It is already the end of autumn, everything is withering, and the autumn wind blows through a paradise located in the north of the Sangqian River with the cold meaning of winter in advance.

This is a stagecoach!

As the most prosperous place under the leadership of Luan Tikeya, the king of the right valley of the Huns, even the autumn day when everything is dry and yellow, it is full of greenery and abundant water and grass.

This is all due to the warm springs gushing out of nowhere that mingle into the tributaries of the Sangqian River, forming a strange area here with a radius of tens of miles.

No matter how the seasons turn, the goddess of spring seems to be forever in this area, leaving her glory here for a long time, clearly separating this place from the surrounding seasons.

The peculiar stagecoach map was therefore called "the place blessed by the gods" by the Huns.

And because of this, since it was discovered by the Huns, some Huns gave up the habit of living in pursuit of water and grass, and began to settle down and develop here.

In the eastern region of the Xiongnu under the jurisdiction of the King of Li, the right valley is the most prosperous place here, and it is also where its base camp is located.

But now this stagecoach through the tributaries of the Sangqian River is no longer as beautiful and rich as it once was.

The monstrous flames burned countless white bales, mixed with billowing black smoke and straight into the sky, the crimson of the flames and the deep black of the smoke rendered the entire horizon of the stagecoach.

A wooden stake that broke in the big bag crackled under the erosion of the flames, and the slightly mushy smell of barbecue came from nowhere, mixed with countless bloody breaths that rushed straight to people's heads, and people couldn't help but cover their foreheads so as not to faint.

It turned out that the disemboweled corpse under the wooden stake died on the spot with wide eyes, and the holed eyeballs still left endless unwillingness and resentment.

And such a corpse is not just one, and when you look at it, there is an endless body of such corpses that stretches all the way to the horizon where the fire burns.

Most of these corpses were old and weak women, children and children, among which there were only a few strong young Huns, and these corpses were not only human, but also countless horses.

When the king of Yougu Li, who failed to attack the head pass, saw that his "old nest" was now persecuted like this, he immediately went straight to his heart with anger, and his extreme anger made his black and white eyes extremely blood-red.

And this blood red is far less red than the river water in the tributaries of the Sangqian River next to it, after all, it is dyed by the blood of tens of thousands of old and weak women and children of the Huns.

"Ahh

Luan Tikoya howled angrily in the sky, and the appearance of his cloak made his majesty even more penetrating, but the generals beside him were not afraid, because they were just as good at the moment.

"Who is it! Who the hell is it! Luan Tikeya grabbed the armor of a general and asked, "Who did it?" ”

It didn't take long for a soldier to hold a handful of arrowheads in front of Luan Tikoya.

Looking at the familiar arrows and arrows, Luan Tikeya's 10,000 must have been done by their sworn enemies, the Donghu people.

"Donghu!" With a click, Luan Tikoya pinched off the arrow in his hand, and two words popped out viciously between his teeth.

He can't help but hate it, after all, in addition to the destruction of the entire stagecoach, more importantly, tens of thousands of old and weak women and children in the stagecoach were all killed.

You must know that the Huns are all soldiers, except for the young people who can go into battle to fight, the rest of the women and the old people are also basically good at shooting and riding horses, although the Hun women generally do not participate in the war, but it does not mean that they are people who do not have any ability to resist. Moreover, these women are generally in charge of logistics and production in the rear, providing a steady stream of supplies for the men fighting on the front lines.

So it is almost a military factory, and after these old and weak women and children were all killed by Donghu, one can imagine how angry Luan Tikeya was in his heart at this time.

Even when the attack failed to deviate, he was never so angry.

After all, even if the attack on the border of Qin State fails, there is still a chance to come back, and what Donghu did this time completely cut off his roots.

"Someone!"

Like a cold wind that can rip off human flesh on a winter night, Luan Tikeya gave a gloomy order: "Pass the order, the army will be marched, and I must kill that group of Donghu people within three days, and I have sacrificed to the spirit of my compatriots in the sky!" ”

"Yes!" The soldier took the order and left.

Luan Tikoya turned around and mounted his horse, turning the reins and leading an army of nearly 100,000 men.

The black torrent that spread from the horizon to the horizon was blazing in the fire, and the stagecoach was tracing the traces of the Donghu people in the direction of Xixin Mountain in the east.

Its momentum, where it passes, wants to tear the sky and the sea, and move forward.

……

Dozens of miles east of Stagecoach Tu, near Xixin Mountain.

"Hurry, hurry! Those who followed hurriedly followed. A small leader shouted as he urged the soldiers pulling the wagon behind him.

"Be careful not to scatter these things that you have exchanged for your life, it will soon be winter, and if you don't have food, you will starve to death sooner or later. Give me some heart for the goods that pull the goods! ”

It seemed that the words of the little leader had an effect, and the soldiers behind him who were driving the carriages loaded with countless grain from the Huns also stepped up.

The wagons pulling grain were lined up for an unknown number of hours, and there was still no edge in sight at the end of the line.

Whenever he saw so many materials looted from the Xiongnu, a general who walked in front saw that the eyes of the newly appointed leader of Qi Fuli were full of affirmation, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

He still remembered a few days ago when the new leader had given so much supplies to the rest of the tribe with both hands, and he was immediately disappointed in him.

After all, a cowardly leader is not recognized by him.

However, what happened later did make him gradually change his sense of Qifu Li, and even in the past two days, under the strategy of his subordinates, he began to have a little admiration.

As if sensing the general's gaze, Beggar Fu Li rode on a tall horse and turned his head to look at him.

"Don't laugh any more, give the order to go down and order the army to march faster, we must get to the vicinity of Xixin Mountain before night."

Compared with the joyful demeanor of the 20,000 army, as their commander and commander, he was not happy.

He knew that this was the time to face the real test, and that it was the real test for them to follow Liang Rugu's strategy and return after plundering the resources.

"Presumably, the pursuers in the rear have already discovered it." It seemed that he could see the gloomy expression on the face of Luan Tikeya, the king of the Huns, and there was also a hint of pleasure on the pale face of Qifu Li.

"Report!"

Qi Fuli, who was thinking about things, suddenly heard a loud voice and suddenly came back to his senses.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Beggar asked, sitting on his warhorse.

"Report to the beggar king, the pursuers of the Huns in the rear have caught up!"