds of Ye Huolei were immediately thrown out and concentrated on the southern Xiongnu camp. All they heard was the roar of the giant incense and the splashing of clouds of flowers of destruction.
"Forward...forward..."
"Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is."
"Wan Sheng..."
The slogans gathered a will and formed an iron torrent, killing everyone.
"They are Han people..." the commander said with distracted eyes and lost his mind. In the blink of an eye, he immediately realized: "Kill him, hold on, hold on."
He was very experienced in combat management and understood that the camp was now half-awake. As long as it could withstand it for a moment, the camp would wake up, but if it could not withstand it, it would collapse immediately. This commander was very decisive and immediately issued orders and ordered the troops.
dash forward.
"kill
In an instant, the two troops rushed together, and the hundreds of Xiongnu in front immediately fell down in the direction of the sword. The sword they slashed out with force, even if it hit the enemy, only produced sparks and did not cut deeply. This is
The result of the combination of armor and magic.
But the opponent slashed him with a knife, and without the protection of armor or magic, he immediately fell down.
"Kill..." The commander was different. He roared angrily and encouraged his subordinates to rush forward. With a flash of sword, the two Han soldiers fell down.
The barbarians were about to cheer when they saw several flames being thrown towards them. Before they had time to react, they heard a few booms and thunders, and the captain who rushed to the front was blown away in a bloody mess.
At the moment of "killing", the brave and skilled Hu Shi was shaken, and in the blink of an eye he collapsed...
Continuous explosions spread throughout the camp, followed by sword flashes and loud wailing and screaming. Under such an attack, the Huns blew up the camp.
"The barbarians have bombed the camp, God help me." Zhao Yun was overjoyed when he saw this. He waved his hand and rushed in without holding back his troops.
However, although the Southern Huns bombed the camp, they seemed to be more ferocious than Zhao Yun imagined. Fire and flames were raging in the camp, and they still encountered some sporadic resistance from time to time. The ferocious-looking Hu soldiers were howling and unafraid of death, trying to organize resistance.
It was quickly defeated again.
Thousands of people were fighting. From time to time in the flames and smoke, a small group of Southern Xiongnu rushed towards Zhao Yun. Before they could get close, they killed them all.
"The Southern Huns are finished..." Zhao Yun observed the battle situation, shook his head and sighed, even if there was strong resistance, in this case, it was meaningless at all.
The sky gradually became brighter, and I saw thick smoke billowing many times. For several miles, there were tents and corpses scattered everywhere. The sound of fighting had become quieter.
He was said to be the leader of a hundred thousand Xiongnu kings, but he was defeated like this. In front of the burning king's tent, the Southern Xiongnu Chanyu knelt down and begged to take the punishment with his own body.
"General of the Han Dynasty, it was all my fault for being confused. Please kill me and spare my people."
Zhao Yun was silent. At this time, several captains searched the tents of various nobles in the tribe and sorted out a large amount of belongings. They also found many Han women who had been taken captive recently. Some were crying, and some had no tears. They were all very miserable.
, but after recognizing that it was an army of their own clan, they immediately had a backbone, gathered one by one, and cried to the general from a distance.
Shan Yu's expression just changes, his mood is not good.
Zhao Yun was very keen. Seeing this, his eyes became cold and his face was gloomy and scary: "Three hundred years ago, the Huns, your ancestors prayed to Zhao Yun's ancestors for surrender. We accepted you. A hundred years ago, your ancestors prayed to my ancestors."
Our ancestors asked for asylum, and we protected you. Now you turn around and betray, and the army is still killing Zhao Yun's soldiers and civilians in the Central Plains, but our headquarters asks for surrender and protection? Do you think I should agree?"
Seeing Zhao Yun's murderous intent, he realized that he would not be spared this time. The middle-aged man suddenly straightened up, changed his accustomed humble expression, and laughed: "Haha... This is because you Han people are stupid and live forever in heaven. We Huns
He is a descendant of wolves, how can he be a dog for you Han people?"
"This grassland is a grassland where horses gallop. You two-legged sheep will not stay on the grassland for long. Just wait, the Great Chanyu will come back to avenge us, and your Han Dynasty will perish."
"Maybe one day it will perish, but not today..."
Zhao Yun said coldly, and ordered his subordinates: "Kill this person, the Yi tribe, and build a capital temple."
"Well, general, according to the rules, no one should be killed if they are fifteen years old, but the inspection found something abnormal. A large number of the boys over thirteen years old from this tribe went south, saying they would lead the way for the Xianbei people..."
Zhao Yun's face twitched: "...Then kill all the men, keep only the women, and move back to Hetao to settle down.
The face of the Southern Xiongnu Chanyu changed, and his eyes turned red: "No, this is the foundation of our race. You can't do this. What's wrong with us asking for survival... This is taking advantage of others' danger, and you Han people will suffer retribution."
"Poof", the Chanyu's head flew up and rolled, blood dyed the grassland under his feet red, and the blood gradually spread.
"It's time to massacre the camp." The Han soldiers cheered and started to kill tens of thousands of men. For a moment, the sound of killing was loud, the light of swords was everywhere, and everyone was immersed in the pleasure of slaughter.
This is the character of a big man
Seeing the blood everywhere, Zhao Yun was unmoved. At this time, the Han Dynasty was fierce and violent, and there were often people in Jingguan. They were as different as humans and sheep from later generations of Han people. Even in civil wars, they could kill more than half of them. What's so strange about killing foreigners?
, just an order: "Check and register the property, count the women, and return south with the spoils of war."
"If any woman refuses to accept it, kill her immediately."
However, this is actually a redundant order. The so-called wolf culture on this grassland is essentially a serf-nomadic system. It is normal for various tribes to fight each other for pasture.
Foreign women are female slaves. Women of this tribe are slightly taller than slaves, but they all bear the heaviest work. Fortunately, they age quickly due to hard work in wind, rain, snow, and their youth and lifespan are short.
Men were liberated from labor production and used force to hunt, rob food and new women. Zhao Yun knew this clearly.
"Yes" killed all the men, leaving a thousand cavalry behind, which was enough to organize the remaining women to move their camps south and temporarily live and graze in Han territory.
There will still be tribes on the grassland, but they will not be natural formations, but the so-called Eight Banners.
It is true that the Han people cannot directly rule the grasslands, but they can force them to pay tribute, make them specialize in raising cattle, and enable the mainland to obtain a steady stream of cheap meat.
After a series of technological improvements, the core railway track was laid deep here, truly connecting the grassland economy and the Central Plains economy.
Infected by the prosperity of the Han Empire, the soldiers believed that this day would come soon.
When they regrouped, Zhao Yun glanced at the generals and was quite satisfied with their morale: "This is a national war. Only when Hu Dao is exhausted can Han Dao prosper."
"The road to Hu is over, the road to Han is prosperous!" Tens of thousands of troops shouted together, and swords rose into the sky.