Grassland.

Endless grasslands.

The sky is vast, and the wilderness is vast; The wind blows the grass low, and the cattle and sheep are seen.

It was the height of summer, and Shan Yu, who was supposed to inspect the grassland, finally came to the Dragon City located in the south of the curtain.

May in the forest, the grassland event;

It is already a rare herdsman gathering area in the grassland, coupled with the arrival of the Jungle Conference, which makes the vicinity of Longcheng present a peaceful and peaceful scene.

- South of Dragon City, a grand rally is underway.

One by one, the Xiongnu warriors, with strips of cloth representing their tribes tied on their shoulders, participated in various competitive activities.

There is archery, there is wrestling, there is horsebacking;

Warriors who participate in archery and wrestling will remove strips of cloth from their arms and tie them to their own arms as a medal to show their bravery.

In the crowd watching the event, there were also flags of each tribe;

Such as the antelope banner of the Aries Department;

the longbow banner of the Lou Fu Division;

The withered eagle banner of the Oriran department, etc.

And today, all the events are coming to an end, and the Huns have finally appeared outside the big tent under the tsunami-like shouts of thousands of Hun warriors······

"The plough is lonely! Hold the plow alone! Hold the plow alone!

”

In the midst of the shouts of 'support the plough is lonely', he walked out of the big tent and came to a high platform made of wooden planks;

On one side of the platform, there were numb-looking slaves, sturdyly tied to a stake, and allowed the shaman to perform a strange dance in front of them.

Walking up to the high platform, he didn't speak immediately, but turned around and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the rising sun.

At about the same time, the dances and drums of the shamans began to become more and more rapid, like war drums and death knells.

The plough, in the Xiongnu language, means "heaven" and "god";

And Gu Tu means 'son' and 'child'.

The literal translation of the plough is roughly the meaning of the gods.

At this moment, as the son of the gods, the Xiongnu is leading all the Huns present to worship the supreme god of the Xiongnu fundamentalist shamanism: the plow.

"The plough is lonely, and I have received God's will~"

"God wants more sacrifices~"

"More Yueshi Offerings~~~"

On the high platform, he still knelt on one knee, stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the sun;

Under the high platform, all the Huns present also knelt on the ground in the direction of the rising sun, but they did not stretch out their hands like Su Mao Dun, but buried their heads deeply, offering all their loyal ministers to the Hu Mao Dun on the high platform.

As for the shamans, in an inexplicably strange and sharp tone, they also stopped dancing after relaying the 'divine decree' they had received for the shamans;

Then, there were sharp small bone knives, which appeared in the hands of each shaman, and for the sacrifice on the side of the high platform, it happened to be a sacrifice, corresponding to a shaman priest holding a knife.

"You filthy slaves!"

"How dare you stand up to the people who support the plow?"

—Bear the wrath and baptism of the plow!

”

With a strange howl, the shamans raised their swords and quickly slashed the necks of the 'sacrifices';

Before the blood spurted out, the small priests on the side hurriedly stepped forward, pressed the sacrifices to their knees, and let the wooden trough in front of the 'sacrifices' be filled with hot blood.

After that, the 'sacrificers' were helped to their feet, and every inch of their skin was completely stripped of by the shaman priest in front of him who was wielding a bone knife and smiling grotesquely······

"Uh······"

"Ah·········h

The sound of a weak struggle did not interrupt this solemn ceremony, and in a short time, the 'sacrifice' had been unreservedly offered to the supreme plough by the shamans.

- A complete human skin, a wooden trough full of blood, and one after another 'skinless people' who have been drained of blood and plucked out of their skin, but still twitching from time to time······

"Hateful Yueshi people!

”

The sudden roar shocked the people around the high platform!

But when he saw that on the high platform, he had already stood up, facing the direction of the sacrifices, and roared angrily;

"The people of the Yue Clan, who are as despicable as vultures, have rekindled the anger of the plow!"

"Such a despicable person is not worthy to exist on the prairie under the gaze of the plough!

”

"This kind of tribe that betrays the grassland and betrays the plough does not deserve to own any pasture, any cattle and sheep!

”

With the high-pitched roar of filial piety, the panic on everyone's faces disappeared;

In its place, there is a kind of euphoria, madness, and, madness.

For they saw that the supreme Shan Yu was taking the longbow from the guard beside them, and then put a maddening sound on the string······

Stop~~~

A sharp whistle sounded, and the thousands of Huns present, just like werewolves on a full moon night, or mutants with the effects of the drug, instantly had scarlet eyes!

"Wherever the lonely sound of the plough sounds, the people of the plough rush to it!"

In an instant, Fang Cai knelt on the ground with great respect, and offered all his pious Huns to the gods, all of them turned into beasts!

Everyone blushed, panting, the corners of their foreheads were bruised, and their chests rose and fell violently!

It was in this frenzied atmosphere that the fingers pointed straight to the West······

"Plough people!"

"My warriors of the Great Huns!"

"-Follow your plough and kill every Yueshi person!

”

"Give every filthy slave with the blood of the Yue clan to the merciful plough!

”

With another shout, there was only one voice left between heaven and earth.

The plough is solitary;

The plough is lonely.

Hold the plough solitary ······

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At the end of the sacrificial ceremony, he returned to the big tent, and he had calmed down a lot more than he was;

But in the big tent, every gaze that looks at the smug is still full of fanaticism and unswerving loyalty!

There is no other reason;

For every Hun person, it is synonymous with 'God'!

Once upon a time, the Xiongnu were so weak, and the Xiongnu were so poor and hard;

In order to satisfy the greedy Donghu people, countless cattle, sheep, horses, and trees were pulled away under the reluctant gaze of the herdsmen;

Even Shan Yu's son, Mao Dun, could only be sent to the side of King Donghu, and his name was beautiful: to educate his son for Shan Yu, a Xiongnu.

Later, the previous generation of Shan Yu Yu became more and more old, and finally returned to the Huns.

That is, on the first day of returning to the tribe, Fang Cai's mythical Ming Di was shot by the scarf.

And the direction that Ming Di is pointing to is the Shan Yu big tent where the head man is located······

That night, the blood of the Huns flowed like a river;

That night, the Huns stayed awake all night;

On that day, the Huns were reborn.

- Kill your father!

In the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, this may be a great rebellion and a crime.

However, in the eyes of the steppe peoples, who strictly abide by the law of the jungle and whose living habits are almost the same as those of beasts, they are not father-killers and rebels;

It's the weak wolf pack named 'Huns', the new generation of wolf kings.

After learning of this, the overlord of the grassland, King Donghu, did not react much, but just sent people to congratulate Mao Dun on becoming a new generation of Xiongnu Shan Yu;

After that, it is a never-ending demand and squeezing.

Grassland, as long as it is close to the water source, can only be given to the Donghu people;

Cattle and sheep, as long as they are not breeding cattle or sheep, must also be sent to King Donghu.

Even the woman, even her beloved Yan family, Mao Dun endured the humiliation and personally sent it to the account of the king of Donghu.

Until that day;

It wasn't until the day when the black dragon flag that the grassland people heard the wind and didn't dare to pull their bows to each other, so they had to wipe the horse and flee north, and disappeared on the grassland, that the sound of the hammer was shot for the second time.

Every Hun remembers that day.

The day's scarcity was full of heroism;

The Hun warriors of that day were not afraid of death;

On that day, the tent of the king of Donghu was occupied by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Almost at the moment when the odds of victory increased from 'not at all' to 'only theoretically possible', the stinging sound shot towards the king of Donghu's royal tent!

And the Xiongnu tribes, which survived in the past and even suffered several catastrophes, officially embarked on the road of dominating the grassland with the sound of the sound.

Today, after the word 'Xiongnu', there is no need to follow the word 'ministry'.

Today's grassland, everyone, is a Huns!

Every tribe is a Hun tribe!

In other words: the steppe is the Xiongnu; The Xiongnu are the steppes.

- Except for Yue's.

In addition to the incomparably ignorant, he is still unwilling to put down his saber and offer his loyalty to the Yueshi ······

"The emperor of the Han people, really said that?"

The urn sounded angrily, and the smug suddenly stretched out his hand as if nothing had happened, cut off a piece of meat with a knife, put it in his mouth and chewed it;

It's just that the sharp eyes that seem to be able to see everything are staring at the nobleman who is wearing Hanfu but wearing a saber at his waist.

"That's exactly what I said."

"Xiao Wang's friend in the south of the Great Wall also said: The emperor of the Han people also plans to send some weapons to the Yueshi people, so as to help the Yueshi people and resist the lonely warriors who support the plow······"

Looking at the eyes, the tone was full of flattery, but the eyes were so deep that they couldn't see the Han nobles in their hearts, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but sneer.

This person has actually only known each other for a short time.

To be precise: it wasn't until the first generation of Donghu King Lu Juan died after the fiefdom given by Sulu Maodun that he didn't see the person in front of him until the following year.

- The crown prince of Lu Juan, the king of Yan and the king of Donghu of the Xiongnu: Lu Budo;

Regarding Lu Budo's rhetoric, he did not doubt him.

But the instinct of the 'Beastmaster' told the Beastmaster: this person can't be easily trusted······

"I see."

"King Donghu can go."

Without concealing his vigilance, he drove Lu Budo, the king of Donghu, out of the big tent, and his face finally swelled with a grim color.

"Ji Congee;"

A dull cry provoked the man on the side to hurry forward and respectfully kneel at the feet of the man.

"Emperor of the Han people, what do you think?"

As if he was taking an exam, he asked a question, and saw that the man named 'Ji Congee' raised his head with a light smile, and looked at his father's gaze, but it was full of infinite determination.

"I heard that the old emperor who died of the Han people had a total of eight sons;"

"The current little emperor is the most promising one among the eight sons of the old emperor."

"And the old emperor, the plough is lonely and has seen it······"

Hearing this, the porridge only groaned and nodded slowly, which was regarded as agreeing with the porridge's opinion.

"In this way, it's another Menghu?"

"Or the milk tiger, it's more appropriate."

As if to say something, he put down the knife in his hand, stood up with a gloomy face, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the tent.

After a long time, he finally turned around and handed over the Ming Di on his waist to the hands of the 'Ji Porridge' without warning.

"The Yue's people broke the rules of the grassland and colluded with the Han people in private, which is simply a loss for the face of the nomads!"

"I plan to personally lead the troops and bring back the head of the Yue Clan King."

As he spoke, he turned his head sideways, smiled sadly, and raised his head towards the smell of wine made of human heads in the tent.

"King Donghu, I'm afraid I've been a little lonely all these years;"

"Let the King of the Yue Clan stay by your side, so that the King of Donghu will no longer be so lonely?"

Hearing this, Ji Congee only smiled and nodded, and then took the Ming Di of Zhu Mao Dun with both hands, and then looked at Zhu Mao Dun with a serious face, and quietly waited for the next instructions.

But when he saw that he nodded with a smile, patted Ji Congee's shoulder, and put his hand on it.

"King Youxian is my uncle; Attacking the Yue clan is also the responsibility of the Right Xian King. ”

"Crusade against the King of the Yue Clan, I will take the Right Virtuous King with me."

"As for the Han people, we need Ji Congee to 'remind' the emperor of the Han people: how did the tiger get kicked and broken in front of the hooves of the Huns!"

"Hmmm······"

"Ji porridge can go to the clouds!"

"It's best to force the emperor of the Han people to take the initiative to fight the Huns with me, and send a few delicate princesses over."

Hearing this, Ji Congee did not hesitate at all, but knelt on the ground for the first time and kissed his toes heartily.

"Your Will ······"

Seeing that Ji Congee received the order, Ji Congee nodded with satisfaction, but it did not stop Ji Congee's excitement.

After a long time, when the porridge straightened up from the ground, he smiled and pulled the porridge over, sat down on the wooden throne wrapped in animal skins, and enjoyed the delicious food together.

——Shan Yu, the current Xiongnu Shan Yu, is the belief in the hearts of every steppe person!

And this man who was turned into 'Ji Porridge' by the Gang is the current Xiongnu Zuoxian King, who was called the 'Xiongnu Prince' by the Han people, and was called the legend of 'Lao Shangdan Yu' by later generations: Ji Ji Porridge······