In the sixteenth year of Daning Fengtian, far away on the grassland at the northern end of the imperial territory, countless iron riders wearing red armor galloped back and forth on the vast grassland.

This is not the territory of the Daning Dynasty, but the home of the Huns, the sworn enemies of the Daning Dynasty, who of course the arrogant people of the dynasty usually call the Xiongnu.

Daning's iron cavalry appeared on the grassland, naturally not to enjoy the vast scenery of the grassland world, where the iron cavalry trampled, not a single inch of grass grows, only war and blood.

This is an unprecedented war, Daning, which has been silent for decades, almost smashed all the country's financial resources in the north, and hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry drove straight into the Xiongnu royal court.

The Red Iron Rider was like an unstoppable fire, burning half of the grassland.

The Xiongnu court became a sea of fire, and the master of this grassland, the supreme Hatton of the Xiongnu, fled in panic under the sworn protection of dozens of elite wolf riders of the royal court, leaving behind all his soldiers, all his people, all his cattle and sheep, and finally got rid of the red flames of the prairie behind him.

This is an absolute shame for him, but Hatton Shan Yu, who was completely frightened, had no time to think about it when he fled for his life on that sweaty and bloody horse, and only survival was his most important goal.

His younger brother, Prince Hazi of the Xiongnu royal court, did not have such good luck, and in the midst of countless sobs and wails around him, he was tied up like a rice dumpling and escorted to the Daning military camp.

On this day, the court of the Xiongnu and the city of dawn, known as the eternal extinguishing of the northern plains, fell into a dead silence, except for the wolf smoke, there was no life at all.

This is a day destined to go down in history.

Beiyin Mountain, for the Huns, is a sacred mountain-like existence, except for the members of the nobility of the grassland royal court, all herdsmen are not allowed to approach the taboo place. Thousands of horses' hooves broke the silence and gathered and swarmed here, not the usual fur jackets and mink furs of the Huns, but bright red armor, and the most elite knights of Daning were silent, and only the iron hooves of the foothills seemed to be surging as if the sky had collapsed.

Half an hour later, a huge flag was erected on the top of Beiyin Mountain, hunting in the howling cold wind.

Prince Hazi, whose hands were tied behind his back, looked frightened, his legs were already trembling, and he was dragged to the top of the mountain by the Daning soldiers beside him.

The mountain wind was howling, the sound was like thunder, and Prince Hazi, who had once enjoyed the fertile pasture, was numb physically and mentally, and after seeing the huge flag on the top of the mountain, his dull pupils suddenly dilated, and on the temporary altar under the flag, a slender figure wrapped in a golden silk and black silk robe slowly turned around.

"The war horses of the grassland are indeed very strong, and even the most elite light cavalry under my command can't catch up with your brother for a day and a night, so I can only use your head to pay tribute to the heroic souls who died in this battle."

Prince Hazi began to struggle like a madman, with blood splashing in his mouth, and shouted indistinctly in Hun language, but he still couldn't pull out his arms that were firmly held by iron hoops.

In the next moment, poor Prince Hazi saw only that the man who called himself me raised his arm, and his sleeve robe embroidered with a blue water dragon going out to sea was raised high, and with it the long sword hanging from his waist.

The sword light was like lightning, the blood was gushing, and Prince Hazi's expression still maintained a frightened look, and he only felt that after a whirlwind of the sky, only darkness remained.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the Daning flag standing on the top of Beiyin Mountain also adds a touch of bright red.

The man who called himself me, holding a long sword with a bloody blade in one hand and the head of Prince Hazi in the other, changed his previous majestic and solemn expression, and the corners of his mouth rose up, outlining a relieved smile, as if it were all over.

The wind was blowing, and the emperor, who had been a first-class emperor in civil and martial arts since the beginning of the Daning Dynasty, turned around and raised the head of Prince Hazi towards the black-pressed ironclad jungle at the foot of the mountain.

The time of Beiyin Mountain seems to be frozen at this moment; The banner that dances in the wind, the smiling Emperor Daning, and the wind that never stops for a moment year after year.

In the next moment, the roaring and angry shouts of the mountain and tsunami soared into the sky, and the heartfelt blood of hundreds of thousands of Daning soldiers made the entire Beiyin Mountain shake and be uneasy.

Emperor Daning closed his eyes and quietly felt the tingling of his eardrums and the tremor under his feet.

On the periphery of the grassland royal court not far from Beiyin Mountain, countless corpses are scattered, including elite Hun cavalry wrapped in robes and iron armor, and Daning cavalry in red armor.

Under the sunset, the grass is green, this grassland that was originally a rich pasture ushered in a bloody rain irrigation a few hours ago, the battle situation is extremely tragic, at this time except for a few surviving war horses are reluctant to stop in front of the already cold owner's corpse, there is no life.

A group of dozens of horsemen without any flags marched here, and with the signal of the first old man, they dismounted and checked.

The sound of hundreds of thousands of Daning soldiers gathering in Beiyin Mountain can be heard even dozens of miles away, and the old man sitting on horseback was stunned for a moment, and then stroked his beard and pondered, but he did not have the slightest joy and excitement after the victory of the people of Daning.

"My lord, there's another one alive here!"

With a startle, the old man who was deep in thought jumped off his horse and walked to the edge of this battlefield.

A burly man squatted in place, his eyes were hollow as if half of the seven souls had left, he was in rags, and he was not wearing armor, but a thin cloth coat.

There are two obvious knife marks on the back of the strong man, and the scar is still bleeding, which is shocking. The old man didn't need to look closely, and he knew that only a steppe scimitar could cut such a wound.

"This kid is really fateful, so he can pick up a life......"

The squire who found the strong man was muttering, and immediately silenced when he saw the old man glancing at him.

"We won, although it was unexpected by the old man, but the facts are the facts. Every victorious war needs a hero to witness, are you willing to be this hero? ”

Hero?

The dejected strong man raised his head, a little dazed. The old man pulled the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly, all of them were strong men acquiescing, he took out a small dagger with a golden handle and said in a flat tone: "If you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future, congratulations, from today onwards you are a witness to this great victory, you have personally experienced this war that is most worthy of being written in the history books since the opening of the Daning Dynasty, and you are a surviving hero!" ”

The old man smiled and said, "But I have to wait for the old man to do something." ”

The long-silent battlefield sounded a terrible scream, and naturally, it could not be like the mountain roar and tsunami in Beiyin Mountain, which spread dozens of miles away.

Standing on the top of the mountain and enjoying the great victory, Emperor Daning Fengtian certainly didn't know about this dispensable little thing, and he didn't care.

This emperor, who has set ambitions since he was a child, only knows that from today on, his name will be engraved in the history books, even if the green tile does not exist, Daning will no longer exist; His name will also be passed down through the ages, for future generations to worship, and no one can erase it.

His exploits are known to all, and his name is known to everyone!

For this emperor in the prime of life, it was enough.

Thinking back to everything he had planned for this battle since he ascended the throne, he smiled with relief. No matter what the cost is, no matter what the trade-offs are, the result is worth it.

Emperor Daning Fengtian looked up at the remnant sun: "It's all over......"

……

"No, it's just a new beginning."