The change of hands of Gao Nu made Wang Li see a glimmer of life in the border army.

Move 100,000 border people south to the Wuding River valley to secure a stable rear supply ground for the border army, if you can wait for the opportunity to annex a few small tribes and strengthen the border army with less than 30,000 generals left, it will be the ideal result. Wang Li's idea is very good, but in the choice of specific timing, he is obviously not as experienced as Meng Tian.

In the second year of the Qin New Calendar, the third day of the first month.

The vanguard of 10,000 Hun cavalry, under the leadership of Huyan Lida, the Marquis of the Left Bone, invaded the Hetao, and the abnormal movement of the Sujiao Army made the Huns who had been paying attention to the Hetao and Jiuyuan Shan Yu Maodun smell the breath of the prey imminently.

This 10,000 Hun cavalry is obviously here to test the strength of the border army, if Wang Li can not expel this Hun cavalry in a short time, in the spring of the next year, Hetao will be used by the Huns as the next target after Donghu.

Blood feuds are incompatible.

Ever since the accession to the throne of Maudun Dadan, the eyes of the Huns have always been on the fertile Hetao. The iron cavalry of the Huns appeared more and more frequently in the Hetao Plain, which made Wang Li, the main general of the border army, feel the urgency of time.

In the past, the Qin general Meng Tian drove 200,000 Qin troops to drive the Huns out of the Hetao, so that the Xiongnu tribes could only endure the bitter wind and rain on the cold grassland in Mobei, and this hatred was buried in the hearts of every Hun for a long time.

The cold winter of the savannah leaves the grazing cattle and sheep dead and wounded, and without the nourishment of the pasture, the horses will grow old and die of hunger, and there is no way to talk about growing and prospering the tribe.

In the freezing weather, the Hetao faced a fierce battle. On the one hand, Wang Li ordered the 100,000 border people to be quickly moved to Gaonu, and on the other hand, he mobilized all the troops that the border army could mobilize, except for Menghu's men and horses stationed in Gaonu, a total of more than 27,000 Qin State foot cavalry to meet the menacing Huyan Lida.

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The north wind howled.

The rolled up pieces of falling snow, floating indiscriminately in the yellow of the withered leaves and grass in the sky, just like this chaotic world that cannot be seen clearly, makes people feel powerless and desolate from time to time.

Every ethnic group has the right to choose better living conditions, and this is true for the Chu and Qin people, as well as for the Guifang tribe.

This time, the ghost side united with many small tribes such as Lou Fu and Shifang to make a rebellion, and the scope affected most of Shangjun, the northern part of Longxi County, as well as Jiuyuan and Yunzhong.

On the banks of the Wuding River.

A nomadic tribal alliance is being held, this time initiated by the leader of the Ghost Fang tribe, Jiuhou, and the participating tribes include almost many ethnic groups living in the northwest.

Lit fires were lit in the wilderness, tents were erected, and warriors from different tribes looked warily and proudly at all the ill-intentioned eyes around them.

Fighting between tribes happens almost every day.

The warriors of these different tribes, who were invited to come together by the alliance today, are likely to draw their swords against each other tomorrow and kill each other.

Inside the big tent of the Chinese army.

Jiuhou, the leader of the Ghost Fang tribe, who was getting more and more young, had a bad face, and the soldiers of all the tribes who came to the alliance came all the way to graze and live in the pasture, and the arrival of these allied troops increased the burden on the ghost tribe.

Jiuhou, who has been the leader of the tribe for nearly thirty years, has actually lost his ambition for a long time, and this time, if it weren't for the border army pressing too tightly and threatening the survival of the tribe, he would not have the intention of fighting to the death.

Of course, this is only Jiuhou's own thoughts, among the Ghost Fang tribe, there are some young warriors who insist on fighting to the end, for them, Jiuhou's ideas are too conservative, if this continues, one day, the entire tribe will be annihilated in the vast grassland.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the banks of the Wuding River have always been the pastures where my various ethnic groups have lived for generations, and now, the Qin people are about to migrate, they are going to seize our pastures, rob our cattle and sheep, and occupy our tents. Jiuhou coughed heavily, and said to the dozens of representatives of various tribes who were tall, short, fat and thin in the tent.

"There's nothing to say, just kill those ungrateful Qin dogs, let's kill one by one, let's kill one by two, haha-!" The one who was the first to answer was none other than the half-brother of the Nine Marquis, the Eleventh Marquis, who had long been watching the position of the leader, was in his prime, and he had long been blind to the cowardice of the Nine Marquis.

The grassland tribe does not have high requirements for names, and it is a habitual behavior to name by quantity, so, as the name suggests, the nine marquis are ranked ninth, and the eleventh marquis is ranked eleventh born.

"Eleventh Marquis, tribal deliberations, you don't need to say much!" Jiuhou glared at the Eleventh Marquis dissatisfied, the intention of the warning was obvious, there was only one person in the Ghost Fang tribe who had the right to decide, and that was him Jiuhou. Any attempt to challenge authority will have unpredictable and serious consequences.

"Haha-, you all know that the powerful Qin State no longer exists, what we have to face is just some remnants of the Qin State, to deal with this remnant, if you don't have the courage, I will speak, the prairie only raises warriors who are not afraid of death, not cowardly farmers!" By Jiuhou's side, a tall thin man with high eyebrow bones, hazel eyes, and a thick fur coat said coldly.

"Sumeru Butong, Mao Dun Da Dan Yu can't control my ghost tribe, Eleventh Marquis, send the Sumeru ambassador back to the account!" Jiuhou Lao's eyes flashed sharply, and he shouted in a deep voice.

This Sumeru Butong is not long ago the Hun Dashan Yu Maodun sent a messenger, these days, and the eleventh marquis to have close contacts, today's alliance, originally let him participate, just hope in front of the tribes, show the influence of the ghost tribe, now it seems, this move is wrong.

"You don't need to be instructed by the old marquis, a certain family will pay the account by itself! However, I have news for you, that the army of my Left Guhou may now be stationed in the Hetao! Sumeru Butong Haha smiled and swaggered out in front of everyone in the tent.

"Big brother, the Hun army is approaching the Hetao, this is good news, the Qin border army is only 30,000 people, we might as well use the army, attack back and forth, and kill him by surprise." The Eleventh Marquis shouted excitedly, completely ignoring the warning gaze cast by the Nine Marquis.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The words of the Eleventh Marquis were quickly echoed by many tribal representatives, these people were obviously so-called reckless men who did not think about it, and they had a natural interest in killing, as for who the slain was, these barbarian warriors would not think about it at all.

The mood in the tent was high, the people in the main battle accounted for the majority, the situation was no longer controlled by a few people such as Jiuhou, and a major upheaval affecting the entire northern part of Guanzhong was inevitable.