Chapter 396: True Mail

"kill……"

In this cool spring and hot summer, a loud voice echoed everywhere on the grassland, "Kill..."

Whether it was the Huns, the Han people and the coalition forces of various ethnic groups, the only thing they could do was to kill one word.

Since Xu Haifeng announced in public that the Han army had never touched the grassland, the whole situation seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes overnight.

For hundreds of years, the grassland races that have been living under the power of the Huns, have finally truly united this time.

They exerted powers far beyond anyone's imagination.

Before leaving, Xu Haifeng and the patriarchs of the four tribes issued a joint statement that, except for the Han people, whoever conquers the territory of the Huns will be whoever captures it.

In the eyes of people of all ethnic groups who are full of endless desire for the land, this bait exudes an irresistible attraction. Their resentment against the Huns for hundreds of years finally broke out completely.

The Huns, who occupied more than half of the fertile grasslands, finally tasted the biggest consequences in history today.

They sadly discovered that the weak nation, which had been extremely obedient in the past, suddenly changed and became unstoppable.

Almost from the beginning of spring, the wave of attacks on the Huns everywhere has never stopped.

Every day, countless urgent documents will be presented on Maodun Shanyu's table.

The Huns' soldiers could no longer be sent out. They were ignorant of one thing and no longer had the maneuverability and flexibility of the past.

It seemed as if overnight, the entire prairie became enemies of them.

The Huns and Han people have always had an absolute advantage in their battles. The biggest reason is that they are smart and their cavalry are unparalleled in the world and can constantly harass the frontiers and people of the Han people.

They come and go like the wind, and they always occupy an active position.

However, this time, the whole situation turned over. In front of them, except for their own tribe members, they were all enemies.

These enemies are also nations growing on horseback. They are by no means inferior to the Huns in terms of combat power or mobility.

Three months passed, and there was a bloody storm on the grassland. I don’t know how many Huns lay forever in the place where they grew up, nor do I know how many weak nations have lost their inheritance forever.

The Han people's 200,000 army has lost 50,000, and the more than 100,000 coalition forces of the four tribes have remained less than 60%. More than half of the 100,000 soldiers from dozens of small tribes have been laid down.

However, they achieved extremely brilliant and proud results. In three months, the more than 500,000 Huns had dropped sharply by 300,000.

"kill……"

This is the only slogan on both sides. Regardless of surrendering or not, all men and boys who are above the shaft will have a dead end.

The two sides have formed a real blood feud and have no way out. They are all arrows away from the string. They can only do their best to win or destroy them.

During these three months, countless supplies were continuously sent from the Han territory to the grassland. Xu Haifeng and others were inseparable from the Han Dynasty's strong logistics capabilities and the patrol and escorts of the four-tribe coalition forces day and night.

What surprised everyone even more was that most of these supplies were made by the Southern Fangcheng family.

No matter what their idea was, these valuable supplies were indeed transported from thousands of miles south.

It is precisely because of these things that Xu Haifeng and others can let go of everything, no worries, and fight with all their strength.

As the army deepened, the battle became more and more intense. Until half a month ago, Xu Haifeng's Han army finally arrived at the last line of defense of the Huns, Xijing City.

"Lord, we are here again." Jiang Kongming looked at the mess above the city wall and said lightly.

There seemed to be too many memories in Xu Haifeng's eyes. He sighed softly and said, 'Yes, we are finally back. However, this time, we did not present the princess with both hands, but came as a conqueror."

"The Huns are still so tough." Jiang Kongming sighed: "It's been three months, and we haven't wiped out the Huns yet."

"What are the plans for the Military Advisor?"

"Using barbarians to control barbarians is always our ultimate means. Tomorrow, we will order a death attack on the whole line. Humph, I don't believe that Xijing City is really solid."

Xu Haifeng nodded, and he turned his head to look south, pondering and silent.

His strange attitude immediately attracted Jiang Kongming's attention: "Lord, what's wrong?"

Xu Haifeng laughed strongly and said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly had a trace of ominous premonition."

Jiang Kongming's face changed and he said, "The lord is not an ordinary person. If you feel something, you will feel something. Could it be that something really happened in the south?"

At this moment, their eyes were blooming at the same time, and even Xu Haifeng could not catch the figure with his own eyes.

"Monkey boy?"

The monkey grinned, took out a secret seal from his arms and handed it to Xu Haifeng.

Xu Haifeng tore it apart casually and looked carefully. His whole face suddenly looked ugly.

Jiang Kongming took it and his face changed drastically. He murmured: "Qilin Army? Crown Prince Liu Zhengqi? It turns out that this is the Cheng family's trump card."

"Retreat?"

"No." Jiang Kongming sternly dissuaded: "The Cheng family sent so much baggage, so that we could fight against the Huns and suffer both defeats, so that we could have no time to look around. Now, his goal is obviously achieved." Jiang Kongming said sarcastically: "We cannot leave, once we leave, the army will be defeated."

"So what will the military advisor plan to deal with it?"

"Tomorrow, let's fight to the death tomorrow." Jiang Kongming said in a deep voice. Xu Haifeng looked at his back, but Jiang Kongming's eyes remained on the city wall. He murmured: "Tomorrow, I will have no reservation anymore."

Xu Haifeng was shocked and suddenly thought of a weapon, a weapon that had never been disclosed in front of the world.

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Xijing City, within the imperial palace.

Maodun's former sturdy body is now skinny, and he is lying weakly on the dragon bed.

No one knew that the supreme leader of the Huns was already terminally ill and in danger a month ago.

However, he kept holding on and refused to close his eyes for a moment.

"Shanyu..." Hami's temples had also been stained with a layer of white frost. Over the past year, the power of the Huns had declined from prosperity and declined, and they were defeated so quickly and so urgently, which was enough to make him exhausted.

A light suddenly appeared in Maodun's eyes. He opened his eyes and asked, "National Master, do we still have the hope of victory?"

Hami Tsar was waiting for a kind word to persuade him, but his weak voice sounded in his ears: "You and I have been together for decades, don't lie to me."

The teeth of the mouth were biting together heavily, and Hami Tsui finally said: "We lost."

It seemed as if he had let out a breath, put down his thoughts, closed his eyes, and he whispered: "Are the children in the north ready?"

"Yes, ten thousand soldiers are all strong under the age of thirty, and ten thousand children over the age of 10 are cared for by a thousand women. They have arrived at the desert entrance in the north."

"Can they... pass the desert?"

"Yes." Hami said heavily, his voice was as quiet as Mount Tai. Since the moment he was born, this word has been the most difficult, but also the most certain.

"We Huns are the most cruel and tolerant nations. They will definitely be able to cross the desert and continue our lives."

"Is that so? That's good." Maodun's voice seemed to be blurred: "National Master, did you think we did something wrong when we went south?"

His voice became lower and lower, and by the end, it gradually became inaudible.

A mist rose in Hami Tsui's eyes, and his thoughts returned to the years of smoke everywhere. He was young and energetic, as he ascended to the treasure, as he was full of energy, and now... he had already swallowed his last breath.

"Father..."

A wail sounded from behind him, and Hami Tsui looked back and saw a strong young man in a royal robe screaming in panic. His eyes, nose and facial features were extremely similar to Maodun, and he was the only remaining son of Haji's brother, King Shuoguo of the Huns.

Behind him was Kuobaying with a look of Qi Rong's face.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

The deafening drum sound came from a distance, and in an instant, the shouts of killing reached a supreme point.

"What to do? What to do?" the young man screamed at a loss.

A very strange color suddenly appeared in Hami Tsui's eyes. He stood up and gently hugged the corpse on the bed that had gradually become colder, and said in a light voice: "Old friend, I'm sorry, I will definitely be able to deal with me when I go to hell."

He stood up and came to the young man.

"National Master, what should I do...?"

His voice stopped abruptly, and a sharp dagger had pierced his chest. He fell weakly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"National Master..." Kuobaying roared, picked up the young man on the ground, raised his eyes and glared at Hami Tsu: "Why are you?"

“He is not worthy.”

"What?"

"Little Eagle, the Han people are sieging the city again, we can't defend it."

Kuobaying opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

"There is our hope in the north, and Hajie is there. You go, and from then on, you will be the king of the Huns, taking them through the desert and continuing your bloodline."

"National Master, you..."

"The hope of the Huns cannot be handed over to a coward. This is the golden sword of the Shanyu of all dynasties. If you hold it, Hajie will assist you."

Hami Tsui turned his head and looked at Mao Dun on the dragon bed again, and he whispered: "You... don't let me down." After that, he suddenly turned around and strode away.

Kuobaying held the golden sword in his hand and looked at the clan brother who was no longer angry in his arms.
Chapter completed!