Chapter 58: Going south in a big way

Longcheng, the holy land of the Xiongnu, and the burial place of the Shanyu in all dynasties, was originally a solemn and dignified place.

However, at this time, Longcheng not only did not have a solemn atmosphere, but was a stern and murderous place.

The mountains northwest of Longcheng are the burial place of Shanyu. At this moment, the 500,000 Xiongnu troops under the mountains are lined up in formation, one square after another, and at a glance, there is no end. This is the real sea of ​​people.

Instead of riding on the horse, the Hun soldiers stood beside the war horse, holding reins in hand, carrying bows and arrows, carrying scimitars on their waists, and looking straight ahead.

The gathering of the Huns' army was all riding on horseback. Today, there are not many people standing on the ground like this, but very few, so they can count them even with their fingers.

The reason for this is that here, the military minister Shanyu was going to hold a ceremony called the "Blood Oath".

The so-called blood oath is to swear to swear bloodily, and it will only be used unless there is a major crisis. Once the blood oath is used, the Huns will no longer advance if they win, and they will retreat if they are defeated. They can only advance without retreat.

This is the highest oath of the Huns. It has a sacred status in the minds of the Huns. They would rather die than violate it.

In the thousands of years of history of the Huns, there were only a handful of blood oaths. Even if Touman Shanyu defeated Meng Tian and lost more than 400,000 troops, he had never used it.

The reason why Junchen Shanyu wanted to use the blood oath was because he believed that the Han army was different now, with flexible tactics and changeable commands, which made him elusive and had three points of fear. In addition, the killing of Zuo Daduwei was very exciting to him. He thought that only by holding the blood oath could arouse the fighting spirit of the 500,000 army and defeat the Han army.

I have to say that his concerns make sense. The entire Zuo Daduwei was wiped out and even he himself was killed. This was a huge blow to the morale of the Huns.

Junchen Shanyu was naked, with only a fur covering his buttocks, and his white skin was exposed on his face. He kowtowed his head step by step, and his face was pious, as if he was a believer.

In front of him was a team of wizards holding golden witches, singing while walking, praying to the Kunlun God.

Behind Junchen Shanyu were a group of ministers, who were not as bare as Junchen Shanyu, but had a solemn face, and was as devout as those of Junchen Shanyu.

As the wizard chanted, Junchen Shanyu climbed up the stairs and slowly headed towards Maodun's grave.

After working hard, he came to the tomb of Maodun Shanyu. Maodun’s tomb was still the same as before. The majestic jade monument and the golden eagle that flapped its wings and soared into the sky all proved that Maodun was the greatest Chanyu of the Huns and a well-deserved hero in the minds of the Huns.

Junchen Shanyu knelt in front of Maodun's tomb, his forehead touched the ground, motionless, like a statue.

The ministers stood solemnly, quietly looking at the Junchen Shanyu, with the solemn expression on their faces even thicker.

The wizards sang and jumped. The Huns had few dance moves, and they were all jumped apart, with no creativity, and they finished dancing in a short while.

The oldest wizard is the leader of the wizard, named Ruo Houchan, who is the uncle of Junchen Shanyu and the younger brother of the old Shang Shanyu.

Ruo Houchan held a jade knife in his right hand and a golden bowl in his left hand. He came behind Junchen Shanyu and murmured for a while. The jade knife in his hand gently stroked across Junchen Shanyu's white skin. A shallow blood mark appeared, and Junchen Shanyu trembled slightly.

Ruo Houchan gently scraped the jade knife in his hand, and a ball of blood flowed into the golden bowl. He was very skillful in his movements and I don’t know how many times he had practiced.

The jade knife in his hand was cut and scraped again, and another ball of blood entered the golden bowl. This was repeated over and over again, and within a short while, scars appeared on Junchen Shanyu's back, and there was a large pool of blood in the golden bowl.

Ruohou Chan stopped and chanted and danced around the military minister Shanyu.

Ruo Hou Chan stood in front of Junchen Shanyu, Junchen Shanyu raised his head, Ruo Hou Chan's jade knife slashed heavily on Junchen Shanyu's forehead, and a long wound appeared, and blood poured out like water and flowed into the golden bowl.

Ruo Houchan brought a golden bowl to the front of the ministers. The jade knife in his hand slashed the forehead of a minister, and a long wound appeared, and blood flowed out, and then he followed it with the golden bowl. Then, he cut his foreheads one by one, and finally came to Zhongchang Shuo and looked at Zhongchang Shuo.

The Bank of China said that it lifted the hair in front of its forehead and said in fear and trepidation: "I am willing to offer blood to the Great Chanyu!"

"Han Dog!" Ruo Houchan broke his mouth with disdain, his eyes cold, and fell on Zhongxing, as if he was looking at a dead dog: "You are a Han Chinese, not a pure-bred Hun. Your blood is dirty and not worthy of offering it to the great Maodun Shanyu!"

"Han Dog!"

Many ministers tugged at the corners of their mouths and started to ridicule.

The Bank of China said that the hot face was covered with cold butt, and it was frozen in the local area, making a sound. Suddenly, his hands covered his chest again, and his heartache became sick again, and cold sweats on his face kept coming out.

Ruo Houchan raised his hands in front of him and respectfully handed the golden bowl in his hand to Junchen Shanyu. Junchen Shanyu took it, turned around, faced the army at the foot of the mountain, raised the golden bowl high, and shouted: "The warriors of the Great Huns: under the sun and the moon, above the desert, the kings of the kings, and the military ministers of the Great Huns, donated their blood to the great Maodun Shanyu!"

Turning around, walking calmly and rhythmically, he walked to Maodun's grave and poured the blood from the golden bowl on the jade stele. The white jade stele immediately turned red.

Junchen Shanyu knelt down, held his hands on the ground, and began to swear: "Sun, Junchen swore to the great Maodun Shanyu: This time we go south, we must siege the Han Dynasty, invade Chang'an, and worship the great Maodun Shanyu in Weiyang Palace!"

"Kunlun God!"

The ministers behind him shouted in unison, waved their right arms, and were passionately raised.

The blood swore to the point where there was no way out, and they had to move forward suddenly. Their passion suddenly rose.

"Kunlun God!"

A loud roar from the mouth of the 500,000 army was so amazing. Not to mention the trembling of the earth, even the clouds in the sky kept shaking.

Five hundred thousand troops knelt on the ground, pulled out their scimitars, cut their foreheads, and let the blood flow on the ground, shouting in unison: "Dedicated to the great Maodun Shanyu!"

The sound was so loud that the mountains and the earth were shaking, which was even more amazing than the millions of thunders.

Amid the roar of the Huns, war horses neighed, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared.

Junchen Shanyu stood up, waved his right hand and shouted, "Zuo Xianwang, come out!"

King Zuo Xian looked at Junchen Shanyu in surprise and took a step forward: "I have seen the Great Shanyu!"

"Zuo Xianwang, Zuo Daduwei's defeat, you can't escape the blame." Junchen Shanyu's eyes flashed with a bright light and stared at Zuo Xianwang: "Zuo Daduwei's bravery and good at fighting, and his army was fast, but you were reluctant to follow up, which gave the Han people an opportunity to take advantage of."

This is the truth. If the Zuo Xian Wang army and Zuo Daduwei's army are not far away, Zhou Yang will have to take some trouble to attack Zuo Daduwei and will not be so smooth.

King Zuo Xian would not admit his account. If he admitted it, his guilt would be great. He defended himself: "Da Shanyu, it's not that I didn't advance fast enough, but that the Zuo Dadu was advancing too fast. He led the most elite warriors of the Great Huns. Their war horses were better than my army. Where can we catch up?"

In the army of Zuo Daduwei, soldiers were the bravest warriors, the most majestic horses, the most sharp scimitars, and the most sturdy armor. This is justified.

Junchen Shanyu's face darkened and his tone became even colder: "After the defeat of Zuo Daduwei, do you want to avenge the revenge? The warriors of the Great Huns have revenge, and they have kindness to repay kindness, and they want to avenge the revenge. If you hold 100,000 soldiers in your hand, if you don't want to avenge, are you still a warrior of the Great Huns? Are you still worthy of being the King of Zuo Xian?"

He pointed at Zuo Xianwang, his voice suddenly turned high and sharp, as if he was a eunuch's voice: "You turned around and ran away! For decades, the Great Huns have suppressed the Han people to fight. Who has escaped in front of the Han people? You have led a 100,000 army! Are you ashamed?"

This is wrong. Didn’t you also escape from Yanmen by leading more than 100,000 troops from the Shanyu headquarters?

"Shame! Scold the face of the Great Huns!"

King Zuo Xian really set a precedent for a generation. He fled in front of the Han army from him, which made the ministers very unhappy and blamed them in unison.

"Come on!" Junchen Shanyu waved his hand: "Cut off the left serpent of Zuo Xianwang!"

"Da Shanyu, I will never dare to do it again, I will not dare!" Zuo Xianwang was shocked. He never expected that Junchen Shanyu would punish him so much.

Junchen Shanyu's face was cold and unmoved. The guard came up and pressed Zuo Xianwang to the ground, raised his sword and fell. Zuo Xianwang's arm fell on the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

King Zuo Xian rolled around on the ground in pain, his face pale, beads of sweat as big as beans seeped out like water, but he couldn't scream.

Junchen Shanyu stepped forward, stood in front of Zuo Xianwang, and said coldly: "Zuo Xianwang, you have heard clearly. If it were not for your contribution, this time, my Shanyu would have fed you a dog. He would have saved your life, and he would have to wash away the shame! Zuo Guli King!"

"I've seen the Great Shanyu!" Yi Zhi stepped forward and bowed to the military minister Shanyu.

"King Zuo Guli, you will command the troops together with King Zuo Xian. If King Zuo Xian is afraid to fight, kill him! You are King Zuo Xian!" Junchen Shanyu ordered loudly.

A look of surprise flashed through Yi Zhi's squinting eyes, and he looked at Zuo Xianwang on the ground, and the light in his eyes became even more intense.

The most respected person in the Xiongnu was the Shanyu, and the following Shanyu was King Zuo Xian. There is still a big gap between King Zuo Guli, Yi Zhixie, and King Zuo Xian. If King Zuo Xian died, he would have the chance to take power. This surprise is far from being described by the pen and ink.

The guard came up and handed over the fur coat and fur hat. Junchen Shanyu put it on. After putting it on, he strode forward, pulled out the scimitar, pointed to the south, and shouted: "You can hunt Chang'an!"

"Can hunt Chang'an!"

"Can hunt Chang'an!"

The Huns waved their scimitars and shouted in unison, shaking the sky. Five hundred thousand scimitars shone in the sunlight and were full of murderous aura.

With the constraints of the blood oath, the Huns will surely fight bravely and will not retreat. Their combat power is higher than ever before. If they enter Chang'an, they will definitely succeed. Junchen Shanyu waved his right hand with force, and a beautiful sword flower appeared, which was very beautiful.

The golden scepter in Junchen Shanyu's left hand pointed forward violently, and a dazzling golden light flashed by, which was the order to advance!

"Rumor! Rumble!"

The earth-shaking sound of hoofs suddenly rang out, and the power of the 500,000 troops advancing was far beyond the description of the pen and ink. At this moment, Longcheng seemed to be in the storm of falling leaves, and would tear apart the huge hoofs at any time.

Junchen Shanyu, with the golden scepter in his left hand and the scimitar in his right hand, all of whom were facing the front cemetery, and he was full of murderous aura. He stood on the mountains, moving and moving, like a statue.

The Hun army lined up in neat formations and galloped southward, one by one, one by one, no head or end. This was a crowd of people, rushing southward.

Behind the 500,000 Xiongnu army, there were hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu herders. They rode on their horses, waved their horses, drove cattle, sheep, and horses, and sang pastoral songs. The pastoral songs were melodious and pleasant, completely different from the murderous intent of the army in front, as if this was a paradise on earth.

The Huns had a tradition of large army advancing and herdsmen following. In the era when King Wuling of Zhao defeated the Huns, the Huns' army at that time didn't even need camps. When it was time to camp, the army would be with their families, eating mutton and drinking horse breasts. When it was time to fight, they would dress neatly and fight with their own officials.

After more than a hundred years of development, the Huns have undergone many changes. The old customs of the Zhao Wuling King's era no longer existed. The army has advanced and has its own camp. The herdsmen have to settle in their own tents after following them. The army and the people have separated on the battlefield.

The military minister Shanyu led an army of 500,000 to the south this time and used a bloody oath, which was a battle of victory. The Huns would siege the Han Dynasty and enter Chang'an. Then, the home of the Han people is the Xiongnu's pasture. How could the Xiongnu herders not follow such a beautiful thing?

Hundreds of thousands of herdsmen, driving hundreds of millions of cattle, sheep and horses, could hear melodious pastoral songs and laughter everywhere within a thousand miles of radius, and only one thing was said. This time the Huns would definitely defeat the Han Dynasty and enter Chang'an. They would have countless slaves, endless porcelain, endless tea, endless wine, and endless silk...

In the beautiful dreams they woven, they are as good as paintings.

But will the development of the war be as perfect as they thought?

The 500,000 Huns' army went south and had the advantage of military strength, and there were 500,000 cavalry, which was even more obvious. On the other hand, the Han army had few cavalry and did not have the advantage of military strength, but had a strong city. Even if they could not defeat them, they could still divide their troops to guard them, dragging the Huns to exhaust them, and then looking for opportunities for combat.

Not to mention, Zhou Yang was commanding the army. Zhou Yang is now becoming more and more adept at using troops and fighting. He has Jianzhang Army and a powerful crossbow.

It can be said that the Huns and the Han army have their own advantages and disadvantages, so it is too early to say that who can win.

However, one thing is certain, this battle is very tragic and will surely become a battle of great power.

Yanmen, Zhou Yang’s mansion.

Zhou Yang was wearing military uniform, kneeling on a short table, staring at the map on the short table with his eyes fixed on the map. This map was drawn from the last time the Han army took revenge, and Zhou Yang asked someone to sort it out.

Li Guang, Cheng Bushi, Feng Jing, Gongsun He, Gongsun Jian, Qin Wuhui and others stood in a corner, and were on the map. The map was very big, enough for them to watch around.

After watching for a while, Li Guang hit each other with his hands and took the lead in breaking the silence: "The Shanyu mobilized the army in Longcheng and was reluctant to come. When he saw a rabbit, he could not shoot the bow and shoot arrows. Isn't this uncomfortable?"
To be continued...