The cold wind and cold snow, under the roar, the sky and the earth are vast.

In front of Qingping Mountain.

Hun barracks.

"This year's wind and snow are so big, and the Central Plains is still like this, presumably the Northern Desert is even colder, and how many people in our tribe will not survive!" The burly man stood in front of the camp gate, holding the cold snow falling, and talking to himself coldly.

"Brother!"

A majestic Hun young man walked over, put his left hand on his chest and saluted, and then said: "They have driven you out now, why should you care about them, if you want me to say that the bigger the snow, the better, and when they can't hold it anymore, they will naturally invite my brother back!" ”

"Hu Chuquan, you don't understand!"

When the strong man heard this, he shook his head indifferently and said calmly: "No matter whether I am driven out by them or not, I am Shan Yu, Shan Yu of the Huns, all the warriors of the Huns, are my people, and it is my responsibility, if you inherit the position of Shan Yu in the future, you must learn to shoulder the responsibility of the Huns, the great Huns will not perish on the grassland, as long as our blood is still flowing, we can one day repeat the light!" ”

"I see, brother!" The Hun youth lowered his head, and there was a hint of shame on his face.

For his brother Yu Fuluo, Hu Chuquan admires it.

There are more than 100 Xiongnu tribes, but the five major tribes are in charge of the royal court, and the Luanti tribe was the most powerful in the past, but since his father, the previous generation of Xiongnu Shan Yu Qiangqu died, among the Xiongnu tribes, they have been hit.

It was the tribal warriors who reorganized in Fuluo to shelter their Luanti tribe from the wind and rain, and it was also Yu Fuluo who made a quick decision to leave the Northern Desert and go south to the Central Plains in order to prevent the Xiongnu from civil strife.

It was Yu Fuluo who single-handedly brought him up.

For Hu Chuquan, Yu Fuluo is not only his brother, but also his father, and the eldest brother is like a father.

"The march in the wind and snow will be difficult, and the warriors will definitely suffer from the wind and snow because of their lack of robes, so what is the morale of the warriors now?"

The Xiongnu strong man Yu Fuluo asked.

"Brother, don't worry, we have won a big victory in this battle, and their hearts are very excited, and they want to kill with us and directly take the Baibo Valley!"

"There's not much food, is it?"

Yu Fuluo asked worriedly.

"It can only last for ten days at most, and within ten days, we must take the White Wave Valley!" Hu Chuquan suddenly asked: "It's just brother, is the Han people credible, if they lie to us and let us and the Yellow Turban Army lose both, and they make a hindrance from it, won't we suffer!" ”

"The Han people are cunning and cannot be trusted!" Yu Fuluo said: "But now we can only gamble, without food, our people will not survive this winter!" ”

"Shan Yu, there is a Han man outside the camp who asks to see you!"

At this time, a Hun cavalry came to report.

"Han Chinese?"

Hu Chuquan sneered: "Could it be that the Yellow Turban Army is going to surrender, I will say that these Han people are useless, surrounded by our warriors, they will inevitably surrender, this group of slaves should be able to exchange for a lot of food!" ”

"Shut up!"

Yu Fuluo squinted, he was familiar with Han books, had a great study of Han culture, and was very resistant to the backward slavery system of the Xiongnu, after taking the throne, he wanted to promote the Sinicization system among the Xiongnu tribes, so as to strengthen the Xiongnu tribes, which led to the expulsion of the other four major tribes of the Xiongnu, and went south to the land of Hetao, and entered Hedong from the annexed state.

He said gloomily: "Hu Chuquan, have you read all the Han books I asked you to read in vain?" ”

"I'm sorry, brother, I'll try my best in the future!"

Although Hu Chuquan was a little slow about his brother letting him read Hanshu, he would never complain about Hu Chuquan, so he immediately admitted his mistake.

"Humph!"

Yu Fuluo glanced at Hu Chuquan, and knew that he couldn't listen to it, so he didn't say much, after all, he just snorted coldly, then turned his head and said to the Hun cavalry: "Since the Han people are visiting, they are either enemies or friends, and they have the courage to come to my Hun barracks, not general, invite him to the camp, I want to see where the sacred." ”

"No!" The Hun cavalry took the order and left.

The Xiongnu camp, only an ordinary camp tent, the style is completely the style of the Northern Desert nomad, the cow and sheep leather is hung, the bow and arrow weapons are placed left and right, there is no desk in the middle, the ground is covered with blankets, and a stove is hung.

"Please!"

A Hun soldier showed a fierce smile, opened the curtain, and let out a low shout.

Mu Jing smiled, he was not shocked, this should still be done to him, and he stepped in directly.

"Who are you?"

Sitting on the top of the tent, is a big man, full of beard, copper bells, square face, shoulder-length short hair, looks fierce, and the momentum is completely like a tiger sitting cross-legged, eating people at any time.

"Nanyang Mujing!"

Mu Jing gave up his hand and reported his name.

"I haven't heard of it!" Yu Fuluo said coldly, but there were waves in his heart.

Nanyang Mujing, is it the Han Dynasty of the Central Plains, the current Mu Xiangguo who is in charge of Qiankun alone, Mujing Mulongtu?

Yu Fuluo is not an ordinary Hun man, he is a Hun Shan Yu, even if he is down, he is still a Hun Shan Yu, in charge of tens of thousands of troops, crisscrossing the land east of the Hezhou, and he has the heart to join the imperial court, and wants to rely on the power of the Han Dynasty to support him to return to the Northern Desert, so he has some attention to the affairs of the imperial court.

In the past two years, the most brilliant person in the court is by no means Dong Zhuo, the lord of the Xiliang Army who fought with him in the land of Hedong, but the rising Mu Xiangguo of Nanyang, although he is only intuitive in the name of Mu Xiangguo, but he also understands what status it is in the Han Dynasty.

"It's just a nobody!"

Mu Jing said calmly: "Just if you don't know me, it's a matter of course!" ”

"Are you here for the Yellow Turbans who are besieged by me?" Yu Fuluo asked coldly.

"Yes!"

The pastor nodded: "I want to ask Shan Yu to raise his noble hand and let them go!" ”

"Why!"

The corners of Yu Fuluo's mouth slightly raised a smile of Xiao Killing, the smile was very cruel, as if it could make people smell blood.

"My lord alone, there is a sentence among us, kill a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred!" Mu Jing looked very calm, but his palms were already sweating, he asked himself if his eloquence was good, but what he was most afraid of was that Xiucai met a soldier, he couldn't explain it clearly, the person in front of him was Xiongnu Shan Yu, the Xiongnu was a nomad in the Northern Desert, and the representative noun was wild, arrogant, arrogant, unrestrained, barbarian wild, and reasoning with this kind of person, Mu Jing had no confidence.

But he came anyway.

There is a saying in the mall that big risk means big good.

Don't take risks, where do the big benefits come from.

"Although the Hun warriors have surrounded Qingping Mountain, if we fight hard to break through and fight under this cold world, I am afraid that the Hun warriors will also lose a lot!"

Mu Jing'an endured the fear in his heart and continued: "This is a war of both sides, why should you be persistent!" ”

"Cowardly Han, you are just afraid of death, why are we and my Hun warriors afraid of life and death!"

A rampant voice sounded: "In less than three days, I will be able to attack the mountain and kill you all in a river of blood, how can I lose and be injured in a row!" ”

"Who is this?"

Mu Jing's heart sank, and he glanced at the Hun youth who walked in.

"My brother, Luan Tihu Chuquan!"

Yu Fuluo said calmly.

This Xiongnu Shan Yu, who has a deep Han cultural heritage, is actually not the arrogant person in Mu Jing's heart, what Mu Jing said, he understands, and he also knows that if he continues to fight like this, both will lose.

From the fact that he knew Mu Jing's identity, he had a plan.

But he had to be calm.

This is a negotiation.

He can't defeat the prestige of the Huns, and he can't let the intuitive impression of the Huns fall, and calling Chuquan to make a move is the best pressure.

"The future Xiongnu Shan Yu?" When Mu Jing heard this, his eyes were slightly raised, and he said secretly in his heart: "He is called the last afterglow of the Huns, that Hun Shan Yu, a little interesting?" ”

Historically, it seems that Yu Fuluo died within a few years.

And Yu Fuluo's younger brother, Hu Chuquan succeeded to Shan Yu, took the warriors back to the northern Xinjiang, unified the Xiongnu tribes, and in the next few years, fought a few battles with Cao Cao, and then joined forces with Cao Cao to fight against Xianbei.

It's a pity that such a generation of heroes couldn't fight Cao Cao's eyes, and was detained by Cao Cao in Yecheng, and the entire Southern Xiongnu also declined since then, becoming soldiers and horses under Cao Cao's control.

"This warrior is right!"

Mu Jing didn't care what he said, his smile was still the same, and he said: "It's just that after you kill them, kill them without leaving a piece of armor, and the blood will flow across the river, and then lead the army south, arouse the last blood of the Baibo Yellow Turban, and fight with you to the end, where is the geographical advantage of the Baibo Valley, even if it is not your opponent, it is not a problem to hold for a few months, I just don't know, how long you can hold on, but it is just the same end, maybe Lord Shan and this Hun warrior are more inclined to the Xiliang Army can pity you and give you a little food for the winter!" ”

"What do you mean?" Yu Fuluo's pupils burst out with a cold glow.

"Could it be that Lord Shan sent troops to join forces with the Xiliang Army to attack Baibo and Yellow Turbans just for fun, or for ...... Food! Mu Jing's face became cold, and the corners of his mouth raised a playful smile, sarcastically.

"Food!"

These two words can affect all the emotions of Fura.

Since he entered the Central Plains, every battle he has fought and every city he has conquered has been based on the premise of food.

The Xiongnu were not good at farming.

Even if they get the land, there is still no food.

Only send troops to rob it!