Chapter 396: The Trump Card

"Kill ......"

In this cool spring and hot summer, a loud voice "kill ......" echoes everywhere on the entire grassland

Whether it is the Huns, or the Han and the allied forces of various ethnic groups, the only thing they can do is one word "kill".

Since Xu Haifeng announced in public that the army of the Han Dynasty had never touched the heart of the grassland, the whole situation seemed to have changed drastically overnight.

For hundreds of years, the various tribes of the steppe who have been living under the authority of the Huns have finally truly united.

They have exerted a power far beyond anyone could have imagined.

Before Xu Haifeng and the patriarchs of the four tribes set off, they issued a joint statement, except for the Han people, all the territory of the Huns, whoever fights down will be whoever's.

In the eyes of people of all races, who are full of endless thirst for land, this decoy exudes an irresistible appeal. They, who had been resentful of the Xiongnu for hundreds of years, finally broke out completely.

The Huns, who occupy more than half of the fertile grasslands of the entire steppe, have finally tasted the greatest evil in history today.

They were saddened to find that the unusually obedient and small peoples who had previously behaved before them had suddenly changed and become unstoppable.

Almost from the spring, the wave of attacks on the Huns everywhere did not stop.

Every day, there will be countless urgent documents, presented on the table of Mao Dun Shan Yu.

The soldiers of the Huns can no longer be sent, they take care of one thing and the other, and they no longer have the mobility and flexibility of the past.

It seemed as if overnight, the whole prairie had become hostile to them.

The Huns have always had the absolute upper hand in the war with the Han people, and the biggest reason is that because of their dexterity, their cavalry is unparalleled in the world, and they can constantly harass the frontiers and people of the Han people.

They come and go like the wind, forever occupying the active position.

However, this time, the whole situation was reversed, and in front of them, except for their own people, they were all enemies.

These enemies, the same people who grew up on horseback, were by no means inferior to the Huns in terms of combat effectiveness or mobility.

Three months, a full three months have passed, the grassland is full of bloody storms, I don't know how many Huns have been lying forever in the place where they grew up, and I don't know how many weak and small ethnic groups have lost their inheritance forever.

The 200,000 army of the Han people has lost 50,000, and the remnants of the more than 100,000 allied troops of the four ethnic groups are less than 60%. More than half of the 100,000 warriors of dozens of small ethnic groups, large and small, have already lay down.

However, they have achieved extremely brilliant and proud results, and in three months, the number of Huns of more than 500,000 has been sharply reduced by 300,000.

"Kill ......"

This is the only slogan on both sides, whether they surrender or not, all the men and boys who are higher than the wheel of the car have only one way to die.

The two sides have formed a real blood feud, there is no way out, they are already arrows from the string, only go all out, either win or destroy all.

In the past three months, countless materials have been continuously sent into the prairie from the territory of the Han Dynasty, and Xu Haifeng and others have been able to achieve such outstanding results, which is inseparable from the strong logistics ability of the Han Dynasty and the sleepless patrol and escort of the four clan alliances.

What surprised everyone even more was that most of these burdens were from the hands of the Cheng family in the south.

Whatever their intentions were, it was true that these valuable baggage had been transported all the way from the south.

It is precisely because of these things that Xu Haifeng and others can let go of everything, have no worries, and go all out to face the battle.

As the army deepened, the battle became more and more intense. Until half a month ago, Xu Haifeng's Han army finally came to the last line of defense of the Huns, Xijing.

"My lord, here we go again." Jiang Kongming looked at the mess on the city wall and said lightly.

Xu Haifeng's eyes seemed to have too many memories, he sighed softly, and said, "Yes, we are finally back." This time, though, instead of offering the princess with both hands, we came as conquerors. ”

"The Huns are still so tenacious." Jiang Kongming sighed: "It's been three months, and we haven't even wiped out the Huns." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Razing is always our last resort, and tomorrow, we will order a dead attack on all fronts. Hmph, I don't believe that Xijing City is really impregnable. ”

Xu Haifeng nodded, he turned his head to look at the south, and was silent in thought.

His strange attitude immediately caught Jiang Kongming's attention: "Lord, what's wrong?" ”

Xu Haifeng forced a laugh and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly had a hint of foreboding." ”

Jiang Kongming's face changed, and he said: "The lord is not an ordinary person, if you feel it, you must feel it, could it be that something really happened in the south?" ”

At this moment, there was a flower in front of their eyes at the same time, and even Xu Haifeng couldn't catch that figure with his own eyes.

"Monkey kids?"

The monkey child grinned, took out a secret letter from his arms, and handed it to Xu Haifeng.

Xu Haifeng tore it open casually, and when he looked closely, his whole face suddenly became difficult to look at.

Jiang Kongming took a look, his face also changed greatly, and he muttered: "Qilin Legion? Prince Liu Zhengqi? It turns out that this is the trump card of the Cheng family. ”

"Withdraw?"

"Nope." Jiang Kongming sharply dissuaded: "The Cheng family sent so much baggage, just to let me wait for the Huns to fight and lose, so that I have no time to take care of it." Now, his goal has clearly been achieved. "Jiang Kongming said in a mournful voice: 'We can't go, and if we go, the army will be defeated.'"

"So what is the Master of the Military Division going to do?"

"Tomorrow, let's fight to the death tomorrow." Jiang Kongming said in a deep voice, Xu Haifeng looked at his back, but Jiang Kongming's gaze stayed on the city wall, and he muttered: "Tomorrow, I will have no reservations." ”

Xu Haifeng's body was shocked, and he suddenly thought of a weapon, a weapon that had never been made public in front of the world.

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Xijing City, inside the Imperial Palace.

Maudun's once strong body was now as scrawny, and he lay weakly on the dragon bed.

No one knew that the supreme leader of the Huns, as early as a month ago, was already terminally ill and in danger.

It's just that he has been holding on to himself, refusing to close his eyes at this moment.

"Shan Yu ......" Hami's temples have also been dyed with a layer of hoarfrost, this year, the power of the Xiongnu has turned from prosperity to decline, and it has been defeated so quickly, so urgently, it is enough to make him exhausted.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in Mao Dun's eyes, he opened his eyes, and asked, "National Teacher, do we still have any hope of victory?" ”

Hamishorn was about to persuade him, but he heard his weak voice ringing in his ears: "You and I have been friends for decades, don't lie to me." ”

The teeth of the mouth were gripped together, and Hami finally said, "We lost." ”

As if he had exhaled a breath and let go of his thoughts, Mao Dun's eyes were closed, and he said softly, "Are the children of the north ready?" ”

"Yes, ten thousand warriors are all strong under thirty years old, and ten thousand children over ten years old are cared for by a thousand women. They have rushed to the desert mouth in the north. ”

"They...... Can you live in the desert? ”

"Yes." Hami stabbed heavily, his voice as condensed as Mount Tai, since the moment he was born, it was this word that was the most difficult to say, but also the most affirmative.

"We, the Huns, are the most ruthless and tolerant people, and they will definitely be able to cross the desert and continue our lives."

"Really? That's good. Mao Dun's voice seemed to have a slight haze: "National teacher, did you say that we did something wrong when we went south?" ”

His voice grew lower and lower, and finally, gradually, it was inaudible.

A mist rose in Hami's piercing eyes, and his thoughts returned to the years when the wolf smoke was everywhere, the young and vigorous Mao Dun, the Mao Dun who was in the great treasure, the high-spirited Mao Dun, and the ...... now Mao Dun, who had already taken his last breath.

"Father's ......"

A wail sounded from behind him, and Hamithorn looked back to see a sturdy young man in an imperial robe, screaming in panic. His eyes and nose are very similar to Mao Dun's, and he is the brother of Haji, the only surviving son of the Xiongnu King Shuoguo.

Behind him, there is a bracket eagle with a look of concern.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

The deafening sound of drums came from afar, and in an instant, the shouts of killing reached a supreme point.

"What to do? What to do? The young man exclaimed, bewildered.

Hami's eyes suddenly appeared a very strange color, he stood up, gently hugged the body on the bed that had become colder, and said in a soft voice: "Old friend, I'm sorry, when I go to hell, I will definitely be at your disposal." ”

He stood up and came to the young man's side.

"National teacher, what should I do......?"

His voice stopped abruptly, a sharp dagger pierced his chest, and he fell weakly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"National Teacher ......" Kuo Baying roared, picked up the young man on the ground, raised his eyes and glared at Hamithorn: "You, why?" ”

"He doesn't deserve it."

"What?"

"Kitty Eagle, the Han are attacking the city again, and we can't hold it."

Kubaying opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"In the north, there is our hope, Ha Li is there, you go, from now on, you are the king of the Huns, take them through the desert, and continue your bloodline."

"National Teacher, ...... you"

"The hope of the Huns cannot be put in the hands of a coward, this is the portable golden sword of Shan Yu in the past dynasties, hold it, and Ha Li will assist you."

Hamithorn turned his head to look at Mao Dun on the dragon bed again, and said softly in his mouth, "You...... Don't let me down. With that, he turned abruptly and strode away.

Holding the golden sword in his hand, he looked at the clan brother who had no trace of anger in his arms.

Suddenly, I heard the high-pitched voice of Hamithorn: "Pick up the blade and go up to the city wall." ”