Smoke and dust filled the air.

A gust of wind swept by, blowing vigorously for hundreds of miles without stopping.

The Hun cavalry, who ate and slept with the war horses and treated the war horses like family, gritted their teeth and used the strength that they could not sprint on their wives, and hit their family members in the abdomen with the heels of their shoes.

The horses galloped in pain, and as usual, responded to their master's commands with great speed - as long as they ran, the master would not kick them in the stomach.

They are getting faster and faster, and their hooves are flying.

The goshawk in the blue sky struggled to flap its wings, but it couldn't fly the horses on the ground.

It twisted its head and watched as the horses drifted away with the smoke and dust.

The dust that had dispersed blocked its view, and it flapped its wings in an arc, away from the horse's passes, and flew through the ground in search of hares.

The three thousand war horses ran out of the speed of the goshawk, but the pain in the abdomen became more and more painful. Their owners are still kicking and giving them orders to speed up.

So, they had no choice but to continue galloping.

Just run, run...... The first warhorse bent its front legs and fell to the ground, and the prince of the hill tribe on the horse was thrown away and fell twenty paces in front of the warhorse.

"Ahh

The tower-like man had a galloping horse reflected in his eyes, and he shouted in fear that he could not utter a complete sentence.

Soon, the follow-up cavalry, like the most violent wave, flooded the hills......

"Ahh

Hill closed his eyes and screamed, it was the only thing he could do before he died.

"Shut up!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! ”

A heavy mouth slapped on the hill's face, knocking back all his unconscious howls.

When Hill opened his eyes, he saw that the green tendons on the neck of Prince Maudun, whom he despised bulged like earthworms, raised his head, raised his scimitar, and shouted at the top of his voice.

But the deafening sound in the ears of the hills could only be heard by him, and by the cavalry of the prince who was close to him.

The other Huns only heard the sound of the howling wind and the extremely vague human voices.

The Hun cavalry who fled for their lives, where would anyone listen carefully?

The guards who heard the orders of Prince Maudun clearly, and the princes of several large tribes who were close did not dare to slow down their horses.

The whole cavalry was extremely fast, and the consequence of their slowing down was that they were caught up by the horses behind them, trampled to death, and became fertilizer for the lush green grass.

"This won't work!"

Maudun was anxious and grabbed the hill he had placed on horseback.

"Hills! You control the horse! ”

Although the strong man who reacted was still a little weak all over, he immediately straddled the horse and pulled the reins with both hands.

For the Huns, who have been with horses since childhood, there is no difference between riding a horse and running and jumping.

Mao Dun put his hands on the shoulders of the hills, and with a strong support, the whole person rose into the air, standing on the back of the horse, not to mention, it was still safe and steady, as if standing on the flat ground!

And that's not all.

Mao Dun let go, fixed his body completely with his feet, turned around on his galloping warhorse, faced the Hun cavalry behind him, took his arms as two flags, waved them in a specific way, and shouted loudly.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! ”

This difficult and dangerous action has a very good effect.

As long as he is not blind, no one can ignore Prince Maudun standing on horseback. Even if you can't hear the prince's voice, you can see the prince's gestures.

This is the flag word, which means to stop.

The Hun cavalry, which was running at high speed, originally relied on the command of the banners held high.

The Hun cavalry's kicking and beating of the horse's belly stopped, and instead tightened the reins of the horse.

The smoke and dust brought up by the horses became smaller and smaller, and when the smoke and dust were completely gone, the out-of-control cavalry team finally stopped.

The middle of the day is early, and the sunset is approaching.

The oval-shaped sunset gilded the cavalry with a layer of orange, but it could not transmit this layer of warmth from the skin to the heart.

A group of Huns sat on the ground, their blank faces still showing ferocity.

From time to time, they have to look back uncontrollably, eyes with fear in front of them.

It is not until I see the green and yellow grass that it is empty, and then I will silently look back, and then after a while, I will look back again and continue to look.

The line between life and death, the real line between life and death.

Most of the cavalry were composed of princes of various tribes, and they had never been so close to death.

Maudon patrolled from the front of the resting group to the back of the group.

When he came out, there were three thousand horses, but now there are only two thousand eight hundred and ninety-one, and two thousand eight hundred and ninety horses.

Engaged the group of black-armored Qin troops, they suffered no casualties.

was let go by the black-armored Qin army, and on the way to escape, one hundred and ten war horses were planted, and one hundred and nine people were broken.

Maudun saw that the hooves of each war horse were stained with flesh and blood, and there were deep marks on the belly of each war horse.

And sitting next to the war horse, those Hun elite horsemen who were supposed to be warriors looked uneasy, with a dejected face, all like living dead.

This will not work.

Maudon took a deep breath.

And he gathered the remaining two thousand eight hundred and ninety-one together and sat around him on the floor.

He stood in the center, taller than everyone else, and smiled wryly.

"We're a failure, aren't we."

His voice was not loud, but in the desert so quiet that he could hear the leaves and grasses flying, it was enough for everyone who gathered around him to hear.

"There is a saying in the Central Plains, that is, anxious like a lost dog, and busy like a fish that has slipped through the net, which is what we are talking about.

"We fled with all our might, and for this we kicked to death a hundred and ten good horses, and broke a hundred and nine warriors.

"It's all my guilt."

No one answered.

A moment later, the only one who had fallen off his horse, and had been saved by Maudun, had not been crushed into mud by the horses' hooves, and his face was swollen and cried:

"This is Qin Dog's sin! What to do with the prince! ”

Maudon clutched at his oily hair with a painful face.

"How can you say that it has nothing to do with me?

"You are brought out by my Maodun, and you are the Yueshi who trusted me to come here.

"Before I left, I swore that I would bring each of you back, but now, there are one hundred and nine warriors, and they will never return......"

Mao Dun was speechless and choked.

The rest of the people were silent.

After the interjection of the hills, everyone knew that the death of a hundred or so people was not to be blamed on the prince of Maudun.

In the high-speed moving cavalry, the companion who landed on the ground is the most likely to be taken down, amazing strength, extraordinary courage, and indispensable to save people.

Prince Maudun passed by the hill and rescued the hill, and he was the only one who fell off his horse and was rescued.

Seeing that his companions were trampled to death and did not lend a hand, he was only worried that the next fallen war horse would not be under his crotch, what kind of face did he have to complain about Prince Maudun?

With mixed feelings, the wind around me seemed to be mocking.

"The dog of the Central Plains scolded me and insulted me, but I endured it, because I am your prince, and I will take you home. I want all of you to live more than the honor of the Warriors. ”

The Hun cavalry was stunned, looking at the prince who had been secretly scolded in their hearts for being cowardly just now.

Maudon pulled out his cutlass and rested it on his neck.

"Death is the easiest thing to do, just a swipe away, who can't do it? I also want to cut off the head of that Central Plains dog and die honorably, but I choose to take you to live in humiliation.

"We survived, but a hundred and nine brothers died. We weep for them, mourn in silence, let the goshawk bring mourning, and ask the sun and the moon to send mourning.

"And after that, we will carry their lives on our backs, remember the shame of today, live in humiliation, and strengthen ourselves. One day, we can avenge them and ourselves! ”

Putting down the scimitar, he gasped for breath and looked at the pair of sparkling eyes below.

"The whole army rested, set off in half an hour, and arrived at the Yue Clan's territory before dark."

Everyone responded and went their separate ways.

Pacify the horses, drink some water, and eat some dry food......

Half an hour later.

The cavalry representing the sincerity of the Huns' armistice set out again, and Mao Dun looked back at the way he came, his face was hideous, and he wanted to eat raw and weak, and the word shame was written in each of his eyebrows.

Mr. Page, is this the divisive plan you told me?

You don't know that I don't want to be Zuo Tuqi because I am not old enough, not because my father does not allow it.

Today's humiliation, Mao Dun has written down!

You have to wait for me to come back, don't die in the desert!

…………

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

The deafening sound sounded out, giving this already desperate little tribe a glimmer of hope.

They put down their scimitars, threw away their bows and arrows, and hammers, sticks, hooks, and everything that seemed to be weapons, and fell to their knees empty-handed.

begged these notorious black-armored Qin troops among the Xiongnu not to harm their lives.

This small tribe is called the Black Stone Tribe, and the number of people together is only more than 300 people, which is the smallest tribe of the Xiongnu, and may be annexed at any time.

The Xiongnu who were beaten by Meng Tian took the initiative to move north, and many large tribes moved to the vicinity of Wolf Juxu Mountain in the depths of the desert.

What remained on the periphery of the Yinshan Mountain Range were these small tribes that were dying out every month.

They are soft-spoken, and their lives are like weeds in the desert. No one knows when you open, no one asks when you die, and you have been trampled under your feet all your life.

"You're lucky! The general wants to find you a more fertile pasture! Go back and bring everything you can! Naigong is taking you on a migration! ”

Wang Twenty, the commander of the 20th battalion of the gluttonous army, called out his horse.

The people of the Black Stone tribe looked at each other with a look of fear, and where the rumors passed, the Qin army, which was old and young, not only did not kill them, but wanted to take them to a more fertile pasture?

"Where is the general taking us?"

The leader of the Black Stone tribe asked with his teeth chattering, in Xiongnu language.

Wang Nian's brows furrowed when he heard this, and his face was impatient, he didn't understand.

and the accompanying translator around him muttered again, and Wang Jie knew what the more noble Hun in front of him was talking about.

Immediately dial the horse.

"Naigong has said that it is a more fertile pasture. Didn't you understand what Naigong said? Still unwilling to go with Naigong? ”

Wang Jie smiled fiercely, held a spear on his horse, and borrowed strength from his waist, and a shot pierced through the abdomen of the leader of the Black Stone Tribe, castration continued, and it was half a foot deep in the soil.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe, who was pinned to the ground, held the spear in both hands, and tried to pull it out but had no strength. He howled in pain, blood flowing from the barrel of his gun.

"If you don't want to do it, accompany your leader to die!"

The members of the Blackstone tribe looked at the leader's face pale, and many children who were less than three feet tall howled and cried.

Several of them screamed as they ran towards the Blackstone leader, and were dragged back to the vault by their father and mother, holding them in their arms, covering their mouths.

Soon, all the people of this tribe were leading cattle and sheep, ready to migrate with this vicious Qin army.

Sunset.

Wang Twenty wore a war armor and rode a war horse, driving the Black Stone tribe towards Gaoque.

"It's not cool, it's not cool to play in Handan.

"Forget it, what does the general want these Hun dogs to do, what is this going to do."

Wang Jie chattered and sighed, longing for a hearty fight, instead of driving this group of Hun dogs to Gaoque like the herdsmen.

He turned around and spat heavily in the face of a Hun man.

The man hurriedly lowered his head and let the spit run down his face, without even wiping it.

Wang Jie was angry and scolded non-stop.

"What a soft egg! Birdman! I swore to the death! ”

Suddenly, a man jumped off his horse, stretched out his hand to wipe the spit from the Hun man's face, and apologized apologetically in the Hun language.

The spitting Hun man looked panicked and apologized in Hun language one after another, as if he had spit on the face of the vaulter.

The vaulter looked at the back of Wang Twenty's head, who turned back with a weak heart, with a serious face.

"If you birdman deliberately look for trouble again, Naigong will report it and ask the general to send you as the battalion commander!"

After speaking, he no longer got on the horse, led the horse and walked with the escorted Huns, and chatted with the Huns in Xiongnu language.

The king who was riding in front of him snorted again and cursed in a low voice.

"Damn commissar!"

In the desert in the northwest, there are still ninety-nine teams like the 20 battalions of the former army led by Wang Twenty.

50,000 people, a total of 100 battalions, most of them spread out, and searched horizontally in a horizontal carpet search in the 700 miles and 50 miles away from Meng Tian.

When encountering a small Xiongnu tribe, they attacked, and those who surrendered were not killed, and then drove these surrendered Xiongnu back, and took away all the cattle, sheep, horses, grass, and demolished vaults, and it was best not to leave a single hair.

The gluttonous army drove these small tribes towards Gaoque, like piles of ants returning to the anthill.

These battalion commanders are all veterans who have fought with Ying Cheng, and they have a very high personality cult of Ying Cheng, and they have 100% trust in Ying Chengcheng in their hearts.

None of the battalion commanders knew what the general was doing, but most of them executed it very well.

There are only a few battalion commanders who have extremely strong personal ideas and have out-of-the-box or perverted personalities, and there are also political commissars who force these people not to act recklessly.

Gaoque Mountains, the old land of Gaoque City destroyed by Meng Tian.

Ying Chengcheng took her mother to wander, look at flowers and trees, catch birds and fish, and get close to nature.

Meng Wu on the right, and Kui on the back, stood together, looking at the mother and son who were laughing from the bottom of their hearts not far away, but they couldn't laugh at all.

Set up camp and rebuild Gaoque City.

Are you sure you're here to fight, not to live?