"Woo~"

The sound of the horn sounded in the camp of the Northern Xiongnu, which was the heroic sound of the Xiongnu assembling and then marching on weekdays, but today it sounds like a resentful woman, crying and complaining, plain and sad.

The Huns sprang out of their tents, which were staggered by the cold wind, and tremblingly mounted their horses, took their scimitars, and hurried to the place where the trumpet sounded to assemble.

"Da Dan Yu has an order to announce to the people of the wolf god that they will all go to the center of the camp and assemble quickly~"

Groups of Hun knights, riding on horses, galloped through the snow, shouting orders. The snow on the grassland is so deep that small potholes appear when the horses' hooves step on them, which limits the horse's speed, so their voices are hoarse as they run.

The more difficult people are and the less confident they are, the more they will trust others. When the Xiongnu people thought about coming, their military ministers should announce to them a good way to survive the winter.

So, I saw that Longcheng was full of Huns, raising the old and the young, riding horses, walking on foot, and rushing to the northwest corner.

The 150,000 young and young people in the headquarters gathered towards the center of the camp. If you look at it from the air, you can see the Huns rushing towards the central place like an ant tide.

At this time, the standing cavalry of the Huns was already lined up in a phalanx, waiting for the old and young to arrive one by one, but compared with the murderous and excited when they usually set out on the expedition, they were all lamenting and sighing like defeated hens.

"Da Dan Yu has an order, and he went to the Western Regions to grab grain and grass for us to survive the winter. Now the old and the young, the young, the young, the women stand apart! Waiting for a large order is to count the number of people and rations. A simple high platform, a loud voice and a simple rolled up megaphone to read the commanders of the military minister Shan Yu, and the knights all over the surrounding area are layers of the generals and ministers Shan Yu's passwords are conveyed to the distance.

According to the support of their hearts, they stood one after another, and even those who had doubts or faintly felt that something was wrong stood under the knight's whip in two piles: old men and young children, women, and young and strong.

Some of the nobles of the Xiongnu patrolled the crowd, constantly pulling out older women and young and sick young people and young children to make them stand in the ranks of the elderly.

The Xiongnu were going to carry out a great purge, leaving only useful people to survive. The elderly, the elderly women who could not give birth, the thin, sick youth, the young children, these who were useless for the future of the Xiongnu had to die!

The news of the Great Purge did not spread in advance, and even the knights who received the order to drive away the useless people of the Huns only vaguely guessed that this had happened. But who would dare to say it! What's more, it's just a guess on your own, say it? Do you want to mix up in the Huns of survival of the fittest in the future?!

After some deception and deception, the Huns who were to be purged were separated, gathered together, and sent troops to surround them.

The Great Purge, which can also be described as the Holocaust. Although this incident happened several times in the short history of the Xiongnu when the Han Kingdom was still the Han Empire, it was buried by the history of transit at that time, and only most of the nobles faintly knew about it. Civilians, civilians without inheritance, in the Xiongnu who have no books to record history, where will they know those things that make the Xiongnu ashamed!

The 'chosen' people who were surrounded in the middle at this moment were a little suspicious, but they did not doubt it. Because their military ministers Da Shan Yu and the left and right Xian kings, the left and right Gu Li kings, the left and right generals and other Xiongnu nobles lined up in front of the battle, as if they really wanted to announce something earth-shattering. These nobles they respected would not do things that they had never thought of.

However, in the disbelief of all the Huns present, the military minister Shan Yu suddenly dismounted and knelt in front of this piece of "chosen" people.

"O great wolf god! This autumn, the Great Xiongnu were defeated by the Yumen Fortress of the Han Kingdom, and many warriors were killed and wounded, and the horses, cattle and sheep were also plundered by the mongrels who betrayed the wolf god of the damned Southern Xiongnu. We don't have enough food and grass to survive the winter! ”

Think about it, although they have never breached the Yumen Fortress over the years, but the Han people not only live behind the Yumen Fortress, but also have many small countries in the Southern Xiongnu and the Western Regions around, and there is a lot of grain and grass to fight the autumn wind, and their lives are really not worried about food and clothing.

But think about this year, there is not much food and grass, and you can only rely on killing the useless Huns to obtain hope for the future, what a kind of desolate irony!

The more he thought about it, the more sad the military minister Shan Yu became, and he cried even more.

"The Great Huns, in order for the inheritance of the wolf god to be passed on, and the great Huns to dominate the world, please call my great Huns." A prayer is prayed without the slightest description of the word 'kill' or related words. That's a military minister who can't say anything! He is a failed Shan Yu, if the Xiongnu can still win a big victory in the future, this massacre may be able to be covered up by history and become his proud work, if it declines because of this, he is the only Shan Yu who has been nailed to the pillar of shame of the Xiongnu for generations!

After crying bitterly, the military minister Shan Yu, who felt a little less guilty in his heart. He stood up, shook the snowflakes on his body, clenched the golden battle in his hand, walked to the simple platform behind the army, and quietly looked at his heroic knights. And his own warriors also quietly watched their beloved Da Danyu waiting for his lecture.

This kind of scene is very familiar to the military minister Shan Yu, and he doesn't know how many times he has lectured. At that time, the army was gathered, the men were like dragons, the horses were like tigers, the momentum was like rainbows, and the murderous spirit was soaring, and wherever his scepter pointed, there would be earth-shattering slaughter and fruitful results.

But now, it is still a precept, but it is not to encourage morale and motivate the morale of the army, but to tell them that for the sake of the future of the Great Huns, they have to kill these old and weak.

How to say this!

But he couldn't say it anymore, he knew that he also had to give this order, because he was a Xiongnu Shan Yu, not an ordinary Xiongnu herdsman who was worried about life and death!

The military minister Shan Yu's nose was pantothenic, his eyes were red, and he really wanted to hold his head and cry, but as Shan Yu, not only could he not cry, but he also had to harden his heart and give an order to die: "The Great Huns can only take revenge if they survive this food crisis!" In order to rise on this grassland again! Only by surviving the Great Huns can the Great Huns survive forever! Only by surviving the Great Huns will the pastoral songs of the Great Huns be sung on the desert! ”

That's a good saying, but how do you get through it? The herdsmen of the Xiongnu poked their heads one after another, ready to listen to the good strategy of the military minister Shan Yu.

After a pause, the military ministers who had to clench their teeth jumped out of their mouths word by word: "The great wolf god will take away useless old people, women, and children, and you don't have to go hungry anymore!" ”

Slaughter? At the thought of this terrible thought, everyone who was divided into the old people below was stunned. Then each of them began to behave in their own way.

Most of the unwilling crowd began to rush towards the warriors who rode around them, and some of them sat in place as if they were resigned to their fate and waited for death to come.

"Kill~, for the wolf god!" The roaring military minister Shan Yu seemed to have exhausted his last strength, and fell to the ground after shouting, but at this time, he did not complain about his weakness.

"Kill~" The nobles standing behind the knights also did not hesitate to urge their warriors to attack and kill the people!

As soon as the order was given, the massacre began. The soldiers who were originally on standby, patted their horses, brandished their scimitars, and rushed towards the old and weak without the slightest pity.

Their riding skills are still so skillful, and the swords are shining, splashing large snowflakes, and they are a spectacle. However, the scimitars in their hands seemed to be very heavy at this moment, and it took them for a long time to pass through many people before they would swing them fiercely. Although the knights were reluctant, they had to do it, because they also understood the truth, resentment! Just blame that damn Yannanhou for cutting off our food channel!

Every time the scimitar falls, a human head will rise to the sky, bringing out a bloody flower~

Gradually, the snow around me seemed to be about to melt away, and that was because the hot blood was not enough for the entire camp!

The running Huns sometimes ran into their relatives and friends. Although it is said that the Huns are cheap and old, it does not mean that they can attack their relatives and friends!

At this time, the knight watching from the side would quickly cut through the mess for the man and solve his worries. In the same way, he had worries that the person who had just hesitated needed to solve them for him.

And so, from noon to sunset. Throughout the afternoon, the Huns, who had exchanged and killed their own relatives, gradually slaughtered all the useless people in the middle.

Waiting for the screams to gradually subside, the center of the Hun camp has already been filled with corpses and stained red!

"Woo~" I don't know who started to fall off the horse, and I sobbed first, causing sobs to be heard one after another. So much so that the entire battalion sobbed.

The warriors on the grassland, who threw themselves on the corpses of their dead relatives or knelt blindly, all kowtowed to the bodies of the victims with tears in their eyes. If Meng Jiangnu's cry can cry down the Great Wall, then the cry of the Huns is afraid that it will shock the sky at this moment, right?

However, the slaughter was not over. Looking at the hoarse military minister Shan Yu, the nobles of the various tribes said with sad faces: "Let's go back immediately and start the purge!" ”。

This winter, the steppe, not peaceful!