Touman was defeated, and he was defeated.

In the slogan that the Huns did not fight the Huns, they were knocked out and tied up by the two tribal leaders of Lao Zhong and Tusha, and sent to the prince of Maodun.

The two of them, who had experienced the defeat of Gao Que firsthand, knew better than all the other tribal leaders how powerful Prince Maudun really was in his hands.

In the first battle of Gaoque, the two reviewed afterwards and judged that 40,000 Gaoque Xiongnu were killed or wounded at least 17,000.

In this era when more than 30% of the dead and wounded still have the will to fight, and fleeing without rout is the elite. More than forty percent of those killed are still fighting bravely, this is the elite of the elite.

However, in terms of combat power alone, where can those people be called elite, even the ordinary soldiers of the big tribe can't compare.

But, that's what makes it scary.

The combat power is low, but the desire to fight can be trained to be so strong.

The combat power is high, and the desire to fight is so strong, Lao Sha and on the way can't believe how many dead and wounded the black armor army that followed behind to cover up before it collapsed.

Fifty percent? Sixty percent? Or seventy percent? Or like the ancient Jiuli clan who followed Chiyou to fight the Yellow Emperor in the legend, they fought to the last man.

One person is desperate, and ten husbands are invincible.

The Black Armor Army, which already has an advantage in equipment, individual soldiers, and battle formations, plus the will to fight without fear of death.

With such a powerful army in the hands of Prince Maudun, why should it be an enemy?

It is necessary for Prince Maodun to lead our Xiongnu to prosperity and destroy Donghu, Yueshi, and Wusun...... Isn't it good to dominate the desert?

Prince Maudun said that the Huns did not fight the Huns.

Prince Maudun also said that those who descend will not be killed.

The Black Armor Army in front of him, who didn't know how to fight with it, plus the troops of Gaoque City, plus the forces of the royal court that had already controlled them.

The prince has so many troops and is so powerful, then he is not a prince, it is our Xiongnu's Shan Yu!

Desert, yellow sand.

Head Man, Maudun.

The father and son reunited for the first time after Mao Dun went to the Yue Clan.

Witnessed by many tribal leaders, and under the friendly eyes of Liu Bang, who was smiling beside him, Prince Maudun pulled out his father's scimitar and stabbed it at his father, who was still in a coma.

Mao Dun held his father in one hand, and stabbed his father in the left chest with a scimitar in the other, without a handle.

The sharp blade pierced through his heart, and Touman's heart ached, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Zeng was the most proud, thinking that the next son of Shan Yu was close at hand, there was no joy of victory on his face, and there was deep sadness hidden between his eyebrows.

He lowered his head and looked at the scimitar that was still stuck in his body and had not been drawn, it was the scimitar he was most familiar with.

He had used this scimitar to cut off the head of his best brother, Weng Hu, and had just stabbed to death the people who dared to shoot arrows at his favorite and favorite son.

And now, is it his turn? Is he going to die under this scimitar?

The first to unify the Xiongnu, in a sense, the hero whose merits are not inferior to the first emperor moved his head with difficulty, and looked at the group of black-armored soldiers from the side of his son's head.

He saw the banter in the eyes of the smiling general, and the peace of mind in the eyes of the white-haired veteran.

This Shan Yu used the little time he had left to sweep the faces of those black armorers as much as he could.

He saw too many feelings, but he didn't see the one he wanted to see—awe.

The thousands of black-armored soldiers standing behind his son looked at his son in their eyes, but there was no awe.

This invincible black-armored army, which he did not dare to attack with four times the strength, was not owned by his son at all......

He was so angry that he struggled to put his hand on his son's shoulder, lowered his head, and spoke like a mosquito.

"Mao Dun, you deserve to be my bravest son, this is the last time that Father will help you."

The male lion, who knew the end of the road, suddenly turned around, reversed his position with his son, turned his back to the black armor, and faced the Huns.

With the last of his strength, he pushed his son away, pushed his son who had killed him into the Hun army, and let out a final roar.

"Xiongnu Xing, King Maodun!"

The scimitar that wanted to kill Touman and maintain Touman's last life was pulled out, and the blood on Touman's chest shot three feet, falling on this battlefield full of bloodstains, without the slightest conspicuousness.

The sound of whizzing arrows breaking through the air sounded, and countless sharp arrows were shot from the Black Armor Army towards Prince Maudun, who had always been the leader of the Black Armor Army in the eyes of the Hun army, but was blocked by the tiger's back and tall Touman.

Touman was like a hedgehog that had become a spirit, with those thorns that had been trembling and increasing, and when he closed his eyes, he stared.

His son, Mao Dun, had already run into the Hun army.

The last thing he promised to do for his son had been done.

The arrows were still accumulating, and the ever-increasing force shot down the soulless body of Xiong Wu.

A generation of male masters, the head man smashed his face on the ground, and when he died, he didn't even have a front.

Losing the meat shield, the follow-up arrows continued to unfinished their mission, and were all blocked by the Hun warriors holding shields.

Holding his father's blood-stained scimitar, he stood among the leaders of many large tribes, surrounded by tens of thousands of Hun warriors.

Maudun was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived, and his face was full of excitement and he opened his mouth to shout.

"Tsk."

There was an extremely subtle sound of lips smashing in his ears, so close that he thought it was a hallucination.

He didn't care about this, where did he care about such minutiae at such a critical juncture?

He had to quickly tell the leaders of these big tribes around him that he was held hostage, and that the black-armored troops on the opposite side were not in his hands, and they were the enemies of the entire Huns.

He shouted as hard as he could, but all he could hear was a loud voice.

There was a thick smell of blood in his mouth, ten times stronger than the smell of blood that he had long been accustomed to on the battlefield, as if he had taken a sip of blood.

Soon, a sharp pain in his neck that delayed made him realize that he had indeed drunk it, and it was his own blood.

He touched his neck in disbelief, and it felt sticky to the touch.

When you hold it up in front of you, it's full of scarlet.

"Amazing ......"

He opened his mouth wide and shouted unwillingly, but he couldn't make a single voice when his trachea was cut.

He had already waited for his opportunity, and he would soon become the Shan Yu of the Huns.

His grand blueprint hasn't been unfolded yet, how could he die?

He waved his arms, staggered forward, and fell unwillingly on the yellow sand, no more than ten steps away from his father.

These ten steps are the royal steps created for Touman with his own shield and his life.

He walked over, but he couldn't stand still.

"Dog's guts! Dare to kill Shan Yu! ”

At some point, the man standing next to Prince Maudun kicked Prince Maudun's body hard, his voice and face full of anger.

He was dressed in a fur coat and his face was full of anger.

The dagger in his hand is cold, and he does not get blood on it.

Chang'an Junfu has a number of doormen, reckless man, and Jing Ke.

The Hun soldiers around him reacted and rushed up to press him to the ground.

The veteran Wang Qi on the opposite side flashed sharply on his face, and gave an order.

Fan Hao took the lead, there was no horse under the crotch but it was faster than a horse, like a humanoid beast rushing into the Hun army formation, blocking the flight and saving Jing Ke.

The black armor army did not fall much, only four or five steps away from Fan Xu, and when Fan Xu caught Jing Ke, he stood beside Fan Xu and confronted those Hun soldiers.

The leaders of the great tribes showed a fierce light on their faces and quickly retreated.

"Kill!"

Whether it is Touman or Mao Dun, after becoming a single Yu, their status will not change in the slightest.

Mao Dun can fight too much, and they will recognize Mao Dun as a single Yu, which is very reasonable, this is the rule of the Huns.

Qin people, no!

How could the Qin people be the king of their Xiongnu!

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Liu Bang took a few steps to Fan Xu's shoulder, stood on it, and put a big horn to his mouth.

His internal force is surging, and he wants to increase the loudness.

Technology plus martial arts, the voice is fivefold.

"Prince Maudun is already on the holy mountain, with thorns on his back, waiting to plead Shan Yu. The prince of Maudun, who died in front of you, was a stand-in for paralysis. This stand-in dared to kill the prince's father, the crime was extremely heinous, and it was not a pity to die! The prince attaches the most importance to filial piety, and only thinks about cleaning up the enchantress, where will harm his life. ”

As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes, Liu Bang reached out and wiped it again, and there was a slight cry in his voice.

"Poor prince, seeing that father and son are about to get together, the ice is released, and now the achievements are falling short......"

The leader's retreat was still rapid, but a pair of eyes began to waver.

It's not like it's fake......

"If you don't believe it, let's go to the holy mountain to see it together, stop the sword soldiers for the time being, the Huns won't fight the Huns!"

The leader of a tribe suddenly blessed his heart, looked at Liu Bang's face that had no Xiongnu characteristics at all, and shouted loudly:

"You are all Qin faces, not Huns at all! Kill them for me! ”

Liu Bang's tears were not dry, and he shouted loudly with a loudspeaker:

"Prince Maodun said, is it not the Huns who look at the appearance, but the heart! You were born with the Huns, but before you find out the truth, you want your people to fight with us, which will consume the strength of the Huns, and you are not the heart of the Huns, but the heart of Qin! I see that you are from the Qin Kingdom! You want my Xiongnu to kill each other, and take the lives of my Xiongnu people to go to the King of Qin in exchange for the position of prince! I was born not a Hun minister, but I thought about the Huns and the prince. The eyes of the monarchs are as bright as the snow on the top of the holy mountain, and you and I know who is the real Huns! ”

A quarter of an hour later, the riots subsided.

The Black Armor Army and the Hun Army are clearly distinguished, but they go hand in hand.

Like two wide rivers, they are heading towards the Xiongnu Holy Mountain and the Wolf Juxu Mountain.

A few days later, before the two armies arrived at Wolf Juxu Mountain, they saw a fast horse galloping towards the army.

The man on it has a rough appearance, and he is three or four points similar to Touman, and it is none other than the prince of Maudun.

Prince Maudun jumped down impatiently before his horse stopped, staggered more than ten steps, and ran to the corpse of Tou Mandanyu, who was already a little stinking.

With tears in his eyes, he knelt on the ground and worshipped in the way of the Huns.

The moment he got up, the murderous aura was like a blowout!

"Who killed my father!"

Wolf Juxu Mountain.

Ying Cheng walked in front, and the veterans followed.

The veteran Wang Qi carried a thick branch as a trekking pole and followed closely behind Ying Chengcheng.

Along the way, the cold wind was howling, and Ying Chengcheng looked back several times, asking the panting veterans to go back, and it was not too late to come back to climb the mountain in the spring of next year.

The veterans shook their heads like rattles every time, but they didn't do it, and laughed and said:

"General, are you tired? Are the birds going to freeze? If you want to go down, go down quickly, our old bird is useless, your little bird is still of great use! ”

Ying Chengcheng scolded loudly for this group of veterans who were obviously frozen with purple faces and trembling teeth, but their words did not admit defeat at all.

"It's really the hardest mouth in the whole body!"

Finally, after a few hours, they stepped on the snow and stood on the top of the Wolf Juxu Mountain.

The sky here is high and far away, as if you can reach out and high-five the gods in the sky.

The air here is cold and fresh, without the usual smell of desert mud and sand, nor the smell of blood in today's desert.

"This is Wolf Juxu Mountain, and it doesn't look good."

"The Hun dog regards this as a holy mountain? You can't even see a bird on this mountain, Wang Twenty, you kid untie your crotch and add a bird to the holy mountain of the Hun dog. ”

Since becoming a family, he has lost the lively and jumpy Wang Tuo, and when he arrived in the mountains, he seemed to have found his cheapness again.

He was a young man and an old man, and he smiled cheaply, so he really dragged down his pants and opened the gate along the way to release water.

"Naigong not only added birds to them, but also added holy water to them!"

The veterans joined the ranks one after another, shouting and shouting to make a holy river for the Hun dogs.

Ying Chengcheng watched from the side, waiting for this group of veterans to mess around, and then quickly took them down the mountain.

It's approaching winter, and it's already snowing on Wolf Juxu Mountain, and it's really too cold here, which is extremely unfavorable to the health of this group of veterans, and the older they get, the more chilly they are.

He patted his head in annoyance.

Just thinking about learning Huo to get sick and seal the wolf Juxu, why didn't he expect that the first champion in history was in the desert in early spring, and the sun was slightly smoky when he ran to the wolf Juxu Mountain, which was as cold as now......

"General! Aren't you going to be able to? ”

"The general has to save the birds! Don't dare to leak! ”

"The general is just watching there, we won't laugh at you, hahaha!"

The veterans were gossiping and shouting.

They were no longer satisfied with simply giving the Hun dog holy water, and began to go farther than the holy water that they urinated on.

Ying Cheng sneered.

"What is Naigong's identity, what is your identity, and you are also worthy of competing with Naigong?"

Striding up the meteor, unbuttoning his pants as he went.

"Open your eyes to Naigong, what is the flying stream straight down 3,000 feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days!"

There was a lot of booing.

The veteran Wang Qi sat on the bare trunk of a tree, with his trekking pole in his hand, and coughed twice with his mouth covered.

"How nice it is to have a fire......"

The veteran muttered to himself, nostalgic for the fire that burned the Hun dogs.

He raised his head, and his eyebrows and eyes were no longer as sharp as before.

In the distance, the general's figure was as strong and full of vitality as it had been ten years ago.

And he ......

"Wu Anjun, I'm here to plead guilty.

"I don't know if the birdman Meng Fu has excused him.

"Alas, I hope this birdman doesn't say anything about Chang'anjun, or I won't have anything to say......"

The veteran muttered to himself, his voice no longer like thunder.

Reading and reading, he closed his eyes and tilted his head.