"Woooooo!"

The sound of the trumpet sounded, like a complaint, as if the resentful woman was crying. The camp in Longcheng was already shrouded in depression, and with the sound of the trumpet, the morale of the Huns was hard to say.

The sound of the trumpet is the military order of the Huns. Whenever the sound of the trumpet sounds, it is the Shanyu who gathers the army. The timid Han people will be in trouble, and the Huns will be very excited and dream of fighting the Han people.

But now, the Huns have no excitement, only worries and depression.

This is not the first time in the history of the Huns, but it is a rare situation in the history of the Huns. The last time this happened for decades, and it was the incident when Touman Shanyu was defeated by Hetao.

Decades later, this kind of unlucky thing happened again. Kunlun God, why don’t you protect the Great Huns?

The Hun soldiers emerged from the tilted curtains, trembling and jumped onto the horse, carrying bows and scimitars, and rushed to the place where the sound of the horn sounded.

At this time, some of the Huns did not have scimitars, some did not have bows and arrows, and some did not even have leather armor. They all lowered their heads and rushed forward quickly, just like a group of defeated soldiers who had just suffered defeat.

The only highlight is that everyone has horses to ride. There are many horses in the Huns. As long as there are tribes coming, there will be horses. This is not a problem. As for scimitars and bows, they need to be built and cannot be supplemented in a short period of time.

"Damn the ghost weather!"

"Damn Han people!"

"The Han people are so hateful!"

In the past, the Huns would nest in the warm tent, drinking the Han people's wine, drinking the Han people's tea, eating the Han people's food, and wearing the Han people's brocade clothes. How happy and comfortable it was, not like now, drinking the northwest wind with pride.

"The Great Chanyu had an order, and everyone rushed to pay tribute to the great Maodun Chanyu."

Teams of Hun soldiers rode their horses, running in the snow, urging loudly. The snow was too deep, limiting the speed of the horse, and their speed was comparable to that of the ants.

Maodun was the greatest leader in the history of the Huns. It was a legend. It had a special status in the minds of the Huns and was very sacred. In the Maodun era, the Huns defeated the Donghu, walked through Yuezhi, and surrounded Liu Bang. What a majesty that people yearned for.

The more difficult the situation was, the more I missed the happy days. When the Huns heard this, they thought they should pay tribute to Maodun Chanyu. As long as they could hear it, they rushed there.

So, I saw that the Huns were everywhere in Longcheng, raising the old and young, riding horses, walking on foot, and rushing to the northwest corner.

If you look from the sky, you will see countless Huns, like ants tides, rushing towards the northwest corner.

When we arrived at the northwest corner, we saw the Hun soldiers riding on war horses, lined up in square formations. The formation was quite neat, but there was a lack of sharpness. The murderous aura of the past disappeared.

"The Great Chanyu has orders, old and weak, come here. The Great Chanyu will give you delicious lamb and hot horse breasts." Many Hun soldiers rode their horses and shouted in the crowd.

The fact that the Shanyu gave a banquet was rarely encountered by the Xiongnu. It was very honored that the elderly and weak Xiongnu rushed to the ground under the guidance of soldiers. When they rushed to the ground, they saw that there were already many weak and elderly people like them. They were even more happy and had their mouths split, waiting for the Junchen Shanyu to give them delicious mutton and hot horse breasts.

The young and strong Huns rushed to the other side for the soldiers.

Zuoxian King Yizhi took the soldiers to patrol among them, his eyes sweeping around the crowd. The horse whip in his hand would light a person from time to time, and immediately a Hun soldiers came up and took him away.

These people who were taken away have one thing in common, that is, they are not strong or have many illnesses.

The Huns wanted to carry out a great purge. The elderly, weak, and infertile women would die. As for boys, they would not attack, unless they were particularly weak in physique and could not grow strong, the Huns would not waste jerky to support them.

The boy is a seed. If the boy is killed, the Huns will be extinct, and the Junchen Shanyu will definitely not do such a thing.

For the Huns, women were tools for inheriting the family line. If women cannot give birth to a child, what’s the benefit of keeping them? It’s better to kill them and save jerky meat.

The great purge naturally cannot be spread in advance, as it will cause riots and someone will run away. We can only lie first and then send someone to select the Huns who meet the conditions for the purge. This matter is mainly responsible for Yi Zhixie.

After some lies and deceptions, the Huns who were about to be cleansed were divided and gathered together, and soldiers surrounded them.

Although these Huns were a little surprised, they had no doubts. Massacre of the old and weak to obtain the survival of the Huns. This is the way for the Huns to protect themselves. However, this method is rarely used, and it may not be possible to use it once in a hundred years. The last time this method has been used for hundreds of years. Who would have doubted it?

Another reason why they would not doubt was that the Hun soldiers brought warm horse breasts, hot lambs, each person with a leather bag of horse breasts, and a piece of lamb. This was given by the Great Chanyu, and this was a supreme honor. Who would have thought that this was their last meal?

They also thought that after the defeat of the military minister Shanyu changed his temperament and wanted to change the style of the Huns, no longer be generous, but also respected and raised them. They were all very happy, eating mutton and drinking horse breasts in big mouthfuls.

Eating hot meat on such a cold and snowy day is enjoyable, my heart is warm, and I yell with joy.

"The Great Shanyu!"

“Utra!”

The roar went straight up to the sky, shaking the clouds in the sky into pieces. The sound was so majestic and loud that it was even better than the 500,000 army.

Junchen Shanyu was wearing a fox fur and a fur hat, and holding a golden scepter in his left hand. He stood in front of the tomb of Maodun Shanyu. He listened to the sincere shouts of the Huns, his body was stiff and tears burst out from the tiger's eyes.

Killing the old and weak to protect the entire Huns is the tradition of the Huns. It was precisely because of this cold iron rule that the Huns survived again and again. Even with the two defeats of Hetao, the Huns still did not perish and recovered quickly. This iron rule made an indelible contribution.

The military minister Shanyu wanted to cleanse, which was in line with the Xiongnu's principles of dealing with affairs, and no one could blame him.

However, this is his personal failure! As the Shanyu, he could not lead the Huns to become stronger, but instead to become weak. How could that not be a failure?

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was afraid of the historical pen as if the Huns had no writing, and the military minister Shanyu was not afraid of the historical pen as if it were iron. However, he was afraid of the oral transmission of the Huns. Now this matter will be passed down. In the oral transmission of the Huns, he will definitely say that it was the incompetent Shanyu, and even the most incompetent Shanyu in the history of the Huns, which is more difficult to accept than death.

But the old and weak who were about to die were still yelling, and they really loved him. Isn’t this a great irony?

The Huns were noble, strong and cheap, and such delicious food should be enjoyed by the young and strong Huns. How could these immortals eat? This is very unfair. Those young men were jealous and even louder. If it weren’t for the protection of the army, they would have rushed up and seized food from the old and weak.

Time passed in the cold and cold, and the old and weak finally had enough food and drink, and it was time to start.

Junchen Shanyu looked up at the sky, and the sky was still so gloomy, dark clouds were all over, without any sunshine, without a trace of warmth. The cold wind was howling and whimpering, as if singing a soul-boosting song for these old and weak.

"Boom"

The military minister Shanyu knelt in front of Maodun’s tomb and prayed loudly: “The great Maodun Shanyu: The Great Huns were defeated by the Han people, and many warriors died, and there were not many horses left, cattle and sheep without forage, the warriors of the Great Huns had no jerky meat, and there was no horse breasts, and the Great Huns were in an unprecedented dilemma. Woo woo!"

At the beginning of the year, the army was in hand, with high morale and invincible soldiers. How energetic was that! How long did the situation take a sharp turn and the Huns fell to this point now, and they had to kill the old and weak to do so.

The more Junchen Shanyu thought about it, the more sad he became, and he burst into tears.

After crying for a while, the military minister Shanyu continued to pray: "For the great Xiongnu to last forever, for the descendants of the future generations, and for the pastoral songs of the Great Xiongnu, please ask the great Maodun Shanyu to protect the Great Xiongnu and summon the loyal warriors of the Great Xiongnu!"

A prayer was actually a massacre order, but there was no word "kill". The word "kill" was really difficult to say. I had to learn from the Han people and speak it more tactfully, not as naked as the Huns.

Junchen Shanyu held his hands on the snow and his forehead touched the snow, which was extremely pious.

Ruo Houchan and a group of wizards danced the Huns, jumped and danced, and began to pray for the dead old and weak, praying for the great Kunlun God and the great Maodun Shanyu to protect them and give them a comfortable nest in the kingdom of heaven, to eat delicious mutton every day and drink hot horse breasts every day.

Their dance, as always, was only a little pitiful movement, and it was done soon.

Next, it's time for the massacre.

Junchen Shanyu stood up, shook the snowflakes on his body, held the golden scepter, walked forward a few steps, came to the side of the platform, glanced at the Huns, and saw that the Huns were looking at him without saying anything, waiting for him to speak.

The Junchen Shanyu was very familiar with this scene. He had been talking many times. At that time, a large army gathered, people were like dragons, horses were like tigers, with a rainbow of momentum and murderous aura. At the point of his scepter, there must be shocking killing and fruitful results.

But now, it is still a lecture, not to encourage morale and inspire the morale of the army, but to tell them that for the future of the Great Huns, they have to kill these old and weak people.

How can you say this?

However, if the situation is here, you have to kill if you don’t kill! If you don’t talk, you have to say it!

The cold wind of the sauvignon was as cold as a scimitar, and the Junchen Chanyu forced himself to calm down and said loudly: "The people of the Great Huns: Since the beginning of winter, the weather has been cold, there is no clear sky or a warm sunshine, there is only haze, the cold wind of the scimitar. The cattle, sheep, horses, no fodder, lost weight, and were frozen to death. The warriors of the Great Huns lacked food and clothing, no delicious lamb, and no hot horse breasts. The Great Huns will not survive the spring of the next year, and will not last the moment of the demise of the Han people!"

"Woooooo!"

This is the truth, which aroused the painful memories in the Huns' hearts. When they remembered the starving cattle and sheep, the Huns couldn't help crying.

Junchen Shanyu's nose was sore and his eyes were red. He really wanted to hold his head and cry. However, as the Shanyu, he not only could not cry, but he also had to harden his heart and give the order to die: "Only by pursuing the Great Huns can you take revenge! Only by pursuing the Great Huns can you kill all the Han people! Only by pursuing the Great Huns can you cut off Zhou Yang's head! Only by pursuing the Great Huns can you last forever! Only by pursuing the Great Huns can you sing the Great Huns' pastoral song on the desert!"

This is very reasonable, but how can I stand it? The Huns stretched their necks and opened their eyes wide, waiting for the military minister Shanyu to take out a good method.

"The great Kunlun god will protect the Great Huns!" The military minister Shanyu tried his best to speak smoothly: "The great Maodun Shanyu will bless the old man, the weak Great Huns' people, and the women who cannot give birth to cubs! The great Maodun Shanyu will give you delicious lamb and hot horse breasts! You don't have to endure hunger anymore! You don't have to be frozen in the cold wind anymore!"

"ah!"

The Huns finally understood that they were going to massacre. They were so surprised that they couldn't even speak. They all opened their eyes wide and their eyes were almost smashed.

This kind of thing has been done in the history of the Huns. Every time they take action, they are stained with blood in the desert, and the corpses are piled up like mountains, which is terrible and shocking.

This is the pain in the hearts of the Huns! The Huns' defeat this year is already painful enough. Why do you have to add another knife to their painful hearts? Kunlun God, why don't you appear?

The golden scepter in Junchen Shanyu's left hand waved, and a golden light flashed by, still so dazzling and so beautiful.

However, it is no longer the southern battle that brings rich results, but endless pain!

Junchen Shanyu felt that his heart felt like he was being stolen by a knife, and the pain was unstoppable. He bent down and covered his chest tightly with his hands.

The order was issued and the massacre began. The soldiers who were originally on standby slapped their horses and waved their scimitars and rushed towards the old and weak. They seemed to face the Han people, without any sympathy.

Their riding skills are still so skillful, with the swords shining, splashing large pieces of snowflakes, which is a wonder. However, the horses are riding in the snow, and the speed of the horses are limited, so they don’t run too much. They hold the scimitar high in their hands and it takes half a day to fall.

Every time it falls, a head will fly up, and a scoop of blood will splatter.

"Bor!"

The sound of blood splashing constantly, and the blood on the snow accumulated more and more. The hot blood melted the snow and condensed into ice. The snow was no longer white, but bright red.

This red color is still expanding. At first, it was just small bloody ground. Later, these fragments of blood were connected into pieces, and the red color was expanding rapidly.

The bloody land not only expands, but its colors are also becoming more and more colorful, and the red is becoming more and more bright and dazzling.

If you look from the sky, you will see that Longcheng looks like a huge red carpet, extremely bright.

The old and weak realized that Junchen Shanyu was a "Hongmen Banquet". He gave them mutton and horse breasts, which was a discomfort in his heart, and he asked them to enjoy their last meal beautifully.

"God of Kunlun, help me!"

"Great Maodun Shanyu, help me!"

"Give me your life!"

The old and weak shouted at the sky and the earth, and the screams were endless. However, the sound of the sky was not answering, and the sound of the earth was not effective, and only the shining scimitar was waving.

A blade light, a tent of blood!
To be continued...