Pontus pulled the god of the Beilinhu people, the five-year-old Xiongnu, who was fed by his blood, standing on the grassland with abundant autumn grass, facing his brothers and fathers who had been integrated once again, and he did not blame all the mistakes on his brother, but announced loudly to the remaining 400,000 people: "I confess my mistake and accept the punishment of Heaven for it." But I can't die now, because I must atone for my sins, and I must raise our Hun god until he becomes the true king of our nation. If you still trust me, please follow me to Mobei, we will recuperate and recuperate, and after 20 years, let the king of the Huns take your bravest warriors to regain the grassland that belongs to our homeland and go south to herd horses. ”

Looking at the clansmen who had become miserable and energetic again from numbness and despair in the gradually whistling cold wind, he took out the Broken Intestine Sword and stretched out his left hand: "Immortal Heaven is above, if I regenerate greed, I will do so." ”

Then he swung his sword without hesitation. The Broken Intestine Sword was extremely sharp, worthy of the world's divine soldiers, and with a swing of the sword, Pontus's palm fell from the roots, blood splattered, and a group of guards immediately stepped forward to bandage him.

Bendu's face was pale, but his body was still straight: "Please forgive me, follow me, follow our gods, for the continuation of Lin Hu, let's go to Mobei, let's go to lie down and taste the gall." ”

More than 400,000 remnants of Lin Hu silently dispersed, and then they began to pack up their belongings.

One by one, the tents were dismantled, and together with all their belongings, Lulu carts were loaded, and herds of free-range cattle and sheep were brought back into the slow but determined procession north.

The desolate and mournful song sounded dullly in the northbound procession, "Losing my Qilian Mountain will make my six animals rest." The loss of my self and the mountains have made my wife colorless. "Respond to each other, mixed with the crying of girls and children.

I don't know when, the sky began to be densely covered with clouds, and the first snowflakes fell into the northbound team, and then there were snowflakes that fluttered one after another, covering the heavens and the earth.

In this snowflake, all the people turned back one step at a time.

In previous years, everyone drove the cattle and sheep like clouds at this time, looking for abundant grazing and enjoying the peace of winter.

But this year, they were forced to drive their cattle and sheep, dragging their families to the north, and fleeing to the more bitter cold Mobei.

"This is the heavy snow brought to us by that damn god stick Zhao Xing, he is going to ruthlessly freeze and starve us to death on this road." All the people began to curse the god they had worshipped, to curse his cruelty.

A woman's scream came through the ranks, followed by the woman's heart-rending cry.

The one-armed Pontus rushed over, and he saw a woman, holding the child on her chest, whose head was lying on her back weakly, as if to meet the snowflakes in the sky, but the snowflakes fell on his young face, but they did not melt.

"Ah, Dad, you don't want it." Another scream rang out outside the front procession, and Pontus rode over, and he saw an old man, lying on his back in the snow, with a scimitar stuck in his chest.

Pontus jumped off his horse, walked over to the old man, and asked softly, "Why?" ”

The old man, who had not yet lost his breath, looked at the king with difficulty, and his eyes had begun to drift, but he still explained the king's inquiry with difficulty: "The further north it goes, the more difficult it will be, and our food will be more depleted. ”

Ben involuntarily knelt down and bowed his head in shame at the old man: "Don't, don't, I'll go to the Qin State and ask the Qin people-"

The old man grabbed the broken arm that had no palm, and shook his head firmly: "No, don't, the food of the Qin people is poison, even if we commit suicide, we will not eat a grain of Qin people's food, the king-" and then died of anger.

"King, king, another old man is going to the wilderness." The guards ran over and reported to Bendu with a cry.

Pontus stood up and looked out of the group, and between the dark heaven and earth, there were countless old men, leaning over each other, stumbling into the distance.

Pontus's heart ached the same, because he knew that, according to the ancient custom, in a year of disaster, those old and useless old people would have to be like the yellow dog who was about to die to see his home, in order to leave a bite to eat, to die with dignity, to leave his own tribe, and find a place where there was no one to fend for themselves.

Pontus chased after him with his horse, stopped in front of the old men who were numb and resolute, knelt down for them, hugged their thighs and begged: "We are not yet exhausted, we still have cattle and sheep, and horses, and we will rely on them to go to Mobei and reproduce our people again." ”

The old man replied in a firm tone: "Starve Lao Tzu Niang, don't eat seed sheep." The rest of our cattle and sheep are the seeds of the future, and our horses are all the jackals that the warriors hunted for us, in order to resist the invasion of the Central Plains, and we must not eat them. If we Linhu people have no cattle and sheep for grazing and breeding, and our warriors have no war horses, then we are still Linhu people? ”

On his numb face, despair was replaced by peace and love, and he gently stroked Pontus's head: "My child, my king, don't care about us anymore, this decision is summed up by our Lin Hu's endless inheritance." Only when we die can we leave food for our children, and as long as we have children, we have hope. Go, go and take your people on the road, to a place where we can heal our wounds, where our people can continue to grow. ”

Then he resolutely withdrew his hand, and followed batch after group of old men towards the depths of the vast grassland.

Bendu lay in the snow and cried: "But if we don't have the elderly, there will be no oral transmission and inheritance of our history." A nation that has no history and doesn't know where it came from, is it still a nation? We, Lin Hu, will really perish. ”

Listening to such wailing and crying, the old man took two steps, but turned back and said meaningfully to Bendu lying on the grass: "Without the old man, there will be no history, hehe, I hope we have no history, I hope you will forget history now, including the history of hatred with the Central Plains people just now." Walk to the depths of the grassland again: "Forget history, forget hatred, the tenacity and strength of the Central Plains people are something we can't defeat no matter what." Forget history, let's open up another history from now on, and shape a new nation that has no hatred for the Central Plains. Our god is called the Xiongnu, and I will see a new, powerful Xiongnu nation in the sky, crisscrossing the steppe desert. ”

Looking at the countless old men who had firmly walked to the depths of the grassland, Bendu stood up, cut a deep wound on his face with a scimitar, and let the blood congeale in the heavy snow: "I swear, I will definitely bring up a powerful new Xiongnu nation, I swear, I will not forget our hatred, I swear, the Huns who are about to become strong, will take revenge on the Central Plains people at a price of a hundred times and a thousand times today." ”

All the way to the corpses, all the way to lament, all the way to crying, the Linhu people perished, the future Huns, slowly, firmly to the north, to the north, through the wind and snow, through the desert, disappeared in the extremely cold north.