August 21 of the first year of Great Qin II.

It was still a sunny autumn day.

The only city in Daqin Jiuyuan County except for the county governance Jiuyuan City, Linhe City.

This most remote small city in the northern frontier of Great Qin, which had fallen silent from yesterday, was once again revitalized today. It's just that it is no longer the Qin people who built him that make him come to life, but the nomadic people from the depths of the steppe, the Huns.

Countless Hun barbarians searched and dug in the small Linhe county. From time to time, bursts of cheers erupted, and of course, there were also shouts of scuffles one after another.

A burlap coat, a small ordinary copper case, a small copper wine bottle, a small crown...... Wait, everything used by the Qin people is so precious in the eyes of the Hun barbarians, and they will hide anything they get immediately.

Don't be too surprised if you see a person with a copper night pot on his head and a few burlap wrapped around his neck wrapped around his feet.

If you see a few fierce shirtless men fighting each other for their lives, even with blood, fighting for their lives because of a copper case that is very common in Daqin, and a wine bottle that is no more common.

Because, this is the Huns.

The whole Linhe City is like a huge vegetable market, and these Hun barbarians are like stray dogs who need to find food in the vegetable market, eager to dig three feet into the ground.

Of course, not everyone with an army of 500,000 Xiongnu is qualified to enter this Qin fortified city. The reason why the small Linhe county town is called Jiancheng is the result in the eyes of the Huns.

The 300,000 Donghu servants were not even qualified to enter this fortified city abandoned by the Qin people. Only pure-blooded Huns were eligible to enter this fortified city abandoned by the frightened Qin people.

Maudun did not enter Riverside City.

Mao Dun, who is in his thirties, if you remove the gloomy eyes on his face and the thin lips that look cold, as well as the small pigtails that are tied up like all the Huns, Mao Dun himself is actually quite good-looking.

I can't see the rudeness and barbarism of the Huns from him, but a bit like a nobleman with a title in Great Qin. The meticulous brocade robe woven by yellow brocade was worn on him, and it was not as bare as chest and breasts as the rest of the Xiongnu nobles, or as ridiculous as a bear in a mountain robe.

square face, without the usual messy beard of the Huns; the high nose bridge and deep eye sockets characteristic of steppe nomads; There is no fishy taste peculiar to nomads who often eat beef and mutton; If you add the momentum of holding power for a long time and killing decisively, Mao Dun, in the words of later generations, is that there is still a very imperial style.

Mao Dun did not enter the city, but quietly looked at this "fortified city" that could not be seen on the prairie at all. The tall city walls, though only more than three zhang high, were solid and huge, although they were only a few five-inch thick planks covered with a two-inch thick layer of iron sheets.

The Qin people are not such a timid people. Mao Dun was very clear, but why did the Qin people give up such a fortified city? The bursts of cheers that came from inside the city, Mao Dun knew that the Qin people had obviously fled in a panic, so that they left behind a lot of things that were disdainful in the eyes of the Qin people, but often needed a few or even a dozen cattle and sheep to exchange for on the prairie.

Could it be that the Qin people today are really so unbearable? Mao Dun was silent.

The generals and guards beside him heard the cheers coming from time to time in the city, and they scratched their ears and cheeks one by one. Although they were Xiongnu nobles, there were regulations since Mao Dun sat on the throne of Shan Yu, especially for the Qin people, that is, in the battle with the Qin people, any Xiongnu obtained the spoils of war, and no Xiongnu nobleman could deprive these Xiongnu warriors of their wealth for no reason. Except for weapons and armor, which need to be handed over to Shan Yu, everything else, including women, belongs to the Xiongnu warriors who captured him.

If any nobleman takes it by force, he will lose his official position and remove his lordship, or he will be whipped at the worst.

Maudun did this in order to maximize the morale of the Huns. The desire for wealth or women can often make a cowardly person glow with endless courage.

The Huns, even more so.

Of course, if a Xiongnu nobleman takes a fancy to these, he can exchange some of the rest of the wealth such as cattle and sheep. This is not forbidden, after all, absolute fairness will never exist in this world. All Maudun can do is ensure the greatest possible fairness.

"Go, my warriors!"

Mao Dun obviously knew what Su Bu Baye and the others were thinking in their hearts, and he retracted his thoughts lightly.

The two words "go" in the mouth of the great Mao Dun are tantamount to the sound of heaven in the ears of the people who are scratching their ears and cheeks in a hurry.

"Long live the great Maudun Danyu!"

Su Bu Baye and the others cheered in unison, and then desperately urged their horses to gallop towards the noisy riverside city.

Looking at the impatient Subu Page, Mao Dun suddenly felt a little sad in his heart for some reason.

"Lord Mohull." Maudon turned his head and looked at Mohuer, who was standing behind him, and suddenly spoke.

Mohur, who was wandering in the world, was suddenly startled when he heard Maudun's words, and quickly turned over and dismounted, and respectfully prostrate on the ground: "Great Maudun Shan Yu, your humble servant Mohuer obeys your call. ”

The contempt and arrogance of the Huns for the Donghu people were vividly expressed under this fortified city.

Last night, the Great Wall, which had been holding back the Huns for a hundred years across the steppe, was breached by the Donghu warriors, although there was no one in it. There are many fortresses around the Great Wall, and the Donghu people are not qualified to get even half of the line.

Today, this fortified city with wide open gates is still the first to be entered by the Donghu warriors. However, the spoils obtained by the Donghu warriors were forcibly taken away by the greedy and vulgar Xiongnu generals like the Subu Pages, and even killed more than a dozen Donghu warriors for this. Now, the Donghu warriors, who have been the vanguard all the way, don't even have the qualifications to enter this fortified city.

The sadness and resentment on the faces of the Donghu warriors, how could Mohuer, as the commander, not know? But he didn't have anything to do.

Because, the Donghu clan has become a thing of the past under the hooves of the Huns. They are now slaves of the greedy Huns.

Maudun looked at the extremely obedient Mohuer, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes. Then he turned over and dismounted, helped Mo Huer with both hands and said: "Lord Mo Huer, tell the warriors under your account that there are more Qin beauties in Jiuyuan City, more gold and jade property, and more weapons and armor. But only the warriors who were the first to break through Jiuyuan City were eligible to enjoy all this spoils. I, Mao Dun Shan Yu, swear by the great wolf god that both the Huns and the Donghu people, who have now become the Huns, will enjoy the same treatment. The spoils of war go to the warriors themselves! No one is allowed to plunder! ”

Mao Dun could raise his voice, in the silent wilderness, the 300,000 Donghu cavalry could not say that they could hear everything, but the tens of thousands of people in the front could hear it clearly.

The words of the great Mao Dun Shan Yu sworn by the wolf god were quickly spread among the 300,000 Donghu cavalry. The Donghu cavalry, who were originally envious, jealous and hateful, listened to the cheers of the Huns in Linhe City, and their eyes were like wolves.

None of the tribes on the steppe dared to blaspheme the great wolf god. Even if he was a single man, he wouldn't dare.

Therefore, none of the Donghu cavalry doubted the real surname of the sentence in Mao Dun's mouth.

An overwhelming roar came from the mouth of the Donghu cavalry. Everyone knows that it is obviously impossible for the Qin people to flee too far, and the only possibility is that the Qin people have gathered in the Jiuyuan City, where the Jiuyuan Army is located.

Now in Jiuyuan City, almost all the Qin people in Jiuyuan County have gathered. How much wealth should you have? How many women can there be? How many precious things can be used by the Qin people.

Looking at the Donghu cavalry, who was originally driven by the Huns to be the vanguard of the siege because they were enslaved by the Huns, a wolf-like light burst out in an instant. Mao Dun smiled faintly.

Today, it is his intention not to let the Donghu cavalry enter this riverside city to plunder. It was also his intention for Su Bu Baye and others to rob the spoils obtained by the Donghu people. Otherwise, how can it arouse the determination of the Donghu people to fight to the death?

Mohuer, who was helped up by Maudun, heard Maudun's words and listened to the cheers of the Donghu cavalry. The face is even paler. He was well aware of the role of Maudun's oath.

Such a fortified city was abandoned by the Qin people and chose to gather in Jiuyuan City. Then, obviously, in the eyes of the Qin people, Jiuyuan City was stronger than the city in front of him, which was already a strong city in the eyes of himself and others. Hundreds of thousands of Qin troops and people gathered in a big city that was more magnificent than the fortified city in front of them, if they wanted to break through such a city, if they wanted to get the Qin beauties inside, and if they wanted to get the things of the Qin people, what price should the Donghu people pay?

In this battle, I am afraid that these 300,000 Donghu cavalry will all be buried in the land of the Qin people, and they will never be able to return to the prairie or return to the embrace of Immortality.

"Thank you, Great Mao Dun Shan Yu!"

In an instant, Mohuer seemed to be more than ten years old, and with a gray face, he broke free from Maudun's arm and respectfully prostrated at Maudun's feet. An old tear dripped imperceptibly and melted into the grass-yellow earth.

Mohul knew very well, even if he knew this, what would it be? He no longer has any power to change this fact.

At this moment, Mao Dun was already the embodiment of the devil in his eyes.

Mao Dun looked at Mohuer, who was trembling and prostrate under his feet, and a few hints of mockery flashed in his eyes, and then he was replaced by a thick murderous intent.

In this battle, whether it succeeds or fails, Mohur has clearly completed his mission!

He can return to the embrace of Immortality.

(To be continued)